Page 61 of No Rules

Jesus, was that pride Ryan felt? It was, and what an unexpected sensation. But he couldn’t help it. Alex was doing so much better than Ryan had ever expected, taking to this line of work like a fish to water. How could he not be proud of him?

“Sounds about right. But we’ll start on that tomorrow.”

“We’re done for the day?” Alex’s face lit up.

“We are, baby boy.”

“So we can move on to…other things?”

Ryan licked his lips. “We sure can.”

“Good.” Alex whipped his shirt over his head, kicked off his shoes, and dragged down his pants and underwear, leaving that tan, sleek body on full display. “‘Cause I’m in a mood.”

Ryan swallowed, his cock hardening in an instant. “Are you, now?”

“I need you, Ryan.”

If there were more powerful words on the planet, Ryan wouldn’t know them. “I got you, baby boy.” He yanked down his jeans and underwear, letting them pool at his feet, and sat on the chair again. “Ride me.”

Alex didn’t hesitate but climbed onto his lap and lowered himself. Fuck, the look of concentration on his face as he took Ryan in inch by inch. He’d never looked more beautiful.

Ryan brushed a lock of hair off his forehead, then tipped his chin up. “Kiss me.”

And Alex did. The frantic sex Ryan had fantasized about all day turned into something else, a languid, slow exploration as they kissed and kissed and kissed while Alex rode him, rocking his hips and driving them higher and higher until they saw the stars.

What the fuck was happening here?

19

Wander had set high standards for his team, which meant they had to keep improving their skills. This included a monthly session at a nearby shooting range, and it was Alex’s favorite day of the month. He’d learned how to shoot as a young teenager—his father had wanted him to know how to handle firearms safely—and he’d not only taken a liking to it but had shown talent. All through high school and college, he’d competed in sharpshooting contests, and he’d loved it.

Ryan had claimed shotgun, so Alex sat in the back while Wander drove, but he didn’t mind. He was too excited to spend some time on the shooting range, and besides, he knew his place as the youngest team member. He’d managed to impress Ryan, a feat Alex was proud of, but he still had to earn his place on the team as a whole, and he was okay with that. At least on the shooting range, he’d be the best. Just like on the mat.

When they’d parked and were walking toward the entrance, Alex carrying his gun case, Wander slapped him on the shoulder. “You excited?”

Alex grinned. “Always, and you know it. Any day I get to fire a weapon in practice is a good day.”

“Let’s have some fun then.”

They signed in and made their way over to the lanes Wander had reserved. The shooting range sprawled out before them, a vast expanse of packed dirt and gravel dotted with targets at varying distances. The air was alive with the sharp crackle of gunfire, punctuated by the occasional metallic clang as a bullet found its mark on a steel plate. The heavy, acrid scent of gunpowder mixed with the cloying aroma of sweat, and a familiar thrill coursed through Alex’s veins.

“Connor!” Wander called out, and the two men who’d been walking in front of them turned around.

Alex recognized them right away. Connor and Josh were two guys they’d met on a previous assignment when they’d provided security for their extended family. They were all a bunch of kinky fuckers—by their own admission—and Alex had loved every second he’d spent in their house, watching all their sexual activities. Connor was a Dom, and Josh, his husband, was his sub.

But Josh also had a boyfriend, Indy, who was also married to a guy named Noah—General Flint’s son. What Noah and Connor were to each other, Alex had never managed to figure out. They all shared a bedroom, but other than that, he had no clue. Not that it mattered. They were good people, and that was what counted.

Connor, who had a similar standard gruff expression as Ryan, smiled. “Wander… It’s good to see you guys.”

They exchanged hugs and, in Ryan’s case, manly slaps on the back. The guy wassonot a hugger.

“Small world, huh?” Josh said as he hugged Alex. His slim build was a striking contrast to his husband’s bulky, muscular frame. “How have you been?”

“Good.” Alex let go of him. “Glad we got to stay in the area. I like it here.”

“You guys are still at Jesse’s house?”

“You know him?”