Chapter 13

~Nathan’s POV~

My cover was as good as blown.

I had been in some deep shit before but this took the cake…by far. I watched as the little coward of a man; Harrison, sat shaking in his little corner as I trained his gun on him. A coward with not a lick of sense.

“You really thought I’d let you fuck me?” I asked in disgust. I still found it a little hard to believe that a man like him could look at me and expect me to stoop to his level; it was grotesque.

I’d planned to get him to do as I wanted somehow, but I’d never imagined it would be so easy; The fool just stripped, dropping his clothes; gun and all onto the ground beside me.

I shook my head again. “You should have just taken the cash.” I told him then.

He still hadn’t said much in the short time we’d been in the small room but that was about to change.

“Now, this is what I need you to do.” I began and he glanced my way with narrowed eyes. “Put on your shit, go to the door and call out to the first guard you see, tell him to escort prisoner 266 back to his cell right away. Then you’re gonna close the door and grab a seat back in your little corner until I say otherwise, understood?”

He was quick to nod and I watched as he gathered his clothes and pulled them on clumsily, then he walked over to the door.

His hand froze on the nob when I spoke. “If you try to alert the guards or make any sudden movements I’ll kill you right where you stand.”

“If you kill me you’re a dead man; every guard in here will be on your ass like that.” He said with a snap of his stubby fingers and I scowled.

“Which simply means neither of us will get out of here alive.” It was a risk I was willing to take.

From the moment I’d agreed to go with Harrison, I’d known it could possibly come down to this. If I didn’t die here, then there was a possibility my cover would be blown, but it had to be done; for Riley; who wouldn’t survive with his sanity intact if he was forced to remain in that little box they’d stuffed him into and for all the other inmates who had to deal with the likes of Harrison on a daily basis.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and his hands shook slightly. I raised the weapon in line with his head and steadied my hand, watching him carefully as he opened the door slightly.

“Peterson!” he called out when he had the door cracked.

I heard a muffled response.

“Have Rogers release prisoner 266 from solitary, report back to me when it’s been done.” He issued and after another muffled response Harrison was closing the door. He glared at me for a second. His mouth tight and his nose flaring as he made his way back to his corner.

I lowered my weapon. I’d make my next move when I heard that Riley was free and safe in our cell. I sank onto the floor directly across from my prisoner, the gun still trained on him as I tried to figure out a way to get out of this mess.

I had Harrison’s phone nestled in hand and I looked down at the blank screen, trying to figure out how to proceed.

An idea came to mind. It was a good thing Harrison had already proven to be a fool.

I decided to get him riled. “You only think you’re so tough because you wear that uniform, but I bet you’ve never done one bad thing in your life. You’re just a little pansy aren’t you?” I asked, hoping he’d take the bait.

He remained silent.

I forced a chuckle. “Yeah, no surprise there. Every man in this place could rip you to shreds, you’re only hiding behind your flimsy little badge. We’ve done drugs, we’ve killed men, we’ve raped, stolen…we’ve taken all the risks and what have you done? Got yourself a speeding ticket?” I shook my head as he watched me; his anger clearly rising, “Pathetic.”

I knew guys like this. He was a blackmailer, a guy who solicited sex from prisoners, there was no way his indiscretions stopped there. Guys like this lived on the edge…they needed the rush of knowing they’d gotten away with something ‘bad’ all I had to do was get it out of him.

What skeletons did he have in his closet? The minute I deciphered that, I could begin to put my plan into action.

I could only hope my little friend in the corner actually had a few skeletons in his closet or I was just about screwed.

Fifteen minutes later I figured I’d gotten about everything he was willing to give me which was absolutely nothing. Other than sex with prisoners his background seemed to be as clean as a whistle and I wondered what I could use against him when I finally decided to put my plan into action.

I looked down at his phone screen once more then back at the guy. When the knock sounded at the door, I was on my feet in an instant...the weapon still trained on Harrison, who was just a little slower in his movements.

“He’s being escorted to his cell right now sir.” I made out and I released a pent up breath.

Okay that was one problem out of the way.

When he closed the door Harrison looked at me. “You know they’re eventually gonna get suspicious right? You can’t keep me in here forever.” He hissed and I flashed the gun to the corner to get him moving.

I flipped out the phone, dialed the number and put it to my ear.

I’d tell him everything but the fact that I’d gotten into this mess because I was trying to help Riley. The less the captain knew as it related to my love-struck cell mate; the better.

When the voice on the other end sounded, I took a deep breath and began my explanation.

“Sir we have a problem.”

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~Riley’s POV~

It was hours before Nathan stumbled into the cell. No matter how hard I’d tried to sleep I couldn’t, having been too worried about him. I’d never known a visit to go on for so long or one to even take place at night time and my mind had begun to dredge up a million scenarios as I’d lain on my bunk…waiting for his return.

