In His Sights Page 29

  “I should have killed you when I had the chance last year.” The man’s words were enough to kick Noah from his catatonic state.

  “What the fuck?”

  “Really? That the best you have?” The ice in the man’s voice caused Noah to gain some control.

  It helped transform some of Noah’s shock into anger. “What are you doing here?”

  “Well, that’s an easy one to answer. I’m here to kill your boyfriend, and now I guess you, too.”

  There were so many things confusing with that sentence, Noah couldn’t figure out why he focused on the boyfriend part. But once he got over that, the mention of killing penetrated his brain. “What are you doing here?”

  “I think we covered that already.”

  What? Noah was still trying to make sense of the fact the man who had caused his downfall now stood in front of him, in Mason’s office, pointing a gun at his chest.

  “Now where did your fuck buddy head off to?”

  Noah wasn’t sure if the question was rhetorical, but he answered anyway. “He went to the third floor. To check out some files.” He hoped the lie would buy them some time. Help him come up with a plan.

  “That sounds about right. Too bad he won’t find anything. Place is on lockdown for the weekend. And by next week, everything he’s searching for will be destroyed.”

  Noah remained quiet, running scenarios in his head.

  “Now my question is, should we wait here for lover boy to come back, or should we head down and meet him?”

  Noah chose heading down. He needed to get this guy out of there before Mason came back. Noah wouldn’t allow this lunatic anywhere near Mason.

  “Think we’ll wait up here. Give us a little time to get comfy.”

  Fuck. If they stayed, Noah required a new plan, one where he kept the guy busy so he wouldn’t notice when Mason came back. He just hoped Mason spotted the guy before he walked into the office, putting him in the same position as Noah.

  “I don’t understand what’s going on. Why are you here?” Noah asked again.

  “I work here. Why wouldn’t I be here?”

  That wasn’t the answer Noah expected. “What are you doing here with a gun?”

  “Oh, that’s for Mason. He just wouldn’t let it go.”

  Noah assumed the guy, whose name Noah never asked when they fucked, meant the current case. About to ask him, the guy started talking again.

  “Even after everything that happened, he wouldn’t give up, so now I decided it was time to help him. More than I have in the past.”

  The last words were ominous, and had Noah wanting to know exactly what they meant. “What have you done?”

  The guy’s smile was evil. “Well first, about a year ago, I beat him up in the woods—planned to put him out of commission for a while, so he’d be transferred off the case. But imagine my surprise when I found out it wasn’t Mason I was fighting with, it was you. Should have killed you then. You were nothing but a pain in the ass from the beginning.”

  It took Noah a few too many seconds to figure out what the guy was talking about. Then it hit. Noah had been mugged running at the lake the year before while he’d visited Mason. The police had said the attack hadn’t seemed random at the time, but that hadn’t made sense, as Noah had only been in town accidentally. But if the mugger had come after Mason and had thought Noah was him, it fit. Noah had driven Mason’s truck and worn his clothes. Dammit. Why hadn’t they thought of that?

  “And finally, he gets kicked off the case.”

  Noah focused back on the psycho when he began to talk again. Talking was good—it meant his guard was down. If Noah could just keep him rambling, he and Mason would have a chance.

  “But still won’t give up. When he came back in this past week, he almost had all he needed, almost had me, but I took care of that as well. Nothing a crash into a tree couldn’t solve.”

  Bile burned the back of Noah’s throat, and his mouth went desert dry.

  “But here he is, back today. Like a semi-automatic with a teaser tracker.”

  The guy began to lose interest in Noah. He glanced around. Noah needed to get the guy’s focus back on Noah. He had a question burning in his brain. “What does this have to do with us? With what happened between us?” Because Noah knew without a doubt him and this guy fucking, and then the pictures of them which showed up six months prior to Noah re-upping in the Navy, had somehow been a part of all this.

  “Yeah, about that. You knew too much, and you didn’t have a fucking clue.”

  Noah couldn’t make sense of the guy’s claim.

