Desperate Enemies 3 Adam Carpenter (books like beach read .TXT) 📖

over Dane's body again, without realizing it, securing Dane's head on his engorged shaft. “Stay down, stay down, stay down,” he growled like a mantra through clenched teeth. Dane relaxed his throat and took the punishing onslaught of Sawyer dick, breathing furiously through his nose.

“OH FUCK! TAKE IT, DANE. TAKE ME. SWALLOW ALL OF ME!”

The car passed without incident as Sawyer passed the point of no return. His hips bucked up into Dane's face, shaking the car.

Dane's cheeks bulged as the load filled his mouth and then was swallowed. He didn't take his mouth away until the dick had gone soft and the tremors of orgasm had receded.

Minutes later, Sawyer eased the sports car out of its hiding spot. After they turned the corner, the dark Cadillac, parked further down the street, sprang to life. This time, it followed far behind with headlights off.

* * * *

The address turned out to be that of a ramshackle two-story house, long since abandoned, not only by its owner but by the neighbors as well. Unkempt lots of overgrown grass bordered the structure on either side, leaving it dark and solitary. The air outside was still.

Carefully, the boys ascended the porch steps and pulled at the rusted knob of the front door. It was unlocked. They stopped just inside, looking into the oily blackness of the room before them.

Then the room brightened, lit from behind them, from outside. A car pulled up, nose in toward the sidewalk rather than parallel to the street. Dane and Sawyer tensed for trouble as they squinted into the halogen luminescence. A figure stepped forward with a smirk that was unmistakable to Dane—Kyle Montana.

“Kyle, you shit!”

“Let's just get this over with and we're done.” The college student walked past the couple, into the gloominess of the house. His lighter flicked once, twice and then stayed lit. “Guys at school sometimes use this place for pledging.” He walked about, lighting candles that were scattered here and there. Soon, the room, clearly a living room, was alight. Kyle turned to Dane. “Let's get this party started.”

“I should kick your ass.”

The redhead lifted his hands. “Just to let you know, I have some friends in the car. Don't cause any shit and there won't be any.”

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a memory stick. “Hope you brought your wallets. Here's the first item for sale.”

Neither Dane nor Sawyer needed to ask what was on the device. It was a copy of their sex tape. The one Dane cursed himself for not erasing when Sawyer asked him to.

“How much is it worth to you?”

Dane stepped forward. “Let me ask you a question, dickhead. How much is the little gay video you made with me worth?”

Kyle's smile faltered. “I erased it. It's gone.”

“Uh-uh.”

“Don't fuck with me.”

Sawyer shrugged noncommittally, “We're not. Before you took his stuff, Dane, here, emailed your video to his business partner in New York.” Kyle looked from Sawyer to Dane in panic.

“Tell you what,” Dane offered. “You shove that flash drive up your ass or someplace where it'll never be seen again, and we'll make sure your skin flick never sees the light of day.”

This wasn't how Kyle had expected things to go. His heart was beating so hard, it echoed in his ears.

“Your choice, Kyle.”

The kid stood there, frozen. Not sure what to do. Dane tapped Sawyer's shoulder and they turned to leave. “Fine. Have fun explaining the video to your friends and family.”

“Wait!” Kyle looked down at the memory stick.

Then a gruff voice barked out from the shadows, “Oh please, you're not going to fall for that, are you? They're bluffing.”

From the darkness of what might have been the kitchen or the dining room, Danvers Converse stepped forward.

He explained to the three puzzled faces, “Forgive me, but I thought I'd come in the back way; you're familiar with such a concept I assume.” Then he pulled out his billfold. “Tell you what, kid. I'll buy that thing from you . . . for, say, one thousand dollars.”

Kyle's eyes widened with greed.

Converse's eyes narrowed at Dane and Sawyer. “That is, unless these boys want to try and outbid me.”

Sawyer silently cursed. Rose Emerson's plan would have worked perfectly; they were up to the acting challenge. But who could have foreseen a second, more powerful writer changing the script? And adding his own twist. Clearly, the car that had been following them earlier had contained Converse.

Kyle Montana held out the flash drive in one outstretched hand and awaited payment with the other. Converse, bald, slightly ruddy in the face, stepped regally forward, counting out ten one-hundred-dollar bills. As the college student's hands closed on the cash, the older man snatched the memory stick. It immediately disappeared in his suit pocket.

“Um, mister, I have their camera equipment and computer in my trunk. I can make you a good deal on that too—”

Converse dismissed Montana with a flick of his hand. “I believe I have everything I came for, thank you.”

“Don't take this personally, Mr. Block.” The silver-haired man approached Sawyer, facing him down. “It's business. And I'm a businessman. You boys were never going to live happily ever after up on that hill. Wonderland is not a fairy tale. And it has no place for fairies like you. But I'm not a heartless prick . . . not if I can help it anyway.” He pulled out a few more bills and pressed them into Sawyer's hand. “Go and have a nice lunch tomorrow, someplace fancy.” He sneered. “It'll be the last time your adoring public will see you before you're. . . well, exposed. As it were.”

That's when Dane stepped forward, just as Dylan had shown him. Always step into a punch, and aim for a spot on the other side of your opponent's head. Dane's fist collided against Converse's nose with a sharp crack. The blow sent the man on his ass.

“You son of a bitch! You broke my dose!”

Dane was inclined to agree, judging from the