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8 pages, Audible Audio
First published June 23, 2017
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⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Might contain spoilers*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“Get rid of her. Now,” Ford ordered, making Dana almost come in his pants.
↠ Dana Cadby - grown up labeled a roughneck from the wrong side of the tracks, has made a name for himself in the marksman community and became a successful man even though his father constantly told him he would always be a nothing. He’d been Duke’s (main man in first book) bounty watchman for five years (watching their back, making sure they are safe). Dana is also bisexual, though has stayed away from men for years.“It’s yours. I’m yours, Bradford.” Dana turned his head, searching out Ford’s mouth then taking a bruising kiss, pushing his tongue in and out, fucking him with it, hoping the carnal act would get Ford revved up and make him go crazy, fuck him into the mattress.
“You are mine, Dana,”
↠ Bradford ‘Ford’ King - broody and domineering, overprotective big brother and lives to satisfy his hunger for hunting bad guys. Being a bounty hunters is the closest thing he can come across as he is dishonerely discharged from military after rescuing his brother Brian King (44?) from terrorists... Ford also doesn't want relationships because he think they are a complication which he doesn't need in his life as he is content with what he's got; his brother and his job.
Ford watched every expression imaginable flitter across Dana’s face: surprise, lust, appreciation, hope, relief… and then he saw what he’d prayed he would… happiness.
Too late. There was no one there for him to talk to. Not now, maybe not ever. He’d run away from Brian… like they all did. They were scared of him. Scared of his silence... and so was he.
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Slowly, his long fingers clasped the bottom of Ford’s shirt and instead of lifting the shirt up and off him, Dana closed his eyes and inched his hands underneath. Using his sense of touch to not only feel, but to see. He’d seen Dana do that in the field when his visibility was reduced. He’d close his eyes and listen, feel the movements in the air, then he’d fire and hit his target dead-on. Ford watched every expression imaginable flitter across Dana’s face: surprise, lust, appreciation, hope, relief… and then he saw what he’d prayed he would… happiness.