Chapter Fourteen - nyaft
“It’s complicated,” Terry said.
“Fuck you and your complication, Terry!”
Chapter Thirteen - nyaft
“Did he look like he got a tan to you? And maybe he’d lost some weight and added muscles in all the right places?” Terry asked.
“I didn’t notice,” Morgan mumbled, avoiding his eyes. “But I’ll pay attention when he gets back.”
Chapter Six
"Mæ̀." He moved over to Kalya, brushing her black silk locks from her face and kissing her on the cheek. "I appreciate you cooking for me, but what are you doing here?"
"It's no problem, dear." Kalya turned her almond-brown gaze to his. "You look tired." She cupped one of his cheeks. "You're working too much. The holidays are coming up, maybe you should take some time off."
"Maybe." He took her hand, kissing the back of it. "I can't take time off right now. My team is working on an important case. You know what it's like."
Kalya sighed. "I do."
Chapter Twelve - nyaft
Terry slammed the car door, the sound sharp in the quiet air, and waited for Noir to get in. He’d used one of his aliases to rent a car so he could move around more easily. Now that he was mostly healed, he wanted to return to headquarters and deal with the Korinthian family. But as it stood, he still hadn’t heard from his handler, leaving him with no choice but to sit still and do nothing. Hiding out at Riley’s had seemed like the perfect plan, but he hadn’t expected Riley to up and leave town with no way for Terry to track him, and that pissed him off. Still, he was certain the omega wasn’t in danger for a couple of reasons.
The main reason was that Creed Makami, Riley's best friend and business partner, would have stormed the RV and torn it apart looking for Riley. That realization also told Terry that Creed knew where Riley was, and one quick phone call would confirm his suspicion. But he didn’t want Winter or Creed finding out he was in town, since it would only complicate things further.
Chapter FIVE
Silver paid the driver then exited the cab not far from his house. He decided to stop by the store on his way home to get a few things he needed for dinner. He was in a good mood and unable to hide it. His mother's benefits had kicked in, and they were getting better care with a nurse that visited four times a week. The kids were doing better, and their home was filled with laughter once again. Silver was in such a good mood that he decorated the house and even dressed for Halloween and passed out candy to the trick-or-treaters who stopped by.
Getting the things he needed, Silver started his walk home, not minding the cold and scent of snow in the air one bit. Things might be looking up, but Silver wasn't fooled into thinking things were perfect. They still had hospital bills to deal with, and his mom's health could turn at any minute. Until then, Silver was going to bask in the happiness and prepare for his future and college that started after the holidays. He still had one year to complete before he could take the MCATs and start medical school.
Chapter Eleven - nyaft
Morgan nodded and helped the other man to his feet. They stood there still, holding hands, staring at each other chest to chest, even though Morgan was the taller of the two. Because of their altercation a few minutes ago, Morgan couldn’t feel the pull, but standing so close to the man, he could now. While Riley was gorgeous and gave off the all-American boy-next-door vibe, Terry had a classic bad boy who deserved spankings and pampering, which was the only thing his two mates had in common. Terry did not look like the typical alpha, and Morgan mentally shook his head. He had two mates who were unlike what he was expecting, and he wondered if fate was teaching him a lesson.
Chapter Ten - nyaft
"Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m a friend of Riley’s,” Morgan said, his voice low and edged with steel. “The question is, who the hell are you?”
Chapter four
Since calling William, he'd had a client every night for the past few weeks. For the first time in months, he felt as if he could breathe. Silver had been able to pay off a couple of bills, keep a roof over their heads, fill their cupboards and fridge with food, and get the kids and himself new clothes as well as new cellphones for them to contact him in case of an emergency.
They weren't completely out of the woods yet. Silver figured that he needed to work at Perfect Dates for a bit longer to get them out of the red and live more comfortably. Plus, he planned on going back to school to get his degree. He wasn't sure when it would happen, but it was on his list to complete. Silver unbuttoned his jacket, sat on a barstool, then ordered a drink.
Chapter Three
Layland took off his jacket, dropping it over the back of his chair before sitting down as he listened to his assistant, Flora, go over his schedule for the day. It sounded as if he was going to be in meetings for the entire day. It was rare that he got to go out on missions with his guys. Since he was in charge of the Boston Bureau office, he had a lot on his plate.
Currently, his guys were working on a case that bothered him. Layland enjoyed his job. Putting people who did terrible things behind bars was a pleasure, but there were some he'd love to do worse than putting them into jail. People like the Mickelbergs, a couple who was a part of a black-market trafficking group: buying and selling beautiful men and women to foreign countries that were out of their reach. While the Mickelbergs were small changes on a long list of subjects, they were predators.
Chapter One
Layland walked down the supermarket aisle trying to figure out what to buy. He was going to Tucker and Lucas's home for dinner.
Since they got married three years earlier, Tucker and Lucas have been trying to get everyone in their world hitched and saddled with kids. It was as if they were working their way through the FBI. First, it was Erich Meadows who got married to Lucas's former assistant, Mathew Shaw, then Terry Anderson, who married one of their co-workers, Micheal Zong. The list was getting longer as the years went by and Layland appeared to be the odd man out, the one they were still having a hard time finding a match for.
Chapter Nine - nyaft
"But there is something I want you to help me with," Riley added.
"What?" Tate asked, mid-chew.
"Sperm."
Chapter Twelve - TL
"Do you want your dad to kick me out of bed?" He scooped her into his arms, kissing her cheek as she giggled. "No spear. Think of something else while I’m away, and if I can find it, I’ll get it for you. How’s that?"
