Infuriating (Elite Protection Services #4)

by Onley James

Day didn’t understand how a fabric could be made just for a girl or just for a boy

Shouldn’t it be okay to hate somebody who made you scared? Who hit you and was mean to you all the time?

if you keep calling me Daddy, we’re gonna be skipping straight to the honeymoon.” “Don’t threaten me with a good time,”

“A rabid poodle?” “Yeah, all frills and bows on the outside, but snarling and vicious deep down.”

“You just called me a rabid poodle.” Jackson grinned. “Yeah, but I’m a dog person.”

He was tall and large and sexy, and he unapologetically took up space.

He sighed. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to fuck Jackson or be Jackson.

Jackson didn’t believe in love at first sight or fairy tale romances, but he did believe there was such a thing as soulmates, and when you find that one person, you just know.

He’d never tell a single soul that he had decided, while in line at the grocery store, that mouthy, brazen, beautiful Dayton Daniels was the one for him. He especially would never tell Dayton. Still, if Jackson was a betting man, he’d put money on Dayton being his person.

Kissing Jackson was like nothing Day had ever experienced before.

Jackson kissed him like he was branding him, like he was letting Day know he was Jackson’s.

“Does anybody really have a cat? We’re more like roommates. I found him outside when he was a kitten. His name is Kevin. He’s kind of a dick. I’m almost positive he likes my housekeeper more than he does me.”

“Your cat is huge.” “Don’t fat-shame my roommate. Kevin is his own man. He does as he pleases.”

“Is this cuddling?” he said grumpily. “I hate it.” “You do not,” Jackson said. “Besides, I demand post-coital cuddles. Fight me.”

“So, that’s your type?” Webster asked when they were alone. “That twinky ball of rage?” Jackson gave him a look. “I’m still your boss.”

He wanted to wake up with bruises on his hips and Jackson’s handprints on his ass and an ache inside that let him know Jackson had bred him hard and deep.

“Jackson?” Day whispered in the darkness. “Yeah, baby?” “If you break my heart, I don’t think I’ll survive it.” Jackson’s chest tightened at the raw desperation in Day’s words. “Your heart is safe with me, Day. I promise.”

“Do you know how offensive that is?” Wyatt asked, shaking his head. Charlie snorted. “I’m a card carrying family member, boo. I put the B in LGBT, baby.” “You do know the B doesn’t stand for bitch, right?” Day asked.

“It’s not my job because you’re paying me. It’s my job because you’re mine, and I protect what’s mine.”

“What am I going to do with you?” “I have an alphabetized list,” Day assured him. “We’re at F for frotting.”

Yeah, Day was definitely it for Jackson. He couldn’t imagine not having him in his life. Now, he just had to convince Day of that.

I wish you could see you the way I do.”

“I know you don’t believe me, Day, but I love you just as you are.”

you’re feeling insecure and you need me to tell you all the things I love about you, then tell me and I will. I will tell you when you first wake up in the morning and I’ll tell you when you fall asleep at night if that’s what you need. I told you months ago, I’m all in.” “You didn’t even know me then,” Day whispered, then sniffled. “Yeah, I did. I’ve known you my whole life. I just hadn’t found you yet. My gut has never been wrong.”

“Jackson Andrew Avery, if you hand me a check or a ring, I will divorce you before we are even married. I swear to God.”