Chapter Two
Terry groaned as he sat up, hoping the pain in his side had eased up while he had been napping. He had gotten injured on his last undercover operation. He was trying to take down the Korinthian family. He had been working that case for four and a half years to take down the Korinthian family, and he had to make a quick getaway since someone had blown his cover. But in the process of escaping, he'd gotten shot in the leg and spent the past couple of weeks in hiding. Terry wasn't sure who ratted him out, but he had to lay low for a bit until he found out.
Truthfully, he understood Riley's anger. The last couple of times they saw each other, Terry refused to be in the same room with the handsome omega. But Terry had his reasons, the same ones he had even now. He didn't believe in the fairy tale thing called love. That was for his friend Winter, who had found his mate who had two point five kids.
Terry might have been out of town for the past five years, but he had secretly kept tabs on his friend, family, and Riley for some odd reason. Truthfully, he had expected the man to move on and find someone to be with, but he'd remained single the whole time.
“Say something, dammit,” Riley growled, pulling Terry from his thoughts.
“Why haven't you found a lover?” Terry asked.
Riley glared at Terry as if he'd ask the stupidest question. Admittedly, it might not have been the right time, but Terry was truly curious. From everything he knew about the ex-navy seal, the man was a romantic and believed in all that love stuff. Terry was down for a good fucking, and unlike most alpha, he enjoyed having a thick long cock pounding hard and deep inside of him. He won't deny that he didn't give as good as he got, but he never ascribed to the whole alpha and omega thing. Hell, he'd been fucked pretty well by omegas who wanted to know what it was like to fuck an alpha.
He won't deny that he didn't give as good as he got, but he never ascribed to the whole alpha and omega thing. Hell, he'd been fucked pretty well by omegas who wanted to know what it was like to fuck an alpha. Terry knew that his friends and family thought him weird that he didn't put too much stock in whether his bed partners were, alphas, betas, or omegas, but he found he wasn't the only one. There were many people around the world who thought like him and were simply looking for someone or someone to be their perfect companion.
Terry knew of others who had more than one mate and were perfectly content with sharing, but Terry wasn't sure if he could. But he also didn't see himself committing to one bed mate or lover. Although it had been a long time since he'd been with one, and he'd never had a threesome but he couldn't stop his thoughts from wondering what it would be like to be fucked by a big strong alpha while he was plowing into a sweet petite omega crying out his name.
Terry secretly allowed his eyes to trail up and down Riley's shirtless chest, taking in every new and old tattoo before stopping at his crotch. Although he was wearing pants, there was no way he could hide his sizable bulge, and he wasn't even erect. His cock wasn't the only big thing. Terry was a handsome man, perhaps an inch shorter than him, with thick, taut muscles and the most beautiful chocolate-brown eyes that complemented his caramel-rich skin tone.
Nope, he's definitely not petite. Sexy as hell but not the kind of omega he normally took to bed.
“You are fucking believable,” Riley snarled once again, pulling him back to the real world. “If I had a lover, how would I explain your presence to him? Oh, don't mind him. He's just some asshole who didn't want me,” he snarked.
“Look, I get you're angry—”
“Get the fuck out,” Riley said before Terry could finish.
“You don't want me to leave,” Terry said with confidence.
Riley scoffed. “Don't be so damn sure of yourself.”
“Your anger is justified, Riley. And even though my parents were married when I was born, I am a bastard, and you have every right to kick my ass out of here, but I can't leave just yet.”
“Why?” he asked, then tilted his head. “Don't tell me you're running from the fucking law?”
“I'm the damn law, so it's the other way around.” Terry sighed. “You don't have anything to worry about, though. No one, not even my handler, knows about you.”
“Surprise, surprise,” he said flatly. “I actually find that more insulting,” Riley sneered.
“You can't tell anyone I'm here either,” Terry added.
“Trust me, I didn't plan on it.”
They stared at each other, and the tense silence dragged between them until Terry spoke. “The beard and new hair color are new,” he said, hoping to lighten the mood. The last time he saw Riley, his hair had been cut short in a fade, but in the five years they had been apart, he'd grown it out and styled it in a faux mohawk with the tips dyed in a honey blonde. “I like it.”
“Fuck you,” Riley snapped and grabbed his towel, slinging it over his shoulder, and headed towards the bathroom.
Terry laid back down on the bed and looked up at the glossy panel ceiling, admitting that he hadn't made the best decision to show up on Riley's doorstep. Terry threw the covers back and slowly got out of bed, grabbing a pair of sweats he'd thrown to the side, then limped to the kitchen area of the RV. Grabbing a bottle of water, Terry took in the place, something he hadn't done when he'd climbed on board earlier.
It was top-of-the-line, with tiled floors, quartz countertops, oak cabinets, premium kitchen appliances, and a stainless-steel refrigerator. He knew there was a wide-screen television in the bedroom, but there was also one in the kitchen and living area with light gray leather captain chairs and a sofa big enough to lounge on and not feel cramped. There was a wide privacy window where he could see everything outside, but no one could see inside. Every room was filled with light, but there were blackout shades to hide from the sun.
Terry scoffed, leaning against the counter at it all. Suppose he's spending so much money renting something so luxurious why not buy the damn thing and travel the country. Or better build a damn house on the land he owns.
But Terry knew money wasn't an issue for Riley. In his investigation, he found out that Riley's family was fucking loaded. His mother was a district court judge, his father a CEO of a major oil company, and that didn't include the cousins who were lawyers and managers to the stars, and one was Terry's favorite singer, River Wilde, who it seemed had found his own happy ending a couple of years ago.
Fuck, why does it seem like everyone I like wants a damn happy ending?
Terry wasn't sure how he was so jaded about love. It wasn't as if his home life was terrible. He grew up in a loving home with a mother, father, and brother who doted on him as much as they did with each other. But Terry had to admit he had never fallen in love before and had never wanted to.
He looked up when the bathroom door opened, and Riley walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist and water droplets sticking to his muscular chest, leading to a lovely six-pack that Terry wouldn't mind running his tongue across. The man, indeed, was his type, but he knew Riley wasn't into versatility.
“You're still here,” Riley grunted.
“How long are you going to stay mad at me?”
“How long were you gone?” Riley said. “We're not friends, Terry. I know nothing about you, and you obviously don't want anything to do with me. I have no fucking clue why you thought coming here was a good idea.” Riley took a deep breath and then continued. “But I'll allow you to stay for one night because, unlike you, I'm not a heartless dick.”
“One week,” Terry said, hoping Riley would bend a little. He knew the man wasn't away from his injuries; although he wasn't wearing any bandages, his leg was still a bit sore, and he still needed a couple more days of rest before he went on the hunt to try and figure out what the fuck happened.
“This is not up for negotiation.” He turned and went into the bedroom, and Terry went and sat down on the couch, trying to figure out a way to convince Riley to let him stay a couple of days longer.
Fuck, he is really angry.
Twenty minutes later, Riley came out dressed to kill in all black and a wine leather jacket that stopped at his thigh, smelling and looking like an absolute fucking dish. Terry watched as the other man walked out of the door, not saying a word to Terry.
“Damn, this was not one of my better ideas.”
