IslandAffair

holding the
gun up so that the bullet slammed harmlessly into the ceiling.
    That had been his first mistake. It had been harder than he
had expected to disarm the guy. The movies always made it look so easy. He was
smaller than John but he was desperate. They had wrestled in the stairway for a
few terrifying moments until he had managed to get the upper hand. By the time
he had him on the ground and restrained, John was shaking from fear and
adrenaline while his prisoner kicked and swore beneath him. The surviving
victim was standing with his back against the wall staring in frozen horror at
his dead friend. It had taken John an eternity to convince him to call the
emergency services.
    He spent the rest of that night at the police station
repeating the events over and over again until they were satisfied. Apparently,
Mr. Frank Armstrong was a very dangerous man, running a major criminal organization.
He had been using two of the junior employees of MacAllister Accounting to help
him hide money. He was now under arrest and, thanks to his lawyer, he was aware
of John’s involvement in the night’s events.
    Which apparently put John on the endangered list.
    Since he owned the company, John’s father had inevitably
been informed and through him, his mother. When she had decided her only son
was at risk she had wanted him to move back to their palatial home immediately.
John hadn’t lived with his parents since before they had moved to the United
States and there was no way he was changing that now, security or not. But he
loved his mother and she was worried so he agreed to a compromise.
    That was his second mistake.
    So here he was on a small island resort near Hawaii with a
team of bodyguards, pretending he had no place better to be.
    Behind him John heard Robin call out his name and his body
reacted instantly, causing his recently calmed heart rate to soar. Why now? Why
this man? He saw Dan move back into the shadows as he turned to face his date.
Robin had stepped down off the porch and stood barefoot in the sand,
uncertainty warring with arousal on his face. Fingers toying with the top
button of his jeans, making John’s mouth water in anticipation of the hard
bulge straining against the zipper. Helplessly John walked back to stand in
front of him and with Robin’s three softly spoken words his resolve was broken.
    “Stay with me.”
    Robin took his hand and he followed him into the cool
darkness of the cottage before pulling him into his arms. John buried his face
in Rob’s hair, breathing the clean scent of him. His fingers itched to touch
him, uncover his body and feel Robin hard and naked against him. John’s cock
pressed against his fly, pulsing with the need to be gripped inside the other
man. On a shuddering breath, he met Robin’s gaze and spoke.
    “I wanted to do this right, treat you the way you deserve.”
    “This is what I deserve.” Robin nipped his ear, a quick
sharp pain. He pulled off his shirt and let it drop to the ground. “You.”
    Rob kissed him, thrusting his tongue into John’s mouth with
a slow, languorous carnality. John’s pulse pounded in his ears when Robin’s
hand moved down his body to cup his balls and squeeze gently.
    “Make love to me. Fuck me. ”
    John kicked the door shut behind them. Clutching Robin’s
firm ass in his hands, he brought their bodies together. Robin’s hard cock
pulsed against his own straining erection and he rocked his hips. John groaned
at the delicious friction and took them the few steps into the bedroom. Rob lay
down, hair tousled, the golden skin of his muscled torso glowing against the
white sheets. Desire warred with uncertainty in his eyes and John knew he
wasn’t anywhere near as confident as he pretended to be.
    “Are you sure this is what you want, leannan ?”
    Their eyes met and Robin nodded and pointed at John’s jeans.
A mischievous smile quirked his lips, all traces of uncertainty hidden.
    “Take them off.”
    John grinned and did as he asked, easing the zipper over the
taut bulge of his hard-on, hissing in relief as it sprang free of his
underwear. He stepped out of the jeans and briefs and closer to the bed, only
to be stopped by Rob’s foot on his thigh.
    “Not yet. Show me how you like to be touched.”
    Had he really thought Rob was unsure of himself? Right now
he looked anything but. Robin slid his bare foot along his thigh until his toes
were perilously close to John’s balls. John swallowed, throat suddenly dry.