Brad's Rock [Rescue for Hire 7] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Read online

  “Feels so good. Please, please…” Brad arched back against Rock’s sweat-coated chest.

  “Lean forward, honey. Present your ass,” Rock ordered.

  Immediately Brad laid his chest on the bed, keeping his legs spread wide. Rock never slowed the motions of his fingers, enjoying how the new angle let him spear Brad’s ass deeper. Brad reached back and grabbed both ass cheeks, spreading them wide.

  Rock watched his fingers being swallowed by Brad’s hole, the tiny ass muscles tightening, trying to hold them inside. Pulling them free, Rock gloved up and squeezed more lube directly inside Brad’s hole.

  Throwing the tube over his shoulder, Rock thrust his cock into Brad’s ready ass. Both men groaned in unison, Rock barely controlling the orgasm that wanted to burst free.

  Reaching around, Rock grabbed Brad’s weeping cock. Setting up a brisk rhythm, Rock fucked Brad with his dick and hand, showing no mercy to the begging, moaning man.

  With his hands still spreading his cheeks and Rock working him hard, Brad arched straight up and screamed. Cum shot across the bedspread in long white streaks, inflaming Rock’s excitement until hot cum painfully exploded out of his cock, filling the condom full.

  Rock continued to piston into the man until every last drop was milked from his balls. Both men collapsed forward onto the bed, pulling deep breaths of air into screaming lungs.

  “I think you killed me,” Brad said, chest heaving.

  “No, honey, I brought you to life,” Rock responded.

  Brad’s body stilled beneath him. Rock could see his man was turning that statement over in his mind. Brad looked over his shoulder, and serious light blue eyes met Rock’s.

  “Yeah, you did. Thank you.” Brad smiled, sweet dimples appearing, and Rock fell in love.

  Clearing his throat, Rock kept his expression friendly. “Anytime.”

  “I’ll hold you to that,” Brad said, still smiling.

  “Okay.” Rock leaned over and kissed the side of Brad’s mouth, dipping his tongue into the dimple.

  “Rock.”

  “What?”

  “Get up, I’m sticking to the wet spot,” Brad complained.

  Rock laughed and pulled out of Brad’s hole. Holding the condom in place with one hand, he took Brad’s arm, steadying him so he could get his feet under him.

  Fists pounding on the bedroom door startled Rock. Immediately he went into a crouching position, hands up, ready to fight or defend.

  “Rock, we’ve been called in on a rescue. Get your stuff together and be at the equipment shed in fifteen,” Cade ordered through the door. “We’re going to need Lily.”

  Rock and Brad looked at each other. Brad started laughing.

  “What are you laughing at?” Rock demanded.

  “Well, you’re naked, crouched over like you are about to fight someone, with a filled condom around your dick.” Brad’s shoulders were bobbing he was laughing so hard.

  Rock straightened and started for the bathroom. Over his shoulder he said, “Just remember, honey, Cade came to your bedroom door to get me. Obviously he knew I was here, and I’m sure he knows exactly what we were doing.”

  Brad’s quick intake of a surprised breath had Rock laughing all the way to the bathroom.

  Less than an hour later, Damian was piloting an airplane containing Rock, Treble, Tony, Gabriel, Shane—who Rock learned the team called Commander—and Lily toward the vast forest of Upper Michigan. With expert precision, he landed on a remote landing strip, and the team was greeted by the local sheriff.

  Cliff Olsen was a slim middle-aged man with shiny silver hair and intelligent clear blue eyes. Rock could see he took his job in law enforcement seriously.

  After shaking the Commander’s hand in welcome, he turned toward the whole team. “This afternoon a silver alert was issued for Walter Clanett. Mr. Clanett is eighty-four years old and one hundred fifty pounds. He has short gray hair with a receding hairline. Mr. Clanett is also in the early stages of dementia. According to his family, he becomes easily confused and is forgetful.” The sheriff looked down at the clipboard he was holding. “He was last seen wearing blue jeans held up with suspenders and a red and black flannel shirt.”

  “Where was he last seen, Sheriff?” the Commander asked.

  “According to the daughter, he was sitting on a bench in the backyard at her house in a small town about ten miles from here. The temperature had warmed up to the low sixties, and he was enjoying the fall colors,” the sheriff answered. “My men have combed a radius of four blocks around the daughter’s house, including searching house to house.”

