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  Prologue

  I’ve been watching them for days now. I can’t believe he could just move on like that. I see them laughing and playing around together, having their own little private moments of touching and teasing. He never did that before, it makes me sick.

  I can tell you one thing, this shit is going to end, and that’s a fact. Maybe what I did was wrong, but there was no emotional attachment to the hard dick I brought home, he was just a good fuck is all. There was no heart involved, no emotions, and just tantric sex. I’m not sure why he doesn’t get that.

  The whole situation makes me crazy in the head. Night after night I camp in my car, parked outside, with a perfect view of the bedroom window.

  Tonight, I’m going past that. I need to hear what’s going on with the two of them. They both act like love struck puppies. He is mine and I will have him back. I know once he sees me, he’ll take me back. Everything was just a huge mistake, I can explain it to him.

  ***

  It’s been dark for a couple of hours and I know their routine like clockwork. They go upstairs and watch TV and God knows what else, before falling asleep. I should be able to get in. Granger won’t bark, he knows me, so it should be good. I had a copy of his house key made a long time ago.

  I check to make sure none of the neighbors are outside and step out of the car. I approach the front door, sliding my key into the keyhole, turning it.

  Click! The lock opens.

  I turn the knob and let myself in, closing the door slowly behind me.

  I search for Granger, but he’s nowhere around. For fuck’s sake, does he still let that damned dog sleep with him?

  Making sure not to make a single peep, I tiptoe toward the stairway. The first step creaks. The footsteps of Granger get louder and he lets out a large bark.

  Fuck!

  “Shhh Granger, come here boy, come on,” I whisper quietly and the mutt comes to me.

  “Granger, shut up, boy!” The shout comes from upstairs.

  “Good boy, good boy. Go lay down now.” The dog pounces back upstairs after I pet him.

  I take quiet steps until I reach the top floor. I hear them talking, but I need to be closer to make out the conversation. I tiptoe closer, now I can hear, in fact I can actually see them through the crack in the doorway.

  “I just don’t see how they could release him, what the fuck is going to keep him from coming here? He could be anywhere at any time really.”

  “I know, Damien, I know. Surely Aaron’s not stupid enough to do anything, not with his court date pending.”

  “Sure he is, Dax. The man’s an unstable, psychotic fuck, he tried to kill me.”

  My blood is boiling. Did he really just call me a psychotic fuck? He acts like I’m crazy or something.

  Chapter One

  Dax

  As I walk through the front door this evening, it hits me like a ton of bricks. Something’s not right and I can feel it crawling all over me. My first thought is Damien. I walk through the house to find him. I make my way into the dining room, around through the kitchen and out the other door to the living room. I check out back, through the glass doors to the pool when I finally hear his voice coming from upstairs.

  I’m not sure what’s going on, but Damien is reaming someone’s ass out. He is not happy at all, and he’s the easiest person in the world to get along with. I rush up the stairs to him. Somebody’s fucked up something major.

  The phone slams down, and I step into our bedroom. Damien’s pacing back and forth, taking deep breaths. Yeah, he’s beyond pissed.

  “What’s wrong?” I stop to kick my shoes off in the corner. “Who was that?”

  “The lawyer. You are not going to believe this, Dax, the fucker’s out. He’s been out, no one knows how long either.” His face is beet red.

  “What are you talking about? No way!”

  “Oh yeah. Jail forgot to call and tell us when it happened. I just blasted whoever answers the county’s jail line.” Damien rolls his shoulders back.

  “Did I hear the lawyers wrong, because I thought they said there was no way he’d get out anytime soon?” Shit.

  “I could have sworn they said that too. They’ll get back to us when they sort it all out.”

  “I’m sorry, baby.” I wrap my arms around him.

  He did it again, that sorry bastard is the one person who deserves to be behind bars for what he did to Damien. Right now, the important thing is getting Damien’s mind off the whole thing. I don’t blame him for being upset and worried. Aaron did almost kill him.

  “I’m sorry, Dax. It seems that when things are going good, somehow or another, Aaron marches right back into the scene and fucks it all up.” Damien releases me, going over to the bed, stripping down to his boxers. “We don’t have a choice now, but to let them do what we pay them for and stay out of it.”

  “Well, if Aaron thinks he’s coming anywhere near my man, he’s getting his ass kicked so hard, he’ll land somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.” I grin at him and start unbuttoning my jeans.

  “Tough guy.” He laughs. “You trying to distract me, Dax?” He lays back on the bed, folding his hands behind his head.

  “I got your distraction right here.” I grab my crotch, then pounce on the bed.

  “Do you now?” Damien sucks in his bottom lip.

  “Mmmm...hmm.” I drop down on the mattress and lean over him, rubbing across his chest. My hand slides down to the waistband of his boxers and I glide them over his hip bones and down his sexy legs. I catch them on my finger, and twirl them around in the air.

  “Remember when you used to be shy?” Damien starts laughing.

  “Yeah right, like there was ever such a thing.”

