Clint (MM)

Men of Might 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 42,156
36 Ratings (4.7)
[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, shape-shifter, M/M, HEA]
Clint Might never dreamed when he rescued a kidnapped girl that he would also find the man of his dreams, but pursuing the handsome detective was a really bad idea. When trouble brings them together, Clint has to decide whether to share his secret with the man or let him go for good.
Detective Bobby Allen was tired of fighting so hard to solve crimes when everything he does seems wrong. When he's questioned about a man who rescued him and then left him after a kiss that shook him to his toes, Bobby sees it as a chance to find out more about the mysterious man, and maybe get more than a kiss.
But there's a mystery surrounding the Might brothers, one Bobby is desperate to solve. When Clint's secret is finally revealed, it brings a threat with it that could kill them before they even have a chance to admit their feelings. Only by working with together can they stay alive long enough to admit they are perfect for each other.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Stormy Glenn is a Siren-exclusive author.


Clint (MM)
36 Ratings (4.7)

Clint (MM)

Men of Might 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 42,156
36 Ratings (4.7)
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Cover Art by Jess Buffet and Melody Simmons




Detective Bobby Allen lifted his head and peered up at the light hanging from the ceiling. It was one of those industrial lights, long and metal with a tube-shaped bulb thing. It was also extremely bright.

He tested the ropes keeping him tied to the chair. They were around his wrists and his legs. They were holding tight. He didn’t feel any give in them. Every time he moved his wrists, the rough ropes grated against his skin.

Bobby sighed as he tilted his head back and stared up at the ceiling. “This is what you get for following your gut, you schmuck.”

He had just walked into the restaurant for lunch, nothing more. He should have eaten and left. Easy peasy. But no, he had to see a man standing by the back kitchen door that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Instead of leaving it alone, he had gone out to his car and waited until dark when the restaurant had closed.

And then he did something truly stupid. He started snooping around.

Bobby knew he should have learned his lesson from the last time he had started snooping around. Not only had he been called off the case he’d been working, but he’d been transferred to another division and a letter of reprimand had been placed in his file.

He’d never get promoted.

He still believed he had been following a good lead when he went looking for Dominick Eli and Patrick O’Leary. Both men were wanted for questioning in the death of a young woman who had been the surrogate for O’Leary’s son. Her body had been found floating in San Diego Bay a week after she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Eli and O’Leary, plus the infant, had all disappeared.

Bobby had full belief that they were still out there somewhere, and he was still looking for them. He just couldn’t follow normal channels to do it. If he got caught looking into the case again, he’d lose more than his job. He’d probably do time.

Of course, if he didn’t figure a way out of here, doing time would be the least of his worries. He still wasn’t sure who the guys were that had jumped him, but they had been crazy pissed. One of them had taken quite a bit of delight in slicing little lines down Bobby’s arms. He looked as though he had tried to fight off a weed whacker.

He didn’t look as if he had won the fight, but it sure explained why the light was so bright and his head was woozy. He was slowly bleeding out.

Bobby’s head snapped up when he heard the door handle turn. He really hoped it wasn’t the guys coming back to finish the job. He wasn’t expecting the man who stepped inside the room and held a finger up to his lips.

He especially wasn’t expecting the guy to be so damn good looking. The man had a rugged look about him, almost as if he could toss someone up against the wall and make their toes curl.


If the man’s massive height didn’t do it for Bobby—and it did—the muscles rippling under his dark clothing would have. The short sandy brown hair and neatly trimmed beard didn’t hurt either.

Bobby’s jaw dropped when the man squatted down next to him and pulled out a knife before starting in on the ropes tying Bobby to the chair.

“My name is Clint,” the guy said in a very low tone. “I’m here to get you out.”


The grin was surprising. “Yes, I know. The little girl told me.”

Bobby’s heart slammed in his chest. The second his hands were free, he grabbed at Clint’s shoulder. “We have to get her. They’re holding her for ransom.”

“Already done.” Clint started cutting at the ropes on Bobby’s ankles. “I got her out before coming for you.”

Bobby blew out a relieved breath. “Oh, thank god.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Clint said. “We still need to get out of here.”

The ropes snapped and Bobby went to stand up only to find that his legs weren’t as steady as he had hoped. They trembled so much, Bobby had to sit back down. He chuckled nervously. “Getting out of here might be harder than we thought.”

“Come on, I’ll help you.”

Bobby tried not to lean too much into Clint when the man wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him to his feet, but he smelled so good. It wasn’t aftershave. There was no chemical signature. It was something else, something wild. Bobby liked it. He knew he probably shouldn’t. He was being rescued, not hooking up for a date.

“How do we get out of here?” he asked, trying to distract himself from that wonderful smell.

“I haven’t figured that part out yet,” Clint said. “But I’m working on it.”

Bobby heard a crash from out in the hallway. “Work faster.”

When the door started to open, Clint pushed him behind the door. Bobby grunted as he hit the wall. Clint was a lot stronger than he looked.

He heard a quiet gasp and then Clint was pulling one of Bobby’s captor’s into the room and lowering him to the floor.

“Shit! Did you kill him?” As much as these guys deserved a little payback, Bobby was still a cop and killing was still against the law.


Bobby frowned. “What are you looking for?”

Clint was going through the man’s pockets.

“Anything that can tell us who these guys are working for.”

Bobby’s eyebrows rose. “You think there’s someone higher up than these morons?”

Clint glanced up. “You said it. They’re morons. There has to be someone higher up, pulling their strings.”

Okay, that actually made sense.

“Are you a cop?” Bobby asked.


Bobby waited for more, but Clint didn’t say anything else, which kind of pissed Bobby off. The one-word responses were getting irritating.

