Intoxicating (Elite Protection Services #1)

by Onley James

He flipped his headlights off, engulfing himself in darkness until the streetlights were shooting stars and the reflectors electricity and people just energy. He was just energy and atoms, and if he just let go of the wheel, it could all be over. No more pain. No more hurt. No more frustration. No more disappointment. No more Wyatt.

“Tell my dad… Tell my dad I tried to end it. I tried to do the right thing. Tell him.”

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.

Her expression grew stormy. “That boy’s been raised by one nanny after another since the day they brought him home from the hospital. He has no life skills. But more than that, his parents have treated him like an afterthought. An inconvenience since day one. Nobody more so than his father.”

Heat flooded Wyatt’s face. Jesus, he’d actually said those words to Linc last night. He’d gazed up into those warm whiskey eyes and told G.I. Joe he’d be a good Daddy. What the fuck? There was nothing left for Wyatt to do but lie there, hungover and horny, and just wait to starve to death and die. He could never look Linc in the eye again. Like, who said shit like that? Not straight guys. And definitely not to another straight dude. He couldn’t ‘no homo’ his way out of this.

There’s a bottle of water next to your bed and some ibuprofen. Take the pills. Drink the whole bottle. Then get in the shower.” When Wyatt didn’t move, Linc barked, “Now.” “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.

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

“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.”

“If we do this, I expect complete obedience. You belong to me in every sense of the word. When we’re alone, I own you; you exist just to please me. If I want you, I take you. You come only when I feel you’ve earned it, and if you disobey me, you will be punished severely. Is that understood?”

“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.”

“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.”

hair. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m doing this to protect you.” “I don’t need your protection,” Wyatt snapped. Linc pressed his lips to Wyatt’s ear. “No? Then why call me Daddy? Isn’t it my job to protect you, to take care of you, to know what you need even if it’s not what you want? To reward you for being good and discipline you when you’re bad?”

Now free, Wyatt knelt before Linc, doing something the articles said never to do. He grabbed his head, forcing Linc to meet his gaze. “Linc. Please. It’s me. It’s Wyatt. We’re at the penthouse. Okay? Okay?” A sob escaped, but he bit down on his lip. He couldn’t afford to fall apart. This was about Linc, not him. He had to be strong for Linc. “Can you hear me? We’re at the penthouse. You’re okay. We’re okay. You’re here with me. Fuck. Come back to me. I’m right here. Just…just come back. Okay? I don’t want to do this shit without you. Okay?”

“Why do you keep pretending you care about me?” Wyatt wanted to suck the question back the moment it left his lips, but it was too late. Linc froze. Wyatt wasn’t sure which one of them looked more horrified. “Just forget it,”

“Do you remember the day you flooded the kitchen?” Linc asked huskily. “Yeah,” was all he could manage. “We were just like this. You were frantic…indignant…acting like the dishwasher had betrayed you. I wanted you even then. You were beautiful. Spoiled. A total brat. You were absolute perfection.” His lips skimmed along Wyatt’s ear, then his cheek. “I wanted you so badly I contemplated quitting. I couldn’t imagine spending the next six months trying to keep my hands off you.” Wyatt melted into him, his head resting on Linc’s chest, pressing himself back against Linc’s half-hard cock. “All I could think about was burying myself inside you. You’ve been under my skin since day one.”

Linc gripped his upper arm, pulling him toward the door. Victor snagged his other arm. Wyatt sucked in a startled breath. Linc turned, his gaze falling to Victor’s hand on Wyatt’s arm. “You have two seconds to get your hand off him before I tear it off your fucking body and beat you to death with it.” The older man paled, freeing Wyatt instantly.

“Wyatt, stay with me. What have you done? Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Baby. Stay with me. What did you do? I love you. Stay with me.” Was Linc crying? It must be terrible if Linc was crying. “Wyatt!” Why was Charlie screaming? Everything went black.

“I thought I’d lost you. I thought I’d lost you, and I just kept thinking I never told you I loved you. And I do. I love you so much. I thought I was going to sit there on the ground and watch you bleed out in my arms and you’d never know.” Wyatt looked at him funny. “But I knew. Deep down. When it mattered. When I think of everything you do for me…it makes sense. You take care of me. You make me food every day. You make sure I drink enough water. You don’t let me drink energy drinks because they make me too jittery to put on makeup, and you make sure I go to sleep at a decent hour. You tell me every day that you love me, even if you don’t say it out loud.”

“Did you really beat the shit out of my dad?” Linc scoffed. “It was always going to happen; it was just a matter of when. But, damn, it sure felt good.”

Yes, totally. A hundred percent. Oh, my God. Your sister’s in LA. You, me, Charlie, and Ellie in Los Angeles? This is amazing. This is the best thing ever. You’re going to marry me, right?” Wyatt asked without pausing for a breath. Linc’s brain slid to a grinding halt. “What?” Wyatt pulled a face like Linc was stupid. “Marry me? Make an honest man out of me? Take care of me forever?”

“Is that what you want? To get married?” Linc asked. Wyatt nodded, eyes bright. “Please.” Linc leaned forward, pressing his mouth against Wyatt’s ear. “Is that how you ask for things, sweet boy?” Wyatt shivered. “No, Daddy.” “Then use your words and ask me again.” “Marry me, Daddy?” “Since you asked so nicely…”