Pretty, pink and plump lips wrapped around a sucker unconsciously seductive and he wanted to feed his boy his dick. He adjusted his cock behind the zipper of his tactical pants as Fielding slipped the candy from between his pouty lips and licked them. Fielding was curled up on the couch, studying the script cuddled under his leather jacket.

His phone had gone off almost constantly in the two days since their supply run. His nieces thought they were funny. His so-called friends were asking how Daddy was doing. Worse was the package which arrived yesterday from Sin and Saint, and he hadn’t even bothered opening it. Those two brats needed more spankings from Pelter. That offending box was stowed in the back of the closet, and it would stay there until he could drop it off to Pelter and make a suggestion about further correction.

He spun back around to finish cleaning his weapon. Inhaled the scent of gun oil. The movements were practiced, ingrained into his memory until he could disassemble, clean, and reassemble his gun with his eyes closed. The familiarity of it normally cleared his mind when his thoughts were veering into dangerous territory.

Thoughts which happened more than he wanted since Fielding had come into his life and taken up residence in every corner of his home and mind. Years past since he’d thought about his kinks. They were better left forgotten. He’d denied them because he knew he couldn’t have a relationship like he wanted. Anyone, even his friends would be horrified to know what was in his head.

“Are you still leaving tonight?” Fielding’s timid question had him setting the slide down.

He pivoted on his toes.

“Just for a few hours, there’s a takedown, and Linus needs all of us.”

“What happens—”

“Nothing will happen. When I leave, I’m putting this place into lockdown. I’ve already shown you where the panic room is. If something does happen, you go in and lock the door behind you. You and me are the only ones who can open it. Remember, I programmed your handprint into the system.”

“Yes, sir, but—”

“No buts, baby. You’ll do as you’re told, and trust me that I know best. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.”

He finished getting ready, slipped his bail enforcement agent vest over his head and secured it. He holstered his weapon in the thigh holster and turned to find the boy staring at him. Fielding’s tongue wrapped around the bright red ball of candy. Flicking his cock was out of the question, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t necessary. The slight pain would rid him of his irritating hard on.

Fielding wasn’t even blinking. It was cute and flattering. No one looked at him like that. He couldn't remember a time he'd seen desire aimed his way.

Slipping the chain with his badge on, he waited for the boy to do something, but Fielding kept staring. The boy wasn't even breathing. He wanted to know.

“Breathe.”

A long sigh and long, blond lashes fell to half conceal beautiful blue eyes.

He kept his boots rooted to the hardwood floor to keep from rushing across the room to taste the innocence that tortured him. He’d bet what was left of his soul the boy was untouched in anyway, yet that also brought on doubts. Did Fielding’s first taste of freedom cloud his naive judgment? Would anybody do especially one as mangled and broken as him? Did the good little boy want to play with danger and run back to safety when it all ended?

His phone rang, and he grabbed it off the counter, connecting the call.

“Yeah?”

“How far you out?” Gage’s deep growl of a voice sounded in his ear.

“Forty-five. Just leaving now.”

“Get a move on. It seems the guy is in for the night. He scored, and there’s a pretty thing on his arm.”

“I’ll be there, get off my balls.” He disconnected the call and shoved it in his back pocket. He closed the distance between him and the couch, he leaned over the back and made the worst mistake of his life. He placed his crooked fingers under the softness of Fielding’s pointed chin. The skin was delicate and velvety as rose petals. His boy wasn’t even old enough to have a proper beard. He forced the boy’s gaze to his. “What are the rules?”

The boy’s gaze didn’t waver from his mouth. Fielding took a deep breath, and on the exhale, recited the rules he’d established for his boy earlier in the day when he got the call.

“Stay inside. Don’t answer the phone unless it’s your ring. If I’m scared, I call only you. If anything happens, I’m to go into the panic room. You’ll be alerted and will get to me as soon as you can. I’m to eat all the dinner you made for me.”

“What else?”

“I’m to behave and to trust that you know what’s best for me.”

“Exactly. Now, study and I’ll be home soon.” He released Fielding too quickly before he gave into the urge to brush a kiss to the candy-stained lips that silently begged for him. How the fuck was he going to make it through without dirtying his pretty boy with all the nasty things he wanted to do to him.

He strode quickly toward the door. His cabin may look rustic, but his security was top-notch. No one got in or out without him knowing, cameras were everywhere inside and out. He could keep an eye on his boy even miles away. He exited and locked down the cabin. Fielding would be safe until he got home. No doubt in his mind about that. It was time to get his head in the game.

