Chapter 2
Wraith
“Be right back.”
“Cool,” Specter says.
I’m already making my way through the bar, hoping to catch up to the sexy stranger.
My mission tonight was a complete fail, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make the best of this evening.
I was hoping he’d stay around long enough I could chat with him, but nope.
I’m gonna have to chase him. Lucky for me, that’s my specialty.
Outside, I find him crossing the lot towards the back and realize quickly that he’s going to cross the street again to the arena. I’m right on his heels when he spins around, his fists raised, ready to swing.
I put my hands up in surrender, a slight smile on my lips. “Whoa. Settle down, mate.”
“You’re following me?”
He’s right under a lamp, the light shining down and showing off just how gorgeous this man is. He’s got jet-black hair with a slight wave to it, dark eyes, and the most perfect fucking face I’ve ever seen. He’s also built like a brick house. My dick twitches with interest.
“I was, but not for anything bad.”
He glances around again, then lowers his fist. “You want an autograph or something?”
Smiling, I shake my head. “Was hoping to talk to you before you got away.”
“About what?” he growls, his eyes darting back and forth.
Fucking hell, he’s a beauty.
I chuckle. “I was gonna buy you a beer. Maybe get your name. Maybe offer to make you come.”
His brow creases as his mouth falls open. “What?”
“I think you heard me.”
He tilts his head slightly. “Thanks, but no. I’m not… That’s not…” He blows out a breath.
Oh. I see. “I must have read it wrong. I thought you would be interested.”
He swallows hard. “Based on what?”
Should I tell him his interest in me was really damn clear? I caught his gaze more than once and I know what lust looks like. “Just a vibe I got. I’m good at reading people.”
“Hmm. You were wrong. Sorry.”
“No worries.” I back away slowly, waiting for him to stop me. He will. If he really didn’t want me, he’d be gone already. “Nice game.”
“So you know who I am?”
“Not really. I just know which jersey you were in. First hockey game.”
He nods, his eyes darting around again. “If I said yes…?”
Knew it. “Our little secret,” I say, stepping closer again.
He holds my gaze for a moment, then tilts his head in the direction of the arena. Perfect. I have to hide my smile as I shoot off a quick text to Specter, telling him I’ll be a few minutes longer but all is well. Wouldn’t want him coming out here trying to find me.
We cross the street and the hockey player leads me to a dark blue luxury SUV. The doors click and beep as he unlocks them, but I don’t bother getting inside. I don’t need to.
I push him against the vehicle and slide my hand between his legs, grinning when I’m met with a lovely bulge in his expensive slacks. His hand hooks around the back of my neck, slamming our mouths together.
That’s what I’m talking about.
Our kiss is messy and awkward as we fumble with clothes, but once my hand is in his briefs, wrapped around his hot cock, I’m good. He shoves his hand into my jeans and grabs my dick, moaning into the kiss as we stroke each other off in a cold, dark parking lot.
It’s hot and heavy, but also fast, both of us chasing pleasure as quickly as possible.
His mouth is warm and tastes a bit like beer, but with a sweet undertone.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he pumps his hips, fucking my fist. His cock swells, hot and sticky with precum, and my mouth waters.
I’m almost tempted to get on my knees and suck him off, but his hand feels too good.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, his body tensing. “Gonna come. Fuck.”
“Yesss,” I whisper before biting his bottom lip.
He yelps, but his hold in my hair tightens as his body tenses.
My hand is flooded with hot, sticky cum, and that’s all it takes to drag me over the edge too.
My orgasm hits hard, and I hiss against his mouth as I spill into his hand.
He sags against me, held up by my body, and I press my forehead to his shoulder.
We’re quiet for a few seconds, and then I back away. He opens his car door and grabs some napkins from the console, handing me a few.
“Thanks.” I wipe my hand and then tuck myself into my jeans. “And thanks for that. It was fun.” I lean in and press a quick kiss to his lips before he can say anything else. “Not a word. I promise.”
Then I walk away, heading back to the bar. I didn’t find my target tonight, but I got off with a hot guy, so all in all, I’d say the night was a win.
I find Specter inside, nursing a beer and glancing around the bar.
Beside him are two women standing close enough that one of them brushes against him.
Grinning, I hang back and watch for a moment.
Specter is not only oblivious to all the attention his looks draw in, but there’s not another person in the world who could get him to look twice now that he’s got Colson.
He proves that when he doesn’t so much as glance at the woman who’s trying to casually, “accidentally” bump into him again. Guess I’ll save her the effort and intervene.
“Hey, man.”
Specter nods, setting his glass on the bar top. “All done?”
“All done. Ready to roll?”
