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  “You’re trouble, Dante Kincaid.”

  “Best kind,” he throws back with a grin.

  Damn is that ever true.

  “Let’s go and I’ll even show you the jail.”

  “Sounds kinky.”

  There’s nothing kinky about filling out forms, but it’s necessary. We may not have much crime in Brigs Ferry Bay, but when it does come about, I take it seriously. What this person has done is a hate crime on top of vandalizing property. When I catch them—and I will—I’m going to stick them with every charge I can. They might stay a night or two in our dinky jail, but then they can spend some hard time at the Hancock County Jail, or better yet, Maine State Prison if I can get the hate crime charges to stick.

  When I finish with the final document, Dante’s scowl transforms into a wicked grin.

  “What?” I lift a brow at him. “That smile promises something evil.”

  “Just wondering if the good sheriff has ever been handcuffed.”

  “Am I your suspect now?”

  “Yes.” He rises from his chair and holds his hand out. “Hand me the cuffs, Sheriff.”

  My blood heats and my dick stiffens in my jeans. “What am I in trouble for?”

  “I suspect you have a secret and I need to interrogate you in order to discover what you’re hiding.” He wiggles his fingers. “Handcuffs. Now, boy.”

  A thrill shoots down my spine. “Lock the front door.” I hand him the cuffs. “Please.”

  “Stand up. Hands against the wall,” he orders. “I want to see them. No funny business.”

  I stand up as he walks over to the door, locking it. He also draws the curtains down and turns off the overhead light. We’re bathed in soft light from the computer and the sun peeking through the cracks between the curtains and the window. Turning my back, I place my hands on the wall and part my legs. Warmth envelops me from behind. His dick is hard as it brushes against my ass when he leans in to speak to me.

  “I suspect you have a deadly weapon on you.” His breath is hot on my neck. “You can pull it out or I can search you. It’s your call, criminal.”

  “I’m not hiding anything,” I rasp out.

  “Liar.” His palms roam down my ribs and he squeezes my hips before squatting. Slowly, he feels down each leg before gripping my ass. “Not here.” He bypasses my dick that’s straining with need, sliding his hands beneath my shirt. “Not here.” I groan when he teases below my naval. “What are you hiding in your pants?”

  “Nothing.”

  He undoes the button on my jeans. “Lying will get you more punishment.” The zipper goes down next and he slides his hand inside my jeans over my boxers. “What do we have here?” He strokes my dick, making me moan. “That’s it. You’re under arrest.”

  I gasp in shock at the rough way he grips my wrist, twisting it behind me. He does the same for the other and snaps the cuffs on me. Then, he yanks my jeans and boxers down, exposing me.

  “This right here,” he rumbles, stroking my cock, “should be against the law.”

  “Fuck,” I curse, pushing my ass against his dick. “Dante.”

  “You won’t cry and get out of this, boy,” he warns, pulling back. “You’ll take your punishment like a man.”

  Smack.

  Being handcuffed and at his mercy is hot as hell. Having Dante Kincaid smacking my ass is indescribable. I’m dizzy with lust.

  He smacks my ass again, harder this time, before squatting behind me. I let out a string of curse words when he parts my cheeks and runs his nose up and down my crease. Hot breath tickles my hole before his tongue darts out. Stars of pleasure dance all around me. I never thought I’d enjoy a mouth right there, but in this moment, I’ve never wanted anything more.

  “Mmm,” he rumbles, teasing the puckered flesh with his wet tongue. “You taste good, criminal. Too good.” His tongue pushes inside, a delicious mix of fiery discomfort and wet pleasure.

  I crave so much more than his tongue. The thought alarms me, but I don’t shy away from it. My mind drifts to the fantasy of him putting his dick inside me. Of him fucking me rough as though he’s trying to claim me. I rest my head against the wall, doing my best to bend my body, pushing more of me toward him.

  I want him deeper.

  I want to feel his finger. Two of them. Three.

  I want the burn of his dick stretching me wide.

  “Greedy boy,” he murmurs when his tongue pulls out. “You want more, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I choke out.

