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  Thunderstorms on the Horizon

  Black Ops Heroes #9

  By

  Kendel Duncan

  Acknowledgements

  For my readers – I do this for you, always.

  For my beta readers – You ladies are the anchor that keeps me from drifting out to sea.

  For my wonderful family & friends– thank you for all of your support, encouragement and love.

  Finally, for those out there searching for love – it’s out there, just keep your heart and your mind open because it just might surprise you when it shows up

  Drake Malone: Black Ops Heroes #1

  Storm Clouds Ahead: Black Ops Heroes #2

  Hurricane Force Winds: Black Ops Heroes #3

  When Tornadoes Collide: Black Ops Heroes #4

  Hazardous Weather Conditions: Black Ops Heroes #5

  Wind Chill Less Than Zero: Black Ops Heroes #6

  Dense Fog with No Visibility: Black Ops Heroes #7

  Severe Side Winds Ahead: Black Ops Heroes #8

  Blackbird Fly Home: Doyle Global Securities #1

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  Thunderstorms on the Horizon© Copyright 2017 by Kendel Duncan

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  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Warning – Contains adult subject matter, including graphic language and A LOT of male/male sex. It is NOT suitable for younger readers – parental discretion is advised.

  Cover Design by: Dara Nelson

  Cover Photo: Dan Skinner

  Editing/Formatting: Dare Press Editing

  Published by: Dare Press

  Author Note: Readers will notice that I do not have a chapter Forty-Five. That is intentional. Nothing is missing. It’s just my way of saying that #45 is not my president.

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-One

  Twenty-Two

  Twenty-Three

  Twenty-Four

  Twenty-Five

  Twenty-Six

  Twenty-Seven

  Twenty-Eight

  Twenty-Nine

  Thirty

  Thirty-One

  Thirty-Two

  Thirty-Three

  Thirty-Four

  Thirty-Five

  Thirty-Six

  Thirty-Seven

  Thirty-Eight

  Thirty-Nine

  Forty

  Forty-One

  Forty-Two

  Forty-Three

  Forty-Four

  Forty-Six

  Forty-Seven

  Forty-Eight

  Forty-Nine

  Fifty

  Fifty-One

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  “Can I get you anything else to drink?”

  Rowan’s eyes left the window on the plane and he looked up into the eyes of the flight attendant, the really hot flight attendant, the one who had made it very clear that he wanted Rowan…bad.

  In another life, at another time…maybe. But not today, Row realized with a sad sigh.

  “No, I’m good, thanks, Chad.”

  The guy’s face lit up when Rowan said his name, like he was just so incredibly happy that Rowan had remembered it.

  “Um, are you staying in DC?” Chad mumbled.

  A small smile lifted the corners of Row’s mouth, “Nope, heading to Virginia.”

  “Oh, pity,” Chad said.

  “Yeah, it is.”

  “Can you two get your gay on somewhere else?” the man in the seat next to Rowan mumbled with closed eyes.

  Rowan’s head snapped around to glare at him, “Why? Because you’re afraid you’ll catch it?” he snapped.

  The guy opened his eyes and pinned his own glare on Rowan’s face, “No. Because I hate flying and I really, really hate landing, so I’m trying not to throw up.”

  “Oh. Sorry,” he mumbled, feeling like an ass for assuming the guy was a homophobe.

  “S’okay,” the man mumbled as he re-closed his eyes and tipped his head back.

  Chad thrust his hand at Rowan and when Row opened his hand, Chad slid a slip of paper into it. Then he held his hand up to his ear and mouthed, call me, before he turned to make his way to the front of the plane so he could strap in for their landing.

  Row stared at those digits for a while and then quietly leaned forward to tuck the piece of paper inside the outer pocket of the laptop bag under the seat in front of the man next to him.

  “You’re breaking his heart,” the man said and when Row looked at him, his eyes were still closed but he had a smirk on his face.

  “Yeah, well, he’ll get over it,” Rowan said as he snapped his seatbelt back into place.

  “He will. ‘Cause I’m going to make him forget all about you.”

  Rowan snorted a laugh.

  Once they had taxied up to the gate, Rowan unbuckled and waited for his turn to grab his bag from the overhead bin. One duffel bag and one suitcase – that was all he had to his name. How pathetic was that?

  But when he’d gotten the call from one JD Preston to fly out and interview for their team, he decided that Vegas was not a place he had any desire to return to so, after telling JD to just send him a one-way ticket, he packed up his belongings into those two bags, called his boss to tell him he was quitting and walked into the Las Vegas airport, hopefully for the last time.

  Now, as he glanced out the windows while he waited by the luggage carousel for his bag, he hoped that he was making the right decision. He supposed he would find out in about two hours when he got to their headquarters.

  **********

  “Drake Malone,” Drake said as he held out his hand.

  “Kingston Fisher, call me King,” Kingston said as he gripped Drake’s hand. “Is it okay if I park there?” he said, pointing back at the large Harley by the side of the garage.

