Excerpt two, Sinner, Savior (GLBT Contemp)
“Who’s your boss’s new client?” Castillo asked. His tone was subdued yet controlled. “The one preparing for Armageddon with all those weapons.”
Dev blinked, blanking his features. He cleared his mind, silently ordering his body to behave. “No idea.”
“See, I think you do know.” Castillo stroked the barrel of his gun with two fingers and Dev couldn’t tear his gaze away from that caress.
He felt that touch down his spine. Soft yet harsh.
God. A sound gurgled in his throat and Castillo’s gaze snapped to his, locking in. Darkening and leaving no doubts as to his thoughts.
Dev swallowed. Remember your plans. Remember the game.
“York tried to kill me twice, did you know that?”
Dev watched Castillo’s lips move, their words not registering until a few heartbeats later. “He must have had his reasons.”
“Don’t they all?”
He swore he saw mirth in Castillo’s eyes.
This was turning out nowhere near how he expected. For one, all the things he’d known about Castillo, all he’d read about the man, not once had he heard he was into men. And wouldn’t you know, Dev had to find out firsthand just how dangerous Juan Pablo Castillo really was.
“I’ve been looking for a man,” Castillo said.
Dev widened his gaze. Looking for a man?
“I think he’s York’s client and I want to know his name.” He dropped to his knees, moving until he sat back on his haunches in front of Dev. His scent, subtle but engaging, reached Dev’s nose.
And his groin.
Castillo put the gun next to his feet and held up a small silver key, then circled Dev’s wrists.
Dev bit the inside of his cheek, tasting blood as he stared at Castillo’s bent head. The man removed the handcuffs and placed them on the floor. Dev massaged his wrists, rotating them slowly.
The pad of one of Castillo’s fingers slid over his skin, rough and welcomed. Dev allowed it for a moment then shifted away. Let’s not forget who you are and who he is.
Castillo gripped his hand, hard fingers tight and bruising. “I want the name of that client, Dev. And you’ll give it to me.”
I’ll give it to you, all right. Shit. Head. Game, his disciplined inner self barked.
“Why would I do that?” he asked.
Castillo’s eyes narrowed. “Because I’m allowing you to live. I’m taking pity on your fucking life and giving you permission to live another day.”
Oh this motherfucker is out of his mind. Dev kicked out, catching Castillo in the middle of his chest with the toe of his boot. The gun skidded across the floor as the other man dropped backward and Dev launched himself on top of him. They toppled onto the floor, grappling, Castillo swinging punches, Dev dodging them as he grabbed Castillo by the throat.
A blow landed on his side and Dev sucked in a breath but he tightened his hold on Castillo. The other man’s eyes promised death, nothing Dev didn’t already know. If he was dying tonight, he was going to taste that bastard.
He pressed his lower half into Castillo. There’d be no mistaking his erection against his zipper.
Castillo stopped moving, the pulse under Dev’s hold beating wildly.
“I don’t want your fucking pity,” Dev rasped. Those eyes darkened, pupils dilated and he dipped his head, lips hovering over Castillo’s. “I want what you want, only you’re not man enough to ask.”
“You have to the count of three to get off me.” Even as he arched his back, hard-on brushing Dev’s thigh, Dev’s arm across his throat, Castillo’s voice remained passive, his face relaxed. Only his eyes spoke of danger and the promise of rough sex.
Dev brushed his mouth across Castillo’s lips. “Three.”
Castillo’s lips parted and Dev dove in, plunging deep, groaning at the taste of heat and cinnamon spice. Castillo widened his thighs, fingers digging into Dev’s hip. Dev bucked, grinding on Castillo’s impressive bulge as their teeth banged and tongues lashed against each other.
The unpredictable bastard was blowing his mind, writhing on him, making him itch and shudder. It’d been too damn long since he had this, another man under him, between his thighs, melting on his tongue.
Dumb luck to find what he needed in one as dangerous and totally off-limits as Juan Pablo Castillo.
Dev’s cock leaked, soaking the front of his boxers. He wanted to reach between their straining bodies and cup himself, take Castillo in hand and bring them off, watch all control leave Castillo’s eyes. He wanted to stay where he was more, lapping at Castillo, drinking down his growls as their tongues clashed and dueled and their pants clouded his ears.
Castillo’s fingers dipped under Dev’s shirt, calloused fingers skating down his spine, nails sinking into his skin. Marking him.
Fuck. Dev shuddered and tore his mouth away. He stared down at Castillo. The other man’s nostrils were flared, his wet lips red and bruised, glassy eyes narrowed to slits.
Major fuckup, this. On too many levels to count.
Castillo licked his lips and Dev rocked into the vee of his body, their hard-ons creating that sweet yet frustrating friction.
“Bad idea, pretty boy.” Castillo’s breath fanned Dev’s chin.
Dev nodded, but neither man broke eye contact. “Bad.”
Yet Castillo’s fingers continued their journey down his spine and Dev’s hold at his throat had long turned to a caress, his thumb dipping into the hollow there, toying with the thin silver chain around Castillo’s neck. He was taller than Castillo, but in their current position everything aligned just right. Plastered to each other’s bodies, Dev felt every throb, every twitch of Castillo’s cock in his own groin.
He had only to slide down a bit, taking Castillo’s jeans with him, to get a mouthful of what felt like a really promising cock. His mouth watered at the thought. It’d been forever since he’d indulged. Since he dropped to his knees in front of another man. He missed that vulnerability. That control. That taste.
He wanted it back.
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