Deadly Rendezvous
(Book 3 of Danger Games)
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2012 by A. D. Cooper
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Table of Contents
Excerpt from Fucking the Big Bad Wolf (Gay Erotic Fairy Tales #1)
Excerpt from Orgy Next Door (Gay Erotic Encounters #1)
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Deadly Rendezvous
The muted but familiar buzzing woke Michael with a start. His cell phone, he realized.
He reached out to search for his phone, but the heavy arm that wrapped itself around his waist limited his range of motion. He tried to dislodge Damien’s arm but the other man refused to let go. Damien held him in tighter, making a soft sound of protest as he did so.
Michael sighed, twisting around to give Damien a gentle kiss before trying again. “Just the phone,” he whispered, and got a soft grunt as an answer.
His phone had stopped buzzing by the time Michael picked it up. It showed three missed calls and a voicemail, all from Doyle. Sighing again, Michael shuffled gently out of bed and strolled out completely nude to the living room before hitting the voicemail button.
“Michael, this is serious, man. You need to call me back ASAP! It’s about your boy-toy Damien! If you don’t, I’m not kidding, man, shit’s gonna hit the fan. Call me!” The message was short, but Doyle sounded like he was freaking out.
Okay, Doyle always sounded like he was freaking out, but this sounded more… urgent?
And it had something to do with Damien? Michael frowned and pressed the button to dial back.
“Doyle.” Michael spoke softly into the phone, not wanting to disturb his still-sleeping lover.
“Michael!” Michael could hear the relieved sigh from the other side. “Oh, thank God you finally called.”
“What is it?” Michael asked, suppressing a yawn. “You said something about shit hitting the fan, and something about Damien?”
“Dude, what the hell were you thinking man!?”
“What the hell was I thinking about what?” Michael hissed. “It’s fucking three in the morning, Doyle. Use your words!”
“Dude, remember that contact-cam I had you test?”
“Yeah?” Michael ran a hand up and down his face in frustration. “What about it?”
“Well, it works. I can now run facial recognition as long as I have a signal from the micro-transmitter.” Doyle sounded proud amidst his panic.
“Okay… That’s great. And?”
“That’s the problem, Michael! I ran the faces yours picked up at the reception, and Damien popped up.”
Michael’s hand froze at Doyle’s words. Shit, he’d forgotten about that.
“…I was like ‘how could this be? He wasn’t on the guest list,’ so I did some digging…” Doyle caught himself rambling, and swallowed before he continued. “Damien’s an operative from another agency, Michael.”
“I know. He told me.” Michael said quietly with a sigh.
“You knew?” Doyle’s voice rose by an octave, and Michael had to pull the phone away from his ear so he wouldn’t go deaf. “And you’re still sleeping with him?”
“Calm down, Doyle.”
“What do you mean ‘calm down’? I’m not going to fucking calm down. Do you know what kind of security breach that is?”
“Doyle, you’re yelling again.” Michael pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know.”
“The man says he knows.” Michael could almost see Doyle throwing up his arms in defeat on the other end of the call.
“Doyle, listen to me,” Michael said after taking a deep breath to calm himself. “You’re going to go back to your lab right now, delete those pictures, and clear any trace of ever doing that search.”
“You do realize what you’re asking me to do, right?” Doyle asked grimly after a brief moment of silence. “We technically work for the government. That could get both of us in serious trouble! Like treason kind of trouble!”
“I do.” Michael said flatly. “Just do it.”
“Fine, if anyone finds out, you’re on the hook.”
“I know.”
“What about him?”
“What about him?”
“He knows you’re a…”
“Yeah.” Michael sighed. “He knows.”
“Shit, Michael!” Doyle groaned.
“Doyle, it’s just the two of us and now you. No one else knows, so if you keep this quiet, we’ll be fine.”
“Where have I heard that before?” The exasperation in Doyle’s voice was unmistakable. “You owe me big time for this, Dude.”
“I know.” Michael grinned. “That just makes us even, though.”
“Fuck you.” Doyle snorted.
“Find your own boyfriend for that. I’m going to back to bed,” Michael quipped. “Get that record cleared, go home and get some sleep.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
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“Who was that?” Damien asked with a grunt, rolling over to drape his arm back over Michael’s waist. He nuzzled his lover’s shoulder, taking in the man’s scent, mixed with sweat and the aftermath of sex.
“Doyle,” Michael answered with a sigh, settling into Damien’s arms. The pre-dawn beachfront was quiet and still, except for the light breeze blowing in through the windows. Damien held him tighter when he shivered at the chilled air.
“Friend of yours?” Damien asked again, peppering Michael’s shoulder with kisses. They’d spent most of the previous day after Damien’s arrival reacquainting themselves with each other’s body, only stopping for food eaten mostly naked in bed.
He remembered passing out with Michael snug in his arms like a body pillow after the… third round? And it’d been early in the day then. He was mostly awake now that he’d had enough sleep, and Damien could feel his morning wood began to build even if his ass was still sore. Couldn’t really blame him though, Damien grinned at the thought—not when he had the warm, hard and sexy body of his lover right next to him.
“You could say that.” Michael chuckled. “He’s the tech who gave me the pills that caused my hard-on back in Monte Carlo.”
“You mean the boner you sported all through the three drinks it took for you to finally let loose enough to ask me back to your room?” Damien licked his way up to the sensitive spot right where Michael’s head met his neck before whispering into Michael’s ear. “I think I should thank him, or something.”
“Hmm…” Michael let out an appreciative moan at the way Damien moved on to nipping at Michael’s jaw. “He’s too wired on Red Bull as it is; don’t think it’d be a good idea to scare the crap out of him.”
“You calling me scary, love?” Damien whined in his fake-British accent.
Michael rolled his eyes. “Doyle just scares easily.”
“What did he want?” Damien’s hand moved its way from Michael’s waist, up then back down his side, before fingers began to stroke firmly over Michael’s chiseled abs. “It’s…” Damien glanced over at the watch he’d left on the bedside table then sighed. “It’s not even four in the morning.”
“I had a hidden camera on me when I was in London. It was a prototype that Doyle had asked me to test in the field. It had pictures of you at the Turkish Embassy. Now, before you go into a panic—” Damien tensed up at Michael’s words but the other man gripped Damien’s biceps tightly so he couldn’t move much. “It wasn’t connected to any of our internal systems other than Doyle’s testing platform, and I had him erase all the records of your identity on the server.”
“Shit.” Damien hissed his curses, but the tension began to bleed out of his body when Michael began to run a hand over his arm. He buried his head into the small space between Michael’s head and shoulder, letting his lover’s scent calm him. “So he knows who I am and what I do?”
“He won’t say anything.” Michael turned his head, pressing his lips into Damien’s hair for a kiss. “He owes me.”
“Can we trust him though?”