Eternal Souls - Wanton Renegade Part 4

"Grandfather," he called, trying to get his attention through the window. He didn't look at him once. He said something to Donovan and then turned and walked away. "Grandfather, help me," he cried out. "I've injured my back. He's got my vehicle. Don't leave me here with this jerk off!"

The "jerk off," was at the door now. He opened it, pressed some numbers into a pocket computer he carried and the belt slipped off. "Get out," he barked. "Hurry up."

Tyler scrambled out of the craft, glaring at him. "I want to go to my room. I want to go to bed."

Bryce grabbed him by the arm and marched him across the roof. They went in the parking door and then through a narrow pa.s.sageway Tyler had never seen before.

"Hey," he protested, "where in h.e.l.l are we going? The elevator down is that a way," he jerked his body around only to be roughly turned back again.

"Yes, but your prison is this a way," Donavan said, showing him a flash of white teeth.

"I've never been here before," Tyler grunted.

"It's an emergency escape route in case you are ever attacked. It leads to a room under the structure, a room no one can get into or out of."

He pulled him along to the end where they faced a concrete wall.

"Think you need a lesson in directions, Commander. We seemed to have reached a dead end," Tyler snickered.

Suddenly he gasped as the wall slid open. A secret elevator appeared. Donovan pushed a code and it opened. "Get on," he growled, pushing him into the elevator. They began to descend at a dizzying speed.

Tyler swayed a bit. Bryce placed his hand on his shoulders to steady him.

When the door opened, a large room appeared. A huge bed, a viewing screen and a well stocked supply of food and drink. Off to the side was a bathroom with a shower and a toilet.

"Gee, all the comforts of home," Tyler quipped.

Bryce removed the handcuffs and threw them aside.

"All right, joke's over now," Tyler said. "I learned my lesson."

A concrete wall slid over the elevator. Tyler shivered.

"Take your clothes off," Bryce told him.

"What?"

"You heard me, take them off. You're used to parading your wares so it shouldn't be too much of a leap for you. Come on, let's go. I don't have all night."

Tyler's c.o.c.k twitched. He grinned. Now, he got it. Ryan and Pete had set this up. They had found the perfect man and wanted to treat him to something special. He relaxed. It was a belated birthday gift.

Bryce removed his helmet and unzipped his jacket. Underneath he wore a snug fitting white tee-shirt that hugged his bulging biceps and pectorals.

As Bryce removed his jacket, Tyler licked his lips. "Now that should be illegal," he said, running his gaze over his chest.

His muscles rippled across his broad chest as he stretched out his arms. "What should be illegal?" He lifted an eyebrow.

"You in that tee-shirt," he replied with a groan.

"Never mind. Take off those pants and that shirt, the underwear too."

"Well, if you were more observant, officer, you'd have known that I'm not wearing underwear. It ruins the effect of the pants."

He sighed. "Whatever."

"So," Tyler smiled, pulling the pants down over his hips and stepping out of them. "What are you going to do to me?" When he saw Ryan and Pete, he was going to give them the biggest kiss ever. All the time he thought they had no idea what he really wanted, but here he was...a gorgeous hunk who was actually man enough to dominate him.

"Put your hands against the wall and spread your legs," he demanded.

He was now officially hard as rock. Trembling with l.u.s.t, he swallowed, walking over to the wall and placing his hands against it. He spread out his legs and waited.

When his hands touched his flesh, he let out a moan, which caused Bryce to pause. "Are you in pain?"

"s.h.i.t, yea," Tyler whispered breathlessly.

Hands moved over his b.u.t.tocks and then spread the cheeks apart.

Tyler wiggled.

"Stand still," he said.

"I'll do my best."

Fingers began to probe him, none too gently, going deeper inside of him. "Are you going to tie me up, baby?" he asked him, licking his lips.

"Tie you up?" he threw back at him. "Handcuff you later maybe, but I don't think you could run anywhere."

