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“I would never want you on your knees for anyone. Not even me.”

For the first time, Gable had a bad feeling he had found a PTSD chink in Cutler’s armor. The expression he wore nearly brokeGable. Gable had sucked Cutler dry before. He knew that wasn’t the issue. Being on his knees obviously was. Even the way Cutler breathed, as if struggling, showed how bothered he was.

Gable pushed to his feet and killed the water. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” He easily swept Cutler from his feet and headed for the bed. The air felt like ice on his wet skin after the heat of the shower. They left a trail of water from the bathroom to Cutler’s bed. Gable would worry about that later. For now, he had a man to please.

He crawled into bed and wrapped them in a cocoon of blankets before slithering his way down Cutler’s body. Gable wasn’t on his knees now. He would get the dick he wanted.

Gable took Cutler down his throat, savoring the sensation of the man’s cock sliding across his tongue. Cutler made a sound thathad Gable fighting an evil laugh. He knew how to make Cutler fly. A phone chirped. Gable knew it wasn’t his. He had left his in the living room. Gable had also turned off his ringer. Cutler was his only priority. The phone chirped again. They ignored the sound. Gable worked double time, bobbing on Cutler’s dick. He needed to drink his cum.

The phone chirped a third time. Cutler’s muscles tensed. For a moment, Gable thought Cutler meant to check his phone. Irritation ran through him. Then cum filled his mouth, nearly choking him in his surprise. Delicious cries filled the air. Gable’s body burned with the need to join Cutler in his bliss.

Cutler pulled his hair, urging Gable higher. Their mouths clashed. His dick ended up in Cutler’s skilled hands. He tugged and massaged. Gable’s hips rocked, riding themasterful touch. Vaguely, he kept hearing the phone, but he was too far gone to care. He fucked Cutler’s palm. Their kiss was almost violent as Gable neared the edge. He needed what Cutler offered. His hips moved faster. Cutler’s strokes increased. Gable fought for air through tiny, gasping cries.

“Fuck. Don’t stop. Oh, God.” Gable made a desperate sound as he soared. The orgasm made his entire body jerk. He couldn’t stop crying out against Cutler’s lips as Cutler stole his soul. No matter how they made each other blow, it was always beautiful. Gable never wanted to be with anyone else. Their kiss turned sweet as his heart tried slowing to a normal beat. The phone chirped again.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Cutler snatched up the device. His expression screamed he was ready to tear into someone. His gazemoved across the screen and his expression changed. He looked almost terrifying. “Damn it. Two shipping containers just unexpectedly hit the docks. Thankfully, a worker who keeps an eye out for Zander heard crying coming from inside one. I have to go.”

Gable rolled to the side. He was exhausted. “Of course you do. This is important.”

Cutler eyed him for a moment, as if trying to decide if Gable was being sarcastic.

Gable tried reassuring him. “I’m serious. You should hurry.” He yawned. Fuck. The hot shower, long day, and orgasm had taken it out of him. Cutler stole a kiss and then climbed from the bed. He grabbed a towel and cleaned Gable’s skin before tucking him in.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can. We’ll pick things up then. Until then, get some rest.”Gable didn’t need to be told. His eyes were already too heavy to keep open. “Okay. Love you.” Even to his ears, he sounded half asleep.

“I love you too.” Gable heard the happiness in Cutler’s voice. He kissed the tip of Gable’s nose. “You won’t even know I’m gone.”

That was probably true. The darkness already had him drifting.

Chapter Eight

With his eye onthe scope, Cutler scanned the area. He didn’t see anything he normally would for jobs like this. There were no extra teams. No illegally docked containers. No guards. He was confused as fuck. When he was certain there was no one to spot him, Cutler rolled upright and dug his phone from his pocket. He scrolled through his contacts until he found Zander’s number. It rang twice.

“What’s wrong?”

That was a fair way to answer, since Cutler never called. “I’m set up, but there’s no one here. There’s nothing out of place.”

“What are you talking about?”

Cutler’s eyebrows snapped together. “What do you mean, what am I talking about? You texted me there was an unexpected shipment and to get to the docks.”

“No, I didn’t.”

He switched Zander to speaker and scrolled through his texts. “What do you mean you didn’t? I’m looking at the texts right now.” He screenshotted them and sent them to Zander.

“I didn’t send those texts. Get out of there.” The sudden deadly note to Zander’s voice had Cutler’s gaze shooting in every direction. He was alone. He had the high ground. There was no way he was currently being targeted. “I don’tunderstand.”

“Listen to me, Cutler. Get the fuck out of there. My number has obviously been cloned. Move your ass, now.”

Cutler went to work, breaking down his rifle. Still, for reasons he couldn’t explain, he argued. “From my vantage, there’s no way I’m in danger. I don’t understand what the point of driving me out here in the middle…” Realization hit. “I’m not the target. Fuck me, Zander. I’m not the target.” He snatched up his shit and ran for the truck.

“Talk to me, Cutler. What’s happening?”

Cutler tried to speak through the panic. “Gable. He’s asleep in my bed right now.”

“I don’t know who that is.”

Cutler broke every speed limit. Zander’s questions gave him something to focus on so he didn’t black out in his panic. “Gable. He’s the guy I’m dating. From the CIA. He used to work with the contact you sent me to meetin Alabama. Fuck, Zander. He moved here and oh my God.”

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