A fireball burning up the sky leads farmer Jason Thomas to the strangest thing he's ever found in his pumpkin patch. A man with wings. And no, he doesn't think it's an angel, no matter what his brothers say.<br><br>Taking the stranger into his home is hard. Keeping his heart from the stranger's hands? Harder. But everything in him calls to this being and Jason is so damned tired of only having his brothers at his back.<br><br>Castiel has no idea what this angel thing is, but the evil that knocked him out of the sky did him a favor. He’d heard the tales of his kin and their missions on Earth with envy and now he has the chance to experience it himself. Better yet, his mate takes him home. One small problem. Castiel has a duty and needs to find a way back. Of course it isn’t going to be that easy.

Sentinel

“Let’s do this.” He turned back, flashed Castiel a smile. “You ready?”


Castiel shrugged, but allowed himself to be lead to the basin by Jason’s hand on his shoulder. Just as he was about to step in though, Jason stopped him.


“You might want to lose the, uh, the skirt thing.” Jason ran a light finger over the top hem of it, just in case Castiel didn’t understand what he meant.


Castiel fished the practically invisible laces from between what Jason assumed were the folds of the skirt and unraveled the knot with a quick tug. Jason wasn’t fast enough to avert his gaze and got an eye full of the man’s stunning ass and thighs. He gave a silent down boyto his instantly perky cock and wrenched his eyes up to meet Castiel’s.


Suddenly, Adam strutted into the room and whistled in appreciation. Jason moved to shield Castiel. “Door was closed for a reason. What do you want?”


Chapter 8