Page 35 of His Reluctant Savior

Sid took me all the way to the base, my tip hitting the back of his throat. “Fuck me…”

God, it’d been so long since a guy sucked me off. I forgot how good it felt to have a mouth wrapped around me.

He suddenly popped off, leaving me desperate for more. He couldn’t stop now!

“Sid…”

“Shh!”

I watched in horror as Sid got out of bed, my poor dick forgotten. But suddenly, I was on high alert when he pulled on jeans resting on his chair and tossed on his T-shirt. It was him pulling out his gun that had me racing to pull up my underwear, getting ready to fight.

“I have a loaded spare gun in the nightstand drawer on your side. Grab it,” he said as Sid opened his phone, the screen lighting his face in the darkened bedroom.

I pulled the gun out from the drawer and left the safety on, not yet putting a bullet into the chamber. I walked over to Sid’sside to see what he was looking at. On his screen was a live video of the outside perimeter.

“The notification on my phone triggered from the movement outside,” he whispered. “They found us entirely too fucking fast. Dammit! I thought we had more time.”

“How many?”

Sid scrolled through each camera around his property. “Four that the cameras can detect. Two in the front and two in the back. Let me switch to thermal.”

When he did, the screen turned dark blue, and you could see the orange and red body heat of the perpetrators. Some animals were scurrying about, but back along the tree line was another man hiding.

“Sharpshooter?” I asked.

Sid nodded. “He’s waiting to pluck us off when we come out.”

“So five?”

Sid nodded again. “I don’t see any others.”

The men inched closer and closer to the house, being careful and methodical, not rushing in. They wanted to take us by surprise, and they also didn’t know what to expect.

“If they’ve learned about me, they know they’ve already been seen,” he said.

“Is it your family?”

“I don’t think so. This isn’t their style. This sort of tactical maneuver is used to infiltrate a home or facility if we have to take out multiple targets. Not one or two people. Usually, only one of us handles that. Besides, they know me. They would be a lot more careful in their approach.”

“If it’s not your family, what if they don’t know you?”

He looked at me. “You think you’ve been tracked?”

I nodded.

Sid scowled. “Dammit! That’s my fucking fault. I didn’t check your car. Stupid. Stupid. Of course, they didn’t just find you at your bank. They tracked you there. I should’ve known fucking better. Now that I think about it, they should’ve gotten here sooner, but after that car chase and knowing we can shoot back, they probably bided their time.”

“Spilled milk, Sid. Let’s focus on getting out of here.”

“You’re right. But this also means they don’t know who I am or what they’re up against. That gives us an advantage. Get dressed quickly and have your bag ready. I’m going to rush to the basement to grab a rifle to take out the sharpshooter while you handle the others at the front of the house.”

I didn’t stay to ask questions, running to my room and throwing on clothes and shoes as quickly as I could. I already had some clothes and toiletries in my bag, so I grabbed it along with my sidearm before rushing downstairs.

Not long after, Sid came upstairs from the basement, shoving goggles into my hand. “Night vision. They probably have the same advantage, but they don’t know that we do, too.”

I pulled them over my head and adjusted them to my eyes, casting the world in green light as I popped a bullet into the chamber of my gun.

“I’m going to crack the window open upstairs and take out the sniper, then I’ll start plucking the others off in the back.”

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