“Fuck, Eli… baby,” CJ is barely holding onto his words now, his voice breaking in rough, uneven breaths. “You feel so good. Too good.”
A sharp sound tears out of me before I can stop it, my body tightening as everything inside me tips further out of control.
His hand shifts to my dick, pre-cum drooling down my shaft as his hand takes over completely now, stroking my cock with an intensity that leaves no space for anything else.
“Come for me,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
“CJ, I’m…” I try, but my words break apart.
“Keep going, baby, come with me,” he breathes against me. “Now.”
And I’m gone. My breath catches, my body locks, and I collapse into the sensation of my orgasm. My cum spills over CJ’s hand and up onto my chest and abs as he holds me through it, pumping my dick.
I watch him through half-lidded eyes, watching the man I love unravel in real time.
His head tips back, a breath breaking loose from him, rough and unguarded. I feel his dick twitching inside me, then his hot cum fills me as he peaks with a silent moan. I forget to breatheproperly as I watch him, beautiful in his orgasm. His hips pump into me, pushing his cum further inside.
I drag air into my lungs and force myself back to the present, back to CJ.
CJ’s voice comes out rough and completely wrecked. “Holy fuck, Baby Boy.”
He pulls me into him immediately, holding me like I might disappear if he loosens his grip even a little.
A soft kiss is placed against my shoulder, unhurried, as if time has finally stopped rushing us forward. Everything slows with his lips.
The sharp edges of my orgasm start to ease, the tension draining out of my body in quiet waves as we drift down from a height my mind still clings to. There’s no urgency now, only warmth, kisses, and breaths joining as one: the steady weight of him holding me, his cock softening inside of me.
It is just us. Still connected. Still here.
“I love you, Eli,” he says quietly.
And something inside me finally settles. I bury my face against his neck and just hold on.
No more fear, or running. It’s just him and me.
“I love you, CJ,” I whisper into his shoulder.
25
Deck’s Point Of View
It had all turned to shit, and because of that, PalMerc Security’s office building had become an absolute fortress.
The conference room and every spare space had transformed into a command center that would make our Commanding Officers proud. Maps covered every wall. Satellite images rotated across half a dozen monitors. Phones rang without stopping. Whiteboards overflowed with names, dates, and timelines. Former military contacts, private investigators, security specialists… everyone was feeding information into their systems because we were going to find this fucker.
This was something I knew how to do.
I knew how to hunt.
And Adrian Blackwell had just become the man I was hunting.
* * *
I stand in front of one of the wall-mounted TVs, coffee in hand. I hadn’t slept much, not since seeing those photos of Eli. Those images don’t fade. They have carved themselves deep into me.
If I’m honest, I hadn’t slept properly since the night at the nightclub when he’d come home barely able to stand and locked himself away.
I knew what Eli believed. He believed Adrian would find him. No matter what CJ and I said, no matter how many times we told him he was safe, he still believed Adrian would somehow get to him.
