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He grumbled as he packed the tent away. Unlike military
operations, he wasn't allowed to leave anything behind. He stowed his equipment
and slung his pack over his shoulders. He sighed and set the pack down, moving
to do more reconnaissance on Wylans. The man was asleep again. They weren't
getting what they needed anyway. He pulled out his phone and called Wild Bluff,
waiting to speak to Duff, his boss.

"Duff here."

"It's little bird, I've had a hitch." Why he still
spoke in code was a mystery to him. It wasn't like anyone was listening and
Duff had said his real name, but habit was habit.

"What type?" Duff asked.

"A tourist."

"Shit. He have any idea what was going on?"

"I don't think so. He found the tent and he got a good
look at me."

"Fuck, how did he find the tent?" Duff asked.

"Nosey."

Duff was silent for a moment. "You can't kill him. It
would look too strange and Wylans would spook."

"Do you want me to continue to watch Wylans?"

"No, come on home. The cows are starting to calve. We
need you here."

"I hate that the operation was compromised."

"Don't worry about it. You did nothing wrong and the
information we need isn't coming through. Wylans is leaving tonight and you'd
be on your way home soon anyway."

"Yeah, I just hate having been seen so close to the
tent. And I hid the damn thing well, at least I thought I did. It pisses me
off."

Duff laughed and Grant smiled, his heart warming. The guys at
the ranch were more like family, not just workmates. Wild Bluff was a working
ranch, which functioned as their cover, but the cowboys were all trained
killers whom the governments of the world called on when they needed a
cockroach like Wylans exterminated. All of the cowboys at Wild Bluff were ex-military
and Duff only took jobs that wouldn't go against their morals. Killing might be
seen as wrong, but that's why his group existed. They were culpable deniability
for the military. But the Wild Bluff men would never be caught because they
were that good.

"We'll see you when you get home. Travel safe and be
smart."

Grant hung up his phone and stowed it. He trained his
binoculars on Wylans again, praying that the bastard was doing something,
anything to tip his hand. Grant would have to wait until nightfall to leave the
island. His black Saturn inflatable was hidden about three hundred yards away.
After Wylans left his room, Grant would go in and retrieve the bugs.

Hell, he'd wanted this operation to run smoothly. Duff was
too understanding. Grant had failed, allowed a complete stranger to infiltrate
his camp and possibly blow his cover. Had he killed Wylans earlier in the day
then the guy could have fingered him and not in a good way. Grant wasn't
supposed to be on this island. Hell, he was slipping and it probably had
something to do with his lack of sex. He turned his binoculars on the beach
where he'd seen the two guys getting it on. They were back, sitting beside each
other as they lounged in the sun. The bigger guy was eating and the smaller one
turned, facing him. They looked so in love that Grant's heart squeezed. He
wanted that. Craig leaving had almost ruined him. Hell, he just needed to go
into Colorado Springs and find a hot solider to fuck. The Army guys were a dime
a dozen in the city and most of them were so young they were a bit clueless
when it came to getting information. Pick the right guy, and there wouldn’t be
a trace of him even being in the city.

*~*~*

They were watching another movie, this one a romantic comedy.
Midway through the movie Connor lay down and put his head in Mike's lap. Mike
sucked in a breath and held it, waiting for Connor to touch him or move away.
Connor did nothing. Eventually Mike set his hand on Connor's shoulder. It felt
good to be touching his man—but Connor wasn't his man.

Mike's dick had grown hard and he needed to adjust, but he
would hit Connor's head if he tried to move himself. He didn't want to draw
attention to his plight so he did nothing but the pressure was too much. He
wiggled his hips, hoping he wasn't being too obvious.

Connor turned to look up at him, his dark eyes gazed up at
Mike and melted his heart. He stroked his fingers over Connor's jaw and down to
his chest. Mike glanced down, noticing the bulge in the front of Connor's
pants. He wanted this too much to stop. Mike tugged at Connor's shirt, exposing
his abs. Connor's chest felt silky and smooth, he groaned, loving touching this
man.

