“If I have my way, you’ll never leave our bed again.”
“That won’t bode well for the missions,” Rocko joked while flexing his hips.“But undoubtedly enjoyable.”
Apollo moaned as his cock slid in and out with Rocko’s movements.He kissed that sexy grin away from Rocko’s lips and began slowly flexing his hips into a rhythm that made both men groan.Their hands explored and caressed, desperate to somehow get even closer as Apollo’s hips pistoned ever faster, as their heated bodies molded together under a layer of glistening sweat.
He reached between their bodies and took hold of Rocko’s cock, sliding his palm up and down in sync with his thrusts into Rocko’s clenching hole.They were both close to coming, and Apollo swore he’d make his lover come before taking his own pleasure.With that in mind, he increased his thrusts, pistoning into Rocko at a feverish pace until Rocko’s arms fell to the mattress, spread wide, giving up complete control over his body to Apollo.Nothing had been so hedonistic and alluring to Apollo, whose responding growl was more guttural and animalistic.
Rocko’s body tightened around his cock until he could barely move, and with a moan of satisfaction and relief, Rocko’s cock exploded over his and Apollo’s abdomens.He gathered his lover, heavy breathing and lost in the haze of his release, into his arms, buried his throbbing cock deep into Rocko, and released his tight control, allowing himself to come in a roar that left his ears ringing and his body vibrating.
Moments later, he opened his eyes to find Rocko’s deep blues staring back at him.Contentment and another emotion Apollo refused to name filled him, and it wasn’t until Rocko motioned around the bedroom that he noticed items floating in midair.Apollo’s abilities appeared to have joined in with his excitement.
Rocko chuckled.“You might want to put all these things down before they crash to the floor.”
Apollo couldn’t help but laugh.Nothing in his life had ever been so right, and he doubted anything else would even come close.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Rocko
The box Mary had dropped off earlier that morning contained clothing, pictures, a baseball cap, and a mystery novel.The impression he got from the pictures of Tom, Mary, and Asher together was that they honestly appeared to be a happy family.They’d lived in Silver Bay, a town only twenty minutes south along the shores of Lake George.
Tom had been missing for over six months.Mary had explained that he’d left for work with a local construction company at 0600 as usual, but he’d never made it, according to his boss.
Jagger and Ace were already busy on their computers, tracking down information on the construction company and the missing persons police report Mary had filed.Apollo and Griffin were reaching out to a few contacts, which included Brick and their resident hacker, Spencer.As Rocko quickly discovered, Ace was this team’s computer guru, and he’d watched Ace’s fingers fly across the keyboard, much like Spencer’s, which was mesmerizing.
Rocko still wasn’t sure what Ace’s mutation was, as the man was extremely private.There was no way in hell Rocko would make the guy out himself by asking unless it was absolutely crucial.Having been used as test subjects for most of their lives, they had had their right to self-determination taken away for a long time, and he wouldn’t perpetuate that.
Rocko sat outside on the deck alone with the box to get a feel for Tom’s belongings.His ability worked in varied ways depending on the person he was hunting.With Ghost, it was more like a trail he was following; directions and locations came to the surface rather quickly, but at times, the information came as pictures, feelings, a movie replaying in his mind.Right now, Rocko was seeing a replay of events, but rather than locations, he received emotions, scenes, and impressions of past events.Places and articles hold on to memories.It was a fact that some people had suspected over the years, but Rocko’s brain had been fine-tuned by genetic mutations to pick up these vibrations.
It was disconcerting at first, as it always was.His stomach lurched and his head swam as flashes of memories surfaced.When he touched the book, Rocko saw an image of Mary sitting on a couch holding a baby.She looked up and smiled as Tom walked into the room, carrying a baby bottle, and kissed Mary, then the baby’s forehead.The book sat on the coffee table in front of them.Then it shifted like a fast-forward scene, and the baby was older.Asher was playing on the floor, a Christmas tree blinked in the background, and Mary was busy wrapping presents in colorful paper.The book was on a shelf over the fireplace.
Rocko set the book down and touched the small stack of pictures.He felt a sudden sharp pain in the back of his head, causing him to groan deeply.Once the shock finally faded, Rocko rubbed the spot on his head, fully expecting to find blood on his palm, but curiously found none.He wasn’t injured even though the pain had been as sharp as reality.
The door flew open, and Apollo came storming out onto the deck, Griffin right behind, teeth and claws bared.Apollo scanned the area before kneeling in front of Rocko.
“Where are you hurt?”he asked while searching over Rocko’s body.
“I’m fine, I think.”
“I felt your pain,” Apollo said, his eyes squinting as if trying to read Rocko’s mind.
“You did?It felt like I was hit in the back of the head by something hard, sharp like metal maybe, but I’m not bleeding, and there’s no injury,” Rocko said, rechecking his palm to confirm there was still no blood.
Apollo stood and thoroughly inspected Rocko’s head.
“Does it still hurt?”he asked.
“No, it was sharp and fast.Then gone,” he assured, giving Apollo’s hand a squeeze.
“There’s not a scratch.”
“I don’t sense anyone in the area,” Griffin said as he neared them.“Are you okay?”
More team members came running out of the house, sensing the alarm.
Rocko looked down at his other hand.He was still holding the pictures; on top was a picture of Tom standing in front of his work truck, smiling.“Levy Construction” was written along the side of the door.
“I think I know how Tom was subdued and who had a hand in it,” Rocko said as he handed Apollo the picture.“He was hit in the back of his head by someone at Levy Construction.Tom didn’t abandon his family, I’m sure of that.He was taken.”
