Promises Part 3 (Bounty Hunters 3)

After two-and-a-half weeks of surveillance, nothing had turned up. At least Duke finally gave them a Saturday off. He’d put out word through his street contacts that he was gonna lay low and maybe back off the Grossmans to see if they could be flushed out. Ford needed Saturday to get his head straight.

He and Dana hadn’t had another opportunity to discuss anything private between them, but the tension hung over their heads like a dreary storm cloud. Both of them figured it was best to leave their personal shit out of the field since it was far too distracting. When they talked, when he looked into Dana’s soft, bedroom brown eyes, everything else around him seemed to fade away. That wasn’t the way a man hunted – by taking his eyes off his targets. But he knew the day was coming, and soon. He’d tell Dana how he felt and hoped he wouldn’t completely embarrass himself.

For now he’d make the best of his one day off. He had a million errands he had to run. Despite the hour, he texted Brian.

Ford: Going to the grocery store and to run errands. You coming?

Brian responded almost immediately. Of course his brother would check his messages, no matter the hour. Sure, bro. I’ll be ready at 9. How’d the surveillance go? Dana isn’t walking on the side of the road again is he?

Ford murmured a few curses under his breath. The guys were never gonna let him forget the day he kicked Dana out of his truck, during another one of their heated arguments, and made him walk all the way from Kirkwoods for almost thirty minutes before Brian got there to pick him up. That wasn’t one of his finer moments. Just another instance of him fighting his wants. He needed to talk to Brian soon about his predicament. He had no one else and his therapist told him it wasn’t good to let everything stay bottled up all the time. Ford trusted his brother completely, so he’d confide in him and seek his advice. Brian didn’t speak out loud, and he had a lot of trauma within his soul, but one thing those fucking Talibans couldn’t fuck with was his brilliance. He’d help Ford get this straightened out.

Stop fighting me. You want me, Ford. Look at me, look at my need for you,” Dana purred, rubbing his talented hands up and down Ford’s hairy chest while he hovered over him. He looked gorgeous. Ford pried his eyes open and feasted on the man’s striking face, he looked like he was glowing, floating above him. Then Ford suddenly felt the weight of Dana’s body on him.

“Unnnh,” Ford moaned loudly. He couldn’t fight it any longer. Yes, he did want him. “Don’t, brat,” Ford whispered painfully.

“Don’t what?” Dana was writhing all over him, his hard body a work of perfection, and Ford didn’t know where to put his hands first. God, he’d been wanting a feel for so long.

“Don’t stop,” Ford hissed when his cock was gripped tightly. “Dana. Oh, you bastard.”

Dana was still radiating that beautiful light and Ford wanted to bask in it forever. This was the first time he’d thought of forever. For the first time, the idea of Dana’s face being there when he thought of his future didn’t give him a stomach ache.

Dana lay beside him staring back at him. His brown eyes the color of a rich, smoky quartz, pleading so sweetly. “Let me in, Ford… let me in… Ford… let me in.”

Ford bolted upright in bed. The pounding on his front door stopped, then he heard a key turning in the knob. His brother letting himself in. Had to be Brian, because he was the only one with a key to his place. Shit, what time was it? Had he overslept? Thinking of what he was just dreaming about, no wonder his dick was making his underwear stick out like a teepee. He was so hard it hurt. He heard Brian making his way down the short hallway to his bedroom. Ford jumped out of the bed and hurried into the bathroom and closed the door. He hollered to his brother to make a pot of coffee and give him ten minutes.

Ford dressed in a pair of comfortable jeans and a white t-shirt under his blue and grey flannel shirt. He wasn’t a fashion guy by any means. He pulled on his five-year-old, broken in boots and tucked his badge in his back pocket along with a brand-new chrome and black 9mm weapon secured at the small of his back. Dana loved that weapon. Ford sighed and shook his head. Oh no, it’s already starting. Ford walked into his kitchen to a cup of coffee not waiting for him. He looked at his brother expectantly. “What happened?”