Lloyd Lasky is a seasoned operative for the Whitlock Detective Agency in Denver that often infiltrates outlaw gangs in order to thwart stagecoach robberies. When he’s assigned to infiltrate the Bonner Gang based in Devil’s Paw, Arizona Territory, he’s unprepared for the personal ambush his heart suffers over gang member Frank Metty.<br><br>Taking up sex with Frank, Lloyd convinces himself that doing so is part of his job in solidifying his place in the gang and learning of their plans. But as time passes, Lloyd not only starts to care for the younger man, but jealousy also rears its ugly head when it becomes clear the gang leader, Merle Bonner, also has a sexual claim on Frank.<br><br>When the line between self-indulgence and detective work blurs to the point where Lloyd considers not only breaking agency rules but breaking the law, will he be able to ignore his ever-growing sexual desires and successfully complete his dangerous mission?

Devil's Paw

Meanwhile, I liked us getting into business talk, but had to work at not appearing eager. Let Bonner come to it. Maybe he’d blow the last of his money in Contention. Hoped so.


Merle fetched whiskey from the shack after supper and we passed the bottle around. As I took a swig, I caught Frank’s gaze on me. The whiskey fell into my gut and sent back its warmth, the whole of me stirring. I kept to his gaze as I passed the bottle and wondered if Frank was saying something. Maybe there was still us.


The bottle emptied as dark came on, and Frank went into the shack before Bonner. This threw me. Was he enticing Merle in some private play? Minutes later, Bonner rose, adjusted his privates, and followed.


I sought my bed, and when Rath doused the fire and disappeared into his tent, I got out my dick and had a pull while thinking of Frank and me in some Contention hotel room.


Chapter 13