  “You held the detonator on this case. The only thing holding Mason back from shutting this case was figuring out who was funding the group. I had an opportunity to take his theory and knock it to shit. So, I did. And imagine my surprise when I find out, through some unsavory channels, that there’s a Navy SEAL who knew Abdul-Bari—who’d make Mason’s case—was alive long after I killed him off. Well, not really, but you know what I mean. I didn’t really kill Abdul, you know. Just on paper.”

  Noah had two simultaneous trains of thought. The first was related to the shock that he’d been personally intertwined with Mason’s case for the past two years, and that because of it, he was no longer a SEAL. And the other, if he kept this guy monologuing, Mason might be able to sneak up and take him out. And as enraged as Noah was over the first one, he kept most of his focus on the second.

  “I still don’t get why what went down went down.”

  “I assume you’re talking about the pictures.” The smile that crossed the man’s face had Noah fighting not to jump out of his seat, as his hands curled into fists. He had to keep in mind he was biding his time; he needed to keep his cool and not do something rash. As much as he’d rather keep Mason out of this, he knew his best bet for them to gain the upper hand was for him to wait until Mason came back. Hell, Mason was one of the best-trained men Noah knew, both a Marine and an FBI agent. Noah needed to remember Mason’s capabilities.

  “Well, we couldn’t have you out there in the world knowing Abdul was alive. It’d be too easy for the alphabet agencies and the military to get together and compare notes. We couldn’t risk you recognizing this guy down the line when he became a wanted target. And besides, you had a secret, so why not exploit it. Once I found out you were gay and slammed in the closet behind the winter gear, it was a no brainer. I had my plan within minutes, and you played along perfectly.”

  Noah, listening to the events that had ended his life repeated so callously, had him ready to spring off the seat again and take this guy down. The fact that the guy would have the time to pump him with at least two bullets didn’t stop Noah from springing off his seat. It was the fact he wouldn’t be there to help Mason when the time came. Only that kept Noah glued to his seat.

  Noah spied Mason weaving his way back toward his office, obviously unaware that Noah had company. Noah had to keep the guy busy for another minute, giving Mason time before the guy spotted Mason.

  “What was the plan if I came out to my team?” Noah asked.

  The man’s laughter was like gears grinding on a truck. “That was the beautiful thing. We didn’t need one. You caved the instant we confronted you.”

  Anger spilled out of Noah. He had to hold on to the urge to scream.

  The fucker laughed again. “Oh, don’t be too hard on yourself. We had other ideas, and if they hadn’t work, we would have taken you out. That was actually the plan I liked the best, as it didn’t involve us fucking. But there were people that wanted to keep you breathing in case they needed you for something else. Now I see my favorite plan will be coming to fruition after all. Better late than never.”

  Noah listened with half an ear, his focus on Mason, while trying not to give away his presence. Noah’s gut roiled the second Mason stopped moving, his eyes opened wide, glaring at the fucker and his gun. Every part of Noah went on high alert, waiting for Mason to reveal his plan. Noah felt it more than saw it.
It wasn’t the best, but it’d have to do, and Noah would be ready for his part.

  The door remained open from when the guy strode in, and Mason was able to sidle in without a sound. The guy stood oblivious, too caught up in his head and spewing his genius over how they’d gotten Noah out of the way.

  Mason lifted his laptop and swung with all his might, hitting the guy in the head. The guy’s eyes opened wide. He lifted his gun, but lost momentum when the hard plastic hit his head, causing it to swing to the left and pull his body with it. Noah was out of the seat in seconds, grabbing the gun from the fucker’s hand as Mason dropped the computer and went down on his knees, making sure the guy was out.

  The next few hours were pandemonium. Mason’s boss, his boss’s boss, the members of his team—as well as any other official that could squeeze into the building—did. Noah was pretty sure it was the Mayor he’d spoken to earlier, overhearing he’d been golfing with one of the higher-ups when the shit hit the fan.

  For most of the time, Noah was on his own, Mason immediately taken behind closed doors once his superiors arrived. Noah had been debriefed, but it hadn’t taken nearly as long as it was taking Mason.

  A couple of guys had informed Noah he finished for the day, and they’d continue talking to him another time, after they’d contacted the Navy. But Noah wasn’t leaving, not without Mason.

