Chapter 16
Travis
The morning sun glints off the city’s glass towers as I pull my unassuming black car into the top floor of the parking lot across from Knox & Rain’s office.
Higher ground.
Always an advantage.
Now to make it count…
The vantage point’s perfect—high enough to see the street below, the entrance to the building, and anyone coming or going.
Miles is in the passenger seat, his backpack on his lap, Bean safely tucked away. He’s in his work clothes—a crisp shirt, jeans, that tracker still tucked in his waistband—and his eyes sparkle as he fidgets, his gaze darting to the office building.
The memory of last night’s kiss, his soft giggles as I carried him to bed, lingers like a pulse under my skin, and it’s taking everything I’ve got to keep my mind on the mission.
Focus.
We’ve come this far.
We’re getting closer by the day…
I cut the engine, the silence settling between us, and turn to him, my voice steady but firm.
“Same deal as yesterday, Little,” I say, my voice controlled but warm.
“Act normal at work. Do your job, keep your eyes open for anything off. Files, conversations, anything tied to Obsidian Ventures or Kyle Knox. I’ll be up here, watching the comings and goings.
We need to know who’s involved in this mess. ”
Miles nods, his lips pressed into a thin line, but there’s a flicker of unease in his eyes. “I get it,” he says, his voice quieter than usual. “But… what about Knox? If he pulls that sleazy charm again, do I play along? Like yesterday?”
I grit my teeth, the thought of Kyle’s slimy hands anywhere near him sparking a possessive heat in my chest.
“If you have to flirt to get answers, do it,” I say, forcing the words out. “We both hate it, but it’s part of the play. Just don’t let him get too close.”
His eyes meet mine, soft but sparking with something bold.
“I understand,” Miles says, then leans closer, his voice dropping to a teasing lilt. “But just so you know, there’s only one man I want to flirt with.”
The words hit me like a shot, and a surge of animal passion roars through me, raw and unstoppable.
He wants me.
The boy’s eyes, all fire and mischief, tell me it’s true, and fuck, I want him too—have since that first night at the diner, since his sassy quips and those damn blushes that drive me wild.
The thought of Miles playing all smiles and giggles with Knox, even for intel, makes my blood boil with jealousy, a possessive need to claim the boy as mine.
My hands grip the steering wheel, knuckles white, and I lean toward him, our faces inches apart, the air between us electric.
“Careful, Little,” I growl, my voice rough with want. “You’re playing with fire.”
Miles smirks, undeterred, and closes the gap, his lips brushing mine.
“Maybe I like fire,” he whispers, and that’s it—I’m done.
I pull him in, kissing him hard, my hand cupping the back of his neck, his soft moan vibrating against my lips.
It’s hungry, desperate, all the tension of the past days pouring out—his sass, my restraint, the danger we’re in. His fingers dig into my shirt, and I deepen the kiss, tasting him, losing myself in his warmth.
“Fuck, boy, now you’re in trouble,” I growl, unbuckling my belt and yanking my trousers down, taking my briefs with them at the same time. “Give Daddy what he needs. Show me whose boy you are. Prove to me that what you say is true.”
I see Miles’ eyes widen as he takes in the sight of my rock-hard cock standing to attention, throbbing back and forth as it slaps against the bottom of my shirt.
“Yes, Daddy,” Miles giggles, his hands gripping the base of my shaft and his wet mouth immediately dropping down onto my wide, purple head. “Mmmmph. Tastes so… good.”
“Enough talking, swallow it all,” I growl, in no mood for any more games. “Be an obedient Little for Daddy.”
Miles gets to work just as I command, his tongue swirling as his mouth makes it way down to the bottom of my shaft, back up again, and then down once more.
I grunt my approval as he bobs, sucks, and slurps, his hands now pulling and stroking on my balls as his mouth works itself into overdrive.
We’ve held back for long enough, this feels right—and as my dick shudders and shoots its load deep into Miles’ hungry, hardworking mouth, I know that this needed to happen.
The boy will be in that office, playing the good obedient lawyer for his asshole of a boss, and I’m going to have to sit back and watch. At least now I know where his loyalties lie. The way Miles is giving me head… there’s no way he could be doing it like this unless he truly meant it.
“Make Daddy cum all the way home,” I command, my thighs and ass muscles tensing as I feel myself rapidly approaching the point of no return.
“Yes, D-D-D-D-Daddy,” Miles splutters, his mouth full of my girthy length and hot seed as it shoots the last of its pure-white ropes deep inside him.
Miles sucks one final time and pulls back, his face flushed red, and his lips glazed.
“OMG, I should get you jealous more often,” Miles giggles, swallowing once more and wiping his fingers across his lips. “Wow. That was… intense.”
I nod.
I want to say something, tell him how much I enjoyed it. But the words don’t come. Because as enjoyable as that way—and it was like no other blowjob I’ve experienced—I know that we both need to focus our minds back on the task at hand.