  He stands up and brings a finger to my mouth. “Suck on this. Get it good and wet.”

  It’s erotic as hell sucking on his finger, knowing it’ll soon be in my ass. I’m nervous, but mostly excited and curious. All too soon, he pulls his finger out and teases it down my crease to my hole.

  “Relax, criminal, and I’ll let you off for good behavior.”

  He gently massages the tight flesh until my body loosens up and I’m begging for him to penetrate me. His finger doesn’t feel quite as good as his tongue, but he’s able to push it in deeper. The feel of his finger inside of me is primal and so fucking intimate. No one has ever had this part of me before. No women. Not Cato. Not Kian. Only Dante.

  “Feel this?” he rumbles as he presses against what must be my prostate based on the way I nearly collapse from trembles.

  “Fuck, yes,” I hiss out. “Do it again.”

  Dante

  God, this man is fucking perfect.

  Everything about him is addictive as hell. The fact he’s playing along with my filthy fantasies only further solidifies how perfect he is.

  “When I touch it again, I won’t stop until you’re coming.” I slide my finger out of his ass, loving the whine of protest from his lips. “Don’t worry, boy, I’m only changing positions. I want your dick in my mouth when you come. We’re not wasteful men. I’m going to swallow every drop.”

  I settle my ass on the floor, back against the wall and my legs spread out. His head is still pressed against the wall and he peers down at me with such raw hunger. Fucking gorgeous. I grab hold of his dick and bring it to my mouth. Then, my finger finds its way back to his ass. He grants me access much easier this time. I keep one hand inside him, barely teasing his prostate while my other one caresses his balls. Once he realizes my mouth is available to fuck, he unleashes.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, his hips pumping forward, each thrust sending his thick dick down my waiting throat. “You’re going to kill me, Dante. Fuck.”

  I focus on bringing him pleasure rather than the fact he’s skullfucking me so I don’t trigger my gag reflex. It doesn’t take much more pressure on his prostate before he’s cursing out my name like I’m the devil here to drag him to Hell. Hot cum shoots down my throat and I swallow it down, marveling over how wrecked I’ve made this man of the law. As I slip off his dick, I pull my finger out of his ass.

  “You liked that?” I ask, peering up at him.

  “Uncuff me and I’ll return the favor.”

  “You haven’t earned an early release yet.” I flash him a vicious grin. “On your knees, criminal.”

  His nostrils flare, but he pulls back from the wall, allowing me room to stand. As he kneels, I rise to my feet. Since his hands are bound and he can’t take my dick out, I do it for him. I tap the tip of my dick against his parted lips.

  “Beg for my cock,” I growl.

  He leans forward, his tongue darting out to taste me, but I grip his hair, keeping him away from his salty prize.

  “Beg.” I grab my dick and paint his lips with my pre-cum. “Beg, boy.”

  “Please,” he croaks out. “I want to taste you. I fucking missed it.”

  Sweet, eager thing.

  “Open up,” I instruct. “Now.”

  His lips slide over my thickness as I ease into his hot mouth. He gags, his eyes watering, when I reach the back of his throat. I pull back and caress his hair.

  “I like it when you gag,” I croon. “It’s a beau
tiful fucking sound.”

  As though he’s starved for dick, he snarls, sucking me into his mouth. Without his hands in use, he fumbles to find the right rhythm. Eventually, he bobs up and down like he’s done it a thousand times. So fucking perfect. This time, when I push deep into his throat, he makes a sound, but it’s more of a moan than a gag. I thrust hard twice, blissed out on the pleasure of his hot, tight throat, before pulling back again. Over and over I tease him until my nuts begin to seize up with my impending release.

  “Open your mouth and wait for what I give you,” I command, stroking my wet dick in front of his face. “Wider. Stick your tongue out too.”

  He obeys because he’s trying to obliterate my world. It’s fucking hot to see him on his knees with his dick bobbing in front of him, once again hard, and his mouth waiting on my cum. I let out a strangled sound of pleasure before cum jets out in thick ropes. One string of it hits his cheek, but the next couple of spurts land on his pink tongue.