Bobby’s jaw dropped when the man handed him the gun he took off the kidnapper. He hadn’t seen a weapon on Clint, so it didn’t make sense to give up the only one he had.

Just who was this guy?




“So.” Bobby’s stomach rolled with nervousness. “About that kiss...”

Clint chuckled. “Want another one?”

The man winked when Bobby looked up.

Bobby swallowed hard. “Maybe.”

Clint raised an eyebrow. He took a healthy swig of his beer before setting it down. Anticipation and arousal flooded every ending in Bobby’s body when Clint stood up and walked over to him. Breathing became optional when the man straddled him.

Bobby groaned when Clint settled down right over his aching erection. He quickly grabbed Clint’s hips to keep the man from moving. Just the feeling of Clint’s body pressed against his, with nothing but a few pieces of material separating them, was enough to make him ache so much he was ready to blow.



God, the way Clint said his name. Had anyone ever made it sound so erotic?

“Please tell me you’re a switch.”

Oh god.

“I am.” Bobby could take it or give it. Both were pleasurable to him.

Clint grinned. “Fantastic.”

Bobby hoped that meant Clint liked to receive as much as he liked to give. “You?”

“As long as I know I’m being fucked by a man, I can go either way.”

Bobby had no idea what to do with that statement. “Huh?”

“Patrick is cute and all, but I like knowing I have a man in bed with me. I like muscles and hair and all the things that make men into men.”

Bobby gulped. “I have hair.” He pulled his shirt up to show Clint the hair on his chest.

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about.”

Clint grabbed the hem of Bobby’s shirt and pulled it up over his head. “Now, we just have to get you out of your jeans.”

Bobby kicked off his shoes and then reached for the zipper on his pants. Clint pushed his hands away.

“Allow me.”

Oh god.

Bobby’s cock throbbed against his zipper as it was slowly lowered.

“A man who goes commando.” Clint grinned up at him. “I approve.”

Clint stood and then scooted back to grab the bottoms of Bobby’s jeans. Bobby lifted his ass up, allowing Clint to slide his pants down and free. Just as quickly, Clint was back, straddling Bobby’s thighs.

Bobby cast Clint a nervous glance, blushing when he saw the hungry look Clint was giving him. He swallowed tightly at the feel of Clint’s hard cock pressing against him through the man’s jeans.

Clint slowly licked along Bobby’s jawbone. He nipped his way up Bobby’s chin to his mouth, paying special attention to his lips. Bobby groaned when Clint played a game of hide-and-seek with his tongue, shooting in to touch him then back out, making Bobby chase him until Bobby was fairly shaking.


“Yeah, Bobby? What do you want, baby, tell me,” Clint whispered against Bobby’s lips.

“Please, I…need you naked…need to feel you in me.”

Clint suddenly sat up, his fingers going to the buttons on his shirt. “All you had to do was ask, Bobby.”

Bobby’s eyes were heated, intent, as he watched Clint slowly unbutton his shirt and pull it from his body. He mapped out every inch of skin being revealed, hungry to taste it all.

Clint stood to his feet, still straddling Bobby’s body. Bobby watched with absolute fascination as Clint slowly lowered the waistband of his jeans. One leg lifted, then the other. Finally, Clint stood over Bobby totally naked.

“Fuck me!” Bobby whispered as he gazed at Clint naked for the first time. There was just no way to describe the vision before him.

Clint gradually lowered himself back over Bobby, both of them groaning when their bodies met, skin to skin, for the very first time.

“Oh yeah, that’s good,” Bobby whispered as Clint’s body skid against his.

Clint leaned over Bobby, resting on his arms. He slowly lowered his head until Bobby’s nipple was pressed up against Clint’s mouth. Clint licked at the tight nipple, manipulating it with his tongue.

Bobby groaned, his arms shaking with his need. When Clint turned his head and took the other nipple into his mouth it was more than he could take. He grabbed Clint by the hair and pulled until their lips met.

It was a rough, savage kiss, filled with longing and need.

“Need you…” Bobby murmured against Clint’s mouth, nipping at his lips. His hips lifted, grinding his cock against Clint’s ass.

Clint lifted his head and smiled down at Bobby. “Then you can have me.” He reached down to the ground and grabbed his jeans, pulling out a condom and single-use lube packet.

Clint opened the package of lube and poured some out onto his fingers. Clint dropped the packet onto the ground, winking at Bobby before his face went serious. “You want to watch me get ready?”

“Oh, hell yes!” Bobby hissed.

Clint turned around until his was again straddling Bobby’s body, this time his ass was near Bobby’s face. Bobby couldn’t restrain himself. He leaned over and flicked his tongue across one rounded butt cheek.

When Clint shuddered against him, Bobby grabbed Clint’s ass cheeks and pulled them apart. He ran his tongue across Clint’s puckered hole. Clint’s body jerked several times as the man groaned.

Bobby cried out when Clint lowered his mouth over his cock and sucked in, lavishing Bobby’s cock with his tongue. Clint repeated this motion several times until Bobby was squirming and groaning for him to stop.

“Clint…please…I’m gonna blow. You have to stop!”

Clint lifted his head and smiled over his shoulder at Bobby. All the air left Bobby’s lungs when Clint slowly inserted a finger into his own hole. He fingered himself for several moments before adding a second one.

“Damn, that’s pretty, baby,” Bobby said as he watched. “Does it feel good?”

Clint grinned as he nodded. “Oh yeah. But it’s going to feel so much better when you do this.”

Clint added a third finger and moved it around, in and out repeatedly, until he was stretched. He turned his body around until he was facing Bobby once again.

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

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