  * * * *

  On the drive home, Noah stayed quiet, and Mason couldn’t blame him, not after hearing what Noah had found out earlier. Who would have thought Mason’s case was so closely related to Noah? Noah would eventually want to talk about everything that transpired, and Mason was good with waiting. Hell, they’d both talked enough back at the Bureau. Besides, Mason had other plans for them once they arrived home.

  Noah pulled in the driveway and shut off the car. Mason headed to the door and moved inside. Once Noah’s two feet passed the entrance, Mason was on him. Slamming him against the wall, Mason’s mouth planted firmly on Noah’s. Noah groaned in surprise, but didn’t pull away. His tongue was up for the challenge, moving around in Mason’s mouth.

  Seeing Noah held at gunpoint had done something to Mason. The thought of losing him, after just having found him, was something that caused Mason’s brain to implode.

  Mason clawed at Noah’s shirt, his hands demanding bare skin. Their mouths continued to duel; teeth and tongues both played a role. Noah tried to move his mouth, likely for air—but Mason, not ready to lose their connection, grabbed on to Noah’s face, holding him in place. It wasn’t until a threat of suffocation hit Mason that he released Noah.

  Mason moved his forehead to Noah’s as both men gulped down the much required air. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

  “Never.”

  Noah’s one word had chills racking Mason’s body. Noah leaned back in and took Mason’s mouth hostage. Again, neither took precautions to be gentle. The obvious desire in both men dictated their actions. Noah grabbed onto Mason’s shirt, readying to pull it off. Fighting with himself, Mason released Noah’s mouth, allowing Noah to pull Mason’s shirt over his head. Then Mason dragged Noah’s shirt off him and threw it to the floor. Before latching back on to Noah’s mouth, Mason shucked his pants and boxer briefs. Noah did the same. Both men moved clumsily but quickly.

  Both naked, they wrapped their arms around one another, their mouths back on the attack. Their bodies aligned perfectly, their dicks rubbed against each other, both dripping pre-cum. Not wanting to waste the liquid, Mason moved back. Noah put his hand on Mason’s shoulder, trying to stop him. Before Noah could, Mason dropped to his knees, and his mouth seized Noah’s cock, sucking the organ down his throat. Mason’s taste buds exploded with Noah’s flavor.

  Noah’s roar bounced off the walls as his hands gripped Mason’s hair. Mason’s cock turned rock hard with Noah’s reaction. Yearning for more of the same, Mason continued to swallow as much of Noah’s cock as he could.

  Noah remained still, while his grasp tightened on Mason’s hair. Mason pulled off Noah’s cock and took a gulp of air. When Mason latched back on, Noah kept his grip tight as his hips shifted to and fro, matching Mason’s movements, ensuring Mason kept his pace fast.

  Mason’s hand moved to his steel cock, and after only a few strokes, his dick pulsed, ready to explode. From the sounds resonating through the room, Noah hung over the cliff, ready to join Mason. This was not how Mason wanted their time together to end. He pulled off Noah’s cock with a pop, but with Noah’s hands holding onto his hair, he couldn’t move. His eyes peered up to Noah, who stood glassy-eyed, his mouth slightly open. Noah appeared caught in the moment, but before Mason had a chance to speak, Noah snapped out of his fog and released Mason’s hair. Not wasting another moment, Mason stood, taking Noah into his arms and lifting him up. He moved at a quick pace until they made it to the kitchen, where Mason placed Noah on top of the counter, then turned around to grab some lube from a drawer.

  “It’s not there.” Noah’s words seemed foreign to Mason. He didn’t understand what Noah meant.

  Mason’s confused expression must have told Noah. “The lube’s empty, never bought a new one for in here.”

  “Fuck.” Mason needed to get inside Noah.

  About to pick Noah back up to bring him into the bedroom, Noah said, “Come on. Don’t stop. We don’t need it.”

  An idea popped in Mason’s head. “Won’t do that to you.” Mason leaned over toward the stove and grabbed the olive oil from the cabinet above. Mason poured the liquid on his hand, then rubbed it up and down his cock. When he tried to press a finger to Noah’s hole, Noah’s hand stopped him.

