J.V. Speyer

A brilliant scientist out to save the world. A jaded agent looking to save the one he lost. And a conspiracy that spans oceans, reaching into the deepest parts of American national security. Lennon is a genius. He’s devoted his energy and his time to designing products to save lives. He’s gotten rich doing it, too. This time he’s created something to revolutionize war, crime, and policing -- a bullet that heals. He’s on top of the world and the one thing he needs is someone to share it with. The one he loved disappeared without a trace years ago, and until he gets closure he can’t commit. Ben is an agent with an agency so secretive for years people didn’t know it existed. He screwed up years ago and fell in love with the man he was supposed to be guarding. Now his lost love is in danger again. He’s developed a product bad actors all over the world will want to get their hands on. When Ben’s superiors order him back to Lennon’s side, he goes without hesitation. There’s only one catch -- Lennon can’t know he’s there. When one of those bad actors strikes, all the rules go out the window. Can Lennon overcome his mistrust once he knows the truth about Ben? When the enemy turns up the heat, will Ben manage to save Lennon from people who want him to kill?

Under His Skin

He didn’t want to ask anything vigorous of Lennon. Dark bruises still ringed his neck, a constant reminder of Ben’s failure. Instead, he teased him to hardness with just his hands and his tongue, leaving his own little marks where the clothes would hide the evidence. Only Ben and Lennon would know that they were there, a visible reminder of Ben’s determination to shelter Lennon from anything that might hurt him again.


These would be the only marks that Lennon would have on his skin, ever again.


Ben wrapped his hand around both of them and jerked them to completion together, treasuring every soft cry that tumbled from Lennon’s lips. God, he’d missed this. He’d missed them, this sharing of bodies and shared pleasure that no one else could hope to understand. He never quite forgot that his gun was on the nightstand, within arm’s reach, but he could devote himself to Lennon’s pleasure and not think too much about having to use it.


Chapter 49