Livingston by J M Dabney

Author:J M Dabney [Dabney, J M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hostile Whispers Press, LLC
Published: 2018-03-05T18:30:00+00:00

Thirteen

Death is the Best Bait

A panic attack made itself known as Livingston tightened the bulletproof vest. They’d gone over the plan a hundred times, and still, he wasn’t confident in it. Blood packs were taped to the vest with small charges to explode by remote. Pure tried to appear reassuring, but the maniacal glimmer in the man’s navy-blue eyes made him nervous. He didn’t put it past the crazy man just to hit him with one rubber bullet. They kept telling him death was the best bait in situations like this.

“You have to breathe, baby.”

He closed his eyes to focus on the gruffness of Livingston’s voice. It was the same tone Livingston used last night as he pushed him closer to the edge. Brought the memory of the first burn of Livingston’s fingers as he prepared him. He savored the fullness, the pleasure, and even the pain. His ass and cheeks were still sore from Livingston fucking and spanking him.

Every time he’d sat down the discomfort brought him back, and he didn’t want to be there. He wanted to go home. Curl up on Livingston’s lap and let his Daddy take care of him. Instead, Livingston was going to walk him across the street, and Pure was going to shoot him with a rubber bullet.

“Why am I doing this?” he asked.

“Baby, you’re going to be fine. Pure is the best sniper in the country. We’ve had our best on this, and this fucker isn’t leaving so much as a digital fingerprint on anything. Drawing him out is our only option. He needs to get sloppy and the very beautiful object of his obsession being dead or hurt is a way to do that.”

“I know that, but what if Pure misses, it’s going to hurt.”

“I’ll reward you for being a good boy.”

“Really, what will I get?” he asked as the scarred side of Livingston’s mouth pulled into a smirk.

“What does my boy want?”

“Anything?”

“Within reason, remember it’s at my discretion.”

“Do I have to answer now?”

What he wanted he knew he couldn’t have. Staying there with Livingston to try for something permanent wasn’t possible. Livingston made it clear that when they drew the stalker out that he’d let him go.

“I won’t push on this one.”

He nodded his thanks and Livingston helped him into his t-shirt. He shivered as Livingston’s big hands smoothed over his stomach, then settled on his hips.

Pure peeked into the room. “I’m going to get in position. Five minutes.” The big man practically skipped out of the room.

He shook his head as Pure disappeared. “Is it just me or is he way too happy about this?”

“Maybe a little. He gets to play with his big gun and not his little one for a change.”

He giggled and dropped his gaze. When he’d met Pure, he’d assumed the man was the normal one. That wasn’t the case. Raul stepped into the room, and there was the reason he thought Pure was odd. Even though Pure appeared normal to anyone who looked at him, the man was hopelessly in love.

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