Their Bounty (Four Mercenaries 1)

Clover beamed at him despite knowing there would come a time he’d regret this decision when he was dripping sweat and didn’t want to train anymore. But that didn’t matter right now. He’d persevere. “Thank you.”

“I’m taking him in the van now,” Drake said, running his fingers down Clover’s spine.

Tank turned away so abruptly Clover’s heart ached.

“Daddy?”

Tank stood there for a second, rubbing his face, so Clover pulled away from Drake and circled Tank to stand in front of him. He would not say goodbye for the day in such a bad atmosphere.

“Kiss?” Clover whispered, standing on his toes.

Tank’s tense features softened for the briefest moment. He then buried his hands in Clover’s hair and kissed him so hard and deep the arousal that had been fading after Clover’s erotic encounter with Drake went sky-high again. Tank’s hot tongue penetrated his mouth, expressing his dominance over Clover and the control he held over his life. But there was a desperate tenderness to it too, and when the kiss ended, Clover pressed against his Daddy again, needing one more hug before they’d part for the next couple of hours.

“You’ll see. I won’t disappoint you.”

“You better not. I won’t let you disappoint me even if it hurts. Understood, boy? When I say jump, you ask how high.” Despite the harsh tone, Tank stroked Clover’s hair and hugged him tightly.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Chapter 17 – Clover

Clover felt as if he were in a training montage in a movie, but instead of three minutes, it had already been three weeks. And he was nowhere near proficient in anything as a movie character would have been by this point. Sure, he could see the progress in terms of shooting accuracy, but it only made him painfully aware of just how much he still needed to learn.

They’d arrived at Tank’s Oregon house without issues, and the place was nothing like the cabins they’d stayed in so far. Like the others, it was situated in a remote area and could not be spotted from the asphalt road, but in terms of appearance it was more of a modern architect’s dream than a cozy hunting lodge.

Not that it wasn’t cozy, just… very large. Like the home of someone who could never afford adequate privacy and space, and finally went all out. The ground floor offered more than enough space for all their vehicles, as well as a large gym and a small swimming pool area with a wall of glass that provided a view on the shore of a small lake. On the first floor was a restaurant-sized modern kitchen, a gaming room with a giant TV as well as a billiards table, and a grand living room that opened up to the second floor. The space above featured modern artwork chosen by the previous owners and three spacious bedrooms, each with its own ensuite.

Every single appliance was state-of-the-art, and the building, while modern and made of glass and concrete, complimented the surrounding nature instead of clashing with it.

But since Tank was Tank, he’d put up an electric fence around the property, and ensured there were hidden cameras and motion sensors along the perimeter. And then there was the panic room.

To be on the safe side.

Clover had found out about one of the cameras when he’d fucked with Pyro in the swimming pool and got a talking-to for it because ‘Tank didn’t want to swim in cum’. The two of them still re-watched the video together, and Tank couldn’t stay angry after Clover sucked him off during the private viewing.

Clover slept with his Daddy in the master bedroom, but it wasn’t an issue since the bed could fit four.

They often spent time in communal spaces, and after grueling days filled with training and workouts, there was no better way to relax than having a home-cooked meal with the other guys, or watching a movie together. Clover had never felt so at home with any of his foster families, or with Jerry and the raccoon crew for that matter. With each passing day, his decision to stay with the four mercenaries felt like the beginning of a whole new life. One in which he was cherished and embraced despite his flaws.

And he wouldn’t be their pet boy toy either. He would pull his weight.

He could already see progress in the amount of weight he could lift, and Drake started him off on basic moves for self-defence. Clover had been eager to get his hands on Drake’s knives, but Drake laughed it off and told Clover in no uncertain terms that he wouldn’t even get to touch the blades before he was ready.

In the three weeks they’d been at Tank’s house, Clover had only left the property once. With his hair hidden under a baseball cap, sunglasses that obscured two thirds of his face, and in an oversized hoodie, he visited an optician to order the right contact lenses. Because of security reasons, he shouldn’t have tried talking Boar into anything else, but they’d ended up visiting an automobile museum regardless. They’d also cheated on the diet Tank had prescribed Clover with an insane amount of ice cream.