Sheriff Burke smirked. “I think we can arrange that.”
“Good! Now let’s go see your kid,” Officer Pike announced, getting up from his desk and walking around to where Marcus was waiting. “Right this way.”
They walked down the hallway and through a locked corridor until they came to a row of single jail cells. Some cells were occupied, while others stood empty.
Marcus followed the sheriff and his cousin to the very last cell, where a young man lay on a bench, his arm thrown over his eyes, his legs bent at the knees, apparently enjoying a nap.
“It’s time to wake up,Sleeping Beauty,” Officer Pike announced, placing his key in the metal slot and turning it until the cell unlocked.
A groan came from the man, whose body barely moved an inch.
“First, you stick me in this hideous outfit, then you refuse to leave me in peace. Since when is the victim of a psychopathic murderer locked up in jail and held withoutbail?” The young man threw his legs over the side of the bench and sat up in one smooth motion.
The young man was pretty, in that Disney prince sort of way. His hair was dark, but his eyes were as blue as the waters in Fiji.
His lips were smooth and perfect, with just enough plump to turn those bad boys into dick-sucking machines if given the right opportunity.
There was something about the way the boy was sitting, mouthing off to those in authority—not taking shit—that was kind of giving Marcus a chubby.
He liked the boy’s sass. His sarcasm and defiance. It made him want to bend the boy over his lap and teach the little prick a lesson.
“Oh! You brought friends,” the fairy-tale prince announced, jumping from his seat and flashing them all his biggest smile.
Marcus half expected woodland creatures to appear and start singing. Perhaps a mouse or two would pull out some fabric and start designing a new outfit for his highness.
“Gavin, this here is Marcus. He’ll be taking care of you for a while,” Officer Pike explained, pointing at Marcus with his thumb.
“Taking care of me? Well, hello, Daddy!” the boy said with a boost of enthusiasm that was not lost on anyone in the cell.
Marcus took a step forward, crossing his arms over hischest, and glared at the bouncing boy. It was important to assert dominance over your subject early in the relationship.
“Think of me as your jailer. You’ll be under my custody for the next several weeks. I am God to you. Whatever I say, goes. Is that understood?”
Gavin’s eyes dilated.
“Big, strong, and bossy. Damn, I like this one, Officer P.,” Gavin exclaimed with a mischievous smirk on his face.
This one was going to be trouble.
“You’ll be staying with Marcus until we’re able to locate and arrest the man who attacked you,” Sheriff Burke explained.
The light from the boy’s eyes suddenly dimmed, and the once flirty and cheery prince had suddenly vanished.
“I don’t need protecting. What I need is to get the fuck out of this cell, then go home, shower, and jerk off.” He locked eyes with Marcus. “You can always come join me in the shower if you want,Mr. Mountain Man. I’m great at giving back rubs.”
Marcus glanced over at Burke. “Are we done here?”
The man nodded.
“Good,” Marcus said, stepping into the cell and grabbing Gavin by his hips. He then tossed the startled boy over his shoulder without warning—or effort.
“Hey! What the fuck?” Gavin screamed, clinging to Marcus’s shirt as he hung upside down over his shoulder.
“Can you grab the door for me, please?” Marcus askedOfficer Pike, who was looking at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.
Marcus stepped out into the hallway and began heading toward the front door.
“Hello? Police? Does anyone see this man kidnapping me and forcing me to leave with him against my will?” Gavin called out to the dozen or so smiling faces who stood back and watched as Marcus walked with him through the precinct and out the front door.
