Nixon: An m/m bodyguard romance (Hunter Security), page 9
Without responding, I shove my shorts down and step into the hot water, letting out a contented sigh as Nixon joins me.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he says.
“You didn’t.” It’s not a lie, but it isn’t the whole truth either.
“Let me make it up to you.” His tone is soft and comforting as he turns me and pulls me in for the best kiss of my life.
He licks my lips before plunging his tongue inside the second I give him access. Tingles run up my spine as his hard cock presses into my stomach, the base grazing against my erection. When he pushes even harder into me, I can’t help but moan.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers against my lips.
“The feeling’s mutual,” I confess, wrapping my hands around his neck and kissing him again.
How is it that I’m already so addicted to Nixon? Whatever this is, I don’t want to give him up.
After we make out for a while, Nixon backs up and pulls me toward the shower bench. He sits and pulls me to straddle him, gripping our cocks in his strong hand.
“Yes,” I cry out as he strokes us together. The feeling of his silky yet ridiculously hard dick against mine and the slight calluses of his fingers is almost sensory overload.
As we’re making out, his hand slides up and down our cocks, and we both fuck into his fist. The kiss is needy and sloppy, desperate, but also fucking perfect. It doesn’t take long before a tingle forms in my spine, and I’m almost embarrassed to admit how quickly I come, coating his chest and fist with my load.
Nixon keeps stroking us, trying to chase his release, but I pull out of his grasp to drop to my knees. “Come down my throat,” I beg before covering him with my mouth.
The salty taste of his precum mixed with my release coats my tongue, making me lightheaded while I suck him deep into my mouth until I gag. This blow job is different than last night. He isn’t fucking my face or forcing me deeper. Instead, he’s letting me do what I feel is right, letting me take control, and honestly, I like it both ways.
I take him as deep as I can, saliva dripping around the corners of my mouth as I gag. Tears pool in my eyes, and I’m sure I look like a mess, but I don’t care because every time I swallow him down, Nixon’s eyes roll into the back of his head, and I love putting that look on his face.
Nixon groans out a shuddering release, filling my mouth with his salty cum. I swallow it all, not missing a drop. Lazily, I suck until Nixon is almost whimpering from it being too much, and I pull off with a pop, resting my head against his knee.
“I could use a nap after that,” I tease, and a yawn slips past my lips.
“I’d love to tuck you in and hold you for a while, but you have to be at work soon,” Nixon states, being the voice of reason.
“I guess we should actually shower, then,” I murmur as he helps me up.
Nixon positions me under the spray, holding me for a minute, and drops a gentle kiss on my lips that makes my stomach flip.
I need to push back.
This is too much already, and it’s only been two days. But I let myself soak up this feeling of rightness for a bit longer, telling myself I’ll put the wall up again after.
I’ve never struggled with keeping people out of my life before.
Why is Nixon different?
Chapter 12
Nixon
My phone rings while I’m watching Dante work. He’s currently holding a pretty blonde actress who is the damsel of this movie. “What’s up?” I answer.
“I found something interesting,” Sophy says with an almost gleeful tone.
“What would that be?”
Everything has been a dead end in this case, so there has to be something small we’re missing, but I can’t figure it out.
“Since we keep hitting walls everywhere we turn, I decided to interview everyone I could from the night of the red carpet.”
I wonder how long that took. There were a lot of people there that night.
“Is that where you found this interesting thing you want to tell me?”
She giggles. “Obviously,” she replies, her voice filled with sass.
“Are you going to divulge that information?” I ask, and she makes a raspberry into the phone.
Gross, I can literally hear her spit hitting the phone. “Make sure you wipe your phone down after that.” I don’t doubt she’s rolling her eyes at me.
“You steal all the fun out of this,” she murmurs as I watch the damsel pull Dante down for a kiss.
I’m a jealous fucker, and if I didn’t know Dante wasn’t into that woman at all, I’d probably be seeing green right now. It wouldn’t be too good for Dante’s image if his bodyguard went all Hulk smash over him kissing someone. Especially since Dante is so deep in the closet that he’s made friends with the dust bunnies. The last thing I want is to out him when he isn’t ready.
Honestly, from talking with him, I’m not sure if he’ll ever be ready. Even though I won’t say it out loud, I hate it.
It’s been a week since we started our dynamic, and while that’s fast to fall for someone, I’m already tumbling down the rabbit hole. Something I know I shouldn’t do because Dante can’t love me like that, but there’s no stopping it. Not unless I want to end what we have, and I don’t. My heart will simply be collateral damage when this all ends.
“So anyway…” Sophy’s voice pulls my attention back to her. “… the interesting information I found was while talking to the interview team that was with Dante when he collapsed.”
“Did they forget to tell the police something?” I’m not sure where she’s going with this.
“Not really. But they told me they received an anonymous tip to ask Dante about his sexuality. They blew it off, but the guy said he wanted to tell me about it because it was weird.”
I hum along in agreement that it is weird. Especially considering the guy who drugged Dante asked him about being gay.