  “Was a canine unit brought in?” Rock asked.

  “No, one wasn’t available,” Sheriff Olsen answered. “There is one other thing. The neighbor’s car is missing. But they have a rebellious son and aren’t sure if he took it.”

  “Well, let’s start at the daughter’s house and see what we can find,” the Commander said.

  The group arrived at their destination and were greeted by a frantic Helen Clanett. “I heard you were the best. Please, you have to find my father. The temperature is dropping, and he’s so frail.”

  “Helen, would it be possible if we went around to the backyard where your father was last seen?” Sheriff Olsen asked.

  “Of course, right this way.” Helen led the group to a park-like backyard with huge trees and a small manmade coy pond. A bench and a couple of chairs sat next to the pond so a person could sit and enjoy the fish. Right now, lights glowed on poles strategically place around the yard.

  “Could you please find an article of clothing that your father has worn but you haven’t washed yet? It’s best if you could put it in a plastic bag,” Rock said.

  “Oh, okay, I’ll be right back,” Helen responded and hurried back into the one-story modest ranch house.

  Minutes later she came back with a clear plastic bag containing a felt derby hat. “Will this work?” she asked, handing it to Rock.

  “Thanks,” Rock said, shaking the bag. Walking a few feet away he knelt on the ground in front of a sitting Lily. Opening the bag, he let Lily stick her nose in it.

  “I was wondering if your father had a cell phone,” Tony asked.

  “Yes he does. I called it, but it keeps going to voice mail,” Helen answered.

  From the corner of his eye, Rock saw Tony open his laptop computer. “What is his telephone number?” he asked.

  Lily indicated that she had smelled the hat enough. “Search,” Rock ordered.

  Rock followed Lily to the bench. From there, she headed around the house to the front yard. Taking a sharp right, Lily went across the concrete driveway and to the neighbor’s neat, freshly cut yard. In the moonlight, Rock could see a set of darker footprints cut through the dew on the grass. They led straight to the neighbor’s driveway. Lily agreed and went straight to the place where the grass ended at the side of the driveway.

  “His scent ended right here, Commander,” Rock called over to the group that had moved to the front yard. Seeing that they were all staring intently at Tony’s computer, Rock went over to them.

  “Mr. Clanett’s cell phone is currently located just off of Fisher Road about fifteen miles south of here,” Tony said, pointing a finger at a red blinking dot.

  “Years ago my dad’s family owned a cottage about three miles from there. Do you think he stole the Frimarts’ car and tried to go there?” Helen asked, hands twisting the bottom of her coat.

  “What about the Frimarts’ missing son? Where does he fit in all of this?” Treb asked.

  “Who knows? The parents weren’t even sure if he is at a friend’s house or at the mall,” the sheriff informed them.

  “Sheriff, could you take us to Fisher Road?” the Commander asked. “If he’s not with his phone, we can spread out and start searching.”

  Twenty minutes later, Rock was getting out of the sheriff’s full-sized SUV near the spot the red dot on Tony’s laptop was blinking. A deep ditch followed the side of the ro
ad. Sweeping the beam of his flashlight over the area in front of him, Rock and Lily carefully made their way down the uneven bank toward the bottom, with everyone else following at a distance in case Lily picked up something. For Rock, the path the car had taken was crystal clear, even though the sides of the ditch were covered in hard rocks the size of basketballs.

  The bottom of the ditch was deeper than Rock thought, and he soon found himself wading through six-foot-tall cattails and knee-deep icy water. Lily was pulling hard on the retractable leash Rock used, and he hurried faster, stumbling on the overturned and broken vegetation.

  A green Chevy Cavalier immersed in the water came into view. Rock yelled, “Car in the water.”

  Running as fast as he could through the murky liquid, Rock reached the small car and shined his flashlight into the driver’s side window. Behind the steering wheel was an unconscious teenager. Dried and fresh oozing blood covered the side of his face from an open wound on his forehead.

  Shining the light over to the passenger seat revealed the car door was standing wide open. Rock swept the light over the back seat area, finding no sign of the old man. Immediately Rock started around the front of the car, letting Lily go to the open door ahead of him. A quick glance behind him showed Gabriel yanking open the driver’s door to attend to the injured young man.