  “Don’t swallow it yet,” I murmur, rubbing the tip through my mess on his tongue. “I bet you’re so goddamn thirsty for it.”

  He nods, a pleading moan coming from him. I use my dick to push the cum toward the back of his throat. I’m thrilled when he keeps it there, waiting for more orders. He may not be a little twink, but fuck does he obey me like one.

  “Swallow, beautiful.” I stroke my fingers through his hair as he wraps his lips around my dick and sucks off the remnants of my release before swallowing. “I wish I could keep you tied up forever.”

  His eyes meet mine, filled with such longing, I’m nearly knocked off my feet.

  Don’t go there.

  Not again.

  Breaking his stare, I step away and quickly pull my pants up. Once I’m dressed again, I tug him to his feet and see to it that he’s sorted too. We’re both quiet as I take care of him. Finally, I grab his keys and locate the one to the cuffs. The moment I have him freed, he pushes me against the wall, his lips crashing to mine.

  I forget about distance.

  I forget about keeping my heart out of the equation.

  I forget because he distracts me with his all-consuming kiss.

  “Dante,” he murmurs, pulling away to lock eyes with me. “You’re going to destroy me. I can feel it.”

  I laugh, as though he’s joking, but we both know he’s not.

  And I feel the same way.

  Jaxson Bell has the power to hurt me.

  I’m the idiot who’s going to let him.

  I’m a creep.

  Jax is on his way to a birthday party. I know this because I’m stalking his Facebook account. I’ve already combed through all of his pictures. His other two brothers look just like him, especially Maxton. Everyone in town loves their sheriff. I might have even saved a picture of him on the beach from the previous summer.

  Fuck.

  This is a problem.

  He’s my fuck buddy. Not this.

  It reminds me of my past way too much. Of another time when I was obsessed over a guy. I can’t afford to let that happen again. Last time nearly broke me.

  Jaxson Bell has that power. I’ve practically gifted it to him. It’ll do me some good to put distance between us.

  But earlier today? The way he’d submitted to my filthy role playing game?

  So damn tempting.

  I scrub my palm down over my face and let out a heavy sigh. My thoughts drift from Jax’s glorious abs to the motherfucker who vandalized my property. It’s unnerving and annoying as fuck. Since thinking about that shit pisses me off, I happily go back to stalking Jax.

  I’m scrolling, minding my own business—well, Jax’s if I’m honest with myself—when I scroll past suggested friends. I stop, overwhelmed with gutting feelings.

  Toby McAdams.

  His profile picture is one I took of him. Sunglasses cover his eyes and his smile is wide as he holds a steaming cup of coffee. It wasn’t but fifteen minutes later, I’d popped the question. He said yes and I began planning a life to marry the man of my dreams.

  But it all soured so quickly.

  Bitterness roils in my gut, but I can’t stop myself from clicking on his profile. His account isn’t locked down. I’m free to see his relationship status.

  Engaged.

  At first I think he’s never changed it from when we were together. However, after skimming through some pictures, I realize he’s engaged to another man. The man is a suit like myself—tall, dark, and handsome.

  What was wrong with me?

  I swallow down the pain that’s threatening to suffocate me. It’d be best if I closed out of Facebook and checked on Zak and Callan to see if they want to grab a bite to eat. Instead, I’m stupidly grabbing for my phone and dialing the number I never had the heart to delete even when he so easily erased me from his life.

  “Hello?”

  His soft voice is a punch to the gut. I can’t bring myself to reply.

  “Dante?”

  I squeeze my eyes shut, remembering how devastated I was when he broke it off. How I begged him to reconsider. Told him I’d get counseling or work out more or make more money. Whatever it was he didn’t like about me anymore, I could fix it. I just knew I could.

  He said it wasn’t my fault.

  It was his.

  The love we once had faded into nothing.

  For him.

  For me, I still loved him with every ounce of my being.

