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  “Spread your legs more,” he ordered.

  Mason listened as Donavan removed his fingers and trailed them down his chest. The alternating grip on his dick was catapulting his mind into a world where he couldn’t think straight.

  Between his legs, he could see the television where the man was getting double penetrated on the screen. His balls drew up as pleasure rocked through him.

  “Tonight,” Donavan said, pushing one of the wet fingers against the rosebud of his ass. “Tonight, I’m going to push my cock in here.”

  He wriggled on the bed, the need to come chewing on his heels. “Yes,” he whispered.

  Donavan moved it around and added in the second one, both to the first knuckle.

  “Fuck,” he gasped. Body on fire for what he was going to experience he bucked his hips, trying to get his fingers deeper.

  He wouldn’t allow it. Donavan flicked his tongue over the nipple then turned all his attention to the cock in his hand. Up and down he stroked, adjusting the grip. Combined with the two fingers in his ass he teetered on the edge.

  Donavan swiped his tongue over the head of his cock and that did it. Back arched with a low cry he came, hard. The warm ropes of his seed lay across his abdomen. Mason’s heart thundered in his chest. Releasing the death grip, his hand on his comforter, he slid his hand along the back of Donavan’s head and brought him closer for a heavy kiss.

  By the time they broke apart, his cock had swelled up once more, ready for more. Donavan backed away and stood. Mason’s focus remained directed on his groin and the large ridge contained within the jean material.

  Using the same fingers that had just been around his dick, Donavan cupped his own length and moved his hand, highlighting the size.

  “It’s all me and I am counting the minutes until this day is over and I will have you on your knees before me, staring up at me while I fuck your face.” Donavan bent and kissed him once, hard. “Get cleaned up and meet us downstairs.”

  He was gone in seconds.

  Sinking back into the pillows, he exhaled, body still humming with an energy he’d not experienced before. He fumbled for the remote and clicked off the show. He didn’t need to see any more of that. Not when he’d just had that gift from Donovan.

  On the way to his shower, he berated himself for making that mistake and allowing his bodyguard to see him in such a position. Not just see, but allowed him to touch, bring him to orgasm, even kiss him.

  Beneath the pounding spray, he dropped his head forward and rested it against the wall tiles. He wanted to skip the rest of the day and go straight to the night.

  * * * *

  Donavan performed the final check of the house. He wanted to make sure everything was in its necessary place. The meeting with Jordan had gone as expected, not productive. The man had done what he could, so he claimed, by hiring Donavan.

  After that was over, the rock star and his manager went off to talk about a few things he wasn’t needed for. So he took that time to head to the office given him and take another perusal of all the information he’d gathered.

  Raking a hand through his hair, he swore as he stared at the multiple screens.

  “I have to be missing something.”

  He felt it in his soul but couldn’t put his finger on it. Exhaling, he brought up the timeline of when the letters and notes had been either delivered to him on tour or been left at the gate.

  “What are you doing?”

  Jordan walked in and approached.

  Donavan flicked an impersonal glance over the man. Always put together, nothing out of place, even the gold on his left hand shone as if it had just been polished.

  “Trying to figure out what exactly it is that I’ve missed. I’ve matched tour dates but short of having each name that the ticket ended up in the hands of, I don’t know if I will get anything.”

  The man took a seat and moved the chair to his side of the desk. “Are you thinking it’s more than one perpetrator?”

  “No. I thought about that, right away, as some of these occur on the Tuesdays when out on tour.”

  “So what changed your mind from that idea?”

  “How the letters are done. There is the same cadence in them as there is on the ones he gets at the hotels. All of them are exactly wiped away of any evidence, so whoever is doing it knows what will be checked. I get it if there were a few, but for this many of them to all be identical in that way, plus the way the paper is rubbed on the top right corner is identical through them all.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “My thought is he has a stand or something he puts the letters together on, but the clasp to hold it together is on the right side. Again, too big of a coincidence for each of these similarities to be from separate people. This is too methodical for that to be the case.”

  The door opened once more, this time allowing Mason to enter.

  “What’s going on in here?”

  Donavan ran his gaze over him as he had always done the moment the man walked into the room. However, this time it was so much harder to remain professional about it. Hell, a few hours ago, he had his fingers in his ass and tongue down his throat as he jacked the singer off.

  “Working on the stalker bit.”

  He grabbed a chair and spun it around to straddle it. “What do we have?”

  As Jordan caught him up, Donavan continued his line of thinking that it was one man. Or woman. They just had someone put the ones delivered here while they were out on tour. But he’d bet his incredible salary that this person was at every single show the man did.

  He had a friend who might be able to help him narrow this down a bit. I just need to call Clayton and see what he can compile on this for me. He’d be able to pull up a listing of everyone who at least purchased the tickets. Granted they may have given away however Clayton wouldn’t know that, but at least he could narrow down the list.

  “What do you think?”

  He snapped his attention to Jordan. “What do I think about what?”

  “Holding a contest for the most loyal fan. Have them send in how many of Rock’s concerts they’ve attended, needing dates and locations.”

