STORY EXCERPT

Across the bar, Wade caught sight of a tall, muscular man edging his way around. He was a beast. God, Wade hoped he was a top. His mouth watered at the possibility. That man was the one he wanted. Whatever the guy was doing, he stopped to talk to someone next to him, giving Wade the perfect opportunity to admire the really nice view.

Dark jeans were hugging his hips so tightly that Wade was certain he could see the outline of his thick cock. Just the thought of this stranger pounding him with those thick, muscular thighs as a battering ram was enough to get him hard. Wade slowly moved his way up the man’s tight T-shirt, loving the way it hugged every smooth curve of muscle. If he had to count, he was certain there was a six pack hiding under there.

Just as the light caught the hard angles of the stranger’s face, Wade froze. It was the last man on Earth he wanted to see. Wade’s heart started to pound at the possibility of coming face to face with Sergeant Tim Malachi. What was he doing here? He was obviously not gay—at least, Wade hadn’t thought he was. Was he?

Not that it mattered. Wade and Tim did not get along at all.

The guy hated him with a fucking passion. Rumor had it that he was working with SWAT training officers. If that was the case, there was a good chance Wade wouldn’t get a spot on the elite team.

Determined to avoid the guy, Wade trashed his beer and headed for the back door. His heart hammered at the pending confrontation. It was only a matter of time before that blow up happened, and he did not want it to happen tonight.

Despite trying to dodge Tim, Wade found himself shuffled back by the crowd as the tempo of the music changed. Before he knew what hit him, a wall of muscle was blocking his path.

Their gazes locked. Tim had four inches of height on him. They were not doing this here. Wade tried to sidestep him but the dance floor was thick. Tim was like a boulder he couldn’t move.

“Get out of my way, Malachi.”

Those insistent green eyes continued to give him a hard, speculative stare that frightened him. “What are you doing here?”

“Fuck off and move.”

Those words pissed him off. “I’m still your superior.”

Wade snorted. “That’s debatable.”

He pushed past the guy and was shocked when he felt a strong hand come down on his arm, jerking him around toward the hallway. The move was so fluid, Wade had no time to react. When they were alone in the hallway, Wade yanked his arm away, shoving Tim back.

“Leave me alone! You get to bully me at work—not in my off time.”

Tim pushed the back door open, shoving Wade outside into the alley. Finally, he let go of him but Wade was cornered in by the dumpster and empty boxes.

“We’re going to end this thing between us now.”

“I don’t think so.”

Officer Wade Harder loved his job. He was good at it, despite being a rookie with only a few months under his belt. He was still considered probationary and under training, but that didn’t faze him.

Most in his department had welcomed him with open arms. There was only one guy who seemed to fight him the entire way. He wasn’t sure what it was about Tim Malachi, but he wanted to find out. He was tired of the man pushing him around.

The male standing in front of Wade could ruin his career. The truth of the matter struck him hard in the face. Malachi needed to get out of his way before he did something stupid—before they both did something they would regret later.

“What are you even doing here? This is a gay bar. I’m sure you’re not gay,” Wade said.  

“I’m here with friends. And it’s my business what I’m doing here.”

A chill raced down his spine as Malachi stepped closer to him blocking him in. “What’s your problem? You’ve been a pain in my ass ever since we met.”

“If you have to ask…”

Malachi’s eyes clouded over. Wade hated putting that look in his eyes. It appeared like he had been struck hard.

“Get out of my way. I’m leaving.”

“Not before we settle this here and now. I don’t like all this tension between us at work.”

Wade snorted. “I doubt that’s going to change now in a dark alley where you won’t get out of my way.”

Wade’s resolve snapped and he pushed Malachi out of his way. He wasn’t prepared for the man to push back, shoving him hard against the cement wall. The blocks behind his shoulders gave beneath him, knocking the hell out of him. He was going backward with his ass falling to the ground.

“Next time you hit me, you won’t be able to get back up again. I suggest you go home and sober up.”

Wade got up to his feet, ready to fight. “I’m not drunk. I should say the same to you.”

“Go home, Wade. You don’t belong here.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

Concern moved through those darkening green eyes. “Trust me. You’re too good for this place.”

Shock moved through Wade’s system. What did Malachi know about where he belonged? Yes, it was his first time at this bar but that didn’t mean he didn’t belong. That burned more than he wanted to admit.

He moved around Malachi, heading back toward the bar. Wade had one goal in mind—find someone who would appreciate his company tonight.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Back inside.”

Understanding moved through his gaze. How did he know? Malachi came in close, putting his hand on the door so he couldn’t open it. They were inches apart, causing the heady scent of raw male masculinity to fill his senses. Wade swallowed hard.

“No, you’re not.” Malachi held his ground as he leaned in closer. “You don’t seem like the type to have cheap sex with a stranger.”

Lights from the alley shadowed Malachi’s face. “Fuck off.”

A strong hand smoothed over the back of his neck. “You’re trying my patience. Go home before you do something you’ll regret tonight.”

