Defiance (The Protectors #9)(14)
Chandler Wilder was the epitome of right-winged conservatism, and it wasn’t unusual for that faction to have some fanatics mixed in. From everything I’d seen, Chandler had stayed out of the public eye in recent months after lambasting his oldest son for his unexpected and uncharacteristic change in party loyalty. The deluded man had gone on to spout a bunch of scripture shit to whoever would listen about the devil luring his child away from the side of the good and righteous. So it wasn’t unreasonable to think that someone loyal to the senior Wilder would take it upon themselves to get vengeance for dear old dad. Hell, Chandler could even be pulling the strings…wouldn’t be the first time I’d seen blood turn on blood.
I let my thoughts drift to the man I’d seen attacking Nathan, hoping some small detail in my mind would stand out. I hadn’t seen much through the window once the pair had hit the floor, but as I’d raised my gun to shoot out the glass, I’d seen Nathan say something to his attacker as he’d stood against the wall, blood dripping from his hand and the bruise on his jaw already forming.
He’d looked pissed, not scared.
I’d admired that.
Not that I’d ever admit that to him.
I’d seen pictures of Nathan during my research, but they hadn’t done him justice. Maybe because they’d all been props. Perfect hair, bright smile, tailored suit…empty eyes. But tonight, he’d looked…human.
Not to mention the vulnerability I’d seen and heard whenever he mentioned his brother…
I realized my mistake as my dick began to harden again. My plan had been to try and ferret out useful information that would help me be rid of Nathan Wilder sooner rather than later, but my cock was only interested in the memory of Nathan’s hard body beneath mine…his smell…his ticked up breathing that could have been from fear…or something else.
I ignored my dick and quickly washed my hair with the little bottle of shampoo the motel provided, but this time there was no settling it. I leaned back against the wall and began stroking myself eagerly, this time calling up a different image of David…one from a particularly raunchy encounter we’d had in the dirty bathroom of a nightclub we’d visited in Germany while on leave. But the image wouldn’t stick.
“No,” I muttered as Nathan’s smell tickled my nose and his thick fingers teased my cock before wrapping around it. I willed my brain to go back to David, but like my dick, it refused to listen and before I knew it, I was eagerly thrusting into Nathan’s hand. Then it was his ass gripping my flesh in unbearable heat and pressure. It felt too good to ignore, so I pressed on.
Full steam ahead.
I fucked him hard and fast, and I drank down his throaty moans as he pushed his ass back to meet every powerful thrust. Lust shimmered in my belly and my balls drew up tight when he began whimpering my name and begging for more.
Harder.
Faster.
Deeper.
I gave him everything he wanted. And when I leaned over him and bit down on his shoulder right after ordering him to come, he did.
So did I.
With my release deep inside of him, bathing my cock in its own juices, I continued to pound him. It was only when I opened my eyes to look down at his beautiful ass still holding me in the tightest, hottest grip I’d ever known, that I realized it was my own hand wrapped around my too-sensitive flesh. Horror gripped me as I grappled with how real the fantasy had been.
No fucking way.
I released my dick and stuck my hand under the water to get rid of the ropes and ropes of cum I’d spewed on myself.
And the wall.
Disgust tore through me as I angled the shower head to clean off the wall, and then I quickly rinsed. And as I dried off and pulled on just my briefs, pants, and nothing else, I kept hoping Nathan wouldn’t be waiting for me once I got out of the bathroom.
But luck just wasn’t on my side tonight.
Chapter 5
Nathan
I jerked awake at the sound of the bathroom door opening and quickly straightened against the headboard, though I wasn’t sure why I didn’t want Vincent to know I’d dozed off. I was surprised I’d managed to drift off myself, considering how on edge I’d been the second Vincent had gone into the bathroom. I’d sat and stared at the gun for a while before I’d forced myself to pick it up and go to the door to double-check it was locked. I’d then quickly changed into a pair of sweats and a T-shirt before crawling onto the bed and turning on the television in the hopes that it would serve as a distraction. Without my phone, I had no way of checking the news to see if my neighbor hadn’t bought my story about the broken window and called the cops or the press. Mr. Deville had once complained about reporters waiting outside my house at all hours of the day, so I had to hope that fact would have kept him from calling anyone about what had happened tonight.
I’d put the TV on a 24-hour news program, but there’d been no mention of anything. Of course, it wasn’t like a broken window at my house would make national news, but if the cops had shown up and found the place riddled with bullets and me missing, that sure as hell would have been breaking news. I’d thought about using the motel room phone to call Preston, but the fear of the call somehow being tracked, not to mention I had no clue how to explain to Preston what had happened, had kept me from reaching for it.