Roy and Dustin are working on a plan to catch Jordan and put him away, but how dangerous will this be for Dustin? Good thing Roy's got his eyes on him. See what's going on in this week's episode of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
Dustin stared after Roy, long after the sheriff was out of
sight, before he finally closed his mouth, which still hung open in amazement.
If he didn’t know better, he’d say Roy was attracted to him. But that was a
crazy thought.
Wasn’t it?
If he was, it sure as hell wasn’t one-sided, though, Dustin
realized, considering the boner he’d just managed to pop. And that sure had
nothing to do with Jordan. He was over that man but good. Roy, on the other
hand, was a whole ‘nother story.
He forced himself to focus. He didn’t have time to be
mooning over anybody. He had to be wrong about Roy anyway, Roy was a straight
arrow who just happened to have gay best friends. Didn’t make him gay.
Maybe he’s bicurious?
Dustin told his inner voice to shut up.
Dustin didn’t dare keep Jordan waiting, so once he was
dressed he stood outside the apartment building, leaning against the wall,
watching for him. He felt safer knowing Roy was keeping an eye on him. He
deliberately didn’t try to spot Roy’s car, see where he was parked. If he
didn’t know, he couldn’t very well tell Jordan.
Jordan showed up a few minutes after ten o’clock. As he
climbed into Jordan’s car, he was grateful to see no sign of Rusty and Lenny.
“Hey there sexy,” Jordan greeted him, confusing the hell out
of Dustin. Had he decided to forgive and forget? Did he think Dustin had
forgotten his threats? His promise to hurt Denver, and his statement that he
would take what he wanted from Dustin whenever he wanted it? What the hell was
going through the other man’s mind?
He was even more confused when Jordan grabbed him and pulled
him toward him, then laid a long, hard
kiss on him. Dustin tried to squirm out of his grasp, but Jordan only gripped
Dustin’s arms tighter. He laughed as he finally released him and Dustin scooted
closer to the door.
“That’s more like it,” Jordan said. “I like my bitches
subservient.”
Dustin’s cheeks heated, and he clenched his fists to keep from
striking out at the asshole, keeping his jaw shut tight.
This won’t last
forever, he reminded himself. He’ll
get what’s coming to him.
“That’s right,” Jordan taunted him. “You know better than to
say anything, don’t you? Maybe I’ll let you put that pretty mouth to good use
later.” He winked at Dustin before turning back to driving. Dustin wanted to
puke.
“You should lighten up,” Jordan said. ‘You’re so uptight.
You look like you’re going to a funeral.”
I wish.
“What’s there to be happy about?” Dustin countered. “Helping
you set up my workplace to be robbed isn’t exactly my idea of a good time.”
“Wait till you see how much money we get, you’ll change your
mind.”
Dustin glared at Jordan. “I don’t want anything to do with
any of that, none of it. When this is done, I don’t want to have anything to do
with you or your scumbag friends ever again.”
Jordan’s eyes narrowed, and Dustin thought he heard a quick
intake of breath. Good, maybe he’d rattled the asshole.
“You don’t have that choice,” Jordan said. “What part of
you’re my bitch now didn’t you understand?”
“I’m not anybody’s bitch,” Dustin said. “Least of all yours.
You know something? You may be pretty on the outside, but you’re rotten as hell
inside.”
His words only produced a laugh from Jordan. “Somebody’s waxing philosophical today. Did
you think that up all by yourself? Or did you hear that from your friends?”
“What friends?” Dustin bluffed, but he had a pretty good
idea what Jordan meant.
“The ones I saw you talking to at Partners. Those losers.”
to be continued
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