Chapter 12
The mission doesn’t go well. The submissive they were trying to find has disappeared and the police have a report about an altercation in the same location the submissive was last seen.
A seventy-five-year-old woman heard shouting outside her window and looked down into the alley below.
She reported seeing five men attacking one man.
She went to call the police and when she returned to the window, everyone was gone.
No one else reported a damn thing.
Graham wants to go home. If there’s no one for him to talk to, then why is he here? “I’ll be back. I’m gonna check in,” he says, and he walks away from the group. He pulls out his phone and calls Fein.
“How much longer?” he demands as soon as the man answers.
“And good day to you too, Knox,” he says, and Graham almost tells him to shove the sarcasm up his ass. Which is definitely a sign of just how far gone he is.
“We’ve got an area we want you and your team to check out and then we’ll call it. We’re sending the coordinates through now. Check in with your commanding officer when we hang up.” There’s a pause. “Unless you need me to pull you out now?”
“No,” he says, voice firm. “I can make it.”
“Good. I’m pleased with your recovery time. I know it wasn’t ideal sending you out again so soon. I heard an earful from both the doctor and Berringer.”
“I’ve worked for you for a long time. I want time with him.”
Fein grunts. It’s as close to an apology as Graham will ever get.
“I’m in the middle of arranging Berringer’s transfer.
But it isn’t done yet. The army doesn’t like to trade good Dominants.
Berringer is expensive but worth it. I want you functional.
There won’t be too many more missions where you’re on your own. ”
His heart clenches just from hearing the name and his eyes burn with unshed tears. Tears? He needs Colton. It’s pitiful, pathetic, but the man is all he can think about.
“Thank you,” he says, unable to say anything else. Colton will join them and be his Dominant permanently? “What does he think of that?”
“Why don’t you ask him yourself? He’s in a conference room going over the legal documents now.”
“He’s there?” he asks, and he actually squats down to the ground and leans against the side of the wall. He tries to breathe evenly as he processes the information.
“How about I patch you through?”
“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
Fein’s voice is kind. “Hang in there. We’re gonna get all this resolved. I’m glad we’ve finally found someone you connect with.”
And then there is some kind of hold music. There’s a few clicks and then the line crackles, someone speaks, and he can’t even tell what they’re saying it’s so fucking garbled. Then there’s another click and he thinks they’re gone. The call dropped. He wants to scream.
“This is Berringer,” he suddenly hears, clear as a bell.
“Colton?” Graham asks, which is stupid because of course it’s him, but he had nothing else to say.
“Graham. How are you, sweetheart?” he asks, and he’s so calm and protective sounding. His voice washes over Graham, deep and concerned.
“I’m…” And this is where he should lie. He should say that he’s fine because he can endure anything.
Or he should say he’s fine because he doesn’t really know Colton beyond the two times they’ve met up.
Or maybe he should say he’s fine because it’s not like there’s anything Colton can do, so why bother him?
It sucks and he’ll get through this and then it will be over.
“You know what I want?” Colton asks, and Graham hears a door shut, just knows that he now has complete privacy.
“No. I have no idea.” He closes his eyes so he can concentrate on the words and the way they’ll sound coming out of his mouth.
“I want you to be honest with me. I want to be your exception for everything. I want you to give me more of you than you give anyone else. I promise I won’t betray your trust. I’ll do my damnedest. Alright?”
“Alright.” He has to repeat it because the word was silent the first time he said it.
“Good. Wonderful. So I’m going to ask you again. How are you?”
He swallows hard. It was a lot easier to agree before he had to actually do it.
“I… I wish I was with you back home.” And just that little bit of honesty, of putting some weight onto Colton and trusting him, makes Graham feel a little calmer and more clear-headed.
“Wish I hadn’t had to leave when I did.”
“I know, me too. As soon as you’re back, I’ll use you so hard and well, sweetheart.”
He wants to punch the wall. He doesn’t. “I don’t know when I’ll be back.
Maybe… maybe twenty-four hours? Maybe less, but that’s what I’m telling myself.
I can make it twenty-four hours.” There’s a pain in his scalp and he realizes it’s because he’s gripping his hair too hard.
He lets go, brushes it down. “We have an area to investigate, I guess. The submissive we’re looking for was gone by the time we got here.
We’ve been lucky so far. No injuries.” He clears his throat.