Connor sat up a bit and tugged his shirt off then lay back
down, allowing Mike to explore his bare chest. Mike stopped touching Connor and
took off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. Connor sat up, his lips seeking
out Mike's nipples. The exquisite rush of desire filled out his cock the rest
of the way. He groaned and arched up to Connor's mouth. The attention to his
nipple had him writhing under Connor.

Connor's mouth left his flesh and he cried out, wanting the
stimulation back. "More."

Connor sat up, his eyes serious. "What do you
want?"

"I want you to fuck me." Mike reached for Connor's
crotch, feeling the massive hard-on. "I want this bad boy in me, thrusting
hard, making me feel all of your length."

Connor shivered and rocked his hips forward. "Strip."

Mike watched as Connor unfurled from the couch and stretched
out his long legs. He popped the top button on his jeans and then the second.
Mike clawed at his own pants, flipping open the button and drawing down the zipper,
frantically trying to get naked so Connor could fill him with his big cock.

Connor dropped his pants and his dick swung free. Mike
stopped moving, his body frozen with excitement. He swallowed hard, his knees
shaking.

"Get those pants off and let me see that hole of yours,"
Connor demanded.

Mike's hands shook as he tugged at his pants, stripping them
off his legs and tossing them to the floor. Connor dropped to his knees and
pushed Mike's legs back.

"Mmmm—I'm going to love fucking you."

Mike clenched his muscles, anticipating Connor working him
over. He moaned when Connor ran his thumb over his hole. Then Connor pressed
in, his thumb a delicious pressure. Mike moved his hips, taking in more of
Connor's thumb.

Connor bent low and licked Mike's dick, swirling his tongue
around the tip.

"Shit, that's good."

Connor chuckled and swiped his tongue over the tip again.

"Fuck me. I need you in me."

He hadn't had sex in a while and he knew he should ask Connor
to prep him but he didn't want to wait. The need to be filled drove him to lift
his legs up high, pulling his knees back so Connor had better access. Connor
grabbed a condom and rolled it on then slicked up. He pressed forward, the cold
tip of his lubed dick sliding over Mike's hole.

"You want this?"

"Yeah," he groaned, licking his lips and watching
Connor watch him.

"Fast and hard?" Connor asked.

Mike nodded. He ran his tongue over his lips again,
anticipating the delicious burn he knew Connor would deliver. Connor moved and
pressed forward. The tip was against Mike's hole but not going in. He breathed
out, calming his racing heart and relaxing his muscles. The tip breached his
tight ring. Mike sucked in, the pain exquisite as Connor continued to move,
stretching his ass, drawing a deep moan from deep within Mike.

His vision dimmed and he arched up, forcing more of Connor
inside. "Fuck, yeah," he breathed out.

Connor closed his eyes as he slid in farther, his breath one
long exhale. His fingers dug into Mike's flesh and he held on tightly. Connor's
eyes popped open, his gaze drilling into Mike. "This," he ran his
hand over Mike's butt cheek, "is perfection."

Mike squeezed his ass and Connor moaned. Connor began rocking
slowly, his gaze never leaving Mike's. They were both breathing deeply, Mike's
dick was hard as stone. He reached to stroke himself and Connor batted his
hands away, then pinned Mike's arms to the couch.

"I'll let you come when I'm ready for you to come."

Mike sucked in a breath but it was pounded out as Connor
increased his speed.

Connor was amazed at the deep feelings he had as he topped
Mike. He'd topped Riley a few times and he'd had Lane, but topping Mike was
unlike any other time he'd ever experienced. Every move he made was a shot to
his senses. Mike hadn't broken his gaze. Their connection was deep, pulling at
not only his heart but his soul too. He was going to come soon. He wanted to
hold back, but Mike had him hot and desperate for release.

It had been so long since he'd had sex. Even masturbation
hadn't held any appeal. But this made his body shake to his toes. He pushed in
and Mike squeezed his dick, bringing Connor closer to the edge.

"Fuck, too much." Connor gritted his teeth and kept
pumping in. He adjusted his body so he could stroke Mike. The first touch to
Mike's dick sent a ripple of squeezes and clenches to Mike's ass and Connor
groaned. He was going to come too soon.

