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Stryker

“No!” he shouted. “No! You fucking fuck fuckhead!”

“Jeez! We really need to work on your language.”

Stryker glanced up from the screen for a quick moment. He couldn’t get distracted by Gavin being all hot and sexy while making them dinner. Damn! In nothing but a pair of faded and torn jeans Gavin was the poster boy for a yummy silver Daddy.

They’d showered together once they’d returned to Gavin’s cabin before fucking once Stryker had found the lube in a drawer of the bedroom. Now freshly clean and hungry, Stryker had decided to check in on his programs. That was when he’d seen the alerts. The alerts he’d missed while hiding in the fae land. Shit!

Gavin lifted a brow. “Is there a problem?”

Damn! He had gotten distracted. “This fucker is better than I gave him credit for.”

“The fucking fuck fuckhead?” Gavin asked.

Okay, that had been a lot of fucks in one sentence. “Yes!”

Gavin moved a pan off the stove and walked over to stand behind Stryker.

Stryker couldn’t help the way that his shoulders stiffened. It had been hard enough to log on in the middle of the kitchen with Gavin so close, but now Gavin was looking at what Stryker was doing.

“I’ll be honest. I don’t know what any of that means,” Gavin said.

That wasn’t the relief it should have been. “I’ll take care of it.” He typed commands, hoping to backtrack. At least enough to throw off that fucking fuck fuckhead private dick off his trail. How? How had this even happened. Stryker hadn’t been away from his laptop that long. It seemed the private dick hadn’t needed long at all.

“Take care of what?” Gavin questioned.

“Nothing.” He kept typing. Aaron Johnson, the private detective, had to have gotten help from another hacker. There was no way that he’d manage to piggyback off Stryker’s network without help.

Stryker was going to find out who helped the PI and that damn agent and he was going to—

He slid across the kitchen as Gavin yanked the chair back.

Stryker grunted as the back of the chair hit the far wall. Gavin crouched in front of him. He snapped his fingers in front of Stryker’s face.

Stryker scowled. “What? I’m busy.”

“What did you do?” Gavin demanded.

“Nothing!” Stryker threw his hands up. “I’m just working.”

“Working on what? I thought you worked for yourself.”

“I do!” He did not have time for this.

“And?”

“Someone I was tracking is now tracking me,” Stryker told him. That would have to be enough of an explanation.

“Why were you tracking them?”

Damn it! “Because I felt like it.”

“You’re after money. It’s always about the money. You told me that once.”

He wasn’t going to be able to focus until he confessed. “I might have borrowed the RV that I drove here.” Stryker grinned. “It was just sitting in a storage center. No one was using it!”

“So, you stole it,” Gavin said.

“I borrowed it. I’ll give it back!”

“Yes, you will.” Gavin shook his head. “Who did you steal it from? Someone dangerous?”

“Not dangerous,” Stryker lied.

Gavin narrowed his eyes.

“He’s not a killer or anything like that,” Stryker informed him.

“Who is he,” Gavin demanded.

Stryker just knew that Gavin was going to be mad.

“Stryker,” Gavin growled out.

“He’s nobody. Just an agent with the federal government.”

Gavin stiffened. “A federal agent? What agency?”

Stryker frowned. “I don’t actually know. It didn’t come up. Huh. That’s weird, isn’t it.”

Gavin blinked slowly.

“In my defense, I’ve been a bit distracted.” It was sort of Gavin’s fault. If Stryker had more time before needing to get to Gavin, then he could have dug a little deeper into the agent.

“And this agent is on your trail?” Gavin asked.

“Technically the private detective he hired is on my trail. I can fix it though!” Stryker assisted.

“A private detective? And he’s looking for you?”

“Yeah…” Stryker needed this conversation to end.

“And you’re going to do what?” Gavin asked.

“Lead him in the opposite direction.” It had worked for him in the past.

“All he wants is the RV?” Gavin questioned.

“Sure.” At least that was all that Stryker was going to agree to.

“So, we need to get rid of the RV. Put it someplace he can retrieve it?”

That might work. “Then I can leave him a message where he can find it.”

Gavin nodded before he rose. He pulled his cell phone from his back pocket.

“What are you—”

Gavin held up one finger.

Stryker opened his mouth, but Gavin turned and walked to where he’d been preparing dinner. Stryker did not like being ignored.

“I have a job for you and your mate,” Gavin said into the phone.

