Chapter 58
“I agree.” TJ pinched his nose. Being divided on the two fronts were just about more than he could handle. “I’ve got a new problem here.”
“What’s that?”
“Donovan witnessed a murder and testified against the killer. Seems that guy escaped prison yesterday.”
“Fucking hell.”
“You said it.” TJ glanced in the direction of the hallway. “I can watch over Donovan, but we’re weak on this side when it comes to searching for the hunter. The Filberts are doing the best they can, but they’re elderly and not as mobile as they used to be.”
“I’ll see if anyone else can be spared to send your way. Any word from Jonah?”
“Nothing.” TJ hated the silence.
“That bothers me.” Rigby’s words spoke of grave concern.
“Me, too.”
“You need help with your situation, you just holler.”
“I’ve got Donovan’s issue under control. I’ll keep in touch if I hear or catch any clues about the hunter.”
“Good enough.” Rigby hung up.
Maybe we should stay here instead of my cabin. Hell’s bells.It was like being between a rock and a hard place. Bullets could fly from either direction. One after shifters, the other with a personal vendetta against Donovan. When it all boiled down, TJ felt more comfortable at home. His land. His wilderness. He knew every nook and cranny of the place. If trouble came, he’d see it coming.
With the decision, TJ turned his attention to the rest of Donovan’s house, catching sight of the rat laying on the floor. He walked into the kitchen, pulled off a paper towel, and used that to pick up the nasty thing and carry it straight to the trash. Maybe a little overboard, but he wouldn’t put anything past a maniac, even dousing the toy in some toxic substance. He pulled out the half empty trash bag, tied the top, and marched it out the large bin out front. Task complete, he returned to the house.
Donovan met him in the front room, suitcases in hand. He was dressed in casual khaki shorts and a loose light blue shirt. Seemingly, the preferred colors of the job.
Damn, he can make wearing a muumuu sexy.
Donovan arched an eyebrow. “I thought we were going to work. However, if you want to take time for a lick and a tickle, I’m up for it.”
TJ groaned and rolled his eyes. “Don’t tempt me.”
Donovan’s grin turned wicked. “I’m thinking a little lick just might be the thing to get you in a better mood for the rest of your day.” Without preamble, he lowered to his knees, reached for TJ’s pants, and slowly undid the zipper. All the while, he rubbed the area with his palm. “Nice.”
TJ’s breath caught. He couldn’t speak as Donovan lowered the pants further, exposing his hard shaft.
“Very nice.” Donovan grinned up at him as he wrapped his fingers around TJ’s cock and gently strummed. He lifted and leaned in, running his tongue over the mushroom head and over the slit.
TJ’s pulse doubled as his dick jumped in excitement. He forced himself to breathe and remain upright, too. Lightly, he cupped the back of Donovan’s head, gently encouraging him to stop teasing and take more.
Donovan tilted his head, licked down the underside of TJ’s shaft before returning to swirl around the tip. He glanced up and met TJ’s gaze, a playful, teasing expression on his face.
“Suck me off this morning. I’ll let you fuck me next time.”
Donovan’s eyes widened. He maintained his hold on TJ’s cock, but pulled back just enough to speak. “As in…?”
TJ couldn’t believe the words flew past his lips. Still, just the idea increased his arousal tenfold. Deep down, he wanted to share something special with Donovan. To give him something TJ had never given anyone before. The idea caught hold and stuck, feeling right. “Top me. Next time we’re together, you take me. Whichever way you want.”
A second passed before Donovan flicked his tongue over the sensitive head. “You ever bottom before?”
TJ groaned at the tender caresses which set off small cherry bombs in his blood. “No.” He’d never been tempted before. Until this moment.
Donovan grinned wickedly. “You’re in for a treat.”
“Right now, or then?”
“Both.” With a quick smile, Donovan engulfed the tip of TJ’s cock. He swished his tongue and began to suck.
TJ nearly stumbled. He reached forward and latched onto the nearby chair for support. “Holy shit.” His muscles tightened as the pleasure increased. A stray grunt escaped between the rapid panting for air.
Time lost meaning as TJ fell into a sexual stupor. He looked down, saw his shaft disappear inside Donovan’s mouth, and groaned. It was one of the sexiest sights he’d ever seen.