Wade’s heart was racing at the way Malachi’s strong hand took control of him. He had to resist the urge to sway forward into his strong body for support.

Determined to put this night behind him, Wade decided to take Malachi’s advice and go home. He didn’t want any more trouble tonight—especially if it could spill over to work on Monday.

ADULT EXCERPT

When they got out of the shower, Wade was ready to be taken but it was clear that Malachi was slowing things down again. It should have frustrated him to no end, but for some reason it didn’t.

His mind was still spinning from the fact that they’d been fighting only a few short hours ago. Now, he was naked and vulnerable in front of a man who he’d mistakenly thought hated him.

As his Dom dried him off, he asked, “Have you ever been a submissive before?”

“Yes. I’ve had one Dom, but it didn’t last long.”

“How long?”

“A few weeks.”

Malachi frowned. “Why did it end?”

Wade blushed. “He wanted someone more experienced.”

“Sounds like an impatient Dom.” Malachi dried his shoulders. “When did it end?”

“A year ago.”

Malachi came in closer. “How many partners have you had?”

Nervously, Wade cleared his throat. “Three, Sir.”

“You don’t need to worry. I won’t break your heart, sub, I will break down every one of your barriers.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“No love—only sex, sub.”

“Yes, Sir.”

It felt as though Malakai was leading him down a long, dangerous road of seduction and he wanted to follow him over every twisting turn of this journey. He followed Malachi out of the bathroom and was led toward a second room.

A playroom. Sexual implements of torture hung along one side of the wall and a sex chair was positioned in the middle. Wade could feel his mouth water as he thought about Malachi tying him down to this chair.

He wanted his Dom to take complete control of him. There was a good chance he wouldn’t, but he hoped he did. Everything about Malachi screamed warrior. The man was strong and could take complete control of with him ease.

Wade loved it. No man had ever made him feel this way before. With very low lighting illuminating the room, he could feel Malachi moving around as he went along, picking up a flogger.

As he came back, Malachi tied him down to the sex chair, putting his legs up high into the air so that his ass and rim were exposed. His cock was thrust hard up into the air over his abdomen.

Malachi slid the wooden cane over his ass cheeks, hitting him hard. He moved that cane over his legs, smacking them several times. The stinging bite and ripples of pleasure moved over his skin.

It was just enough to be hard but not to bruise. “Harder! Oh, please, Sir. I need it harder.”

A low groan sounded from Malachi as he moved the cane up and down over the inside of his leg, swinging it back and forth and barely missing his balls. The whipping sensation was too much for him to handle.

Vibrations moved over Wade’s balls, sending a shot of cum over his abdomen. A grumble of disappointment sounded from his Dom, making guilt move through Wade’s system. Shame burned his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to be so ready for you.”

“I’ll give you time to learn.”

His Dom slid his fingers up over his abdomen, running them through the cavernous edge of his muscles, picking up his jizz and sliding it up to Wade’s mouth.

“Lick my hand clean, sub.”

A little sigh escaped Wade’s parted lips as he licked out his tongue and cleaned his Dom’s hand. He loved the salty, sweet taste of his cum rolling over his tongue. He moaned desperately, wanting it to be his Dom’s jizz.

As his Dom moved behind him, Wade felt the silky edge of a blindfold coming down over his eyes, taking his vision away. He listened as his Dom moved around the room. It sounded like he was getting chains together but Wade couldn’t be sure.

The soft clinking sound was so light that it almost didn’t sound real. He felt the cool edge of the chain move over his cock and down over his balls, tightening to the edge of pain. It was as though the chain had claimed his cock and balls, making it stand up straight.

It felt so fucking good that it instantly trapped his all the blood into his dick. An orgasm started to pulsate through his dick. He was breathing hard and fast. Wade needed to slow it down if he was going to impress his Dom.

His Dom’s hand moved up over his chest as he leaned down to his ear. “Pace yourself. You’re my submissive. I won’t hurt you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Everything that happened before won’t happen again. I promise you. I just didn’t know how deeply you felt for me until now.”

Wade licked and bit his lip. It was true. He was falling in love with Malachi, but he could only be his submissive.

Malachi made that very clear when they took this thing to the next level. The thought of losing him over something as silly as love was not going to happen. Wade had to keep his heart out of it. It would be difficult but he knew he could.

He waited anxiously for his Dom to make the first move, and he wasn’t disappointed when he felt the coolness of wet glass slide between his ass cheeks and press against his rim. Ever so slowly, his Dom pushed the butt plug deep into his ass, sending a shot of pleasure rippling over his skin.

As the glass butt plug pressed against his prostate, he felt his Dom start to massage his perineum with his thumb. It was all too much. He didn’t know how much longer he could handle his Dom’s torture. It was bittersweet torturing, and he loved every second of it.

He didn’t think about coding for an instant. He wanted Malachi to show him how far he could take things before he broke apart again. He’d been eager and needy before, but now he wanted to learn control. He wanted to impress his Dom with how much he could handle.