  “I think you’ll get a lot of people fudging the truth for a chance to meet him or get the grand prize.”

  He brought up his email and put in Clayton’s address. It didn’t take him long to send out the request for some help. Closing down the window, he turned to see both of them watching him.

  “Did I miss something else?”

  “No, I’m just shocked by how fast you type. Don’t most of you military types do the two fingered approach?”

  Donavan cocked an eyebrow. “Two fingered?”

  Jordan held up his index fingers. “Two fingers. What were you thinking?”

  “I wasn’t, just curious. I’ve reached out to a friend of mine who should be able to help me narrow this down a bit more.” He pushed back his chair. “I’ll update you when I hear back from him. Good night.”

  Making sure the computer was locked, he strode out of the room, hoping that his rock hard cock wasn’t too obvious to the other two in the room. At the door to his own private area, he took a deep breath and walked in to the dark.

  It didn’t matter there was no light. He knew the layout of the room like the back of his hand. In the bathroom, he stripped and adjusted the water, leaving just the heat lamp and fan on, before he stepped beneath the multiple streams.

  He just finished rinsing the conditioner from his hair and beard when he opened his eyes and saw Mason standing right there outside the shower. He could make out his form through the opaque glass day.

  “Get in here,” he commanded, pitching his tone to carry over the pounding water.

  The door popped open, exposing to him his second look at Mason’s body. The man was wiry and he knew that was because he wasn’t eating enough. Slicking the water away from his face, he beckoned to him.

  “An open door doesn’t mean that you’re in here.”
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br />   Mason stepped in and drew it shut behind him. Donavan dropped his gaze to take in the large cock that swelled and rose.

  “I thought you were going to make me come find you,” he rumbled, dragging the man close enough to kiss.

  “God no, I was waiting for Jordan to leave.” Mason pushed their lips together, his tongue pushing hard against Donavan’s mouth.

  He opened against the assault, allowing his tongue to meet and twine against Mason’s. Slipping his hands along his back, he drew him close. Their cocks brushing together sent waves of pleasure through him.

  “I’ve been hard all day waiting for this.”

  “Me too,” Mason confessed. He gripped Donavan’s ass and squeezed.

  Before Donavan could take control of the situation, Mason dropped to his knees and took his hard cock deep into his mouth.

  “Fuck!” he roared, hips bucking him in deep.

  He braced one hand on the shower wall and placed the other on Mason’s head. Fingers threaded through his hair, he held him immobile as he began thrusting. Mason stared up at him, brown eyes wide.

  “That’s right, know who’s making your eyes water. Know who’s fucking your mouth.”

  He pushed forward until he felt the back of the man’s throat. When he withdrew, Mason moved forward as if he wanted to keep him in that deep.

  “Play with my balls, Christ, roll them, tug on them.”

  Mason listened. All the while, he continued sucking, hard. Up and down he moved on the shaft, alternating the pressure. Donavan didn’t want to look away but when the man put a finger against his ass, he couldn’t help but close his eyes as the moan poured from his throat.

  Chapter Three

  Mason couldn’t get enough. The man tasted fucking amazing. Musky yet clean, his hair brushed his face each time he deep throated Donavan. The heated water worked the muscles he’d been holding tense for the entire day as he anticipated this moment.

  He supposed there should have been more kissing and touching but once he witnessed the man’s large heavy cock, he couldn’t wait any longer. This was what he wanted. He wanted to be on his knees before this man. Or on his back, either way, he didn’t care.

  A loud rumble left Donavan as he picked him up and slanted his mouth over Mason’s.

  “I wasn’t done yet,” he protested.

  “I’m coming in that ass of yours, not in your mouth this first time. This isn’t going to be gentle or slow.”

  His cock bobbed and need spiraled through him. “Fuck me, Donavan. Please.” He reached up and pinched his nipple, loving how his pecs jumped.

  Donavan grabbed the soap and poured some in Mason’s hands. “Lather.”

  He did, and following Donavan’s silent directive, slathered it over his dick. Donavan used his hands and did the same thing, allowing Mason’s touch to lather his hands. Angling away from the water, Donavan reached around him and slid a finger between his ass cheeks.

  “Yes,” he sighed, pushing back trying to get the thick fingers into his ass.

  Much as he’d done earlier today, Donavan worked two lubed fingers into his ass. His own cock tight and nearly painful with the need to explode his release all over, Mason pressed his face into Donavan’s powerful chest.

  His bodyguard spun him so he faced the wall, turned the showerhead so the wall wasn’t cold but smacked with the heated water. Pushing his ass out, he realized he was practically begging him to take him. He couldn’t explain it, the need was so great. It had been so long since he’d had anything in his ass, especially a man.

  Donavan lined up his cock and Mason took a deep breath, expecting some pain. Despite him saying this wasn’t going to be gentle or slow, he didn’t shove fully into Mason’s ass. He pressed with a slow, steady stroke.

  Pain stung but the passage was eased by the soap coating his lover’s erection. He paused once he sat fully in him. They were so close the wet hair on his upper thighs brushed against the backs of his quads. Another reminder this wasn’t a woman he was with.