I looked up at him when the guard finally left and tried to make out his expression in the dark room. He seemed a bit worn; with the way he was carrying himself and my worry grew.

“Where’ve you been?” I asked, trying not to sound like the clingy, interdependent brat he probably already saw me as.

He turned to me then and I was able to see his eyes in the dim lighting.

He seemed to be looking me over; for what, I had no idea, but when his eyes settled on my wrapped knuckles I drew then under the sheet.

“The guards just needed to ask me some questions about another inmate. It’s fine, go back to sleep.” He finally spoke up and for some reason I had the niggling suspicious that he had lied to me.

I couldn’t explain it but something wasn’t right here. I chose, however to let it go, it wasn’t my problem after all right? I turned away from him, pulling the sheets up to my chin and closed my eyes tightly trying to get to sleep. It was as I struggled to even zone out his shuffling, that I felt his hand in my hair.

I stiffened at his touch, feeling my body heat but I refused to turn around.

Then the fingers were on my cheek. I turned my head back and forth to dislodge his hand and he pulled away. “Why are you doing this?” I asked then.

“You don’t care about me, you made that perfectly clear and you told me we’re done so what do you want?” the words came out harshly and I immediately regretted my tone when I was greeted by silence.

I turned on the bed so I could take in his expression and found him kneeling on the floor beside my bunk. His eyes found mine and I gasped at their intensity, but he dropped his head onto my shoulder and my heart sped. Then he turned his head slightly and I felt the gentle brush of his warm lips against my neck and I swallowed hard.

“Things aren’t as simple as I’d like for them to be Riley.” He’d whispered the words and my brows furrowed in confusion as I waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t. Instead he pulled away and stood. I watched him as he removed his shirt, dropped it onto the floor and pulled himself up onto his own bunk.

“What does that even mean?” I asked into the silence.

More silence greeted me and I pushed away the covers and hopped out of bed.

“Could I sleep up there with you tonight?” I asked. I’d said I would try to get over him. I knew he didn’t care about me but I couldn’t help myself. When it came to him I felt as if I was losing myself, as if I could take a thousand heartbreaks, anything he had to throw my way as long as I got the chance to touch him, to hear him speak, to have him hold me.

“Riley.” He began and I could sense the rejection in his tone so I climbed up onto his bunk and shuffled my way in beside him before he could get the rest of the sentence out. I heard him sigh in defeat and then his arm came around me as if it belonged there.

He shifted slightly to pull the covers over my body and I snuggled closer; feeling secure against his heat.

“I’m sorry about today, I shouldn’t have done what I did. It was selfish and childish and stupid.” I began.

No response.

“I swear I won’t do it again. I won’t even bring up how I feel about you. It doesn’t matter anymore I promise.” I continued.

“I don’t blame you for what you did Riley… you wanted answers and you felt that was the best way to get them but you’re right...it was stupid and the next time you even think about doing it I’ll request a cell transfer.” His voice had an edge to it as he said the words but the slight brush of his lips against the back of my neck softened them.

“I won’t” I told him firmly.

“I’m old enough to make my own decisions though Nate. I’m not a child. I can deal with heartbreak and all that shit. It won’t be unfair to me if we continue what we have. You don’t know this, but I loved you from the start and it still didn’t change anything. I can handle it.” I told him.

My gaze travelled to the cell door and onto the corridor then I closed my eyes and waited for his response.

I could feel his heart beating against my back and I wished my shirt was off so I could feel his skin against mine.

“Your actions today say otherwise.”

“I was just hurt, I wasn’t thinking but I’ve had time to think about it and really I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way. I just want us to go back to the way we were. No strings…that’s it.”

I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever get through to him. Nathan was stubborn and I’d come to realize that he wasn’t one to give second chances or take bullshit from anybody, but in the few short minutes it had taken me to think it through; I’d come to the realization that we don’t always get what we want in life.

Sometimes we had to just take the little scraps that were offered to us and be grateful we got even that. Nate would be leaving for good in just a little over two months; after that I might never even lay eyes on him again so if sex was all he could offer then I’ would take it and I’d savor it until we were no longer together; because he was worth it. Nate was worth it.

I turned in his arms then, so that we were facing each other. His eyes were closed but they drifted open when I kissed his chin. Then I smiled and watched as he tried to fight against his own grin before shaking his head and looking to the ceiling. So I kissed his cheek, then the corner of his eye and spread my hand onto his chest so I could feel the beating of his heart against my palm.

“I won’t ask you for any more than you can give me.” I whispered then and he turned his head to look at me.

His expression was serious but it was his eyes that caught me. They looked so tormented, so distressed that I had to cup his cheek and kiss his lips just so whatever I saw in them would go away. I didn’t understand the look; I couldn’t tell if I had only imagined it, but it wasn’t something I wanted to glimpse again and so I deepened the kiss, moving slightly on top of him so I could make the greatest impact.