“Who are you talking to?” Stryker demanded. He could clean up his own mess.

“I bet. I think you’ll like this one. I need you to get an RV somewhere away from the property.”

Stryker hadn’t technically agreed to giving up the RV yet.

“That’s the thing. I need you to avoid a private detective and the federal agent that hired him to find his missing RV.”

Stryker stood from the chair before picking it up and returning to sit in front of his laptop. If Gavin was going to ignore him then Stryker would get back to work.

Gavin’s warm chuckle filled the kitchen. “I thought you’d like that challenge. Can you come up tonight?”

Opening a map on his laptop, Stryker began to search other state parks or RV parks where the vehicle could be dropped off. He needed somewhere close but not too close.

Gavin strolled back over to once again lean over Stryker’s shoulder. Stryker was totally going to have to break him of that habit. No one looked over his shoulder. Not when he was working.

“I’ll find a place. Just come to my cabin when you two get here. Thanks.” He hung up the phone before grabbing the back of Stryker’s neck.

“I can fix this myself,” Stryker said. He didn’t want to admit that he was glad Gavin was taking control of the situation. Stryker could fix everything but that also meant having to leave Gavin, even if it was for a short time.

He didn’t want to leave Gavin.

Not yet.

Stryker didn’t know what to think about the whole mating thing, but Gavin had promised that they had time.

“I’m sure you can. But answer me this, could you do it without leaving?”

Gavin read him right. It was almost irritating. Kind of sexy. “I need to dump the RV before they find it here,” Stryker admitted.

“Then Jason and Tristan will leave with the RV tonight,” Gavin said. “You need to find a location where they can leave the RV in the same condition that you stole it in.”

“Borrowed,” Stryker corrected.

Gavin snorted.

“Jason and Tristan?” Stryker had to think about who that was. “Oh! Mason’s twin?”

“Yes, and his mate is a demon named Tristan,” Gavin said. “They’re both as big of troublemakers as you. They’ll have some fun. They love being on the road. They’ll be up soon. Find them a location.”

“Up?” Stryker asked as he started to research the site close by.

“They live in hell. When they’re in this realm, they stay in Mason’s old cabin.”

“That’s right.” Stryker remembered Gavin telling him that when they were talking about all the mates. “And they’ll help? What do they want in return?” He had money. He could pay them.

“They want the adventure. Tristan gets bored in hell and loves to come up to this realm. Especially if there’s food involved.”

“A demon obsessed with human food?” Stryker worried for his chicken nugget stash in the freezer. He needed to grab those bags.

“And Jason likes to indulge his mate.”

“All they need is the promise of food?” Stryker questioned.

“It didn’t hurt that they would be outrunning a federal agent and his hired thug, as Jason put it.”

These were totally Stryker’s type of people. And he thought they were all good guys. They weren’t so squeaky clean as Stryker had thought. Stryker might have been so obsessed with Gavin that he allowed his focus to be too much on Gavin and not enough on those around him.

Stryker had enjoyed watching the members of Gavin’s family but hadn’t learned enough about them.

Hope bloomed in his chest.

Was this what Stryker had been waiting for?

Could he really find a home here?

He looked up at Gavin. Really looked at him. This man, paranormal, whatever, wanted Stryker. Even before he knew that they were mates. He’d rolled his eyes and teased Stryker but never once demanded that Stryker changed. Even now he was taking charge to ensure Stryker’s safety.

“Kiss me,” Stryker ordered.

Gavin lifted a brow. “Excuse me?”

“I want you to kiss me,” Stryker told him.

Gavin leaned down, pressing his lips against Stryker’s. Stryker opened, allowing Gavin’s tongue to invade his mouth. Stryker sucked on Gavin’s tongue. Mmm, he liked this.

Too soon, Gavin was pulling away. “Find us a location,” Gavin said. “I need to come up with some sort of dessert for Tristan. He has a bit of a sweet tooth.”

“Fine.” Stryker sighed dramatically. “I want my chicken nuggets out of the freezer though.”

Gavin snorted. “We’ll rescue your nuggets.”

They had better. Stryker had even paid for those bags of deliciousness.

* * * * *

Gavin

Shaking his head, Gavin was even more certain he should have kept Stryker away from Jason and Tristan. Tristan was licking the plate of brownies that Drake had whipped up for them, but Jason and Stryker were too excited, discussing some of Stryker’s more risky jobs. And hell. Why was Stryker so interested in hell?

