Chapter Six
Before
The night I first meet Kevin Markos is one I’ve both blessed and cursed throughout the years.
I’ve just survived a year of intensive qualifications and training with the Secret Service, another year working in the Orlando office to prove myself as a field agent, and this is my last week of a two-week vacation before I move to DC to start my new assignmentworking out of the office there.
My goal? To end up on The Shift. Presidential Protective Division.
When my old college buddies said they were hitting Spring Break, I knew this was my last chance to cut loose before I plunge headfirst into hell.
I spot the cutie as soon as he enters the club and I watch how nervous he is. First impression is to watch him because, unlike the other patrons there,he isn’t dressed like he knew what the fuck he was doing, he seems jumpy, and I curse the fact that I left my badge and gun locked in the room safe upstairs.
Until I finally realize what’s going on. This is no gunman about to shoot the place up.
I wager he’s alone, lonely, and probably peeking a toe out of the closet for the very first time.
The longer I watch him, before he finally realizesI’m watching him, I become more convinced that’s exactly what I’m seeing play out in real time. His gaze pauses and lingers on men. Every time I follow his line of sight, he’s scoping out guys.
I excuse myself from my friends and head over. The near terror on his face as I approach is adorable and tugs not just at my heart, but my cock. I want to drape him over my lap and spank him, but hopefullyI can get his name before he bolts from the club.
Behind his glasses his wide blue eyes never leave my face as I stroll over, smiling. “First time here?” I ask.
He nods, and it takes everything I have not to burst out laughing. He’s fucking adorable.
And tonight, he’s going to be mine, if I have any say in the matter.
I extends a hand. “Chris.”
For a second, I’m not actually sure he’s goingto shake with me. It’s like he’s having trouble remembering how to breathe, much less interact. “Kevin.”
I pretend I’m looking around, but I keep my focus on him as I do. “You here alone, or meeting someone?”
“Alone.”
Fuck. Me.I decide to put it out there. “So feel free to tell me to go to hell, if you want. But I get the feeling you were kind of checking me out, yeah?”
He nods.
“Single?”I ask.
“I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve been with girls, but I’m gay. I’m sure I am, but I’ve never been with a guy, and before I graduate and start my internship in DC, I just wanted to get out and meet a guy this week and…” It’s like he runs out of steam.
Holy shit, I’m in love. No, fucking seriously. He’s goddamned adorable, and he’s basically a virgin?
I think I just figured outhow I’m spending my week.
No plan survives contact with the other side, and I’m already revising mine. This calls for slowing my roll just a hair, or he’s going to run like a scared rabbit. I lean in. “I think you’re hot, Kevin. You have dinner yet?”
He shakes his head, so I hold out my hand and wait him out.
Finally, he takes mine, and I fight the urge to clamp my fingers around his and draghim out of there. Instead, I gently hold his hand and lead him over to where my buddies are holding up a high top.
I introduce them, and of course it’s fucking Baker, who’s a twink who successfully masquerades as a respectable junior federal prosecutor during the week, who runs his mouth. “Chris, you bitch, first guy you talk to?Really? I always said you were lucky.”
I shrug and drain my drink,leaving the cup on the table. “I’m lucky. Don’t wait up.” I wonder if Kevin is going to run away, because honestly? I can’t believe this cutie isn’t swarmed with guys. “Finish your drink,” I tell him. “You can’t take it outside.”
“W-where are we going?”
