STORY EXCERPT

The wop, wop, wop of the helicopter’s rotor blades cut the choppy nighttime air.

Dr. Ryan Barrow looked down on the scene from his seat in the helicopter. Paramedics on the ground were frantically working on the officer. Things were not good. The gunshot wound to the officer’s head was serious enough for them to call for a care flight right before a thunderstorm was due to hit. They didn’t have much time before Mother Nature would cut loose and ground their flights. Rain was already starting to hit the glass. Lightning splintered across the sky a mile out. They were going to cut this one close.

From his position, his cop looked lifeless. Fear, anger, and resentment tore through Ryan’s heart before he clamped it all down to do his job. He couldn’t think with emotion. He had a job to do.

Adrenaline pumped through Ryan’s veins. Waiting out the landing was always the hardest part of the job as a flight doc. He wanted to jump out of the helicopter with the team before they even landed. The tall grass went flat under the downward gust of air hitting the ground. As soon as they were inches above grass, Ryan tore open the side door despite the protest of his pilot. He ducked under the blades. The rest of the team was a few steps behind. He had his medic bag in his right hand as he raced across the field.

Ryan slid to his knees. His blue flight suit collected dirt and mud as he took over.

“Dr. Barrow, what’ve we got?”

Ryan listened as the paramedic rattled off vitals. Ryan made his own assessment. “What’s his name?”

“Trent Lakeland.”

Bullet holes were in the officer’s shirt. Ryan slid his gloved hands over the holes, feeling the hard bulletproof vest beneath. Officer T. Lakeland was written on his shirt. His gaze went to officer’s head. He looked familiar. Ryan couldn’t recall where he’d seen him before, but he was certain he knew this man.

Heavy gauze covered the wound on Lakeland’s head. Ryan lifted the edge of the gauze, taking a glimpse. He always expected the worst. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief when he saw that the damage was done mostly to the right ear. There was no entry wound. They needed to go. Head injuries tended to bleed hard even in the best-case scenarios.

A minute later, the flight team had him strapped down to a backboard, carrying him to the helicopter. Ryan slipped on his headset to communicate with the team. The whirl of the rooters starting back up buzzed in the background. Nurse Jen cut away Lakeland’s clothes. Trent was starting to come to.

“Trent, can you hear me? I’m Dr. Barrow. You’ve been injured in the line of duty. We’re taking you to the hospital now.” The cop moaned, lifting his hand to his head. “Strap him down.”

Jen worked his free arm down, strapping it to the gurney. Ryan got another look at the injury. Lakeland most likely had some internal damage to that ear, and a concussion on top of it. There was another impact injury to the back of his head below his other ear. His vitals were good despite the impact injury to his head. Ryan put on his stethoscope, listening to Trent’s chest. Slowly, Ryan lifted his gaze to his patient, who was watching him closely. Another zap of familiarity coursed through Ryan’s blood. Why couldn’t he place him?

“Make the call to trauma. Let them know we have a gunshot wound and an impact wound to the head,” Ryan said.

Jen grabbed for her phone and dialed.

Ryan reached down, squeezing Trent’s hand to reassure him that he was going to be okay. Trent grabbed on tight, not letting go until Ryan had to pull away. They landed on top of the hospital. The team on the ground had the back doors open. They lowered the gurney to the ground, locking the wheels. Wind whipped around the hospital, building as they raced across the rooftop, into the elevator, and down into the emergency trauma center. Neurology and the trauma surgeons were in the room waiting as they passed their patient off. Ryan gave his assessment to the trauma doc. He glanced back at Trent and saw his blue eyes locked on him. Ryan got out of the way.

“Ryan, you okay?” Jen asked.

Was he okay? Ryan couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew the officer from somewhere, but he couldn’t place him at all. “It’s hard letting them go.”

“We have to be ready for the next flight,” Jen said.

If the storm didn’t ground them first, Ryan thought. “I know.”

Doctors surrounded the bed. This patient was going to live. Ryan was sure of it. He was damaged, but alive. Ryan wondered if he’d ever see him again. Ryan snapped off his gloves and washed up. He was drying his hands when his beeper went off. They were flying out again despite the approaching storm.

ADULT EXCERPT

Ryan’s mouth went dry as an image of Trent dominating him popped into his mind. The memory of that one spank to his ass flashed through his mind. He wanted to go there. Ryan wanted Trent to spank him until he came hard. Trent’s words bounced around his brain like an out of control bouncy ball. Trent circled closer.

“I have a need to dominate my lover. I need a submissive in the bedroom. Have you ever been a sub?” Trent asked.

Ryan shook his head no. The thought of being under a lover’s control turned him the fuck on. He wanted Trent to control what happened between them. Trent came in close, kissing Ryan on the lips with a teasing and soft kiss. Ryan’s cock hardened at the thought of Trent doing so much more to him in the bedroom.

