Bound to Break: Men of Honor, Book 6 (25 page)

Unless you were looking for it.

Rex reached out and grabbed him in a tight embrace. “You were lying, Lucky. You were never turned. And I hope to God you never remember the shit you went through to pull that off. That’s a fucking blessing, a miracle. Don’t ask why. Just goddamned accept it.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Four months later

“I’m so goddamned sore,” Lucky groaned. He shoved his board into the sand and stared back out at the waves. Uncle came up beside him.

“You’re not seriously complaining about rough surf to me, are you?” Uncle asked. Lucky had seen the surgical scars mixed in with the scars from his captivity, knew that the doctors had told Uncle he’d never be able to bear weight on his badly healed arms and they’d forced him into retirement.

Uncle had shown them. Although he wasn’t as strong as he’d been—according to Nate—he outsurfed them all. He was the one grabbing them up from out of the waves every time they wiped out.

It was a role well suited to the sandy-haired man who always seemed relaxed. But Lucky knew better—behind that vibe, Uncle was always on patrol.

“Did you teach me to surf?” Lucky asked now, because he’d just realized it. Emme had gotten him on the board years ago and he’d taken to it quickly. Too quickly.

“You were a natural. You caught on quick and you were damned good. ” He paused. “Rex hates to surf. Can’t get the hang of it. Falls every time.”

“That is false information,” Rex called. “Sheesh, what if I wasn’t here to defend my reputation?”

“I have video proof of your surfing suckiness,” Uncle told him seriously.

Lucky looked at Rex and Sawyer—Rex had an easy arm slung over Sawyer’s shoulder. Sawyer’s scars were well healed. Some had even faded so much they probably wouldn’t be visible within the next few months.

But they all had them, visible or not.

“Hey.” Dash wrapped his arms around Lucky’s waist and stared over his shoulder. “I hope you vetted that new guy Emme’s hanging out with.”

“He seems all right, big brother.” Lucky looked over to where Emme and Jack played in the water.

“Her bikini’s too small,” Dash said.

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re way too overprotective?”

“You. All the time. You know what I say?”

“What?”

“Get used to it.”

Lucky would. The road back would never be easy, but now that none of them were looking over their shoulders, Lucky’s past didn’t seem to matter as much. Not when he had his future in front of him.

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The danger that drew them together could send them over the edge…

Bound By Danger

© 2012 S.E. Jakes

Men of Honor, Book 4

Playing the role of enforcer in the Killers motorcycle club, all CIA operative Clint “Tomcat” Sommers has to do is make sure he has a body to show for his work. Thanks to his ability to move stealthily and easily between the two worlds, the CIA is damned close to making one of its biggest MC gang busts.

Two years undercover have taken their toll, but there’s no backing out now. Tomcat’s only reprieve from the pressure is fantasizing about the newest member of the gang.

Worry for his cousin’s involvement in the Killers drove Navy SEAL Jace Reynolds to agree to infiltrate the gang to do some short-term surveillance for the FBI. The deal: do the job, and his cousin gets witness protection. When he meets Tomcat, though, his fantasies kick into overdrive. Meeting men while on active duty is tough. Acting on his desires within the club could have deadly consequences.

Despite the risks, Tomcat’s and Jace’s off hours flare hotter than a full-throttle burnout. But the smoke is bound to attract unwanted attention. And when Tomcat suddenly disappears, the secrets both warriors keep could send one of them to the grave.

Warning: Contains two hot men undercover—and under the covers. Both with secrets under wraps that could cause everything to unravel in the deadliest way imaginable. If you’re inspired to try something new on a motorcycle, go for it. Just don’t blame the author for any pulled muscles.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Bound By Danger:

Jace couldn’t decide if this was the best thing he’d ever done or the stupidest, figured it was a draw and tried not to let his nerves show as Tomcat’s kisses became more demanding. And fuck it all, he really liked it, as he knew he would.

But just when he was ready to take off all his damned clothes, Tomcat’s phone rang, and he pulled away, grumbled and took the call while Jace watched him, trying to pull himself together.

Jace had known he was bisexual for a long time but hadn’t done more than kiss and get blowjobs from random men throughout the years. Once in the military, the guy-on-guy thing became harder, and instead of finding his satisfaction with women, he went into the fantasy-and-his-own-hand route for satisfaction. And that worked for a little while.

When his fantasies had gotten too big and insistent enough to pull him away from movies and his hand, he’d done some investigating and discovered this club that specialized in making fantasies come true. They linked Doms with one-time subs—all free and on the up-and-up—and everyone was screened for safety. And privacy. But he’d quickly realized that going out and cruising gay clubs in the area wasn’t an option now—he was too new and inexperienced, never mind active-duty military. And he really didn’t know if this was something best kept a fantasy.

But judging by how hard his dick was,
this
was exactly what he wanted, and he didn’t have to go to that club to find out.

No, he’d pretty much known it the minute he’d laid eyes Tomcat in the clubhouse bar. Jace had gone home that night and had his first wet dream since he was a preteen.