It was organized chaos, he and Linus were on the front door, Little and Pure were taking the back. As he kicked in the door, the stench of weed, stale cigarettes, and alcohol were overwhelming to his senses even through the bandana around his lower face. He raised his weapon as Linus yelled Bail Enforcement and they cleared room after room. Linus and him worked in perfect sync.

A screech from upstairs would do a banshee proud and a naked man—why did they always have to be naked—stormed out of a room. He dove over the railing just as the fucker compressed the trigger on a shotgun. The wall exploded behind him, and Linus returned fire. He took Linus’ Six as their jumper’s gun jammed. Linus and him took the steps, and then he had the guy turned over and on his stomach.

The scariest feeling in the world was the cold steel of a barrel pressed to your forehead, and he eased his head up to stare down the barrel of a nine-millimeter Glock.

“Linus.”

“I got it. Lady, you want to put that down. We ain’t got no issues with you. I’d hate to put a bullet in you.”

“Let him go.”

“Can’t do that, lady.”

Any other day he’d laugh and take his chances by knocking the gun from her shaking hands. There was a reason Linus always put him on point or the most dangerous jobs. He didn’t care whether he lived or died, and that made him a dangerous man. Not today, he had someone waiting at home—depending on him to come back. It might be a job, but the boy meant more than some damn assignment. A fucked up time to realize it when he was about to have his head blown off by some naked, tweaking woman.

“Want to go home to your boy tonight, Liv?”

Stupid fucking question, and the amusement in Linus’ voice showed him his boss and friend knew it. “You damn well know it.”

“Don’t try anything; I’ll shoot y’all.” Her voice was hysterical and high enough to break fucking glass.

“Team, make entry at the back. We’ve got a little problem here.”

“Little problem, you ready to make your first family visit, boss?”

“Ye of so little faith, Liv. I haven’t made one of those visits in my career. I ain’t doing it tonight. Pure, you in position?”

He leaned heavier on the hand holding the fighting man still. He knew what was coming. Pure was the best sniper in the country. Pure was ready with non-lethal rounds.

“On your command, boss,” Pure’s voice whispered through his earpiece.

“I’ll shoot him, I swear.” The woman waved her weapon around giving Pure the shot they’d hoped for.

“Take her down.”

He reacted and rolled to use the jumper as a shield. The woman screamed as Pure’s rubber bullet made contact and two shots rang out as she discharged the weapon wildly.

“We’re clear. You doing okay back there, Liv?”

“Get this fucker off me.”

“Not your type, huh?”

“Fuck you, man.” He cursed as a saggy hairy ass flashed in front of his vision before Linus dragged the guy away.

“Get your ass up from there.”

“Nah, man, I’m okay right here a minute.”

“Wow, the Death Wish Junkie met his match in a pretty little blond-haired blue-eyed boy, and now he’s all cautious and shit.”

He opened his eyes to see Linus, Little, and Pure all staring down at him. They wore matching smug grins, but they’d leave Linus to bust his balls. The moment that gun had been pointed at his head, Fielding’s sweet face with that lustful expression flashed in his mind. All he could think was that his boy was sitting in the cabin waiting on him and he wasn’t going to make it home.

“How the fuck do you do it, man? You got two of them at home, and one pretty thing has me by the short hairs. I ain’t even touched him yet.”

“Excuse me, you’ve had him up there for almost two weeks on lockdown and you ain’t gotten even a little piece?”

Linus almost sounded disgusted by his restraint. He wasn’t led around by his dick like everyone else he knew. He had some self-control—not much, but some.

“I am supposed to be watching him. I thought the point of this being a job was to show some professionalism.”

“Dude, I ain’t got enough fingers to count off how long it’s been since you got laid and you ain’t even taste tested the most prime piece to ever fall in your lap.”

He was going to kill Little.

“Can I kill him?”

“No, he probably deserves it, but he’s the best surveillance man in the country.”

“Liv, you do know that the so-called prime piece is as virginal as I am?” Pure asked.

It blew his mind every time Pure talked about his virginity like it was just another thing for a twenty-something guy. Okay, he knew not everyone jumped into bed with every person who asked, but the man was six and a half feet of gorgeous man. He glanced between Pure’s spread legs to see Raul standing on the stairs staring at Pure.

Raul was holding onto the zip ties they’d used to secure the couple’s wrists.

Raul snarled as he realized he was caught. “We got to get a move on, Jumper’s neighbors are gathering on their lawns, and they don’t seem like the neighborhood welcoming committee,” Raul announced and jogged back down the steps while pushing his charges forward.

He tightened his abs and sat up, then jumped to his feet. It might take a little longer than anticipated to get home. He was going to have to call Fielding. For the first time in his life, he was going to have to call and check-in with someone that wasn’t a commanding officer or co-worker.