  “You were, Dax. You were adorable, so innocent and shy.” His eyes get all sultry and sexy when he’s playing. I fucking love it.

  “I’m not now?”

  “Adorable, yes. Innocent or shy?” He coughs. “Not hardly, Dax.”

  “Hey, it’s not me who decided to cop a feel on the pool guy’s junk, is it now?” I wink at him and try to keep myself from laughing.

  “Oh please, you didn’t seem to mind a bit.” He leans up on his elbows, smiling ear to ear.

  “It was stage fright. I didn’t know what else to do, except freeze and let you have your way with me. I needed my job.” I’m about to burst.

  “Dax, it took no time at all for you to adjust. Hell, I couldn’t even stroll through the hallways in my own home safely with you around.” He licks over his lips.

  “What? Damien, you were the one lurking in doorways waiting for me. Always acting like you needed to ge
t past me. You just wanted to bump nasties with me, didn't you?”

  “Shit! Stop it Dax, you’re making me fucking horny now.” He reaches up behind my neck, locks his fingers and pulls me down to him.

  "See, here you go again.”

  We both start laughing.

  I straddle over him, supporting my body weight on my arms. I wiggle my body side to side against him, our cocks warm against each other, swelling and getting harder by the minute. I move back to his face, almost panting like a dog in heat, the man drives me insane. I lean in to kiss him and he reaches inside my boxers, grabbing ahold of me and freeing my dick to rub against his, skin on skin.

  “Shit.” A chill shoots down my spine. “I’m supposed to be the one distracting you.”

  “Oh believe me, Dax, you are definitely distracting.” He laughs. “Bump nasties, huh?”

  I lean back on my legs and wrap my arms around his hips, tugging him up so his ass rests on top of my thighs. He crosses his behind my back, locks his ankles and snugs in a little tighter on me. He holds on to my shoulder with one hand, and I have my arm around his back. We both stroke up and down each other, cock to cock.

  “It’s better than saying cock-knocking, right? I don’t care what it’s called, it’s hot as hell.”

  “Yeah it is. It’s frottage, baby, and it’s very hot!” Damien pulls me into him for a kiss.

  I can’t even talk, so I just nod and suck his lip into my mouth. I tease my tongue along it, and then let go, pulling away quickly. He jerks me back tighter to him, and I clamp my lips tight together while his tongue tries to force his way through. He arches one eyebrow and I can almost read his mind. A shit eating grin crosses his face. Really?

  “Fucking tease.” He laughs.

  Hell yeah. Game on, it’s a battle of the wills! His tongue caresses slowly across my lips, first on one side of my mouth, then he gently licks the other side several times. I want to open and devour him, but instead I raise my eyebrows at him, challenging back with a quick lick of my own lips, and closing tight again before he has a chance to enter.

  He gives me a wicked grin, leans back a little, and closes his eyes. He slides a hand to my cock and tightens around me, tugging me hard and fast.

  “Oh God,” I moan.

  As soon as the words escape, he’s on me, jerking my head to him with his other hand and his tongue darts between my lips, twirling around my tongue. A grin stretches across his lips, he’s pleased that he caught me off guard and made me forget.

  “Oops, you slipped, Dax.” He sucks my lip into his mouth, and tickles my lips with his tongue. When I pull back against his tightened pucker, my lip makes a pop noise. “Mmmm…”

  “You fucking stealthy bastard, I never even saw it coming either.” I grin and pull his hand loose from around me, pushing him in the chest so he falls back.

  “What’s wrong, glitter dick? Did you get distracted and forget that I thrive on little cock-grab sneak attacks?” Damien cracks up laughing, wrapping his arms around my back, pulling me into his chest.

  “Now that’s messed up, dude.” I snake up his body, pressing hard into him, laughing. He just called me a glitter dick, whatever the hell that is. “I haven’t forgotten anything. I just know how you feel the need to be in control sometimes, so I gave you that one. But tonight, I’m running the show.”

  “Look at you, Dax, all cocky and bold, not a shy bone in there.” His fingers comb through my hair. “You know I kind of like it when you go all bad-boy on me, even though I know your still a little nervous too.”

  I smile at him, because I do know that he likes it. I also know he’s trying to rile me up for it, so I can’t do it yet. “I-I’m not nervous. I’ve gotten pr-pretty used to you now.”

  “Hmmm…you sure about that?” Damien puts his fingers under my chin and tilts my head toward him and kisses me.

  Shit, he just made me stutter. Damn, out of everyone I’ve ever known, Damien is the only one who has ever done that to me. I don’t stutter, not normally, but he’s always had that effect on me. “I’m positive. Oh, and just in case there is ever any doubt, remember this.” I slap him on the ass cheek. “This is mine.”

  “Oh fuck, Dax.” His body breaks out in goose bumps. ”Think you can do that again?”

  I climb off him, and lay beside him, nuzzling my head into his neck. With a quick flick of my tongue against his ear lobe, he leans against my mouth and I whisper to him.