“Good boy,” I say, my voice a low rumble as I pull my briefs and trousers back up. “Now go to work and make Daddy proud. We’re going to crack this thing. Together.”
Miles smiles and nods, a look of determination and focus on his face.
“Together, Daddy,” the boy says, taking a tissue from the glove box and double checking his mouth and chin in the rearview mirror. “Together.”
I hope I’m not wrong, but our explosion of passion might have been what we both needed ahead of another day of subterfuge, high stakes, and hopefully no more stress than is absolutely required…
The car’s interior is quiet now, the engine off, the city’s morning hum muffled through the windows.
I’m alone on the top floor of the parking lot, my binoculars trained on the glass walls of Knox & Rain’s office across the street.
Miles is at his desk, his shirt hugging him in a way that makes my chest tighten.
He looks incredible—focused, fierce, every bit the lawyer he is, but with that Little spark I can’t stop thinking about. T
he memory of our kiss minutes ago—his lips soft and hungry, his body pressed against mine—still burns, and it takes everything to keep my head in the game. And of course there is the not so little matter of what followed…
I know he might have to flirt with Kyle Knox today, play his sleazy game to get answers, and the thought stings like hell.
But I trust him now.
After last night, his anger, his honesty about Knox, how what just happened between us sealed us as a team—I know he’s on my side.
I watch as Miles stands, grabbing a file, and disappears into a side room, out of sight.
I lower the binoculars, my jaw tight, and check the tracker app on my phone. His dot’s steady, still in the building.
Good.
I’m about to refocus when my phone buzzes, a secure message from Mr. G popping up. My gut clenches as I read…
MR. G: Travis, I respect your skills as a Guard, but going off-script with Cole and Max unsanctioned is a gamble. If this goes south, there will be consequences. Severe ones. I won’t ask if you understand, because I know full well that you do. Or at least I hope you do.
I stare at the screen, the words like a cold blade. Mr. G’s the shadow behind the Night Ops Guard, the one who calls the shots, and his trust is hard-earned, easily lost.
I type back, keeping it short:
TRAVIS: Understood. I’ll deliver.
But inwardly, my stomach churns.
If this mission—keeping Miles safe, unraveling Knox & Rain’s cartel ties—crashes, it’s not just my ass on the line. It’s my whole future with the Guard, potentially Cole and Max facing consequences too.
I think back to the missions that shaped me, the men who fought beside me. Symon, his laugh echoing in the jungle before Los Lobos cut him down. Kent, too eager, too young, gone in a spray of bullets.
The Guard’s a legacy, a brotherhood built on blood and loyalty, and the last thing I want is to stain that, to be the one kicked out for fucking up. The weight of it presses on my chest, stress creeping in like a fog.
A sharp tap on the window snaps me out of it.
I glance over, my hand instinctively moving to the Glock under my jacket, but it’s just Cole, holding two steaming coffee cups, his strong frame relaxed but his eyes sharp.
I unlock the door, and he slides into the passenger seat, handing me a cup.
“Black, no sugar,” Cole says, his voice low. “Figured you’d need it, sitting up here playing spy.”
I grunt, taking the coffee, the bitter warmth grounding me.
“Got anything new?” I ask, setting the binoculars on the dash.
Cole nods, pulling out his phone. “Rodrygo’s meeting Knox again tonight, some upscale bar downtown.
Got a lead on their money trail. Obsidian Ventures is funneling cash through a network of shell companies, straight to a cartel front in Panama.
Los Lobos reborn, no question. And Miles’ screenshots?
They’re gold. Dates, names, transfers—it’s enough to start building a case, but we need more to nail Knox. ”
I sip the coffee, my eyes flicking back to the office windows.
Miles is still out of sight, probably digging deeper into those files.
“He’s risking a lot,” I say, my voice quieter. “Knox is onto him, I can feel it. That sleaze yesterday, leaning in, touching his arm… he’s testing the boy, trying to keep him close. I wouldn’t put anything past that lowlife. Miles is in at the deep end.”
Cole raises an eyebrow, studying me.
“You’re getting protective,” Cole says. “More than usual.”
I scowl, but he’s not wrong.
“He’s in so damn deep, Cole,” I say. “That death threat, the trashed apartment—it’s all tied to this.
I trust him, but if Knox suspects he’s onto him…
” I trail off, the image of him with Knox yesterday—his smarmy grin, his forced smile—twisting my gut.
Not jealousy this time, just fear. He’s mine to protect, and I can’t lose him.
“Focus, man,” Cole says, his tone firm but not unkind. “We’ve got your back. Max’s tailing Rodrygo today, and I’m running down those offshore accounts. You keep eyes on Miles, keep him safe. We’ll get the proof we need.”
I nod, the coffee cup warm in my hands, but Mr. G’s warning lingers.
Failure’s not an option—not for the mission, not for the Guard, not for him.
I lift the binoculars again, scanning the office, willing Miles to stay sharp, to stay safe.
Miles is my Little, my partner in this mess, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone take him from me.