Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Who are you going to be hogtying this time for our deviant audience?”
Jesus, just stop talking.
Ken sent him a questioning look. “Someone I’ve worked with before who knows how to put on a good show. He’s a professional dancer. Why? Did you want to volunteer?”
Brady walked over to the leg press machine and started adding weight. “You already know I don’t. Maybe this dancer could be your partner in crime instead so you don’t need me to come with Cal. I think I did my part, right? We know where they’re going to be? With your skills at arm twisting, I’m sure you could get everything you needed on your own.”
He was being a difficult bastard and he knew it.
“What the hell, Finn? You know I can’t. I won’t be able to get near the target, but you’ll be introduced. Vargas is our ticket to ending this. You’ll shake his hand, and then you’ll be done. That’s what you want, right?” Ken strode over to him and dug his fingers into Brady’s forearm. “Why are you trying to back out now? Is it Cal?”
He hadn’t been planning on it, but Ken’s reaction—no longer so serene—pushed him to continue. Brady gripped Ken’s wrist firmly and dragged his hand away. “I don’t know, Tanaka. Maybe I’m not the right guy to play bait, even for a good cause. Leading people on is obviously a fetish of yours, but I don’t enjoy it. Even with a freak like Cal. God, especially him. Once this job is over, things will go back to normal for you, but I’ll be dealing with the fallout for a while.” He shook his head, turning back to the weights.
He’d have to warn Stephen. And stop using a traceable phone. And go to church to do penance for being such a jackass.
He didn’t see it coming. He felt a rush of air and then his feet were no longer beneath him and his back was slamming hard on the gym floor, stealing his breath.
Tanaka had swept his damn legs out from under him.
Ken straddled his waist, his braid brushing Brady’s chest and his amber eyes burning gold. “You think I’m leading you on? Is that what you told yourself?”
“Tanaka—”
“Who’s the real tease, Finn? The way you watch me every time I look away. The way you respond every time I touch you. Willingly participate just long enough to get me rock hard before you push me away with your no-kink excuse. That’s what it is, Brady. An excuse.”
Brady started to move and Ken used his hands to hold his shoulders down. “Let me finish. Have I ever asked to tie you up or whip you? No. But you don’t seem to care about that. It never occurred to you to ask why I’m in the life, or how much it does or doesn’t have to do with sex, because you’ve already decided. You never considered that I might be drawn to you. That I might like being with you. That I might just want to have my brains fucked out by a tall, well-hung Marine whose body drives me wild.”
Brady swallowed and licked his lips, his adrenaline pumping. Ken wasn’t wrong. He’d never asked because he didn’t want to know. It was a wall he could put up to protect himself. Four letters to stop him in his tracks. BDSM. It kept him from acting on his own darker desires. Kept him from losing himself to the chemistry between them. But now Ken was attempting to strip those excuses away, leaving Brady vulnerable. Exposed.
He bucked his hips up and twisted, flinging Ken to the floor beside him. Rolling quickly, he pinned Ken down with one arm behind his back and his hips trapped beneath Brady’s erection. “What about you? You could have offered to tell me. But you leave me twisting instead. You leave me to guess how you feel, what we’re really doing on this job, everything. First you suck my cock and then disappear for a month. Then you send me a text, but it’s only so I can use my giant ginger charms to help you on a job that makes me the focus of a pervert’s unwavering attention. You corner me in a restroom stall, hint at kinky role-play sessions that start just like this, and then you treat me like the invisible roommate until I piss you off.”
“I didn’t know he’d be that crazy.”
Brady sighed. “I know. But that’s the only thing I’m sure of.”
“You want to know all my secrets, Finn?”
I want to know you. “It would be a nice change.”
Brady couldn’t resist moving his hips against Ken’s, then doing it again when he heard the man beneath him moan.
“I’ll give you one right now,” Ken panted. “It’s your secret too. I know you watched me in the shower that first morning. I know what you saw. You think I wouldn’t notice the camera angle?”