Full Domain (Nice Guys 3)

As he contemplated the advantages and the complications of the notion, his brow furrowed. Aaron couldn’t really remember the last time he’d had sex. Well…other than with his palm. Yeah, he did what he needed to do to get his rocks off, but he really didn’t consider jacking off anywhere in the vicinity of having sex. It was quick, perfunctory, and got the job done. A means to an end.

The whole going out to get laid lifestyle grew old about the same time life had become so serious. Between work and the changing culture of today’s gay community, it seemed every guy he met wanted a committed relationship. It was their right. But commitments took work, and that was something he didn’t have time for. Sex for the sake of sex wasn’t that easy to find anymore. Somehow strings were always attached, no matter what was agreed on before the deed.

Yet, his dumb ass had just been offered that very thing by the handsome guy standing in front of this rental car and he’d turned him down flat. Aaron glanced Kreed’s way. Any doubt that he’d gotten it wrong and Kreed wasn’t as hot as he’d originally thought vanished. Honestly, Kreed might be the sexiest man he’d ever seen.

Aaron had a gut feeling that sex with Kreed Sinacola would fall somewhere in that gray area between black and white. If Aaron couldn’t untangle himself from this case, Kreed would be there pushing his way in, which would make the deputy marshal one of the biggest complications of all. Aaron absolutely didn’t need anyone looking over his shoulder right now.

Dammit to hell! He hadn’t expected all these contradictions and desires warring inside him. Aaron reached out to slam the passenger door shut before opening the back door of the SUV to retrieve his coat. Out of nowhere, the image of Kreed taking him from behind on the SUV’s soft leather seat flashed in his head. His ass clenched and his knees buckled. Fuck! Aaron shook his head to push the thought away. He had to finish this case ASAP and get the hell out of Dodge. Aaron shivered involuntarily as the cold wind blew against his now-heated skin. He quickly regained his composure and grabbed his coat. He shrugged the thing on, zipping everything completely up to ward off the wind.

All bundled up, Aaron ran his fingers through his already-disheveled hair. He released the pent up breath he’d been holding. Kreed was dangerous—too sexy, too hot, too direct, and too smart. He’d known before he ever got on that plane that he needed to watch this guy. Aaron had thought he had it under control. He hadn’t felt any sort of attraction for the deputy marshal until he’d actually set eyes on the hot-ass guy propped against the wall in the baggage claim area…then everything changed. This wasn’t the time in his life to be playing around with a senior deputy US marshal. The man had a classified military past that was so tightly secured Aaron had had a tough time breaking into that file. Deputy Marshal Sinacola was one intelligence badass—no question there.

“Get a hold of yourself, Aaron. Kreed’s one of them and an arrogant ass to boot,” he mumbled quietly to himself. That was all he needed to remember to have the pressure in his overeager cock begin to ease.

Feeling a little more on solid ground, Aaron moved and shut the door behind him. He looked over at Kreed as he rounded the bumper of the Tahoe and their eyes locked again. Aaron knew the guy was trying hard to get a read on him as their gazes held. After all, that was what Deputy Marshal Kreed Sinacola was known for. That bit of information had shown up in Kreed’s files over and over again—from the very start of his military career. Kreed had a well-documented innate ability to read a situation and come up with the correct assessment. He was sought out by many agencies and had been for years because of his reputation for closing the cases he worked.

Kreed was a force and Aaron didn’t want him looking too closely at him for any reason during their time together. That was the true reason he hadn’t shed his clothing and taken the guy up on his offer right there in the front seat of the SUV.

He absolutely couldn’t allow himself to get caught up in the aspirations of his hard dick.

Aaron’s entire strategic plan had been to stay aloof and completely disagreeable to keep both the bureau and Kreed’s intuition at arm’s length. He needed to always remember himself around Kreed, especially now. He had too much at risk.

“Did you lock the door?” Aaron asked, his voice may have been an octave or two deeper, but he doubted Kreed would notice. He still cleared his throat to keep himself even. Aaron couldn’t let on how much the guy actually affected him. Kreed lifted his hand, held the key fob in front of his face while looking him straight in the eyes, and pressed the button, that damn smirk making another appearance. Fucker!

Aaron took a deep breath to calm himself as he heard the door locks click into place and the horn beep once, reassuring him the car was secure. Lord, Kreed could hold a stare without flinching. Aaron tried to return the gaze, fought not to look away, but damn, it was hard. Kreed’s intensity disconcerted him and intrigued him in equal measure. In the end, Aaron forced his eyes away, cutting them toward the mom-and-pop restaurant across the parking lot.

“Are we eating?” Aaron asked, sounding a little overly disgruntled, even to himself.

“Beauty before age,” Kreed said on a chuckle and stuck his hand out to direct him. Aaron eyed him again as he passed by and headed for the front door, ready to get out of the fucking cold-ass weather.

“Clothes new? Didn’t have any cold weather clothing?” Kreed questioned, trailing behind.

“I had plenty until they were scattered all over the ice at Atlanta International.” Aaron looked back over his shoulder. He caught Kreed’s gaze lingering on his ass while he walked. Aaron rolled his eyes. Out of all the scenarios that had played out in his head about this man and this trip, none of them had included Kreed having the sexual maturity of a horny teenage boy. “Dude, seriously. It’s not gonna happen, so stop.”