JAEGER FOCUSED all his attention on Wren as he related his tale. A dark cloud followed him. But something smelled fishy, and Jaeger meant to get to the bottom of the fiasco. So they listened to two hours of audio and got little new information. They could hear bits and pieces of conversations about finding Wren and Jaeger, although their names were never mentioned. Words like “target” and “fed” made it very apparent who they spoke of. The voices were too muffled, but Wren was sure he’d heard two of the three voices before—SAC Chase and Luis. The other voice, much like the face on the videos, was obscured.
Jaeger was beginning to think they’d never get past square one. He had little choice but to sit and wait until they made for the city, where they’d stay until the trial—less than a week away. The flash drive from Clarissa should be at the PO Box in two days, and it was the evidence they needed.
So they settled in for the night, and Jaeger flipped through numerous news links on his laptop in the hope of discovering anything concerning the upcoming trial. Watching the news proved futile, even though it was a high-profile case. The government kept a tight lid on any and all coverage so as to not taint the proceedings—a task that could be difficult in the age of social media.
There was very little mention of Juan Rincón and his cartel family. Juan Rincón had the best lawyers money could buy, and once he realized Wren blew the whistle, he had his toughest henchmen searching for his nephew. Jaeger wondered if Rincón knew the extent of the material Wren had copied and turned over to the feds in exchange for a simpler life for him and his mother.
Jaeger watched Wren toss and turn on his side of the bed. A restful slumber eluded him. His brow creased and his lips parted as God knew what dreams or nightmares plagued him. Jaeger reached out and touched his exposed skin and ran his roughened hand up and down Wren’s arm. Soon he settled, and the only sounds heard were Wren’s soft snores.
Not able to keep his eyes open anymore, Jaeger climbed under the covers and plopped his head on the pillow. Wren immediately gravitated to him and cuddled into his embrace. As much as Jaeger wanted to distance himself, he couldn’t. His need to protect Wren was just as strong as his need to escape.
Wren turned in his arms and latched onto Jaeger’s wrist—the one with the leather band. Subconsciously Wren toyed with the soft leather until he stilled and slept through the night.
Jaeger woke with a hard-on and the need to piss. He extricated himself from the tangle of limbs, padded to the bathroom, and took care of business—pissing, washing his face, and brushing his teeth. When he returned to the bed, Wren had sprawled out on the queen-size mattress and lay twisted in the sheets, exposing yards of corded lean muscle and two very pert copper nubs. The sight called to Jaeger, and he wanted to nip and lick each one—just to see if he could make Wren come from nipple play.
The bastard in him yearned to take Wren, knowing full well Wren was falling in love with him and would freely give himself. On the other hand—fuck, there was no other hand. Jaeger wanted Wren.
Jaeger leaned in and inhaled the musky scent of Wren’s neck. He flicked his tongue out and ran it down to Wren’s shoulder. Wren started to stir and exposed more of his flesh. Not unaffected by Jaeger’s ministrations, Wren’s dick began to peek from the waistband of his underwear, and a small droplet had formed on the slit.
“Mmm. Feels good. Morning.” Wren’s sleepy voice was sexy and his accent more pronounced.
“If you want me to stop, you need to tell me right now. Because if we go any further….”
“No, don’t stop. I want to feel your mouth on me, your cock in my ass.” Wren stretched his arms above his head to give Jaeger more room.
Jaeger bit down on the right nipple, tugged, and shook his head like a puppy. He stretched the peak and sucked, Wren lifted his chest, arched his back, and forced himself against Jaeger’s mouth. Then Jaeger nibbled and bit the other side, completed the same task, and elicited a similar response from Wren.
“Fuck. You’re going to make me come just from that mouth of yours on my nips.”
Jaeger released his prey.
“What are you doing? Why’d you stop?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you hanging. I am going to make you come just from doing what I’ve been doing, and then I’m going to enter you and pound your ass.”
Wren nodded, and his eyes almost closed as he took deep breaths to stave off his orgasm.
“Reach over and grab the lube for me.” Jaeger took the new position as his opportunity to insert his wet digit into Wren’s ass and finger him. When Wren jumped, he chuckled. “Let’s get you ready for my cock too.”
Once again flat on his back, Wren parted his legs, allowed his knees to drop to either side and lifted them to fully open himself for Jaeger and put his taint on display. Jaeger kept his finger in Wren’s ass, and took the lube from him. He slowly removed the inserted digit and put on the latex glove. Then he clicked open the cap, poured it onto his fingers, and reentered Wren’s channel with three fingers and began to scissor them to make room for his cock.
He leaned over and whispered onto Wren’s lips. “I’m not even going to touch that special button inside you, and I’ll still make you come—just from sucking on your nipples.”
Wren whimpered and tossed his head back. He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth. Jaeger resumed the nip torture—biting, sucking, laving with his tongue—while he opened Wren’s ass. He’d wait for Wren to shoot his cum and then drive himself in to the hilt. His own dick leaked in the condom, and Jaeger wondered if he’d be able to last.
Soon Wren’s whimpers turned to pleas as he begged Jaeger to push him over the edge.
“You’ll come from only my mouth on you and my fingers inside you.” Jaeger stopped stretching Wren’s channel and simply glided his fingers in and out in a rhythm to the steady heartbeat in his chest—smoothly in and smoothly out. Soon Wren’s ass clamped down on his fingers. Jaeger released Wren’s red and raw nips and watched precum slither down Wren’s cock and pool in his short, dark pubes. His fingers struggled to move in the vise of Wren’s ass, but he managed to continue the slide and never touch his prostate.
“How we doing, babe?” Jaeger was very pleased with Wren’s efforts to not come and his own ability to make the man lose it.
“I can’t hold on any longer. You’re actually going to fucking make me come from nipple play and your damn fingers in my ass.”
