Authors: Karen Mercury
Tags: #Romance
Okay, Sergeant Longtree wasn’t a twinkie. He seemed to be a man of substance, and who could fault a fellow who slept next to a trap just to catch a poacher? With his caring for animals and his elegant bone structure, women would be falling all over Longtree, if he ever made it out to polite society, where more women were liable to congregate. Or maybe…why had Longtree
chosen
such a remote, isolated occupation in the first place? Maybe he, too, had some reasons to live the hermit life.
When Nathan sluiced the sweat and spit from his penis and lathered it up, it rose admirably to the occasion. It didn’t disturb him that he couldn’t figure out if it was an image of Xandra or a memory of Longtree that was getting him hard again. He thought of Xandra’s luscious ass nestled against his crotch, but the reality of Longtree pumping his dick until he shot was more immediate. So he allowed himself to luxuriate in that memory, slithering his fingers up and down his long hose of a cock, secure and proud, as usual, that Longtree had admired his massive boner. Many men had, but he hadn’t allowed any to delight in it the way Rory—Ibn himar,
no. Not that again. Think of Longtree.
Yes, Longtree was an expert wanker, that was for sure. Even in the few brief seconds the warden had speared his dick down his throat, Nathan had been on the razor’s edge of the most explosive orgasm of his life. Longtree had pulled back at the very last second. Nathan supposed he wanted to watch the view. Nathan was painfully aware he was built like a brick shithouse. He had to be, in his job. Jumping from planes, shadowing rebels through back alleys, leading commando raids, it all required a fellow at the top of his game.
Nathan had told Longtree it could never happen again, but he already wanted it to. What would Xandra think? If she didn’t already know. Well, that was certainly one way of keeping the stunning lodge owner at arm’s distance, romantically. If he truly wanted to disgust and repel her, he could arrange so she accidentally stumbled upon him ejaculating a mouthful of jism down Julian’s hungry throat. Yes, he could arrange that she busted Julian eagerly gulping his long, plump schlong—
The bathroom door slammed. Nathan went still, his cock purplish, the foam-covered glans shiny in his grip. Surely Longtree heard the shower running. When he heard the warden pissing, he relaxed enough to give his own dick a few more pumps, but he was thoroughly taken aback when Longtree yanked the shower door open. Without shades, Nathan could see he had wonderful, soft brown eyes, fringed by long, girlish lashes. And without the baseball cap with Wildlife Resource patches emblazoning it, his brunet hair floated about his shoulders.
And, oh yeah. He was naked. His hairless chest was well-developed, as befitted a fellow who spent his days riding a horse up and down canyons, and a manly, musky scent, probably his own natural scent, emanated from him.
Nathan didn’t let go of his cock, though. “Where’s Xandra?”
“She left,” Longtree said, stepping into the small enclosure with Nathan. “She had some fishing tournament shit to do, and couldn’t get ahold of her ranch manager.” Longtree boldly took hold of Nathan’s hard-on. Nathan wanted to slap that sly grin off his perfectly sculpted face, but he was rooted to the spot. The needles of water beat against his back now, already getting cold. “Let me suck your big tool…
Officer
Horowitz.”
Nathan couldn’t tell by Longtree’s sly delivery whether or not he was being sarcastic. Could Longtree tell he wasn’t really a cop from Abilene, giving people speeding tickets? Or was he putting the emphasis on Nathan’s title because he wanted to play a twisted game? The warden took him so utterly by surprise he didn’t have time to protest. Next thing he knew, Longtree was on his knees clasping Nathan by his naked hips, spearing his prick down his throat just like in Nathan’s lewd imaginings a few moments ago.
Only. Reality was far better than his imagination.
Nathan was shoved back against the tiled enclosure, the water showering harmlessly down onto the crouching Longtree’s back. “
Bala’a il a’air
,” Nathan muttered.
Cocksucker.
Longtree hoovered Nathan’s slab of meat like a professional, complete with obscene sucking sounds. Nathan dug his nails into Longtree’s naked shoulder as every sensation in his body was sucked down into his groin. He rammed his cock into the officer’s mouth, fucking the mouth with abandon.
