Trust And Obey

Painted Hearts Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 80,263
1 Ratings (5.0)

For the past few years, Landry has been able to tuck the horrors of his past into a nice, neat compartment inside his head. He’s been focused on his future instead of dwelling on a past he can’t change. All this changes when Jericho Brookes struts into his life. Piece by piece, Brookes tears down the walls surrounding Landry’s heart – leaving him raw and vulnerable. Every time they’re together, Landry opens up more…gives more. Can Brookes be trusted with Landry’s heart?

When Landry’s past comes calling, will Brookes be friend or foe?

Trust And Obey
1 Ratings (5.0)

Trust And Obey

Painted Hearts Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 80,263
1 Ratings (5.0)
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Brookes leaned his hip against the railing of his hotel balcony as he talked into his cell. His eyes kept scanning the tourists walking the streets as he looked for anybody that looked vaguely familiar. He’d been on the island for a little over a month but he’d only run into Colton twice, Jagger once, and Landry zero times. To say he was disappointed would be an incredible understatement.
He’d been spying on the kid for the best part of thirty days but it’d been from afar. He didn’t want to spook the beauty and send him scampering into hiding before he was able to fulfill his duty to his boss. Spread across his bed was a folder of information on Haven and Landry. There were pictures but not one damn one of them did the club owner justice…and the pictures were beautiful.
He stepped back into the room and reached down to adjust the bulge between his legs. It was a habit he’d grown accustomed to ever since he’d first laid eyes on Landry Evans. From the other side of the phone, his boss was droning on and on about his mission but he’d quit listening well over seven minutes ago. He knew what his job was and didn’t need to be reminded of it each and every damn time they were on the phone together. He rolled his eyes when the boss man started all over again with the plan. Knowing this call wasn’t going to end any time soon, he started stripping his clothes away. Out of respect, he’d try to hold off jacking off to a picture of Landry while he was on the phone with the man that was paying for this entire mission but if he didn’t wind down soon, he was going to literally have to take matters into his own hands. Thoughts of Landry, pictures of Landry, and listening to his boss saying Landry’s name over and over again had his cock hard and leaking.
Fuck, he had it bad for his latest mark. Nothing good could come from that, he suspected. He was breaking the number one rule of his job. Don’t ever let it get personal. Go in, do your job, and disappear. It should’ve been easy, it always was before. This time, however, he’d found himself lost in the “story” of Landry Evans. His history was tragic and Brookes had a hard time imagining the boy living on the streets, selling his beautiful body to every fucking pathetic piece of crap that paid him for it. He knew how at only fifteen years of age, he’d escaped from a religious retreat that was intent on getting the gay out of him—one way or another. That boy, Brookes was certain, had been brave and idealistic. He was also sure it hadn’t taken the streets long to destroy those characteristics. The pictures he’d taken of Landry did very little to hide the sadness that lingered in his slanted eyes. The lips, puffy and sexier than hell, were usually forming a sultry smile, but those eyes were still sad.
As his eyes slid across the room and landed on a picture of Landry signing for a shipment of club furniture, he realized this job was going to be so very different than all the ones before it. Landry had captured his attention and was making him want things he had no business wanting.
Question was, when it all came down to the final scene, would he be able to hand Landry over to his boss and walk away?

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