“The big question is, how do I become a hell minion?” Stryker asked Jason.

Jason cackled.

“No!” Gavin said immediately.

Both Stryker and Jason looked at him in surprise like they’d forgotten he was there.

Gavin gave them a finger wave. “Sitting right here.”

“Of course, Papi!” Stryker smirked. “I would never try to become a hell minion.”

“I heard you,” Gavin reminded him. This boy. He wanted to laugh. Stryker was going to keep Gavin on his toes. The years of loneliness seemed to have disappeared, and he hadn’t even mated with Stryker yet.

Gavin had always known that he wouldn’t be happy with a sweet and compliant partner. He needed to be challenged. Stryker was perfect for him. Gavin had spent so long cursing the fates and now he had to admit that they knew exactly what they were doing.

It was a good thing that Gavin was fully prepared for the trouble that Stryker would bring his way.

He sent his text message.

“I think you need to check your hearing, old man,” Stryker quipped. “I obviously asked how to avoid becoming a hell minion.”

“And,” Jason added, “I obviously did not text Adam to tell him that he had a new minion to introduce into the family.”

Gavin set his phone on top of the table. “And I didn’t just text Mal to have him keep Adam busy. We both know how distractible that boy is. Especially when it comes to his Daddy.”

“Damn it!” Jason laughed.

Stryker pushed out his bottom lip. “I don’t get to become a minion?”

“I also messaged Ash and Atom to loop them in. There will be no sneaking off to the hell realm,” Gavin told them. He was not a novice to the antics of the boys in this family.

Jason shrugged at Stryker. “I tried.”

Stryker huffed.

Gavin was feeling pretty smug.

“Although,” Jason said, “Levi does go to hell a few times a week to help train the demons. Maybe I could—”

“Already let Mason know. Your brother promised to thwart any plans that you all come up with,” Gavin replied. Yeah, he was good.

“Mason is such a goody-goody,” Jason said in disgust.

“Levi will never go against his mate’s wishes. You won’t find any help there,” Tristan said as he glanced around the kitchen. “Is there pie?”

“Oh! I almost forgot. Mason wants you to bring back some jerky from the place by the river that you stopped by last time where you found that jelly you liked so much. He said you’d know what he meant,” Gavin said.

“Yes!” Tristan danced in his chair. “They had the best jelly. Like forty different types. There was fruity, and spicy, and—”

Jason groaned. “Damn it! I spent like three hundred dollars last time because Tris wanted everything.”

“It was so good!” Tristan exclaimed.

Gavin winked at Stryker when he caught the boy’s gaze. He had this in the bag. Stryker might be slippery, but Gavin didn’t need computer programs. He had instincts. Plus, several years of dealing with the boys in this family.

Tristan jumped to his feet. “We should get on the road! Remember that diner we stopped at that were famous for their homemade ice-cream shakes? We can stop there. It’s on the way!”

Jason climbed to his feet. “Sorry, Stryker. I’ve got a mission to complete and a mate to fill with human food.”

“It’s fine.” Stryker waved his hand. “I’m sure River or Noah—”

“River is grounded to the fae realm and Noah is visiting Lucifer for the week,” Gavin supplied.

Stryker turned and stared at him. “Are you serious? How did you do all this?”

Gavin smirked. “You really wanted to grab those bags of chicken nuggets. I had time.”

“I got my bike and stuff too,” Stryker reminded. It hadn’t all been about his nuggies. Or the energy drinks.

“You did,” Gavin said. “Oh, did I remember to tell you that I gave the energy drinks to Craig for his club?”

“You stole my energy drinks?” Stryker asked in disbelief.

His boy was right. Fucking with people was fun. Better when it was his little troublemaker. “Borrowed,” Gavin retorted.

“Borr—”

“I think that’s our cue to leave, mate,” Jason said, standing.

“Food!” Tristan jumped up.

“We’re doing a favor for Gavin and Stryker. Dropping off the RV. Then we get food,” Jason said.

“Of course, mate,” Tristan agreed happily. He raced over to Jason and picked him up then threw him over his shoulder. “Work then food!”

They were gone before Stryker could thank them.

There was one more person he needed to show his appreciation for. Stryker rose to cross over to where Gavin was slouching in his chair. Gavin watched him but there was a little smirk on his lips that turned Stryker on. Gavin turned, keeping Stryker in his sight. Perfect.

