Intoxicating (Elite Protection Services #1)

by Onley James

Jack was right. This guy was a fucking douchebag.

He gaped at the six-foot-plus slab of suited muscle standing in his doorway, but he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t often every fantasy you ever had came to life and knocked on your front door.

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…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.

There was nothing left for Wyatt to do but lie there, hungover and horny, and just wait to starve to death and die.

“I’m a little naked here.” Linc snorted. “If you’ve got something I’ve never seen, I’ll throw a dollar at it,” he promised, his voice far more gravelly than Wyatt remembered.

Makeup concealed, it transformed, it could make people see things that weren’t there and hide things that were. It was as close to sorcery as Wyatt was ever likely to get, and he gave it the reverence it deserved.

Wyatt wasn’t trying to quote lame movies but Linc was definitely his particular brand of heroin, and Wyatt was afraid he’d be chasing that high forever.

He just wanted Linc’s arms and the heat of his body and to feel like one person in the whole fucking world gave a shit if he lived or died. Didn’t he deserve just one?

“If there’s any karma in this world, your dad will get face raped by a chainsaw,” she swore. “God willing,” Linc muttered.

“Fucking is never simple, but it’s almost always worth it.”

“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.”

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.

“Really, Violet. I’m just saying, some of those women out there were holding signs about their right to kill babies. That will never be okay in the eyes of God.” Violet cackled. “If only your mother had chosen that road, dear.” “Nana!” Wyatt choked.

It just didn’t seem possible that somebody that hot could make a noise so unattractive, like a chainsaw being put through a woodchipper. It was kind of adorable.

“Don’t be stupid. Nobody takes better care of me than you do. Nobody but Charlie has ever even tried.” Wyatt kissed Linc. “Nothing you do will ever change that.”

“You look so good on your knees for me. So pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

It felt intimate and real… It felt like forever.

Only ever his. Wyatt couldn’t imagine loving somebody else the way he did Linc, no matter how crazy it sounded.

“Then do it. Fuck me. Right here. Come inside me. Mark me. Show me I’m yours in every way.”

When he was in Linc’s arms, it didn’t feel like a fling. It felt like love, and it made Wyatt want to cry.

If Linc had to hear one more eighties power ballad played by an orchestra, he might wrestle the bow from the violinist and slit his own throat with it.

“Covered how? Are you going to become a male stripper? A prostitute?” Linc grinned. “I don’t know if I should feel flattered or insulted by the insinuation that the only way I could make money is by taking off my clothes.”