She sighed dramatically, clearly unimpressed with his compromise. "Okay, I guess," she mumbled. "But I really want a spear."
Leo had no doubt she meant every word.
It had been six weeks since he and Jason got hitched. The only ones who knew were Talos and the kids, who had been so ecstatic they refused to leave his side. Leo had taken a full week off just to spend time with them, a decision that had apparently shocked the staff, according to Talos.
In the weeks since their marriage, he had learned a few things. The twins had Jason wrapped around their little fingers, but Jason was also a good father, one who knew when to discipline and when to let things slide. Leo had also come to realize that, despite being inseparable, the more time he spent with them separately, the more their unique personalities shone through.
One thing was certain: Xander was fiercely protective of Sera. Together, they were downright mischievous, and every day felt like the start of a new prank war. Like the other morning when Leo had stumbled out of bed, still half-asleep, and walked straight into a Saran-wrapped doorway. That had definitely been Xander’s idea. Or the night Jason had to work late, and the kids filled the bathtub with soap, creating a mountain of bubbles that flooded the entire bathroom. That one had Sera’s name all over it. Leo had barely managed to call a clean-up crew in time before Jason got home.
Chapter Eleven - TL
"You enjoy being tortured, I see," Leo whispered against his skin, moving to the other nipple, torturing it far more and longer than he did the other.
Jason twitched, thighs clenching, his entire body tightening beneath him. "Please, Husband, no more," he gasped, his voice breaking, utterly wrecked.
Leo pulled back, meeting his gaze, hungry, commanding, unwavering. "Don’t ever forget it again."
Jason didn't speak. Didn’t dare. His lips parted, his gaze glassy with need, body taut, breath ragged. And then he surrendered, surging up and crushing their lips together in another searing kiss, shattering whatever was left of Leo’s restraint.
Chapter Ten - TL
Maybe that was why his family had treated him like he was defective.
A disappointment.
Despite everything, Jason had always pushed forward. He had tried to stay positive, to carve out a place for himself in a world that had already decided he was less-than. He had spent his entire life proving himself, throwing everything into his career, into building a future for his kids. He showered them with love, encouraged their creativity no matter how insane it sounded to him. Maybe he was overcompensating, but he wanted to make sure they never felt the way he had growing up.
And getting married and finding a mate was never part of the plan.
But now he was married.
Not just to anyone, but to Leonidas Devereux. A tycoon. An exceptional man who could one day break Jason’s heart when he found an omega who fit him better than Jason ever could.
Maybe that was why their vows had been so simple. No elaborate declarations. No grand gestures.
Just words spoken with quiet certainty.
Yet…
Chapter Nine - TL
"Leo and I have something to tell you both," Jason said, looking at Sera and Xander.
He and Leo had talked about it, but he felt the kids deserved to know what was happening. This was a major moment in their lives, and they had a right to be included.
"We’re getting married," Leo announced before Jason could even finish gathering his thoughts.
Chapter Eight - TL
Leo’s gaze flicked toward the kitchen, where Jason stood with his back turned, focused on preparing dinner. He moved with effortless grace, his lean, toned body shifting fluidly with each motion. He had the kind of swimmer’s build Leo liked. Not too much muscle, not too little, just enough to feel solid beneath his hands.
The thought stirred something at the back of Leo’s mind. A flicker of memory. The press of warm skin. The sound of breathy moans. A body writhing beneath him, nails dragging down his back, pleading for more.
Yeah, definitely my type, Leo thought, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to shake off the erotic thoughts creeping in about the twins’ father.
"Papa, watching it?" Sera’s small voice pulled him from his thoughts.
"Yes," he answered automatically, not even bothering to correct her. He had given up trying. Both she and Xander were dead set on making him their father, and strangely, the idea didn’t scare him as much as it probably should have.
Chapter Seven - TL
"Marry me."
Jason’s brain short-circuited. His ears started ringing.
"I must have heard that wrong. Say that again?"
"I said marry me. I’m being serious." His tone was casual, like he was discussing the weather. "It will be for one year. I’ll pay you five million and give you a home in any district you choose."
Jason blinked at him.
What. The. Flying. Fuck.
He stared at the man, completely stunned, genuinely wondering if something was wrong with him. Who offers marriage and millions to a complete stranger?
Is this guy crazy? Does he not realize this is real life and not some reality show where people get married in 2.2 seconds after meeting? Wait. Am I on a reality show and don’t know it?
Chapter Six - TL
"Have you found the guy from six years ago?" he asked.
Another unanswered mystery lingering in his life.
"No. Honestly, sir, it’s like he dropped off the face of the planet."
Leo narrowed his eyes, clearly unconvinced. "In a time when everything is online, you’re telling me you still can’t find one person? Should I start looking for a new special assistant?"
"Try it," Talos said, without an ounce of fear. "No one else can handle your demanding ass."
Leo shot him a look. "You're real mouthy today."
Chapter Five - TL
Yeah, he had been attracted to the guy at first sight. Who wouldn’t be?
The man was tall, with ink-black hair and blue eyes as clear as the sea, a sexy beard that Jason could easily imagine running his fingers through on a lazy Sunday while resting his head against that broad, muscular chest. Jason hated to admit it, but even while he was tearing into him, his eyes had been drinking him in, standing there effortlessly composed in an expensive suit that probably cost two of Jason’s paychecks.
They would never fit.
Fuck, what the hell am I thinking? He and I will never meet again.
The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open to his floor. Jason shoved the man from his thoughts...for now.