Mike moaned and thrust up. Their rhythm was beginning to
fail. Mike threw his head back and closed his eyes, his ass fluttering around
Connor's cock. Precome beaded at the tip of Mike's dick and Connor swiped it
off with his thumb then put the thumb to Mike's lips. He opened his eyes then
sucked in Connor's thumb, moaning deep.

"Oh damn, that's sexy." Connor's balls pulled tight
and he shoved in once more. Come exploded out of his dick, filling the condom.
He looked down to see Mike stroking his cock. He ran his hand from knob to base
and come shot out, leaving white streaks on his chest and belly. Connor
collapsed. Mike started to lower his legs, forcing Connor's dick out of his
hole.

They lay together for a minute until Connor rolled off and
sat up, removing the condom and dropping it into the fast-food bag that was now
trash. Mike didn't move. Connor watched him breathe, memorizing the planes of
his chest. He liked this man and didn't want to lose him.

Connor always needed to be controlled in sex to really get
off. He needed someone to hold him down and force him to like the act. But with
Mike, it was different. He wanted to be the man on top, directing all the moves
and making his lover come. Emotion welled inside of him, stealing his breath.
He grabbed Mike's arms and pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly. His lips
trailed down Mike's neck and over to his jaw.

"That was amazing. I feel so alive."

Mike nuzzled against Connor's neck. "So good. Thank
you."

"Babe, I—I—" Connor kissed Mike, sliding his tongue
between Mike's lips. They were both shaking their arms tight around each other.
The feelings were too deep for Connor and he feared getting lost, unable to
keep any distance from Mike and that scared the heck out of him.

*~*~*

When darkness overtook the island, Grant retrieved the Saturn
and tugged it down the beach. He loaded his pack, stowing it in the center and
pushed away from the shore. The quiet engine took him over the breakers and
into the open water. It would take him thirty minutes to make it to the nearby
island where he would resume his ruse as a tourist, returning to the states on
a commercial jet in the morning. The hotel where he supposedly stayed had no
idea he had left the island.

He wasn't happy that the mission had failed. Wylans was on
his way to Florida and they'd have to take care of the mess another way. When
he hit the island, he stowed the boat in the shack where he'd found it. Duff had
arranged the mission and Grant often wondered how far of a reach Duff had, but
he'd learned a long time ago not to ask questions.

The balmy night brought back memories of he and Craig alone
on an island like this. But they'd really been alone, not another soul on the
island where they stopped to rest after an incredibly difficult mission. Of
course that island had been half a world away in the Pacific.

Craig had told him for the first time that night that he
loved him. Those words and the way Craig spoke them were still emblazoned in
his mind. The sweet look on his face and the way he'd held Grant had left a
mark. He'd never recover from Craig leaving the way he had.

Grant jogged the three miles to his resort, avoiding foot
traffic as he sneaked through the window he'd left unlocked. He ruffled both
beds, tore open a couple of condoms and filled them with water then emptied
them, tossing them in the trashcan. No maid would investigate further than
tossing the whole bag. He poured the shampoo and conditioner down the drain and
set the bar of soap in the sink, turning on the water so it would soften enough
for him to make it look used.

He emptied the food from the minibar down the toilet,
flushing every so often so it didn't get stopped up. He ate a can of nuts and a
candy bar as he stared at the bed, wondering if his life would ever be normal. After
he took the last bite of the bar, he glanced around the room. It now looked
used, like he'd been in here the entire time. No one would be able to tell that
he hadn't spent the weekend in a sex filled extravaganza.

After finishing his task, Grant stretched out on the bed, set
his alarm to ring at eight in the morning and fell asleep. When his phone
chirped the alarm, he sat straight up and turned off the noise before jumping
out of bed. He showered quickly before grabbing his bag and heading out. The
taxi took him to the airport where he had a bite to eat. He loaded onto the
plane without any questions.

Duff made it too easy. He loved easy missions, but this went
beyond simple. He'd wanted to get into planning missions. Maybe one day soon
Duff would allow him to get into that aspect of mission control.

Chapter Twelve