  “No. I want to feel you.”

  “You sure?” Mason asked as he pulled Noah’s ass closer to the edge of the counter.

  Noah scootched forward with Mason’s assistance and spread his legs. Mason stared at Noah’s pulsing hole.

  “Positive. Need you inside me. Now.”

  Mason’s shaking hand lined his cock with Noah’s greedy hole, then Mason pushed until his tip penetrated Noah.

  “Can’t go slow,” Mason warned. “You sure you’re okay?”

  Instead of answering, Noah’s legs wrapped around Mason and pulled him in close, causing Mason’s cock to forge forward until Mason sat balls deep in Noah’s ass. Surprised by the movement, Mason’s breath caught.

  Now buried to the hilt, Mason couldn’t move. If he did, right then, his juice would be flowing before he could pull halfway out, and that was something he didn’t want to do. “Don’t move.”

  “Can’t.” Noah replied, obviously suffering the same fate.

  Mason shut his eyes, for fear even Noah’s appearance would set him off, as he tried to calm his breathing. It took a minute for both men’s breathing to get back in sync.

  “Need to move. You ready?” Mason asked.

  “Yeah. I think so.” Noah slid his arms back and his body rested on the counter. Noah’s muscles stretched out in front of him had Mason’s mouthwatering, and an urge to taste Noah washing over him. As Mason moved his hips, he bent over, taking Noah’s nipple in his mouth. The sweet and salty taste of Noah both calmed and electrified him. The shout Noah let out when Mason bit down on him shot straight to Mason’s balls. Mason pulled off the one nub and moved to the other, making sure to do all the things he had done to the first.

  Mason straightened; his gaze locked on Noah’s, both black pools of desire. Mason picked up the pace, his hips moving on their own accord, continuing to pound Noah’s sweet spot. Noah’s hips rose off the counter to ensure it.

  Mason grabbed on to Noah’s dick, as Mason’s movements turned chaotic.

  “Don’t. You’re going to make me come,” Noah begged.

  “Want you to.” Mason picked up speed. “Want you to come with me.”

  Mason’s balls tightened, and Noah’s dick twitched. They shot off together, Mason filling Noah’s hole and Noah’s warm cum shooting on their chests, the remainder dribbling down Mason’s hand.

  The shocks
seemed to continue on forever, surging crest over crest. When the orgasms finally slowed, Mason collapsed onto Noah, Mason’s legs taking some help with the weight. Just for a second, Mason lay there, Noah’s arms wrapped around him. Neither spoke, their rough breathing breaking up the silence.

  When Mason tried to stand up, Noah tightened his arms around him. “Don’t go yet.”

  “Not going anywhere without you,” Mason assured Noah. Once up, he held out his arms, “Climb up. Let’s lie down in the bed.”

  Chapter 32

  The next few days flew by. Mason, home from the office again, missed Noah. Ever since Noah left, the walls of the house had started to close in on Mason. He accepted Noah couldn’t avoid leaving, but it didn’t help the intense loneliness that ached in Mason’s chest. Noah had gone home to take care of a few things, one of which had been the interview he’d had with THE Company. Mason squeezed his eyes shut and sent a quick prayer to the heavens that it would all work out. The job would be more than just a career, it would give Noah back the purpose his life had been missing since he’d left the SEALs. The job would give his life meaning again.

  Mason sat slouched at the kitchen table, floundering about his future. Mason transformed from someone easily seen as a problem into the reigning hero of the ABC Agencies. Not only had he identified a new terrorist group, he’d also found someone on their payroll who’d also been working for the FBI. He still couldn’t believe Andrew had slipped past the entire organization. The man had been involved with every detail that had crossed Mason’s desk, and had never given Mason, or anyone else, reason to suspect his being a part of the terrorist group. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what he was. And Mason wasn’t buying Andrew’s excuse he’d only worked with the terrorists because they had threatened his family. Not after all Andrew had said to Noah, while holding Noah at gunpoint. He hadn’t sounded like a man who’d been forced to do something. The way he’d talked about killing Noah, both before and then, had Mason seeing Andrew for the evil he was.