Gavin didn’t need the reminder. “Great. So I’m supposed to go to a party with you. Undercover, right?”
Aidan nodded. “Jack’s orders.”
Undercover as sexual partners. The thought brought back the reality that he hadn’t had a lover in months.
“The guy who we think has the book is into kink. He likes to throw wild parties, where everyone participates. We’ll need to look real. My expertise is being in charge. You’ll be my sub, and I’ll be your Master.” Aidan looked at him without amusement, and Gavin swallowed hard. “I don’t have to read your mind to know you’re hot for me. Not when your body is so obvious about what it needs.”
“Bull. It’s been a while is all.” A less embarrassing truth than that he felt attraction for Aidan.
Aidan shook his head. “I thought Jack was out of his fucking mind. But I think this might work. You followed the book’s trail to Fort Collins. I found and tracked down the woman who bought it for Carl Kerr, a crime lord with his fingers in Portland’s pockets. He’s hosting a party this coming Saturday in Mendocino to meet new friends and expand his criminal empire. From what I’ve gathered, a book that matches the Chronicle’s description will be there, and we’ll get to see if it’s the genuine deal.”
“I get that. But why this crap about sex games? Why don’t you just go steal the thing if you know it’ll be there?”
“Kerr is smart and has a lot of muscle. I’m all for kicking down the door, but even Jack agreed we should do this as quietly as possible. So our best bet is to buy our way in. Kerr likes orgies, dungeons, discipline sessions… And he’s into men who look like you. Pretty, vulnerable.” Aidan settled more of his weight over Gavin. “Men who get off playing bondage games.”
Gavin swallowed hard. This wasn’t happening. “Not that I’m admitting I’m into any of that, because I’m not, but you said I’m Kerr’s type. So I’m going to be bait?”
“More like a distraction. Jack’s building us a cover. We go in, you distract Kerr while I nab the book. Once we verify it’s what we want, we take off with it. Or not. If it’s not the book we’re after, we leave, no harm, no foul. A lot of heavies will be there, so we don’t want to screw with anyone if we don’t have to. No sense in bringing trouble to our door.”
Especially not with Uncle Sam still keeping an eye on them. Gavin knew of at least two federal agents who kept an eye on the PowerUp! gym, making sure the psychics working there didn’t go crazy and burn down the town. It still boggled Gavin’s mind that burning down the town—literally—was a possibility with the guys he worked with.
He shook his head and tried again to clarify what sounded like a stupid plan. “But it’s okay to make an enemy of Kerr if he stole the book? If he’s as dangerous as you seem to think he is, he won’t be real forgiving when the book disappears at the same time we do. And I’m not big on being anyone’s distraction.” Yet he realized this might be the only way to prove to Jack and the team he could do the job.
“Don’t worry. When I say distraction, I mean Kerr will be so into watching the way you respond to me, he’ll be all over himself trying to figure out a way to buy some playtime.”
“Buy me?” Gavin didn’t know whether to be insulted or flattered.
“Bribes, money, something. The guy has a habit of trading lovers for favors. And no price is too high to meet his needs.”
“This isn’t making me feel any better.”
“Don’t worry. If Kerr has the book, and I’m ninety-nine percent sure he does, I’ll deal with him.”
“Yeah? How?”
“You leave that to me.”
The grim expression on his face made Gavin shiver. Aidan wasn’t someone he wanted to cross. He wondered if the rumors about the telepath being able to manipulate minds had some merit. “So, uh, you’re not going to read my mind anymore, right?” Could he trust the bastard to keep his word?
“I’ll try not to. You broadcast particularly loud. Didn’t you pay attention to the classes about shielding yourself?”
“That was over three years ago.” Back when the PWP had been shoving physical training, self-defense, and weapons classes down his throat in between gene-altering drug therapy.
“So the answer is no, then.” Aidan shifted over him, rubbing against Gavin’s erection that refused to quit.
“Would you get the hell off me? I haven’t agreed to partner you in anything.”
“But you will. Because if you don’t, this op won’t work. I can’t take Ian. He’s too smug, and let’s face it, too beautiful.”
“Oh, but I’m not?”
“No. You’re handsome in a clean-cut, all-American kind of way. Boy-next-door good looks. And a big cock. That’s a plus.” Aidan grinned again, stunning Gavin at how attractive it made him. “And thank you.”
Gavin started. “Huh?”
“I consider myself attractive, but it’s nice to hear it from you. That will help our partnership.”
“Damn it. Get out of my head.”
“Make me.” Aidan finally moved back and planted himself on Gavin’s thighs. “Do you want to be a field agent or not? Your choice. The way I see it, Jack’s giving you a shot to make up for insubordination. You took a case you weren’t assigned, and then you screwed it up.” Aidan stared down at him. “He doesn’t give a lot of second chances.”
Gavin knew that. As much as he didn’t want to work with Aidan, he would. To make things right, to gain some respect, and hell, to have the street cred he’d been dying for.
“Fine. But this is for the op. You help me; I help you. And that’s it.”
Aidan nodded.
“Attraction is physical. It doesn’t mean I like you.”
Aidan nodded again, but the laughter in his eyes bothered Gavin.
“Fuck off.”
“I will.” Aidan’s grin left him, and a hardness darkened his gaze. “Now it’s time to see what you’re made of. I know I can do this, but can you?”
“I can do whatever’s needed to get the job done.” And he would.
“Prove it. Unbutton your jeans and take yourself out. Display yourself for me. I guarantee when we’re there, you’ll be naked as often as you’re clothed.”
Gavin didn’t know about that. Some part of him still wondered if Aidan’s visit wasn’t just a ruse. Because every time Aidan brought up another test Gavin would need to overcome, he tapped deeper into Gavin’s fantasies. Bondage, submission, exhibition…
“Did you not hear what I said?”
“Okay, okay.” Gavin wished he didn’t feel so embarrassed. He had a nice body, and he’d never had a problem watching other people in clubs. But Aidan made it so much more personal. He tried hard to block the man from his mind as he freed himself from his constricting jeans.
“Nice. You’re big and thick.” Aidan’s hand wrapped around him, and Gavin couldn’t stifle a groan. “And wet.” Aidan’s thumb slid over his wet cockhead. He took his hand away and sucked his thumb.
Gavin had a hard time breathing, his gaze fixed to Aidan’s lips. His desire for Aidan’s mouth around him must have been evident, because Aidan sucked harder.
Aidan pulled his thumb out and stared at it. “Glossy. I like seeing my spit on a fat cock. Watching as it leaves my mouth, all wet and shiny.”
Gavin’s breath came faster.
“But if you want me to suck you off, you have to earn it. You have to please your Master.”
“I don’t know about this.” But Gavin knew. He didn’t want to, but he knew.
“And no lying. Tell the truth, boy. What do you want to do right now?”
Gavin fought against it but, knowing Aidan could read him easily if he wanted to, settled part of his qualms about sharing. He probably already had.