Defiance (The Protectors 9)

Our demons hadn’t found us when we’d been lost in one another’s bodies.

I closed my eyes as David’s hands settled on my chest to brace himself.

So perfect, Vincent. Love this…you.

I’d let him roll his hips above mine over and over again as he’d brought us both to the edge countless times, but when my impeding orgasm had become too much to ignore, I’d sat upright and wrapped my arm around his waist. David had shifted enough so he could curl his legs behind me, forcing my dick even deeper into his body. His arms had locked around my neck as he’d held on to me and we’d moved as one.

I’d told him to promise me it would always be like that.

He hadn’t answered me.

Two days later I’d realized why he hadn’t when I’d found him dead in our bathroom.

My dick started to deflate as an image of David’s body jumped into my head. I let out a string of curses and released my cock. Well, I’d wanted the inconvenient erection to go away.

Mission accomplished.

I turned so that I was facing the water and began washing myself with the small, heart-shaped soap that I had to pry free of the plastic film protecting it. I let my thoughts wander to what I knew about Nathan and how I’d find the guy who was out to silence him.

While I’d read all of the emails his would-be stalker had sent him, I hadn’t found any clues as to the man’s motive or identity. But he wasn’t your run-of-the-mill fanatic. If I hadn’t seen the hardware he’d been carrying tonight, I would have known that just from the steps he’d taken to cover his tracks with the emails. He’d used dozens of ISPs all over the world to mask his true IP address, which meant it would be next to impossible to figure out his location. The emails themselves had spewed a lot of filth about Nathan’s change in political positions, so in theory, it could be a disgruntled former constituent who’d expected him to follow through with the conservative values he’d grown up with. While Nathan hadn’t actually run as a Republican, there’d been a lot of money spent by his father’s political backers to get the ball rolling.

Chandler Wilder was the epitome of right-winged conservatism, and it wasn’t unusual for that faction to have some fanatics mixed in. From everything I’d seen, Chandler had stayed out of the public eye in recent months after lambasting his oldest son for his unexpected and uncharacteristic change in party loyalty. The deluded man had gone on to spout a bunch of scripture shit to whoever would listen about the devil luring his child away from the side of the good and righteous. So it wasn’t unreasonable to think that someone loyal to the senior Wilder would take it upon themselves to get vengeance for dear old dad. Hell, Chandler could even be pulling the strings…wouldn’t be the first time I’d seen blood turn on blood.

I let my thoughts drift to the man I’d seen attacking Nathan, hoping some small detail in my mind would stand out. I hadn’t seen much through the window once the pair had hit the floor, but as I’d raised my gun to shoot out the glass, I’d seen Nathan say something to his attacker as he’d stood against the wall, blood dripping from his hand and the bruise on his jaw already forming.

He’d looked pissed, not scared.

I’d admired that.

Not that I’d ever admit that to him.

I’d seen pictures of Nathan during my research, but they hadn’t done him justice. Maybe because they’d all been props. Perfect hair, bright smile, tailored suit…empty eyes. But tonight, he’d looked…human.

Not to mention the vulnerability I’d seen and heard whenever he mentioned his brother…

I realized my mistake as my dick began to harden again. My plan had been to try and ferret out useful information that would help me be rid of Nathan Wilder sooner rather than later, but my cock was only interested in the memory of Nathan’s hard body beneath mine…his smell…his ticked up breathing that could have been from fear…or something else.

I ignored my dick and quickly washed my hair with the little bottle of shampoo the motel provided, but this time there was no settling it. I leaned back against the wall and began stroking myself eagerly, this time calling up a different image of David…one from a particularly raunchy encounter we’d had in the dirty bathroom of a nightclub we’d visited in Germany while on leave. But the image wouldn’t stick.

“No,” I muttered as Nathan’s smell tickled my nose and his thick fingers teased my cock before wrapping around it. I willed my brain to go back to David, but like my dick, it refused to listen and before I knew it, I was eagerly thrusting into Nathan’s hand. Then it was his ass gripping my flesh in unbearable heat and pressure. It felt too good to ignore, so I pressed on.