“You should see how beautiful you look right now with my fingers hanging out of you and your dick leaking for me. Just relax and let it happen.”
With a few more strokes along his channel, Wren shot his load and screamed Jaeger’s name. Jaeger quickly removed his fingers, brought Wren’s ass onto his thighs, and placed his dick at the dark entrance. Still in the throes of his orgasm, Wren resisted his intrusion as his ass grasped for something that wasn’t there, but Jaeger was not to be deterred. Opening his hole with his thumbs, Jaeger filled Wren’s ass in one motion until he was balls deep.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Wren’s mantra filled the empty space in the room.
Jaeger took Wren with a force that made them slide across the mattress until Wren’s head pressed against the headboard. In and out he pounded, changing the angle of his strokes and finally touching the magic button that was sure to send Wren into orgasmic heaven once again. Already on the cusp of his own impending unraveling, Jaeger was determined to make Wren come again. Wren’s dick was still hard, and Jaeger pulled and tugged with the beat of his thrusting. One, two, three more times, and Jaeger shot into the condom while Wren released his seed again on his chest and belly.
Every muscle in Jaeger’s neck strained as he spurted. The stranglehold Wren held on him made it almost impossible to move. Their chests heaved as they tried to catch their breath and allow their racing hearts to return to normal.
Jaeger smiled down at Wren and wiped the line of sweat from his nose and eyelids. He reached for the condom, pulled out, and tossed the latex into the trash can at the side of the bed. Then he grabbed the edge of the sheet, wiped the sticky cum from Wren’s chest and stomach, and flopped on his back at Wren’s side.
“I just need a minute before I attempt to move.” Jaeger peered at Wren from the corner of his eye.
“I’m sorry, Jaeger.”
Jaeger knew what Wren was talking about, but nothing could be done about it. Wren had no control over his fucked-up family, and maybe what he was about to do would change his life and theirs.
“Nothing to do but move forward. We wait for the flash drive before we head back to the city and wait for the trial.”
“And after that?” Jaeger knew Wren wanted promises, but he wasn’t prepared to give them.
“I don’t know.” That was the first honest thing Jaeger’d said in a long time.
THE TWO-DAY wait for the flash drive seemed to drag by, but they had no choice. Once it arrived with a note from Clarissa informing Wren she was leaving the country, Jaeger knew it was time to travel back to New York City. But first he wanted to go back to the cabin for one last look around. No one had shown up since he checked the outside feeds a few days prior, not that he expected anyone, but he preferred not to leave a trace.
Jaeger checked out of the hotel, drove to the former safe house, and killed the engine. Wren hadn’t said much since they retrieved the flash drive. Their time together was nearly finished, and neither man knew what the outcome would be. Wren still had a long and arduous trial ahead of him—a trial that could take months—and Jaeger still had his job. But in light of his plan to expose SAC Chase as a cartel informant, retirement was looking more and more likely.
Jaeger made quick work of reclaiming the bug he’d installed in the communications room and smashed it beneath his boot. Leaving Wren in the large living space, he circled the outside of the dwelling and recovered the hidden cameras. But the sound of tires crunching on gravel startled him as he made his way back to the front of the cabin. A black luxury car, out of place in the Adirondacks, sluggishly made its way toward the entrance of the cabin. Tinted windows and distance precluded Jaeger from identifying its occupants, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know.
Motherfucker, Chase must have bugged the cabin and had men close by in case he and Wren returned. Jaeger had never scanned for the offending devices. His head was totally fucked up and warped by his obsession with Wren. That’s where mistakes were made and the nightmares began. One screwup could easily cost Wren or both of them their lives.
With the car perilously close, Jaeger had no time to get Wren out the front door. Wren was trapped in the house, so Jaeger immediately went to the back door, which was securely locked. There was no way in except through the front door. Not wanting to give away his position, Jaeger slunk to the side and waited. Phone in hand he planned to record the proceedings, and he hoped Wren could keep the men occupied before they killed him.
Wren must have also heard the car, because the front door flew open and he stepped out and stood transfixed on the porch, frozen in his tracks. The vehicle stopped not five yards from the wooden steps, and three of the doors opened—driver, front seat passenger and backseat passenger all exited the vehicle. Jaeger immediately recognized the driver—Luis Calderon, the Rincón muscle.
The backseat passenger extricated himself from his position—the third man in the video—still unknown to Jaeger. Much like he’d previously dressed, the beefy man sported slacks, a freshly pressed shirt, and a tie and jacket. His slicked-back hair only added to his ominous appearance. He was definitely out of place in the Adirondacks.
The passenger door opened, and a stunning man, maybe in his late twenties, exited the car and came around the other side to stand next to Latin number two. Side by side there were similarities—they were definitely related, but the resemblance stopped there. The passenger was gorgeous. His white linen suit was flawlessly pressed, and dark boots and a mahogany-brown leather belt accented the outfit. His black hair was stylishly coiffed, and his curls hung loosely around his face.
He looked around the area and pointed left and right, indicating the other men should check the perimeter. Jaeger scampered to the tree line while the men took a quick walk and then returned to the car and once again stood at attention. The passenger nodded to the men and then turned his attention to the porch where Wren O’Riley stood ramrod straight with his mouth agape.
“Wren, mi amor,” Jaeger heard the man say. The smooth cadence of his voice would make a nun give up her virginity. “It has been too long. Aren’t you going to invite me in, or should we play this out here in the open? I know your marshal is close. I doubt he’d have left you.” With a wave of his hand, the man dismissed his own thoughts. “Very well. Cat got your tongue? We can chat here, and then I’ll be done with you.”
Jaeger bided his time. It was apparent the man had much to say, so he’d wait, record with his phone, and then make his move.