He knew he had told Longtree they couldn’t fool around anymore. But how was he to escape this shower? Escape Longtree’s brutally punishing mouth? Sure, he could’ve literally kicked him out of the shower. And his Glock was right over there. But why create a fuss?
Especially when it was the best cocksucking of his entire life.
Within seconds of pumping into that talented mouth, Nathan was spewing a load more ample than the load he’d shot on top of the mesa. His mind went blank as he choked on his own cries, jet after jet of hot semen blasting the back of his partner’s throat. His hips twitched, he clutched the back of Longtree’s skull, and he felt he’d strangle the guy the way he was jamming his prick down his esophagus.
But Longtree obediently slurped and gulped, and soon Nathan was shuddering helplessly as the warden milked the last drops of seed from his throbbing tool.
He pushed him away—again—but was careful not to knock him against the tiled enclosure. He’d seen too many dead people in bathtubs in his time. Now Longtree spun on his ass, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Nathan stepped out of the enclosure, prick and balls swaying impudently in the warden’s face.
Nathan rifled through his bag for fresh jeans and black T-shirt. “You let Xandra leave alone? You do know she’s being stalked, don’t you? Or do you only care about animals?”
Longtree was carelessly showering, using Nathan’s shampoo. “Like she said. If the guy was stalking her, he’d have her by now. She’s obviously got something he wants. I think you might annoy her more than anything by following her around—or become
her
stalker.”
Nathan buckled on his shoulder holster. “I’ve got to get to the lodge to get that data from that Marcus clown.”
Longtree smiled even under the spray of water directly in his face. “Hey. I’m not knocking it. Guys like us live on the fringe. Get it where you can. She’s a hottie. But you know she’s got that lawyer guy Sol to protect her, too. And her brother lives next door to her.”
Nathan sat on the closed toilet seat to jam his feet into his running shoes. “That moron stayed? I thought he was flying back last night.
Ibn himar
. That’s all we need. From what little I saw of that lawyer, Xandra will need more protecting from
him
.”
He stood, transferring his wallet from his running shorts to his jeans. Longtree showered serenely, his long, dark-skinned haunches twinkling in the spray. Nathan’s eyes lingered longer than was necessary to discern that Longtree’s ass was nearly as well-rounded as his own. Or so he’d been told.
Longtree must’ve caught Nathan glimpsing, for he shot him another grin. “You’ve got real stick-to-itiveness, Horowitz. Got to hand you that. You’re determined to catch that burglar. And you stuck to your guns about not getting into it with anyone again. Especially me.”
Nathan felt his jaw tighten with impotent rage. The fuckwad was right. He’d let the Indian cop slurp up his dick again without so much as a shove to the shoulder or a whimper. Nathan was going to have to make up his mind. Obviously his subconscious was determined to hump one of these two delectable treats—Longtree or Xandra. And Nathan knew himself well enough to know he’d explode in a very dangerous manner if he didn’t find some outlet for his urges. But could he protect Xandra at the same time he was humping her? That didn’t seem noble or fair.
Not to mention—did she even
want
him to hump her?
“Go fuck yourself,” he snarled without conviction. Seething with frustration, he exited the cabin so fast his shoes squeaked in the foyer.
He jogged the four hundred yards or so to the lodge, putting in a call to that friend in D.C. who could express mail him some ears. He didn’t enter the main lodge where Marcus’s office was. He used his cabin’s cardkey to enter the hallway closest to Xandra’s suite. He had only to stride about six doors down to reach Xandra’s, punching the doorbell button.
Nathan saw that moron Doug Ostrovsky jogging down the hall from the concierge and lounge area, so he muttered under his breath, “Come on, Xandra. Come on.”
Maybe that Doug character is the stalker. He looks like the type to rifle through someone’s panty drawer.
Nathan lost patience when Doug raised a forefinger and shouted, “Yo!” He was relieved that the door was unlocked, and he pushed through without a whisper of a sound.
“I already
told
you,” Xandra said to someone in her apartment.
Nathan drew his Glock. His back hugged the foyer wall. He peeked around the corner to see a man of over six feet pressing a knife to Xandra’s throat.