"But what if I want it?" He moved his b.u.t.tocks seductively in front of him.

Bryce took a step back. He took a breath. s.h.i.t. Tyler Rose was one hot little number; and he couldn't deny that the way he was moving his a.s.s in front of him right now was rather distracting.

He stopped. "Okay," he said gruffly, moving away, "you can get dressed."

Tyler blinked. "You got to be kidding," he said, turning around.

Bryce threw himself on the bed. "I never kid."

"You're going to leave me like this?" He indicated his erection.

"That's not my fault," he told him.

Tyler's jaw fell. "Then you weren't sent by Ryan and Pete?"

"Who?" He blinked.

Fuming, Tyler pulled on his pants. "Was that really necessary?" He tried to hide his erection now.

"It's procedure," he tossed at him, then zeroed in on his erection for a moment and smiled. "You don't have to be embarra.s.sed. Lot's of guys get hard when I search them. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"If I had something to throw at you, I would. Smug b.a.s.t.a.r.d." Tyler folded his arms across his chest. "How long do I have to stay here with you?"

"Until, I say so."

"So, my grandfather is party to this then?"

"He wants to reform you."

"Right," Tyler replied, taking a seat on a chair near the bed. "So, what naughty thing did you do to get this a.s.signment?"

Bryce raised a dark eyebrow, stretching out on the bed. "What makes you think I did anything...ah, naughty?"

Tyler grinned. How in h.e.l.l could he stay mad at him? He was so d.a.m.n gorgeous. "Because, this is a babysitting a.s.signment and a cop like you..."

"I'm not a cop," he corrected, "I'm a soldier."

"Umm, a military man. From Caramel?" Tyler lifted an eyebrow. He couldn't begin to tell him how many fantasies he'd had about being taken prisoner by the military. Now, those were men.

"That's right. I was recruited to run the Sky Police, and bring you under control."

Tyler howled with laughter. "So they brought in a big macho soldier to do the job?"

"Something like that," he replied.

"Good luck, baby," Tyler grinned, watching him for a minute. "But that's not the only reason, is it?"

He shrugged.

Tyler nodded, studying him. There was something familiar about him. "We've met somewhere before, haven't we?" "Nope," he said, lifting his head off the pillow to glance at him.

"I feel as if we have."

"It's impossible. This is the first time I've been given permission to set foot on the forbidden planet."

"Forbidden planet?" Tyler wrinkled his nose.

"Private joke," he said.

"Are you sure you haven't...?" Tyler c.o.c.ked his head.

"I would have remembered you. I a.s.sure you, I'm not one of your Mr. Nameless d.i.c.ks."

Tyler grinned. "You have an interesting way of expressing yourself, Mr. Donovan."

"Commander Donovan," he growled.

"Your not jealous of Mr. Nameless d.i.c.k, are you, Commander?" Tyler cooed. "Not jealous of what I let him to do to me in the vehicle, are you?"

"Extremely," he said softly. "In fact," he said, closing his eyes, "I'm mad with jealously. Was he good?"

"Excellent."

He sighed. "And what number is he?"

"Who counts," Tyler shrugged, running his gaze over him, pausing at his groin. "So, is it impressive?"

"Is what impressive?"

"Your c.o.c.k?" he asked him.

"I'd like to think so," he told him.

"Would you like a second opinion?"

"Not from you," he said.

Tyler sighed. "So, what are we going to do in here then?"

"Right now, you're going to sleep, and in the morning, you're going to start making amends for your crimes."

"Amends," he repeated blandly. "And how am I going to do that?"

"Community service," he grinned.

"Eh?"

"Community service."

"I don't get it."

He stood up now. "Tomorrow, you're going to start two weeks of work as my personal a.s.sistant."

"You got to be kidding."

"Not. At the same time, we'll talk about what it means to respect the law. So, I suggest that you hit the bed,"

he invited, opening the sheets.