Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 121083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
‘Are they in the cabin or did they leave?’ Simple, clear and to the point.
‘They’re still inside.’ Equally clear.
‘Did you see who arrived?’ Austin asked.
‘One man. Kelly opened the door, let him in. That’s all we got.’
‘Any visual on what’s going on inside the house?’ It was all Austin asked when he really wanted to know how the guy was greeted, what he looked like, and did anything personal happen in the way Kitt answered the door.
‘No, not from any angle.’
‘Me either, sir.’ Good, more than one set of eyes locked on the house.
‘Can you run the plates?’ The binoculars returned to Austin’s eyes before the message was sent. The car was new, nice, specially made. It had to have come from Dallas, maybe Houston, but probably Dallas. They were flashy kind of people up there.
‘Already on it.’
‘Let me know when you find out anything.’ Austin’s message ended the texting session.
Surprisingly, two hours passed as Austin stayed there, binoculars trained on the house. No real movement, nothing changed inside, but he planted himself there until he got word on the driver. His gut told him Kitt wouldn’t sell him out. If for no other reason than the sheer fact Austin would bury him in legal trouble deeper than anything he could dig his way out of if he so much as breathed one word to the wrong person. Their contract was iron clad tight. Certainly, the educated hot cowboy wasn’t that dumb.
Austin’s phone beeped, alerting him of an incoming text message. It simply read: ‘The car is registered to Sean Romero. Address 211 Cedar Springs Rd, Dallas Texas. Age 35. Senior Vice President of Global Market Share, a brokerage firm. Positive ID.’ Sean’s picture came through and damn it if Fisker wasn’t a good looking guy. The photo looked to be from some sort of a badge, a professional shot. The guy wore a cocky grin and tailored looking suit. Austin conceded he’d be attracted to Fisker himself if they crossed paths. Could this be Kitt’s boyfriend?
The next text broke his train of thought. ‘The background report isn’t complete, but so far we aren’t tying him to surveillance or the press.’
‘No connection to those two motherfuckers who follow me everywhere?’
‘Not so far.’
‘Alright, nothing’s going on here. I’m going back to the house. Call me if anything happens. Anything! Send whatever pictures you have in the morning. I want him recorded leaving that house.’ Austin stood, but stayed low as he ran back to the four-wheeler. He drove slowly back to the barn, turning on the lights only once he’d made it about half way back. Too many years had passed since he’d been to Dallas, and he’d only lived there for a few months before moving to New York. The name Cedar Springs rang familiar with him, but he couldn’t place it no matter how hard he racked his brain.
Austin parked and silently made his way back inside his house. He flipped on the lights as he went. Did he seriously have the good fortune of living next door to a hot, young gay man? It was one thing to fantasize that a pair of underwear gave some sort of clue, but did Kitt’s lover really just come to his house? Austin grabbed his phone and laptop and kicked back on his brand new leather sofa and waited to hear from security.
Chapter 5
Kitt Kelly nestled between his parted thighs was a glorious sight. That golden dark head of hair bobbed up and down…damn it, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off Kitt’s lips. A moan escaped Austin’s throat in a primal sound. He felt wild and free as Kitt sucked him. Austin finally leaned back on the sofa, all the while keeping his eyes trained on Kitt’s mouth.
He ran his fingers through the silken strand of Kitt’s hair and watched the gold and blond filter through his hand. Austin groaned, frantically guiding Kitt back and forth as he thrust his hips deeper into the furthest depths of Kitt’s mouth and throat. Kitt couldn’t seem to get enough of him. He begged for Austin’s taste, deep throating him every single time.
The shrill ring of his phone jerked Austin awake. He looked down at his hands and around his living room. Kitt was nowhere around. His cock throbbed as he realized how close he’d been to coming all over himself. “Damn it!”
SportCenter still played on the television; the volume turned down low. The phone sounded off again, alerting him of an incoming text. Ignoring his dick, he picked up the phone, and with a slide of his finger, pulled up the message. It was four o’clock in the morning, and his team had just sent the surveillance information to his personal email.
His hard-on stayed firm, irritatingly jutting straight out of the athletic shorts, begging him to finish the job. Instead, he pulled the laptop off the coffee table as he rose back to a sitting position on the sofa. It only took a minute to bring up his private email and open the message Sam sent. Nothing but a slideshow of photos filled the message. There was a total of five photos. Austin didn’t hesitate to open them. His body’s instant reaction to the first image caused him to involuntarily thrust his hips forward. His heart lurched in his chest and his breath hitched. His cock already throbbed painfully. He grabbed it and squeezed tightly as he felt the deep need to climax right then and there.
The very first picture showed Kitt coming through the front door of his log cabin wrapping a robe around his body. The camera angled perfectly in this one shot, making it obvious Kitt wore nothing underneath the robe. Austin got a full frontal view of his perfect body, and dear Lord, the guy didn’t disappoint. Kitt was hung, actually even bigger than Austin remembered.
Austin kept the photo open and moved on to the other images. In the next one, the robe wrapped fully around Kitt, with no belt, only his hand held it closed. Kitt looked to be hurrying. He carried something small in his hand. The shot was too far out to see exactly what he held. Austin opened the third photo with Kitt jogging barefoot out to the Fisker where a man was just sliding inside the car. Kitt handed the object over as the guy sat inside the car. In the next picture, the man looked to be trying to pull Kitt down by the arm. His lips puckered for a kiss, but Kitt’s eyes were up and looking out. The last photo captured Kitt’s lips on Fisker’s. It was dark outside, and based on the time in the message, the entire scene had literally just played out only minutes ago.