May 5, 2014
Hell or High Water, Book 3
Before Prophet Drews can have a future, he must first put his past to rest.
Prophet Drews is a man on the edge, and heâ€™s pulling Tom Boudreaux, his partner on the job and in real life, right over with him. When his old CO calls in a favor, Prophet asks Tom to join the off-the-grid rescue. But the mission raises all of Prophetâ€™s old ghosts: CIA assassins, the terrorist Sadiq, and most importantly, Johnâ€”traitor, former teammate, and Prophetâ€™s first love.
To help bury those ghosts for good, Prophet and Tom gather the members of Prophetâ€™s former SEAL team . . . and a spook named Cillian whoâ€™s been tailing Prophet for years. In the process, Prophet is forced to face his teamâ€™s shifting loyalties, ghosts who refuse to stay dead, and scariest of all, his own limitations.
With everyoneâ€™s lives in danger, Prophet and Tom must unravel a tangled knot of secrets, including their own. Prophet must decide how much to reveal to Tom, while Tom must decide how far heâ€™s willing to go to help Prophet lay his ghosts to rest.
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God, Prophet fucking loved a good bar fightâ€”hadnâ€™t had one in a while. He sent tables and chairs flying, was more cautious with actual people, but hell, anyone who came at him got a good, sharp right hook.
Ren had, of course, started the fight when Mal gave the signal that Cillian was heading toward the bar. Now, Prophet and Tom were the only ones from their group left inside the bar, and Tom ambled over to him while he waited by the dancersâ€™ platform that was mostly unharmed. As were the dancers.
â€śYou all right?â€ť Tom asked.
Prophet nodded, noting that Tom looked entirely too pleased with himself. â€śThat felt good.â€ť
Tom shook his head.
â€śWhat? I needed to release some tension.â€ť Prophet stretched his neck. â€śI definitely donâ€™t get to do that often enough.â€ť
â€śThere are other ways to relieve tension, Proph.â€ť
â€śI know that. And now Iâ€™m going to try one of them.â€ť
He grabbed Tom and yanked him close, rubbing his rough-stubbled cheek against Tomâ€™s, knowing full well Tom loved the scratch and burn. â€śYou fought too, Cajun.â€ť
â€śSelf-defense, pure and simple,â€ť he protested. â€śAnd I saw Mal and Cillian. We were clear before the fight.â€ť
â€śAnd after. Saw Cillian leave with the majority of the crowds,â€ť Prophet confirmed. â€śWhere were they?â€ť
â€śCloser to the back.â€ť Tom waved a hand casually in that direction. â€śShouldnâ€™t we leave?â€ť
â€śNot till we get the all clear.â€ť
He pulled Tommy onto the dance floor, wrapping around him, burying his face in Tommyâ€™s neck. Tom did the same as they swayed. Partly so they wouldnâ€™t be spotted, but mainly because it was really nice to be able to hold Tom like this.
â€śWant to fuck you right here,â€ť Prophet murmured. â€śGet on my knees, suck you. Then turn you around, hold you against the pillar and take you in front of everyone.â€ť
Tom groaned against Prophetâ€™s ear.
â€śAh, you like that idea,â€ť Prophet shifted his glance to another couple, made sure Tom noticed they were stroking each other.
â€śFuck,â€ť Tom muttered. â€śWe need to go to clubs more often.â€ť
â€śRight,â€ť Prophet teased. â€śBecause we donâ€™t have enough sex.â€ť But really, sex with Tommy was everything. It was where and how heâ€™d gotten the best possible education on everything Tommyâ€”and he was well aware that Tom had gotten the same information on him. Until you really knew what someone was like in bed, you didnâ€™t really know them at all.
â€śNever enough,â€ť Tom informed him seriously. â€śAnd maybe Iâ€™d push you onto your knees. Then down on the ground. Spread you and fuck you in front of everyone.â€ť
Prophet hissed a breath, bared his throat slightly. â€śYouâ€™d make me perform?â€ť
â€śYouâ€™d fucking love it, Proph.â€ť
Fuck yeah, he would. â€śWhen this is all over . . . that.â€ť
â€śYeah, that,â€ť Tom echoed.