When he’d caught wind of the way things were going down at the MC tonight, he knew from the first that the former military man could be in trouble, and something in Jace’s gut told him the man was undercover. Maybe because he was as well, but for the FBI, not CIA. Tomcat wasn’t a Fed, and the man would be pissed as hell if he thought Jace was horning in on his territory. Being a part of this MC in any way, shape or form was practically a suicide attempt anyway.

He had the perfect in with his cousin Kenny, who’d always been too fucking dimwitted for his own good. The fact that Jace was active duty gave this chapter bragging rights. And the FBI had been counting on that, needed intel on the drug ring.

Jace’s motives had been selfish—the only way his cousin could leave the club was literally by dying. If Jace did his job right, Kenny would get witness protection. It wasn’t optimal, but otherwise the man would end up six feet under.

But now, Kenny and the MC and the Feds were the furthest thing from his mind, especially when Tomcat hung the phone up and, without a moment’s hesitation, grabbed him. Jace waited for him to kiss him, strip him, to do something, because his body was practically vibrating with need.

Tomcat just watched him for a long second, like he was reading his mind, then brushed a hand over Jace’s cheek. “You’ve done this before, right?” he asked as Jace tried to breathe. He managed to shake his head and wondered how much of a problem it was going to be for Tomcat. Because Jace refused to let it be any kind of problem for him.

“So exactly how much of a virgin are you?” Tomcat continued.

Jace gave him the cocked-eyebrow, self-assured look that told him he wasn’t worried that he’d never been with a guy for actual sex, even though the reality was that he was nervous as hell. “Enough of one. Why, you into that?”

“Yeah, I am, actually.”

Jace jolted as Tomcat’s hand cupped his cock, a hard finger pressed under his balls. “
Really
into that. Because there’s nothing like watching a virgin get fucked for the first time, and I like being the one doing the fucking.”

A sudden image of him pinned beneath Tomcat, spread and begging, made his dick leak. He might’ve shuddered a little as a contraction of pleasure shot through him, and Tomcat smirked—the look of a predator who knew he had his prey just where he wanted it.

“So what are you waiting for, then?” Jace managed anyway.

“I want you—trust me. But it’s not going to be painless.”

“Do I look like I have trouble handling a little pain?” Jace couldn’t help it—he reached for the man’s zipper, found that Tomcat liked to go commando. He pulled away to look down at the long, hard dick he’d started to stroke. And then slowly, he sank to his knees, because all he wanted to do was taste this man.

Tomcat grabbed his shoulders and attempted to draw him up, saying, “I
have
done this before, so why don’t you let me lead?”

But Jace couldn’t. Not yet. “Don’t stop me. Jesus, please don’t,” he heard himself murmur—hell, maybe he was even begging—and then Tomcat let out a rough groan and surrendered to Jace’s touch. His hand circled the hard cock; his mouth sought to taste the salty precome already leaking.

He closed his eyes and let his natural instincts take over. Held Tomcat’s hips and let the man wind a hand in his hair and lead him along as he took Tomcat’s cock as deeply as he could into his mouth.

Keeping an eye on his charge isn’t easy. Keeping his hands off? Impossible…

Every Move He Makes

© 2013 Barbara Elsborg

It took attending his own funeral to force Logan to accept a new life as an undercover MI6 agent. That doesn’t make his latest assignment any less aggravating. Babysitting a Russian pop star with delusions that someone’s trying to kill him.

Other than an inexplicable attraction Logan ruthlessly suppresses, he couldn’t have less in common with the irritating, arrogant rich kid. He’s even prepared to walk away—until very real bullets start flying.

After his mother’s death, Zak Kochenkov’s life unravels in an impenetrable haze of grief, drugs and alcohol—until one bodyguard candidate stands out. Except his hopes of having some fun with that guard’s body evaporate when he realizes Logan is buttoned up tighter than a clam.

The first thing Logan learns is that his charge won’t do as he’s told. And there’s some secret behind his haunted eyes that shakes Logan’s resolve to keep him at arm’s length. Because he knows if he lets passion close his eyes, that’s when danger will find them both…

Warning: Contains a sexy bodyguard with a tortured past, and a spoiled rock star with a tortured conscience. Stir (don’t shake), and prepare for spontaneous combustion.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Every Move He Makes:

Zak walked through the automatic doors of Merton Towers and winced when he saw the clock above the elevator. His father had warned him not to be late and he was. When he stepped out of the elevator on the tenth floor, Lev glared at him.

“
Dobroye utro
.” Zak gave him a broad smile as he wished him good morning.

Lev had worked for his father for years and Zak had never liked him. The guy had scared him as a child, and there was something bovine in his heavy features that still made him want to shudder as an adult. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Lev smile, which was why Zak always grinned like a monkey every time they met.

“Good morning, Mary.” He gave his father’s secretary a courtly bow and she rolled her eyes, but she had a soft spot for him. He put a bar of chocolate on her desk.

“Thank you, but it’s not me you need to sweeten. You’re—”

“Late. I know. In his office?”

She nodded. He strolled down the corridor to the room at the end and went in without knocking.

“You’re late.”

“Some idiot had thrown themselves under a train.” A fairly safe lie since it was always happening.

“An idiot? What does that make you then?”

Zak squirmed under his father’s stare. “How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t know how I got up on the roof. I wasn’t trying to kill myself.”