Intoxicating (Elite Protection Services #1)

by Onley James

Linc wasn’t sure what he’d expected when Wyatt opened the door, but it wasn’t a sullen fallen angel with sparkling green eyes and a riot of blond curls. He was all sleek muscle and sharp edges, lithe like he’d gotten those muscles swimming laps in the pool, not hitting the weights at the gym. His features were almost…delicate. High cheekbones and a perfect jawline. He was…he was pretty. Beautiful, even. Sculptors spent lifetimes trying to create that kind of perfection.

Even the ones who were gay were so deep in the closet they were frolicking with woodland creatures in Narnia.

The boy would do anything Linc wanted, he knew it in a way he’d never be able to explain to another soul. Wyatt was his; his to kiss, his to fuck, his to protect and discipline.

“You’re imagining things. I find you repulsive,” Linc rumbled. Wyatt smiled despite himself, his hand reaching back to rub Linc’s hip. “Yeah, same. When you kissed me, I almost puked.”

“You are pretty old,” he agreed somberly. “You’re, like, what? Fifty?” Linc snorted. “Forty, you little shit.”

“Hey, new security dude whose name I don’t remember,” she sang with a wave. Linc covered the mic on his phone. “Hey, future real housewife whose name I don’t remember,” he called, giving her back the same wave. Charlie gave a delighted cackle

“You can’t leave. You have to bring me water and oranges. You have to take care of me.”

Charlie’s face went as red as her lipstick, and her fury made Linc like her just a little more. “If there’s any karma in this world, your dad will get face raped by a chainsaw,” she swore. “God willing,” Linc muttered.

“Do you want—” Linc started. “Yes,” Wyatt interrupted. Linc tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.” Wyatt’s hands flailed. “Don’t you get it? It doesn’t matter what you were going to say. The answer is yes. Whatever you want…I’ll always say yes.”

Charlie gave the woman a frigid smile, her tone saccharine sweet. “I’d be very careful how you tread, Miranda, sweetie. Sometimes, a person focuses so hard on what’s in front of them, they fail to see the danger closing in from the sides.”

Jesus. Women were vicious. Linc was convinced if they let women interrogate prisoners of war, they’d cut the time to break them by half.

“Oh, do shut up, Martha. Wearing sensible shoes doesn’t make a woman a feminist or a lesbian any more than wearing that hideous yellow dress makes you a goddamn banana,” Violet snarked, shaking her head. “I swear, with women like you, I don’t know why my mother fought so hard to win the right to vote.”

You tell me every day that you love me, even if you don’t say it out loud.”

“God, I must smell like a swamp,” Wyatt mumbled against Linc’s shoulder. “My breath is probably lethal.” “I don’t care. I just want you, stinky body, lethal breath and all.”