It didn’t take long for his arms to wind around me and then he was kissing me just as fiercely. I tasted blood when his teeth grazed my bottom lip and fought to gain the upper hand as his tongue delved into my mouth but it was not to be so. He flipped me over so that I was trapped beneath him and I felt the tearing of fabric before my shirt left my body. All the while our lips never parted.

Then he was kissing my neck, sucking at the flesh until I gasped from the pain/pleasure of it. I felt his hands dancing over my chest, he squeezed a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I hissed, arching my body so that my lower half came into contact with his.

I felt as if I was on fire as his mouth replaced his fingers and he sucked the swollen bud into his mouth. My hands moved from his shoulders and into his hair; holding him there as he brought pleasure to my sensitive nipple.

I moaned when he found my lips again in a bruising kiss; I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak I could only feel. His hands were everywhere, kneading and rubbing, scratching and squeezing as the kiss continued.

I reveled in his strength; at the power he had over me. I trembled beneath him; my member swollen and ready for his assault. His lips left mine then and I felt him sink his teeth into my neck before his hand came up to grip my hair, pulling my head back until my throat was exposed.

I gripped his arms; needing more. I rocked my hips against his again and again; trying to urge him along but his mouth at my throat continued its assault.

“I can’t leave you in here.” I heard him whisper fiercely against my ear but his words went unprocessed and forgotten the second he released my hair and his hand dipped into my pants. I felt a million sensations roll through my body as he held and squeezed and rubbed my turgid flesh.

It was too much…too much.

Then he was sliding the fabric from my legs and from his before he spread my legs wide and continued to touch me. I moaned and bucked and gasped and rasped out his name as his hands worked my flesh.

When I felt the pressure between my cheeks I sunk my nails into his skin. Then he was inside me and I was losing myself to him.

“Ah!”

It was many many minutes later that we lay sated in each other’s arms; sweaty and sticky yet comfortably resting. He ran his fingers through my hair while I hummed in appreciation.

“We shouldn’t have done that.” He said into the silence and I smiled.

“I don’t care, it was perfect…you were perfect.” I whispered and when he didn’t reply I turned to kiss his chin.

“No strings right?” I offered and after a few seconds he nodded.

“Right.”

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~Nathan’s POV~

I was right back where I’d started. I looked down at him humming softy and I couldn’t regret my decision to get him out of solitary. So far my cover was still intact and other than Riley’s growing feelings for me, I only had to worry about the mission ahead.

We were going to have to step up our game; too many things could happen between now and the next two months to render our mission futile; the events of earlier today proved that point.

I thought back to what had happened in the room with Harrison and how the captain had handled the situation with ease despite my lack of much information as to how I’d gotten myself into that mess in the first place.

The captain had done what was necessary; he’d pulled some strings and made a few calls to have a significant amount of illegal substance planted in Harrison’s apartment, then he’d pulled a search warrant practically out of thin air as we’d continued talking on the phone.

Not thirty minutes later, the room we’d been stuck in had been invaded by agents I’d worked with in the past and Harrison had been arrested for a crime he hadn’t committed; without any blame or suspicion cast my way.

They would hold him for exactly twenty-four hours before offering him a deal; if he chose to forget about the events of the day, the charges would be dropped and he would be a free man once again with not a mark on his record. If not, he’d be slapped with the charge of possession of an illegal substance and would be facing time with the rest of us criminals.

I was sure the spineless dog would take the deal; he was too much of a coward to even fight for his own rights and though I hated that as agents we could bend the law to suit our own purposes; in this case it had to be done; bigger fish needed to be fried here; the lives of many depended on our success and no one, not even a perverted prison guard who certainly belonged in prison, would be allowed to mess with that.

The captain had also explained that after his release Harrison would be kept at a safe house out of state; under constant surveillance for the next two months or until we cracked the case, that way I didn’t need to be looking over my shoulder all the time, worrying that one day he’d show up and sabotage everything.

When Riley sighed and snuggled closer, I turned my gaze to the ceiling. I couldn’t risk it all like that for him again. I was here for one reason and one reason only; everything else took a back seat but as I lay there in the dark cell I found myself wondering if what I told Riley was really what I wanted.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

NO GUYS, I HAD NEVER PLANNED TO MAKE NATE SLEEP WITH HARRISON SO FOR ALL THOSE WHO ARE DISAPPOINTED ...SORRY SWEETS ^_^....AND FOR THE FEW OF YOU WHO WERE JUST ABOUT READY TO ATTACK ME...YOU CAN CALM YOUR SOCKS NOW..I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING BUT REALLY YALL NEED TO UNDERSTAND THAT BAD THINGS DO HAPPEN AND YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET YOUR WAY...SO KEEP CALM AND READ ON.... In the mean time check out my story "A Vampire's Marine"

-Oh and Keep Sweet!

-DoUbLe.A

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