  Mason’s cock dripped and he refused to touch it to bring himself pleasure. He wanted Donavan to do it, wanted that large calloused hand stroking him, making his body hum with life. A slight whimper escaped and that seemed to break the hold that Donovan had on any control.

  In the next second, he pulled out only to slam back in all the way. Mason’s legs wobbled from the force of that thrust.

  “Yes,” he exhaled.

  This was what he needed. Not a gentle unsure lover, but one who knew exactly how much he could take for a hard, no holds barred fucking. Donavan gripped his shoulders as he worked his cock, thrusting as deep as he could go.

  Some might call it hard, brutal. Mason called it heaven. On and on it went until he didn’t think he would last any longer. His legs trembled, and his body quivered with the sensations exploding through him.

  The need to come teetered him over the edge but he ground his jaw, determined to hang on. His dick swollen and needy, he slipped his hand down the wall, desperate for just a single touch.

  “No,” he rasped against his ear. “That’s my cock, you don’t get to touch it.”

  “I need a touch there,” he begged.

  Releasing a shoulder, Donavan reached around him and gripped his shaft. That was it. Being fucked in the ass as his lover stroked him was the combination he needed to be launched over the edge. Opening his mouth, Donavan’s was there to capture the passionate cry as his shaft jerked and spilled cum all over the shower wall.

  “Come inside me,” he panted between shared nearly aggressive kisses.

  “I’m not done with you yet.”

  The strokes began once more, soon so fast and deep, he wasn’t able to hold up on his own. Donavan snaked an arm around him, keeping him upright.

  “This is for all those nights you wasted and I had to jack off in my hand to images of you in my head.”

  God, had he only known. Bucking back, he took Donavan as deep as he could, the purr of pleasure rolling from his lips, uncaptured this time. The man circled his neck, angling his chin up and back to allow him to claim another kiss.

  Yes!

  Donavan’s breathing grew harsher. Faster. Soon, thick ropes of cum splashed free into his ass. Mason curved his fingers into his palm and allowed the pleasure to wash over him.

  When Donavan’s cock stopped jerking, he held still. Mason was thrilled, not wanting him out yet. Eventually he did pull out and in shock Mason was cleaned up gently, the washing peppered with tender kisses and touches. No words but he didn’t need any.

  Afterward, they left the shower and Mason smiled when Donavan took his hand only to lead him back to the bed, where he found the man over him there, kissing his way down to his cock, his beard a wonderful tease on his sensitive skin.

  * * * *

  Donavan flicked a glance to Mason who was signing autographs for a group of younger kids. Not sensing any trouble around, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

  “Talk to me, Clayton.”

  “We need a secure line.”

  That bothered him on a scale he didn’t want to comprehend. Mason gazed over to him and he shot him a look he hoped the man would understand. Stay put. A sharp nod and the rock star went back to his fans, talking and signing for them.

  Stepping back where he couldn’t be overheard, he sighed. “I don’t have access to one. I will later, I’m out right now.”

  “Vary your play, D. Call me when you have a secure line.” Clayton hung up.

  He scratched his beard and made his way back closer, making a deliberate point to look at his watch.

  “Mr. Stanton. We have to get going, sir.”

  Thankfully, Mason didn’t argue with him, just got to his feet with a smile. “Thanks for coming out.” There were a bunch of different artists here today participating in a charity event. Guiding Mason with a head nod, together, they headed for the vehicle.

  Donavan didn’t relax any until they were in and on the way.

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nbsp; “What’s going on?” he asked, the toe of his heavy black boot stroking along Donavan’s leg in the back of the limo.

  “We have a lead on the stalker, but I need a secure line to get more information. Right now, we have to change things up.”

  He rapped on the window and gave a new destination to the driver. When the window was up once more, he focused on the man he’d been fucking every night he could since their first time.

  “We?” There was an ugly thread of jealousy in the man’s tone.

  “We,” he confirmed, reaching down to pick up his leg and settle it in his lap, fingers skimming along the inside of his leg. “A friend of mine I served with in the Rangers. He’s a god damn genius when it comes to finding information. He’s been the one running the search on all your ticket sales.”

  “I thought you said that was going to be impossible.”

  “I still think it is, but Clay wrote some logarithm program that searches for what we’re looking for.”

  “Why didn’t he tell you what he found?”

  “He’s superstitious and wants it over a secure line. That’s what I’ll give him.” He cut his gaze to the left as they slowed and went around a corner. “Hopefully we’ll have this wrapped up before we get you home from this tour.”

  “What about Jordan? Shouldn’t we have brought him with us?”

  “He left early. He wasn’t feeling well and wanted to head back to the room. I told him you would be okay with that.” Donavan squeezed his leg. “I didn’t want you to worry.”

  “You’re doing just fine taking care of me. You do things for me Jordan can’t.”

  “Good. Are you wanting to go to that party tonight?”

  “I fucking want to sleep and suck your cock, but I have to go. Have to make an appearance. Jordan never likes me to miss these things.”

  His dick jerked in his slacks at Mason’s words.

  “Then get over here and suck it,” he ordered.

  “How long do we have?”