“What if it goes wrong and it’s days before I’m back? ”
What a stupid thing to say! He just told Colton it’d be twenty-four hours or less. Why is he so worried?
“Graham,” Colton says, voice low. And he just knows that if Colton was there in person he’d have Graham wrapped in his arms and would be holding him tight. “It won’t be that long. But if you need to come back, we can get you out of there.”
“I’m fine. I won’t drop completely,” he confesses. “But I might be in rough shape by the time I get to you.”
“What do you mean drop completely?” His voice is hard.
“I dropped already. Yesterday. My levels got too low. Went almost comatose. They’ve given me something.
And now they have to keep giving it to me.
Every six hours. I’m worried about it. I shouldn’t be because they say it’s fine, but…
each time I feel worse. It’s like my blood is burning from whatever the drug is.
And, you know, maybe I should trust doctors considering what science has made of me, but I don’t. ”
“You need to be pulled out. I should be with you.”
“No. They need me. I can do this. I was just… complaining, I guess. Wanting support or I don’t know.”
A heavy sigh is loud in Graham’s ear. He feels it down his back to his ass, his hole clenching on nothing. It’s an odd, disturbing feeling.
“If you drop and they have to save you, you won’t be happy either. And if you get hurt, then what?”
He shakes his head. Doesn’t think about the fact that Colton can’t see it.
“I want to talk to the doctor and know what you’re on. How best I should take care of you when I get you back.”
He smiles. Feels a little glow of warmth in his chest as Colton talks about him possessively. “You can do that. Whatever you want to know about my history is fine with me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. Especially if… You don’t have to join Whitestone, you know. Certainly not for me.”
“I’ve agreed, Graham. I want this. It’s just interagency wrangling now.”
“You don’t even know me. What happens when you change your mind? Make sure you negotiate a way out for yourself,” he forces himself to say.
“That isn’t something I’m thinking about. I’m saying yes to everything they put in front of me. You’re meant to be mine.”
“Promise?” His breath catches in his throat as endorphins flood through him.
“You don’t even know. You’re all I’m thinking about. It’s terrifying how much I want you.”
The first hint of calm he’s had in days washes over him.
“I know. I feel it, too.” Desire is suddenly alive and demanding within him.
“Please, Colton. What do you want? When I see you again,” he asks, blushing.
He looks around, sees no one. It’s just him in a dead-end alley with a dumpster large enough to conceal him.
He goes behind it and sinks back down to the ground, feeling secure enough (well, horny enough) that he drops a hand down over his crotch, gently cupping himself.
Just his luck he’ll get jumped as he tries to rub one out.
Might be worth it.
“Fuck, Graham. Everything. Will you let me be inside you?”
He nods, thumbing the head of his cock absently. “I have privacy. I want to… Will you tell me what to do?”
“So shy. When did you come last?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Tell me the truth.”
“Not since I saw you,” he whispers. “I usually can’t. But, with you, I want to try.”
“Do you have five minutes?” he asks, purring the words. The hair on Graham’s arms stands up and he grips his cock hard.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to come for me?”
“Yes. Oh yes.”
“How sweet you sound. You hungry for me? Cause I’ve gotta tell you, sweetheart, that my cock sure misses you. Your mouth, fucking hell. I’m in the bathroom now, Graham. I’m unbuttoning my pants and stroking myself and it should be your hand on me.”
“I know,” he says, anguished.
“You’d make me come so hard, wouldn’t you, angel?”
“Yes, Sir.” He wishes he could take it back.
“Oh, I’m Sir now. I like that.” The way he says it, the hitch in Colton’s breathing, can only mean that he is really touching himself. “I keep thinking about that night. I shouldn’t have let you go to sleep. I should have fucked you.”
Graham agrees. He feels incomplete, almost unwanted. “You were tired. It’s alright.”
“No, actually you were tired. I wanted to fuck you into the mattress but was trying to be a gentleman and wait. Thought I’d let you get some rest and in the morning we’d get up and have breakfast, get you ready for me and then spend the day in bed.”
“Who said I wanted a gentleman?” he jokes.
“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t because that’s over. I’ll be taking everything from you just as soon as I get you alone.”
God, he fucking hopes so. “What if I’m tired?” he asks, the tone of his voice undoubtedly indicating what he hopes the answer is.
Colton growls. “I don’t care. I need you. Need to put my cock in you.”