Second Chances by Andrea Speed, A.B. Gayle, Jessie Blackwood, Katisha Moreish, J.J. Levesque Read Free Book Online Page B

notch on Gil’s belt. Thankful for what he’d been given. He should get up, leave, put some distance back into their relationship. Miles tried to pull away, but the feel of the healthy, young body beside him: the warmth, the caring was like rain falling on parched earth. He took a deep breath, trying to absorb it all.
    Gil sighed and pulled Miles into a hug. He wrapped his arms round him and held on, rubbing the flat of one hand across the small of his back, trying to soothe. He lay back down, pulling Miles with him, enfolding him in a warm embrace. Gil would NOT let the doctor back out now.
    Miles pulled away slightly, easing back so he could see Gil’s face. The young man looked tired, but didn’t seem to have any regrets. Hopefully he wasn’t too sore. “You sure you want me here? I apologise in advance if my snoring keeps you awake.”
    Gil eyed the man who had just fucked him into the mattress and grinned. “Of course I want you here. If your snoring gets too loud I’ll poke you in the backside.” One eyebrow rose eloquently, but he didn’t add what he would be poking Miles with. “If you say sorry once more, though, I swear I
am
going to punish you….”

4: Can’t Sleep
    Aiden Parker, Agent Matthews with mention of Flynn Archer
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    After midnight, Sunday 23nd January, Aiden Parker’s home
     
    So much had happened in the last few hours, it was little wonder Aiden couldn’t sleep. After nearly an hour of pacing nervously after he’d gotten home with Dante, Aiden started packing, but his mind was elsewhere.
    Where the hell is Flynn?
    They had to have taken him. That woman, what was her name? Pierce? He didn’t like her, and he wouldn’t trust her. After what she had said about Flynn being nothing, how could he? How could anyone find any life insignificant?
    And what about the others in the group? Apart from the gruff Doctor’s brief offer, before he left, to call the hospital in order to confirm Flynn’s disappearance, none of the others seemed to give a shit. But Flynn had saved his life! If he hadn’t shown up when he did… who knew what Vale would have done to him. He had no doubt he would have died, but what would he have died from? A shift of a broken rib, puncturing a lung? Bleeding to death? At the memory, he reached up, wincing as the bandage squeezed his chest, and touched the scar on his face. Maybe it would fade with time, along with the pain, but the memories wouldn’t.
    Dante whined at his feet, and Aiden stood uneasily. “You need to go out, boy? Come on.” The distance from his seat to the back door wasn’t far, but he had difficulty getting there with Dante trying to weave between his feet like a large cat. He managed to get him outside and switched the yard lights on, so he could stay inside but still keep an eye on his dog as it circled the yard, looking for a spot.
    Aiden sipped at the warming beer and made a face. He didn’t want to leave this place. This was his home now. After he’d left Peter, he had come here to start his life over, and he had found acceptance here. The job was great, the scenery was amazing. And this house… it must have been built with him in mind. It was everything he’d wanted and had everything he needed. All of the built in bookcases…
    I really don’t want to leave, but what happens if I don’t? What happens to Flynn if I stay and he goes? Will that woman even keep her word?
The thought that Pierce had lied and they were really going to abandon Flynn and leave him at the mercy of the mafia made the beer in Aiden’s stomach curdle like sour milk. He felt sick.
    Dante barked from outside the door and Aiden was pulled from his reverie. He let his dog in and locked up as the growing pup found his bed and settled down. “I hope you’re ready for a new adventure, Dante.”
    Setting the now empty bottle in the sink next to another, Aiden walked back into the living room. Sitting on the table