“Teach me to be your sub.” Ryan’s hands shook as he signed.

Trent touched his cheek with his palm.“You need to know what I like to do to my lover. Then you can decide.”

“Use your voice,” Ryan begged.

“I like to spank. I like to use toys. I like to use whips, handcuffs, chains, and leather to tie my lover up. I like to have them perform tasks. Is that what you want? Can you handle going through my submissive training?”

“Yes.” Ryan moaned as Trent brushed his hand down over his cock. “God, yes.”

Their lips connected as Trent slipped his hand behind Ryan’s neck, taking possession of the kiss. Their tongues flicked together, dueling for dominance. Trent pulled his lips away, pacing the room. Ryan went to the window. Lights from the city twinkled in the night. It was romantic.

“You have a lot to learn if you want to be my sub,” Trent signed. “I don’t want to scare you.”

“You won’t.”

The candles on the table flicked, as though air had suddenly blown through the window. Trent crossed the room, taking Ryan’s shirt in his hands and ripping it open. Buttons flew across the room.

“You will stay,” Trent ordered. “Get naked, sub.”

There was no chance of Ryan going anywhere. Trent watched him as though he were a master watching his servant perform for him, and it turned Ryan on hard. Ryan undressed, liking the way Trent noticed his heavy cock. Ryan twisted his hand around his cock shaft, smoothing it out as he grew harder. He awaited Trent’s next order.

“Lie back on the table.”

The dining room table was made of a sturdy oak. Ryan lay back on the table, with his legs dangling off and his cock pointed north. Ryan swallowed hard as Trent left the room. Several minutes ticked by before Trent returned with a delicate chain hanging from his fingertips.

Black leather chaps hugged his legs. Ryan wanted to run his fingers all over that leather as he sucked Trent off. His thick cock hung heavy, glistening with lube in the candlelight. Ryan licked his lips. He reached out, wanting to grab hold of Trent’s cock, but was out of reach. He knew he wouldn’t get a chance to suck cock this time. This time was all about Trent’s needs. Ryan wanted to fulfill his needs. He would do anything and everything Trent needed to get him off.

“Stand,” Trent ordered.

Ryan stood on shaky legs. Trent wrapped the cold chain around his cock shaft, lifting his balls to put them in the chain mail. Ryan sucked in a harsh breath as his cock tightened with the need to come. Cold shivered over his cock, making pre-cum drip from the tip of his cockhead. Trent trailed the chain ends down between his legs and slipped it up the crack of his ass. Ryan’s heart hammered. Trent locked the chain ends down on the chain around his shaft. Trent gave the chain a tug, and the chain pulled his ass cheeks apart. Ryan groaned as Trent placed a hand on his chest while his fingers rubbed over his anus.

“On my table.”

Leather straps were used to tie Ryan’s arms to the legs of the table. Ryan groaned as his cock was teased into Trent’s mouth. He licked, but didn’t linger long. His cock slipped from Trent’s mouth and slapped against his abdomen with a whack that sent pre-cum shooting up over his belly button.

Trent picked up a lit candle.

Candle wax dripped over Ryan’s chest as Trent held it over his nipple. Trent rubbed the massage oil over his abdomen. He smoothed it down over his thighs, purposely missing his cock. Ryan groaned as Trent suddenly pulled away but returned quickly with a butt plug in his hand. A thrill of need had his cock and balls tightening up in the chainmail. Trent rubbed lube over the butt plug and tilted it up over Ryan’s anus. The tip centered on Ryan’s anus just as Trent fisted his big hand on his cock. Trent slid his hand down Ryan’s cock as he pushed the butt plug into Ryan’s ass.

It felt so good. Ryan was breathing hard as Trent pulled out the plug as he stroked Ryan back to the tip of his cockhead. He stroked him down again as he pushed the plug up into his ass. Ryan moaned as he spread his legs wide, taking as much as Trent was willing to give.

Sweat glistened on Ryan’s body as Trent released his cock. Trent stepped between his legs, edging Ryan’s legs apart. Trent gripped their cocks together, stroking them with both of his big hands. Ryan arched into his touch, taking the sweet torture as Trent stroked them both. There wouldn’t be any chance of them getting off like this. Ryan knew Trent would keep torturing him until he was begging for release. Disappointment spiraled through Ryan as Trent let go of their cocks. Trent leaned down, sucking Ryan into his mouth. Somewhere in the back of Ryan’s mind, Ryan knew Trent was using his tongue to unroll a condom over his big cock. A condom. Ryan swallowed hard. Trent was going to let him top from the bottom. Ryan wrapped his hands around the leather straps that bound his wrists as Trent sucked. As suddenly as he started sucking cock, he pulled away.