“I
told
you,” Xandra said in a new, high and tense voice. “I only have two framed photos. You stole one and you ruined the other one.”
Nathan didn’t have to listen to any more crap. He sidestepped out of the foyer, brandishing his Glock in both hands. He said very slowly and pointedly, “Put the fucking knife down.”
Xandra looked terrified. The asshole, whose face was covered with one of those corny ski masks that only show the eyes, held a hunting knife to Xandra’s throat. He stood behind her, his other arm enveloping her torso. He must have already pressed on the knife blade because a trickle of blood ran down her throat, disappearing under the snaps of her adorable country-and-western shirt.
Nathan approached to show he meant business. “I’m not warning you again, you epic fuckwad.” He had a clear shot—of the guy’s shoulder, anyway—and was one-eighth of a second from squeezing a shot off.
But an annoying thing happened.
“Yo, Officer Ladykiller, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.” Doug Ostrovsky had ignorantly and unwittingly stumbled into the middle of the holdup. “I noticed that your dumb fucking bag was on the floor of Xandra’s
bedroom
this morning.”
“Not now, Doug,” Xandra squeaked.
“Whoa!” Doug shouted from somewhere behind Nathan. He’d evidently finally assessed the situation. “Dude!”
And it wasn’t the sight of Nathan’s Glock that made the robber flee. It was Xandra’s idiotic stepbrother, mindlessly flailing his arms around, chasing the guy as he jumped over the railing of the deck. Nathan had no clear shot with the moron in his way, so he just holstered his gun and went to take Xandra in his arms.
Xandra had been surprisingly calm while the robber had pressed the knife blade to her throat. But the second Doug chased him over the edge of the railing, she fell to pieces.
When she finally breathed, she found she was panting raggedly as though having an anxiety attack. Her heart pounded so loudly that when Nathan put his arms around her, she knew he could feel it in his chest. She clung to his athletic chest so tightly she smeared blood from her neck onto him, but she was sure he was accustomed to it. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes tight. However, she was not so freaked that she wasn’t aware of his freshly shampooed scent.
Good going, McQueen
.
A stranger just pressed a knife to your throat to demand a photograph, and you’re getting aroused over Officer Horowitz’s hot body.
But she liked this excuse to cling to him.
“Don’t chase that guy, Ostrovsky,” Nathan called out.
Unnecessarily, as it turned out, for Doug was already back in the living room. “Wasn’t about to. Why didn’t you shoot him? Then we’d have him in custody by now.”
Xandra heard Nathan exhale with irritation, even as he tenderly petted her hair. “Ah,
you were in the way?
Don’t ever do that again, Doug. I could’ve easily popped him off before he sliced this poor girl. Can you go to Marcus’s office and see what he recorded on the new camera?”
Earlier this morning one of Marcus’s men had installed a video camera that had a wide angle view of her entire living area, hallway, and kitchen. She had balked at allowing him to put one in her bedroom. After her wonderful night cuddled against Nathan’s erotically hot body, she knew she didn’t want anyone making movies of her bedroom. Brought back too many skanky memories of Javier.
“Yes, Doug,” said Xandra. “He was only here five minutes total, so it must’ve been four ten when he entered. Again demanding some fucking photograph. See? He smashed up that picture of me and Phineas.” Xandra didn’t want to leave Nathan’s embrace to look at the smashed, torn photo of her and her former Newfoundland, but Doug did.
“Looks like a real sweet dog,” he said sincerely.
“Newfoundlands are fantastic,” Nathan said, still stroking her hair. When his eyes went soft like this, and he allowed tenderness to seep into his face, Xandra really did melt. She wondered how he’d made it to this ripe age without having been married. Or divorced at least once. What sort of trauma had led him to shy away from close relationships? She highly doubted he was gay after feeling his enormous hard-on pressed against her ass all night long. Yet he had definitely been playing around with that gentle, earnest game warden. She couldn’t say as she blamed him, but she wondered what their story was. She had left their cabin earlier this afternoon because she could tell they wanted to fool around again. That was one of the qualities of a good hostess.