“I appreciate your help.” Stryker stepped between Gavin’s legs.

“It might take time, but you’ll eventually realize that you can trust me. Us.”

Stryker nodded. “Even if you did prove to be a little sneaky.” He sank to his knees as he placed his palms on Gavin’s thighs.

“I have to be able to keep up with my boy,” Gavin replied. His breathing picked up. He was just as turned on.

“I am a bit much. I've been told that enough times.” Stryker licked his lips, delighting when Gavin’s nostrils flared and his pupils dilated.

“Not too much. The perfect amount,” Gavin assured him.

Stryker loved that Gavin could read him so well. “That just leaves the question of how to thank you.”

Gavin leaned forward and cupped his face. “You don’t ever have to show me anything. I’d do anything for you.”

“What if I want to show you how much I appreciate you? Maybe that would make me feel better.”

“I am all about making you feel good.” Gavin sat back.

Stryker ran his hands up Gavin’s thighs. “You know that I can tell you're not wearing any underwear. You do love to tease me.”

“You seem to enjoy it when I wear these jeans. You always taunted me until I gave you a show.”

“They’re indecent,” Stryker replied. “I love them.”

Gavin smirked.

“How about you open them up and prove to me that you aren’t wearing anything under. Just in case I’m wrong,” Stryker requested.

“Whatever my good boy wants,” Gavin drawled.

Fuck! Stryker loved hearing those words. And Gavin knew it.

Gavin unbuttoned his jeans before he slowly lowered the zipper. Stryker had to swallow back a whimper when Gavin’s hands remained blocking his sight.

“Show me,” he pleaded.

Folding back the ends of his jeans, Gavin revealed his erection.

“Take it out,” Stryker demanded. Gavin’s cock was so beautiful. Big and thick with a large vein running down the length.

“You want to suck me?” Gavin drew his shaft from his pants, holding himself around the base.

“I do.” He was dying for it.

“If you want a reward, you’re going to do it my way,” Gavin said.

Even about to get a blowjob, Gavin was still so bossy. That was so hot. He nodded.

“Wrap your lips around the crown,” Gavin told him.

Leaning forward, Stryker breathed in Gavin’s muscular scent before complying. Closing his lips around the tip of Gavin’s shaft while breathing through his nose.

Gavin threaded his fingers into Stryker’s hair. “Suck me, gently.”

Okay, Stryker could do that. He slowly sucked on Gavin’s shaft, and it wasn’t long until he was rewarded with a burst of flavor on his tongue.

“Take more,” Gavin encouraged.

Stryker drew back and swallowed then returned to lavish attention to Gavin’s dick. This time he slid more of Gavin’s cock into his mouth. Gavin allowed him to bob a few times before he tightened the fingers he had in Stryker’s hair. “Stop.”

He immediately stopped.

“Suck. Don’t move. Just suck.”

Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth and Stryker swallowed then sucked. It was harder this time. With half of Gavin’s length in his mouth.

“Stay there,” Gavin ordered. He slowly pumped his hips. “Suck!”

Oh! A sexy new game!

Gavin held on firmly to Stryker’s hair as he thrust into Stryker’s mouth, telling Stryker when to suck. There was nothing Stryker needed to do other than obey. Closing his eyes, Stryker was able to concentrate on the feelings growing inside him.

This was more than just giving a random man a blowjob. Gavin cared about him. Even as he barked out the word suck, he was also praising Stryker. Telling Stryker what a good boy he was and what a good job he was doing.

So, maybe Stryker was kinkier than he thought.

Because there was nothing compared to the pride and happiness that filled him as Gavin spoke softly to him.

“Such a good boy for me. Open your throat. That’s it. You are doing so well. Suck, boy. That’s it. Good,” Gavin repeated over and over.

Even as hard as his cock was, the rest of Stryker’s body was relaxed and floaty.

He didn’t even have to think about what to do when Gavin ordered him to suck. It was almost as if his mind was connecting to Gavin instead of his own body.

This was heaven.

“I’m going to come now. I want you to swallow it down like the good boy you are,” Gavin murmured.

Whatever Gavin wanted. Anything.

“Now, boy,” Gavin said.

Stryker swallowed as cum filled his mouth. He drank it down while his own cock pulsed and he filled his underwear without ever being touched.