  Drake followed his finger and smiled, “Nice bike. Yeah, it’s fine there. Come on inside,” Drake said as he held the screen open wide.

  King stepped inside the large, older Victorian-style home and glanced around. He saw a gorgeous man who was in the kitchen facing two highchairs with laughing, squealing toddlers in them.

  “That’s my fiancé Hunter. Hunter, this is King.”

  Hunter turned to wave at him, “Hi there and wel……” he stopped talking when a blob of brown baby food landed on his cheek.

  “Colt, what has daddy told you about throwing your food?” he sa
id as he turned back to glare at the kids…..who were beaming at him.

  “Da-da dirty,” the little boy said with a giggle.

  Drake walked over to stand behind Hunter, “Yes, da-da is very dirty,” he said as he tilted the man’s head back and gave him a kiss.

  The little girl squealed, “Daddy kiss da-da! Me kiss too.”

  Drake grinned at her, “Yes, Annie, you can have a kiss too,” he said as he puckered up and planted a kiss on her lips. “Mmmm, green beans and chicken. Yum.”

  Annie squealed her delight.

  Drake turned back to King, wiping his hand over his lips as he said, “Sorry about the interruption.”

  “Don’t be. They’re adorable.”

  “Come on back. The guys are all waiting for you.”

  Guys? How many guys were interviewing him?

  When he stepped through the door behind Drake he had his answer: Eight. There were eight pairs of eyes looking at him, waiting to decide his future.

  King swallowed hard and stepped into the room.

  One

  Jaden Payne sat on the stool at one corner of the square bar staring at the man on the opposite corner as he brought his mug up to his lips and took a sip.

  Was he an idiot?

  Yeah, probably.

  There he was, in a straight bar, in the middle of redneck country and he was staring at what more than likely was a straight man – a huge straight man – a wall of a straight man with gigantic muscles on top of muscles, his biceps bulging as he bent his tattooed arm to bring his beer bottle up to his lips – his full, kissable lips that were too big to be contained behind the dark hair on his trimmed beard and moustache – the beer bottle that was currently frozen in place, just barely touching those lips because……

  He had noticed Jaden staring at him.

  Fuck.

  The guy lifted one eyebrow in a move that let Jaden know he’d been caught.

  But he still couldn’t seem to look away.

  This guy ticked off every single what turns Jaden Payne on box.

  And now he was probably going to get his ass kicked.

  Fucking marvelous.

  He drained the rest of his beer and set it down.

  “You want another, honey?”

  “Naw, I’m good, thanks,” he said as he threw a ten down on the bar.

  He walked the length of the bar towards the bathroom hallway, never breaking eye contact with the man who was probably going to break at least one bone in his body, probably more, as he got closer and closer to him. Then he turned the corner behind the guy, checking out his ass as he did while the guy glared at him in the mirror behind the bottles of booze in the center of the bar.

  If he’s gonna go down, might as well go down in a blaze of glory, right?

  He pushed open the door to the men’s room, noticing right away that it wasn’t a single use bathroom but had two stalls, two urinals and a sink. And while the door did have a lock on it, it would make him kind of an asshole if he did lock it…so he didn’t.

  He took a piss and then as he was washing his hands at the sink, he felt the guy from the bar watching him.

  Yep. He didn’t hear him walk in. He felt him.

  “Guys like you usually don’t last very long in a place like this,” he said and his deep, rumbling voice that sent shivers racing through Jaden’s body that all seemed to congregate in his balls as he looked up at the guy in the mirror.

  He snorted a laugh, “Tell me something I don’t know.”

  “How about it’s a lucky thing for you that I’m not from around these parts,” the guy said as his hand snaked back behind his body and flicked the lock closed.

  Jaden’s dick went from zero to I need to fucking cum in the blink of an eye.

  “Um…..” he started to say.

  A smirk lifted one corner of mister beefy and beautiful’s mouth as he took a step towards Jaden, “Not so cocky now, are we?”

  In a bold move that surprised even him because he still wasn’t sure if this guy was going to fuck him or fuck him up, Jaden grabbed his bulging crotch and said, “Oh, I’ve got more than enough cock to back up my attitude.”

  “We’ll see about that,” the dude said and then the man’s arm shot out, gripped the back of Jaden’s neck and yanked him forward until his mouth crashed onto Jaden’s so hard that Jaden wasn’t surprised when he tasted blood.

  He felt his body being spun around and then his back slammed against the wall.

  “Name,” the guy moaned into Jaden’s mouth.

  “What?”

  The guy moved his mouth along Jaden’s jaw and bit down on the skin along his neck, “Say your fucking name.”

  What was his name?

  “Fuck….Jaden, it’s Jaden.”

  “Mine’s Colby and if I don’t hear it coming from your lips when you come, we’re going to have a problem, got it?”

  “Me not saying your name is going to be the problem? Not the fact that we’re two gay guys fucking in the men’s bathroom of a totally straight bar in the middle of redneck country?”

