15. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
The car was a newer sedan, painted one of those reds that was so popular in the current era. It was perfect for the job. The V8 engine could move quickly enough to get away, if that was needed. And it would easily blend.
“I thought you guys didn’t like red cars,” Taran whispered in such a way Liam barely heard him.
“Why are you whispering?”
“I’m helping you commit a crime,” he hissed.
Liam chuckled and set the bag on the hood of the car. Taran ducked and Liam again had to ask him why. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I thought the alarm would go off.”
“This car didn’t come with alarms on the standard package.”
Taran was incensed. “How can you know that it’s the standard package?”
“The headlights,” he said simply, not choosing to explain further.
He took out the glass breaker and easily broke the driver’s side window. Again, Taran jumped, obviously expecting the alarm again. “Taran, stop.”
“Sorry, but how the hell are you so cool and calm?”
“Because. What’s the worst that can happen? We go to prison. You…you’d have a hard time as a cop and never being there, but you’d get through. Me, I’ve been there. It’s bad, and it sucks, but it’s the chance we take.”
Taran’s eyes were darting all over the parking lot. It was visibly obvious how scared he was.
Before he crawled into the car through the broken window, he threw Taran to the car, moving in to press him to the driver’s door. “Tell me the truth, Federal Agent. This is more exciting than anything you ever thought you’d do in the Bureau.”
Taran whimpered and his mouth clashed with Liam’s, beginning a kiss that warmed Liam through. He held Taran’s face and felt him shaking, felt his breathing, so fast, so shallow, and then no breathing at all as he kissed Liam desperately.
Longing, pure and beautiful, Taran gave him. He longed for what Liam had: the excitement, the thrill, and even the lawlessness. What better way to fight criminals than with more criminals?
Pulling away for a brief time, Taran’s words came on a rush of his exhalation, “They’ll come back out. They’re going to find us.”
“So let them,” Liam said, sure that the car belonged to an employee. The shift wasn’t over for hours.
But Taran didn’t need to know that. Let his excitement and fear overwhelm him. Let the quickening beat of his heart and the sweat trickling down his back remind him of what it was like to really be alive.
Like a kid, speeding down a hill on his bike, the wind in his hair, the pavement taunting him with pain, broken flesh and bone. Taking control of his life for that tiny moment in an otherwise long, uneventful life.
Liam unbuttoned Taran’s pants and shoved a hand inside, grabbing onto his rapidly stiffening cock, stroking slowly, but squeezing it hard enough to get a guttural moan from the man.
As his head fell to his shoulder, Taran was his. He was giving over his will to Liam, and Liam took it, holding him against that car as the night closed around them, making the world go far from their moment.
Biting Taran’s bottom lip, Liam watched his face go slack, felt the air flowing from him onto Liam’s wet lips. Taran’s cock was leaking liberally, his shaking from fear gone and replaced with his hips moving, grinding himself against Liam.
“That feels good, right? Anxious, scared, but a man puts his hand on your cock and instead of taking all that, the stress makes you feel it deeper.”
“God, Cosmo, stop, we need to go…”
“Shhh, don’t talk. Don’t breathe. Just feel my hand stroking you.”
Taran nodded in big circles. “Can’t…can’t breathe.”
“Good. You don’t need air, Taran. You need me. You need me to take you where you’ve never gone. You need me to make you feel good, make you struggle, cry, and laugh.”
Taran again pressed his lips to Liam’s, and there was a tiny, sweet sob there that warmed Liam’s heart and made him pull his face from Taran’s. “You need to come. Come for me.”
Crying out in a deep moan, Taran grabbed Liam around the neck and held tight, his hips moving frantically, and when he came, the hot cum heating Liam’s hand, Taran’s lips were on his neck. He felt the hatred of himself for being so into a criminal when his entire life had been to be a lawman.
“It’s okay to see things differently now, Taran.”
“Is it?”
Liam took out his hand, wiping it on his own jeans as he said, “Yeah.”
“It feels like my life’s been a lie.”
“Everyone’s life is a lie, baby. Mine was, then I had to see the truth, and I’m still hurting from it. But it can be okay, eventually.”
Taran’s eyes were hypnotic, and he stared so sweetly, yearning for help in his new reality. “I’ll take care of you until you get stronger on your feet. Go sit in the car. You can drive behind me, and if anything happens, drive off.”
As much as Liam saw him struggle with that, that he didn’t want to leave behind Liam, he did what he was told and went to the car, his head hanging. Into the bag he reached again, grabbing the ignition bolt. He got into the car again and bolted out the ignition lock.
He set in the heavy-duty screwdriver and started the car, looking over with a smile to Taran, who was smiling back and shaking his head.
He pulled out and Taran followed him in his car. Liam sat back behind the wheel, remembering himself.
Sure, he was just a kid when he’d started, but he hadn’t felt like a kid since he’d walked into a room to see his family lying dead all around it. The smell of shit and vomit so strong, it stung his nose before his eyes had taken in the horror.
That was the moment he stopped being a child and grew up into an adult that had no family, no tribe, no one in the world.
He’d placed a cloak around his heart at that moment, but the more he’d seen since getting out of prison, he knew the cloak shouldn’t just be around himself. It should be around others too. If he’d been older, if he’d been stronger, he could have cloaked his brothers and sisters. He could have told his mother to leave her husband and get help for her mental illness.
Abs came to mind, Goldie, Murphy and his kids. They were worth cloaking, and if it turned out that they weren’t? He’d just keep his cloak around him and Daiq. And maybe Taran…
He drove the car to the park down the street from Murphy, and he and Taran met in the back of Murphy’s Pub. “I have to do one tomorrow too, but you can skip that one.”
“Gee, how gracious of you.”
“I know, I’m the best. Go get some rest,” he said, then kissed Taran tenderly.
When he got to his room, he saw the sweetest sight he may have ever seen. Abs was asleep in his bed, Daiq was curled into a ball and Abs curled around him. Daiq lifted his head, yawned widely, and Liam said, “Go back to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”