Page 98 of Holding On to a Hero
When he pulled his fingers out and immediately drilled me with his cock, I had to brace myself on the bed. I let out a heavy groan of pleasure as Cole pulled back, brushing over my prostate.
He thrust in again and the lube bottle dropped onto the bed next to my hand, causing Will to laugh. “Jerk yourselves off,” Cole ordered into my ear. Will stopped laughing.
Will helped me get lube onto our dicks and I gripped them tight with my fingers. Cole began to move again, which pushed me through my fingers, rubbing perfectly along Will’s slicked-up cock. Will’s eyes were closed and his head thrown back as he moaned. The feeling of being filled from behind, having my prostate hit with every stroke, along with Will’s flesh sliding against my cock and balls was too much. I shouted as I came.
Will and Cole were right with me, and Cole and I collapsed to the bed next to Will. Cole reached over me to rub his hand through the cum on Will’s abs. “Nice,” he breathed. I closed my eyes.
A moment later – well, I wasn’t counting, really – I came to with Cole cleaning us up with a damp towel. I stretched and moaned in appreciation. He kissed my forehead before padding back to the bathroom with the towel. I could get used to this, having this always. I rolled over and put my head on Will’s shoulder. He patted my head sleepily.
Cole was just getting back into bed when the satellite phone rang. He grabbed it from the nightstand and said, “It’s Ranger Ramirez.” We all stiffened and sat up. At this hour it probably wasn’t good news.
Cole answered, “Hi, Ranger Ramirez, it’s Cole. You’re on speaker with Jason and Will.”
“Hi, guys. We may have a situation. Cole, I need to ask you a weird question.”
“Okay, um, sure.” I gripped his shoulder as we all stared at the phone.
“At any point in the past few weeks have you been standing in a garage hugging a man wearing aBronyt-shirt and a purple silk robe?”
The three of us froze and looked at each other. “Um, yes,” Cole said uneasily. “When we got to Spence’s mom’s house in Tulsa. We pulled into the garage and when we got out of the car I hugged Spence. He was wearing that outfit andhow the hell do you know?” His voice was loud.
“Okay,” Ranger Ramirez paused. “Cole, one of the people we interviewed after Will was shot was a man who sent you a Twitter DM the daybeforethe shooting saying he’d had a vision you were going to be shot. That same day he also called Austin PD to tell them the same thing. He told them you were going to be shot at as he and another man ran from a car to the front porch of a house.”
“I’m sorry, did you say he called the daybefore?” I couldn’t keep the skepticism out of my voice.
“Yes. It was verified. Austin PD thought it was a prank or someone drunk who’d been watching Cole’s movies, so they ignored it at the time. Mr. Steadham said he’s had psychic visions his whole life but he can only have them about people he’s actually seen, which apparently includes you, Cole, since he’s seen your movies.”
She blew out a breath. “We asked him if he’d had any other visions about you and he told us about seeing Cole Washburn hugging a man wearing aBronyt-shirt and a purple silk robe while standing in a garage. That was almost two months ago. We couldn’t find any evidence he was involved in the shooting so we let him go. I’m telling you this now because he called a little while ago saying he’d had another vision.”
Will clutched my arm with one hand and gripped Cole’s leg in the other. “We’re ready. What is it?”
“He said he had a vision that Cole Washburn and two other men were sitting on a bed, er, naked. He said the phone rang and one of the men answered by saying, ‘Barney’s Barbecue, may I help you?’ and the voice on the other end said, ‘That’s cute, Jason’ at which point all of you became very tense.”
“No way.” I couldn’t believe it. “There’s no way some random guy would know the code Brian and I use.”
“Well, that plus the part about what Spence was wearing makes his vision seem pretty credible.”
“What happened next in the vision, Ranger Ramirez?” Cole rubbed my shoulder. It couldn’t be good if she was calling like this.
“The guy on the phone asked if he could come over to discuss the plans for the TV interview. Mr. Steadham said when the call was over you started yelling about finding weapons and arguing about where Will was going to be when Brian arrived.”
“Fuck,” I spat. I got off the bed to start getting dressed.Breathe. You can’t freak out. Brian can take care of himself.“I take it you’ve tried to call Brian?”
“He’s not answering. Don’t try to call him. If the shooter has him and his phone rings too much he might get suspicious.” We heard a voice in the background and Ranger Ramirez told us to hang on, then put us on hold.
“Everybody get dressed,” I ordered.
“I’ll tell Spence.” Cole zipped up his jeans and ran out of the room.
Ranger Ramirez came back on the line. “Detective Callahan just got a call from Malcolm Falk, who works for Brian. Malcolm and Brian had set up a timed check-in protocol for this weekend. Brian missed his check-in and isn’t answering his phone.”
Fear for my brother curled through my chest.
“I’ve got people on their way to you, twenty minutes out. They’ll park one block over and come in from the backyard.”
“Got it. We’ll leave the back door open. We’ll need vests.” As she responded, the phone vibrated and beeped. Incoming call.Brian.Fuck.
“He’s calling. I’ll call you back.” Breathing deep, I switched calls. “Barney’s Barbecue, how may I help you?”