“Excuse me,” the woman says, her eyes darting between me and Specter. Her friend is also looking at us now.
“Yeah?”
She smiles—obviously one of her finest attributes—and tucks a strand of silky, medium brown hair behind her ear. “Have you guys ever thought of modeling?”
Specter practically chokes on his spit while I jerk my head back. “Come again?”
The woman digs inside her tiny purse and produces a business card. “Modeling. I do photography and I’m always looking for new faces. You both have… quite a face.”
“Uh, we’re not models,” Specter says, even as his slightly raised eyebrows indicate his amusement. “But thanks.”
“Take the card anyway. In case you change your mind.”
Specter takes it, glancing down at it.
“Thanks, ladies,” I say, pulling Specter away.
He chuckles, sliding the card into his pocket. “Models.”
We both laugh as we head back to my car.
“We could do a calendar. Murder Buddies.” I gesture like a marquis sign.
Specter laughs even harder. “I told Colson as soon as one of you heard his nickname for us we’d run with it.”
“Because you know us, bror.” I clap his shoulder before crossing around the car to the driver’s side. “Thanks for enduring this with me.”
“It wasn’t bad. Hockey is a little exciting.”
“It is. I heard there are often fights, but it seemed pretty tame to me.”
“Our scale is probably skewed.”
I chuckle again, nodding as I start the car. “Good point.”
We drive for a few minutes before Specter asks, “Do you think Shadow’s intel was wrong?”
“Hopefully not. Maybe it was just an off night or something else came up. No one sat in those seats all night.”
“Do you know which player the target is related to?”
“Nope. Maybe it’s an educated guess from the client because the target only goes to home games and he sits in the same reserved seats. The seats are generic team spots.”
“That’s interesting in itself, right? Seems like someone’s going out of their way to protect someone’s identity.”
“Exactly. His surname doesn’t match any of the players either.”
“So what now? You keep stalking hockey games until he shows up?”
“I might have to. It’s all we’ve got so far. This guy is slippery.”
“Hmm. When’s the next home game?”
“Day after tomorrow.”
“Need a date?”
I smile. “You don’t have a job?”
“Not right now.” He taps my arm. “Can we swing by Segreto?”
“I’m already on my way.”
Specter smiles that truly genuine smile that only Colson seems to be able to produce, even when he’s just thinking about him. “So what were you doing outside at the bar?”
“I followed the hunk of sex in the fancy suit.”
“Uh, there were at least twenty guys in there fitting that description.”
I chuckle. “Fair, but I went after the dark, brooding one.”
“Again…”
“The one in the navy suit. Did you notice him? He was a little taller, a little broader, and a hell of a lot sexier than the others. Looked like a fucking owner.”
“Is he?”
“No idea, but I doubt it. He was ready to fight me when he realized I was following him. Pretty sure I saw him in a jersey earlier too.”
“And?”
“Jacked him off in the parking lot.”
Specter huffs a laugh. “You are something else. Only you could fit in a ten-minute sex break and come back looking like nothing happened.”
“Five minutes. He was ready.” I wink at my friend before returning my attention to the road.
“Was it good?”
Memories of his sweet mouth, his tight grip around my cock, and his throbbing erection in my hand rush back, causing me to clear my throat as my body heats.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Specter says, chuckling.
“It’s too bad I’ll never see him again. Probably.”
“Never know. If you have to become a hockey fan suddenly, your paths might cross again.”
I shrug. “Maybe.” Glancing at Specter, I decide to tease him a bit. “Don’t you miss the newness of a hookup?”
“Not even a little bit. Have you seen my husband?”
Husband. Damn. “There’s a word I never thought any of us would use to describe our own lives. Except Shadow. I thought Bellamy might lock him down.”
“Yeah, same, but I love being Colson’s husband. It’s like this weird feeling of connection and belonging that I don’t think could exist in another source.”
Smiling, I reach over and pat his thigh. “It’s nice to see.”
And it is. There was a time in my life when I wanted that whole picket fence dream.
Long before my life derailed and led me down this path.
It’s inspiring to see one of my brothers manage a serious relationship given what we do, but I have to be realistic.
Colson is unique. The odds of the rest of us meeting someone who would be cool with our profession are slim to none.
I pull into the parking lot at Segreto, ready to enjoy watching some sexy dancers—not a bad way to end the evening.
In two days, I’ll go back to the hockey game and hope tonight was just an anomaly.
I need to find the target. The sooner I get it done the sooner I get a new task.
There are worse things than hanging out at a hockey game, but now that I know the hottie on the ice exists, it could be distracting.
I need to stay focused and take care of this problem before it escalates. I can do that.
With my fucking eyes closed.