“Thanks for the info, Soph. I’ll keep it in mind while trying to piece this all together. Got anything else?”
“That’s all for now. If I get more, I’ll let you know,” she states and ends the call.
Only a handful of people know about Dante’s true sexuality, and one of them is trying to get that information out there by the sounds of it. But why? Motive here is key, and I can’t figure that out yet, which pisses me off.
I’m normally good at solving puzzles like this, quickly getting to the bottom of the situation. For some reason, I still can’t figure it out, even with this information.
I grab the back of my neck, watching Dante carry the damsel away before the director yells cut. The actress gives Dante a hug and skips off with a giant grin on her face while the man who is stealing my heart makes his way toward me.
I wonder if I’m having a hard time solving this case because part of me doesn’t want to. The moment Dante is safe is when I have to let him go. We won’t have a real reason to see each other anymore, at least not as often as we are now. I hate that thought. At the same time, I can’t let my feelings for him derail my focus. He deserves the truth, and I have to be the one to find it for him, even if that means leaving him sooner than I want to.
“Thanks for filling in for a bit,” I tell Denver as he meets me on set.
A few hours are left in the day, and I want to do something special for Dante. He’s going to give me shit for leaving, even for a short time, but he loves to give me a hard time. He’ll get over it tonight when he’s begging me to let him come. It’s not like I’m leaving him in any real danger. I trust Denver with my life, so Dante is in good hands.
I trust all the people who work for me, but Denver and Bennett are my two number ones. This is why Bennett is currently at Dante’s house supervising the contractors who are setting up the safe room. Added precautions are never a bad thing, and I’m hoping it will help Dante feel safe in his own house.
“No problem, man. You should probably take a full day off soon. You don’t normally work this much,” he notes.
“I’m fine. No one in Dante’s circle knows I’m with him full time. We have to keep it that way until we know what the fuck is going on. If I randomly drop in at his house, it makes sense. If you do, it doesn’t.”
Denver grabs the back of his neck but nods. “I guess I see your point. Are you any closer to solving the case?”
“Not really. Soph found something small, but it doesn’t help much if I’m being honest.”
“Well, if you need any help, I’m here. Are you sure you’re okay? You’re taking on a lot more of this case than you normally do. Why don’t you delegate more?”
“I’ve got this,” I inform him, changing the subject because he knows me too well. “I’ll be back before Dante finishes.” I turn on my heels after he nods at me.
Getting away from Denver quickly was the smart move because the second he started to pry would be when it all blew up. He’d see what’s lying under the surface, and I can’t let that happen. I promised to keep Dante’s secret to myself. I’ll be damned if he has to deal with that before he’s ready.
“How’d it go?” I ask Denver but keep my eyes on Dante, who is wiping the sweat off his brow with a towel an assistant handed him.
“Good, nothing to report,” Denver replies with a smile. “If you ever need me to fill in, just let me know. Although it will be nice when you don’t have to be full time with Dante anymore so you can come out for beers again,” he teases as Dante walks over to us.
“I miss you guys too, but it’s important that I keep the client safe.” I regret the word choice immediately when Dante’s face falls.
“I get it. Honestly, I’d like another full-time client. They’re a great challenge. Thankfully, with most of them, though, we still get breaks.”
“I know. The next one we get will be all yours. Although I’ll hate that I can’t have you on call for me anymore.”
He laughs and waves as he heads off.
“Why didn’t you tell me Denver was taking your place for a bit?” Dante grumbles, pulling a bottle of water out of our cooler.
“Didn’t want to argue with you,” I state because it’s the truth.
He narrows his eyes at me but doesn’t say anything.
“Are you getting sick of your client already?” he bites out.
I clench my jaw, wishing I could prove to him right now that he means more to me than that, but we’re in public.
“I’m not sick of you. I just wanted to pick up a few things for tonight.”
His eyes go wide, and he loses his angry expression, but it quickly returns.
“Whatever.” He scoffs, pushing past me to head to his trailer.
“You know you’re more than just a client to me,” I tell him when we are in the privacy of his trailer. “But I didn’t want to out you and tell Denver we’re fucking. What did you want me to say?” I make sure to keep my voice low in case someone is close by listening.
Dante shakes his head and blows out a breath.
“Sorry. You’re right. I’m just tired.”
“What do you want for dinner? You’re going to need a big meal for the plans I have for tonight.”
Dante bites his lip and gets naked, making sure to go slow enough to tease me. “Why don’t you pick? That way, you can make sure I have something to your liking.” He wiggles his ass at me.
His gaze drops to my hand rearranging my hardening cock, and his tongue slips out, sweeping his bottom lip. Fuck, I am going to have fun edging him tonight. If he keeps this up, his ass will be cherry red. My hand is already itching.
As soon as he’s ready, we make our way to the car, and it takes everything I have to keep the mask of professionalism in place. I would love nothing more than to push him up against the passenger door and remind him how much more he is than a client. Instead, I take a deep breath and slide into the driver’s seat.
It’s not until a mile or so down the road that one of us finally speaks, the sexual tension thick in the confined space.