  “Hold on,” Toby whispers. “I’m going to the other room.”

  A door clicks shut. I can imagine him already in his comfy lounge pants, his reading glasses perched on his nose, and a book tucked under his arm.

  “Are you okay?” he asks.

  I sniffle. I fucking sniffle.

  “Hey, Dante boo,” he croons. “It’s okay. Don’t cry.”

  This isn’t me. I’ve moved past this.

  It’s all Jax’s fault for softening my heart again.

  “Are you going to talk to me?” He sighs. “I miss you.”

  All sadness dries up as anger ignites in my chest, hot and explosive. He misses me? He’s the one who dumped me days before our wedding. His family had flown in from California. We’d been so happy and eager to get married.

  Fuck. Him.

  “I guess you saw my relationship status,” Toby says, frustration in his tone. “We’re supposed to get married on Valentine’s Day but…”

  But that’s when we were supposed to get married.

  Hang up, Dante.

  “As it nears, I can’t help but think maybe it’s a bad idea, you know?”

  At this, I make a derisive snort. “Maybe you should wait until the week before to let the unlucky bastard know you don’t love him anymore.”

  “Dante—”

  I press end on the call, hating how weak I am. It’s been almost two years since that fateful day when he ripped my heart out. I’d been doing great until this week.

  The phone rings and Toby’s name shows up on the screen. I send it to voicemail. Seconds later, he texts me.

  Toby: I thought we could talk about this. About us.

  There. Is. No. Us.

  Rather than respond, I delete the text and then block his contact.

  I sit back in my chair, my hands shaking as I try to compose myself. I’m feeling raw and shredded. It makes me want to call Jax, beg him to cancel the party he’s going to, and stay the night in my bed.

  “Hey, Dante,” Zak says from my doorway of my office. “Callan sent me to get you. Shelly ordered pizza and it just got here.”

  I force a smile at him. “Thanks. I’ll be in the dining room soon.”

  His features pinch into one of concern. “You okay? You look like you’ve been crying.”

  “I’m fine,” I lie.

  He walks into the office and sits down across from me. “Is it about Jax?”

  “No.”

  “Look,” he murmurs, keeping his voice low. “I know he’s gay, whether he admits it or not. And I know you two lik
e each other.”

  I keep my features impassive. “I said I’m fine, Zak.”

  “He’s worth it.” He shoots me a fierce look, much like his older brother.

  “I beg your pardon?”

  “Jax. He’s a good guy. Because Dad’s an asshole, he’s always been a little sad and afraid. But my brother is also one of the best men I know. When it’s time to fight for what he loves, he does it without hesitation.”

  My jaw clenches, but I don’t betray Jax’s secret.

  “I’ve seen the way he looks at you,” Zak continues. “He’s going to fall in love with you. Hell, he’s probably already there. And when it’s time to go against Dad in order to keep you, he absolutely will, Dante. I have no doubt.”

  I hate that his words have hope swirling in with the despair I’d felt only moments before.

  “You think you know everything, kid, don’t you?”

  He gives a smug, one-shouldered shrug. “I know a lot more than you think.”

  “Does Callan know you want him?”

  His confidence melts away as horror flashes in his eyes. “W-What? No.”

  “Let me give you some advice,” I say with a sad sigh. “Hooking up with the only gay guy you know when you finally realize you’re not into chicks is a bad idea. It’ll end badly. You’re eighteen. Chances are, you’ll date a helluva lot more men before you settle on the one. Callan needs this friendship a lot more than he needs a fuck buddy.”

  Zak’s face burns crimson. “I don’t want to mess up our friendship. He’s one of the few people who understands me.”

  “Then don’t fuck it up with sex.”

  His body deflates at my words, but he gives me a nod. “Yeah, you’re right.”

  “You’re a good guy, Zak. One day, you’ll find the right person to explore that side of yourself. It’ll be worth the wait.”

  “I hope so.”

  “I know so.”

  Jaxson

  I can’t believe I’m doing this.

  I love Cato, but goddamn does he make me crazy sometimes.