  “This belongs to me.” I gently squeeze his ass into my palm with my fingers.

  He pulls my hair, guiding me to his mouth, and moves my head so he can whisper back. His breath blowing against my ear, this drives me insane. “Yesss…it does,” he hisses, turning sideways to face me, taking my ass in his hand. “And this is mine.”

  I close my eyes as he traces his fingertips up and down my back. “Mmmm…” When I open my eyes, I catch a shadow out of the corner of my eye and sit up.

  What the hell?

  “What’s wrong, Dax?” He leans up a little, pulling my face back to his.

  Damien does gets my blood pressure up, maybe I’m hallucinating. I close my eyes, and shake my head. When I open them, white sparkle dots fly all through my vision. I look back toward the door, but I don’t want to freak him out, and he will totally trip out on this.

  “Nothing’s wrong, everything is perfect.” I hug him into me, and that’s when I spot it. Someone is peeking through the crack in the door, by the top hinge.

  My mind starts racing and I pull away from the hug and look back at Damien. I rub his face with the back of my knuckles. I know this is real, because they’re still there, I can fucking feel them on me, watching us. I have to get out of here and handle this, but protect Damien at the same time. I need to be careful, think clear and catch them off guard.

  I take Damien’s face in both of my hands, stroking his cheeks with my thumbs. I get another quick peek from my peripheral vision, yep still there. Good! Whoever it is, is feeling certain and relaxed enough not to move, they haven’t caught on that I see them.

  “Damien, do you remember when I told you that I loved you, and that you are my perfect passion?”

  “Of course I remember. How could I not?” He’s not breaking eye contact.

  “For me, that means one hundred percent trust between us, even if things don’t always make sense, right?” I ask, knowing we’re still being watched from the doorway. I’ve got to try to code this to him, somehow.

  “Yes, it means that no matter what, we come first. It took a lot for us, we had to grow and accept each other completely to make this work. We may not always get each other, but it’s something we’ll always work on. I love you and I’m not planning on ever losing you, Dax.”

  I press my lips to his, and give him the most intense and electric kiss we’ve ever shared.

  “I love you,” I say loud enough for them to hear.

  I smile and pull Damien close to me. I need to tell him something and he’s the only one who needs to hear me.

  “I need something from you, right now,” I whisper to him. “Are you listening?”

  Damien nods his head. “I need you to stay right here in this bed until I get back. I need you to promise me that, can you?”

  “Of course,” Damien blurts out, thank God he didn’t say any more than that out loud.

  I whisper, “Hand me the house phone. I want you to hear something. Promise me that you’ll listen to who answers and follow instructions.”

  “Okay, Dax, why are we whispering?” he asks and smiles.

  “Trust me, babe.” I move to a sitting position. “Now,” I mouth to him.

  “Okay.” Damien reaches for the phone on the handset on the nightstand and hands it to me.

  I take the phone, placing it on his side, and hit the power button. To hide the tones from being heard as I push the buttons, I start jabbering.

  “Damn, I need to take a leak.” I press the number nine. “Remember what I said? Exactly what I said?” I press the numb
er one and he nods at me looking confused. “Good, don’t leave this bed for any reason. I want you to be right here waiting, just like this when I get back from pissing.”

  I press the final number one. All the digits to 9-1-1. Damien will be connected to the emergency operator. I give him a kiss on the lips and whisper, “Listen and stay put.”

  I get out of bed, making sure my dick in tucked back inside my boxers. I do a quick scan and see the eyes backing away, then I walk around in front of the bed, taking another look at Damien, the phone is on the way up to his ear.

  Right past the bedroom door that exits to the hallway, and it’s gone. Trying to get a location, I only see a shadow reflect quickly off the glass in a picture frame across the hallway.

  I jerk open the door and step out, not running, but taking long strides while scanning the hallway, and making sure the other bedroom doors are still closed. The last thing I need is to run head on at full force into someone who might have a gun or a knife, or get jumped by someone who slipped into another room.

  Thank goodness when Damien decorated the place, there were paintings and picture frames all around the place, along with mirrors. I spot someone with long hair dashing down the stairway, and hear Damien’s voice from the bedroom giving out our address to the authorities.

  As I reach the steps, I see him. It’s fucking Aaron in our goddamned house. I scale the steps, three at a time, until I’m five feet from him.

  “Boy, you just messed with the wrong-mother-fucker.” I reach for him.

  He turns on me, his hair slipping through my fingers. I take one step and swing, my right fist nails him in the side of the head. Aaron stumbles, but remains standing. He swings back and I side step him, the lamp teeters and falls off of the table, shattering all over the tile.

  “Dax?” Damien yells from the top step.

  When I turn and look up to him, Aaron forearm tackles me, pushing me a few steps back then catches me behind one knee. Damien hits the upstairs light switch, just as Aaron flips me backwards. The crush of the granite table splinters under my back, before I hit the ceramic tile.