  Colby pulled back and grinned at Jaden, “You really are a cocky and bold little shit, aren’t you?”

  He yanked Jaden’s shirt from his jeans, pushed it up his torso and latched down on one of Jaden’s nipples.

  “Motherfucker!” Jaden cried out.

  Colby clamped a hand over Jaden’s mouth as he continued to ravish his nipple, “Think you can keep us from getting busted, Jaden?”

  Jaden nodded behind Colby’s hand and then had to bite back his groan when Colby’s hand grazed over his prick.

  “Jesus,” he whispered behind gritted teeth.

  Colby continued to kiss his way down Jaden’s torso as he popped open the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down. By the time Colby was squatting in front of Jaden, he yanked both his jeans and briefs down to his thighs so hard that Jaden was surprised he didn’t hear a boing-oing-oing, as his dick sprung free.

  Colby didn’t hesitate or waste any time, he didn’t tease or flick his tongue out, he just swallowed Jaden’s dick into the back of his throat and buried his nose in his trimmed hair.

  “Holy fucking shit,” Jaden said with a groan as his fingers grabbed into Colby’s thick black hair. “God, your beard feels so good on my balls,” he moaned as Colby’s head moved forward and back a few times before he pulled off with an loud pop.

  The hairs on his beard were glistening, with spit or Jaden’s pre-cum, who knew or fucking cared. It was hot as fuck, that was what mattered. He stood back up to his full, imposing height that was at least four inches taller that Jaden’s six feet and stared down into Jaden’s eyes, “As much as I’d love to taste your jizz, I really want in your ass. You good with that?” he said and there was that fucking sexy eyebrow raise again.

  The fact that Jaden hadn’t bottomed in fucking years barely flitted across his mind before he was nodding his head and mumbling, “Fuck, yes.”

  “Good,” Colby said and then he yanked his own shirt part way up his abs to get it out of the way.

  “Jesus Christ,” Jaden said, his eyes wide as his hand reached out to rub over the bumps and valleys that the man’s chiseled muscles created.

  “A body like this don’t come easy, Jaden,” Colby said followed quickly by a growled, “Turn around.”

  Jaden spun around and placed his hands on the wall as he looked back over his shoulder to watch Colby loosen his pants and shove them to his thighs.

  “Holy fucking shit,” Jaden said with a gasp when he saw the monster dick that Colby was packing.

  Colby made quick work of yanking open a black condom package, yep, the kind only made for monster dicks like his. He must’ve pulled it from his pocket when Jaden wasn’t looking. He rolled it down over his cock. Then he tore open a small packet of lube and slathered some over his dick before moving his fingers into Jaden’s crack. As he pushed a finger inside he said, “You’re not a go easy on me kind of guy, are you?”

  “He
ll no. But it has been a while for me.”

  Colby’s finger froze as he looked at Jaden, “A while since you fucked?”

  “No, a while since I bottomed.”

  “How long?”

  “Just fuck me, Colby. I’ll be fine.”

  Colby huffed a laugh and slipped a second finger inside, spreading them as he opened Jaden up.

  Jaden squeezed his eyes shut because this felt so fucking good but he also knew it was going to hurt so fucking bad. “Get the fuck in there, Colby. I’m ready.”

  Colby pulled his fingers free and wrapped an arm around Jaden’s waist. The fat head of his thick cock pressed against Jaden’s hole as his lips pressed against his ear, “Bossy little fucker, aren’t you?” he growled just before he nipped Jaden’s ear and thrust his dick inside.

  Pain ripped through Jaden and he swore he was being torn open until……

  “Shhhh, breathe baby, just breathe,” Colby whispered gently into his ear. It was so tender and sweet, the complete opposite from how this whole encounter had been going so far that Jaden instantly relaxed and took a deep breath…..and felt a hundred percent better. Now his ass just felt full, not like it was on fire.

  “You good now?” Colby’s deep voice rumbled into Jaden’s ear.

  Jaden nodded his head, “Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” he said as he exhaled a breath.

  “Good. I’m going to fuck you now, okay?”

  Jaden pressed his ass back into Colby, “Do it.”

  Colby stood up straighter, gripped onto Jaden’s hips, slid his dick out to the tip and slammed it back inside with a grunt.

  Then he did it again and Jaden felt his insides light up like the fourth of July when Colby’s cock brushed across his prostate.

  “Holy, god, fucking, shit, cocksuckers,” Jaden groaned as quietly as he could as his fingers dug into the wall.

  Colby’s chest pressed against Jaden’s back as he leaned forward again but this time he reached his hand around to grab onto Jaden’s dick and give it a few tugs.

  His dick tunneled in and out of Jaden’s ass, pegging his prostate every time, while his hand flew up and down on Jaden’s dick.

  “My name, don’t forget my name, Jaden,” Colby’s voice rumbled in Jaden’s ear as he felt his orgasm race down his spine.