“Do you know of anyone who would want to out you? Someone who would gain something from that?” I ask Dante, careful to keep my eyes on the road.
“No.” He gasps, turning in his seat to stare at me with wide eyes. “Why would anyone want to do that?”
I can’t get what Sophy said out of my head.
“The team that interviewed you after you got drugged was sent a tip to ask you about your sexuality.” He frowns and looks out the window.
Shit, I didn’t mean to upset him again.
“Jeramiah might want to out me,” he whispers, mentioning his ex. “He hates my dad, and considering Dad is running for office, there is a possibility that he wants to out me to fuck with the results…” He pauses and looks at me with sad eyes. “But I can’t see him wanting me dead.”
Dante’s words cause a light bulb to go off in my head, and I want to kick myself for not thinking about this earlier.
“What if whoever’s behind this didn’t want you dead?” I question as I take a left turn.
“Where are we going?” Dante asks.
“My office. I want to pull up your tox reports.”
“I’m so confused right now. If they didn’t want me dead, why drug me?” he asks, but I don’t respond in case I’m wrong.
If I am right, this changes everything.
Chapter 13
Dante
Nixon’s place of business is dark, giving off an eerie feel when we enter. “I’m surprised you don’t have people working late,” I state as we make our way to his office.
“We are all workaholics here, but most work from home after hours. I’d be doing the same, but I don’t have your tox report saved to my laptop, and I didn’t back it up to the cloud.”
“What exactly are you hoping to gain from reading the report again?” I inquire as he sits down, boots up his computer, and pats his lap.
I love that he wants to keep me close, so I rush over and sit down, leaning my head against his shoulder.
“I want to see what the numbers are. Then I’m going to call a friend, who’s a doctor, and ask if there’s a possibility that whoever did this didn’t mean to almost kill you.”
My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline, and I sit up straight. “What did they want to do if they didn’t want to kill me?”
“Get you messy, make you lose your inhibitions, and answer questions about your sexuality.”
“Holy shit,” I murmur, almost not believing his words. “So maybe it was Jeramiah?” I question, snuggling back into Nixon, wanting his body to give me comfort.
“I still don’t know. Obviously, he has motive, but I’m not ruling anyone out yet,” Nixon states as he types away.
It doesn’t take him long to pull up the report and look over the numbers. All of it is gibberish to me, but Nixon seems like he understands it.
After he’s absorbed the information, he pulls his phone out and calls his friend, putting it on speaker, which makes me smile. He isn’t doing anything behind my back. He’s including me in all of this, and for some reason, that makes me feel extra special. Like we’re a team or something.
Shit. Why does he have to treat me so well? Couldn’t he just be a grumpy asshole when we aren’t fucking?
Feelings are dangerous.
I don’t want them.
“Hey, Nixon, what’s up?” a male greets on the other end of the line.
“Hey, Dax. Just wondering if you have a moment to give me your medical expertise,” Nixon replies.
“Sure, just give me a second. I’ll head to my office. Izzy has Caidance over, and they are gabbing up a storm.” He chuckles.
I have no idea who these people are, but Nixon nods in understanding.
“Okay, I’m alone. What can I help you with?”
“I’m working on a case where a client of mine was drugged. He almost died, so we thought it was an attempted murder, but I’m wondering if there is another possibility.”
“What does his toxicology report look like?”
Nixon responds with big words and numbers that mean nothing to me.
“I was curious if maybe someone wanted to intoxicate my client enough to get him to admit to something but accidentally went overboard.”
The doctor hums on the other end of the phone but doesn’t respond right away. “That’s definitely a possibility. Drugs are a finicky thing and easy to mess up, especially without knowing the real dose. When you buy shit off the streets, there is no way of knowing what’s actually in it. I doubt whoever did this got their supplies anywhere reputable.”
Nixon nods even though the guy can’t see him.
“Thanks, Dax. That confirms my suspicions. Now I can work this case from a different angle.”
“No problem,” Dax responds, his voice sounding like he’s smiling. “Happy I could be of some help. I hope you can solve this quickly for your client.”
What happens when Nixon does solve the case?
Does that mean what we have will end?
I mean, that’s what we discussed at the beginning. I won’t have a reason to see him as often as I do now, but the idea of only being with him once in a blue moon doesn’t sit right with me. I don’t want this to end.
I want more.
“Me too,” Nixon tells Dax, his words pulling me from my spiraling thoughts, and my heart aches.
Maybe Nixon does want this to end. Maybe he’s had his fill of me.
What would a guy like Nixon want permanently with a guy like me, anyway? He’s out and proud, and I’m as deep in the closet as it gets. I can’t offer him anything healthy long-term, yet I want to.
What would be the worst thing that could happen if I came out?
A fuck load of shit, actually, but would it be worth it?
My brain won’t stop playing a million things over in my head. It’s fucking exhausting, a combination of what-ifs and wondering who the hell wants to out me. The only person I can think of is Jeramiah, but Nixon doesn’t seem convinced.