  By the time Rock reached the passenger door, Lily had explored the seat and was now pulling at the lead, heading farther away from the road. They made their way over the smaller embankment on the forest side of the ditch. Feet numbed by cold water, Rock kept up with Lily’s fast pace through the thick woods, his keen eyes picking up the signs of the trail Lily was following.

  The line of hair running along Lily’s spine stood up, and her deep bloodhound howl echoed through the forest. The hair on the nape of Rock’s neck rose, and goose bumps prickled along his arms. They were close to finding the victim.

  In the glow of his flashlight, Rock saw a soaking wet, shivering old man sitting on the ground against the side of a huge old oak tree. His sweet Lily stopped howling and slowly went up to the old man, who immediately put one of his arms around her thick, wrinkled neck and hugged her.

  Lovely Lily sat down and patiently let the old man hold her close while he talked to her.

  “Nicolas wanted to see the old cabin I was telling him about,” Walter Clanett was explaining to Lily when Rock came up to them. “That deer came out of nowhere. Can you show me where to go to find help for Nicolas?”

  Rock knelt next to the shaking old man, pulling out a Mylar blanket from one of the deep pockets of his black jacket and put it around the man’s shoulders. “Mr. Clanett, my name is Rock, and I’m here to help you.”

  “I don’t need help, Rock. Nicolas does. You have to help him. He has a good life ahead of him. He’s going to be a fireman, you know.” Walter put a frail hand on Rock’s arm.

  “My friends are helping Nicolas. Do you hurt anywhere?” Rock asked.

  “Well, Rock, the truth is my arm is broken.” The man said it so matter-of-factly Rock blinked in surprise.

  Gently, Rock ran his fingers over the man’s arm that wasn’t wrapped around Lily and felt the place where it was grossly swollen. After taking a roll of gauze out of his pocket, Rock took the wrapper off it and with quick and efficient movements, he secured Mr. Clanett’s arm to his side.

  “Do you think you can walk, Mr. Clanett?” Rock asked.

  “With your help, I think I can,” the man answered.

  Surprisingly strong after all he’d been through, Mr. Clanett stood up. Rock only had to brace him a little to help keep him steady. With Lily right next to him, the older man started walking not in the direction Rock had come from but in the opposite direction.

  “Mr. Clanett, my friends and the car are in the other direction,” Rock said. Victims could get confused when they were hurt, and Rock wanted to be especially careful with this fragile being.

  “Now, young man, I’ve run around these woods since I was a child. There’s an old dirt logging road just up ahead. I was heading toward it when I had to sit and rest for a moment. Once we get there, it will be much easier to walk,” Mr. Clanett informed him.

  Just then the Commander and the sheriff reached them. “You know, that map on the laptop showed there was a road around here,” Sheriff Olsen said.

  Out of the darkness Treb appeared, and together they helped guide Mr. Clanett out of the woods and to the road he had talked about. The sheriff radioed his deputies with their coordinates, and soon a SUV arrived to pick them up. From there, they took Mr. Clanett to a waiting ambulance on Fisher Road near the site where the little Cavalier had gone off the road.

  Rock learned later that the teenager had already been transported by a different ambulance to a hospital in the town where both victims lived.

  Overall, Rock was pleased with how his first rescue had gone. The team stayed at the hospital until they learned that both Nicolas and Mr. Clanett were okay and would remain at the hospital under observation for the next twenty-four hours.

  Rock and the team finally made it back to Granite County late in the afternoon the day after the rescue He was looking forward to spending some quality time with a certain veterinarian he had fallen in love with.

  Chapter Ten

  Brad injected the preventative vaccine into the strikingly white Persian cat his assistant was valiantly trying to keep under control.

  “That’s it, Mrs. Sutton. Midnight looks good. Keep up with clipping her claws and try that scratching post we talked about and your furniture should be saved.”

  “Thank you, Doctor Hayward.” Diane Sutton picked Midnight up and put her into a small cat carrier. “It was good to meet you and hopefully Midnight and I won’t have to see you until next year.”

  “Sounds good,” Brad responded.

  Watching the woman in her late twenties leave the room with her cat, he chuckled. She’d spent a lot of money on the purebred cat and had turned around and let her five-year-old name it. As far as he was concerned, they were lucky poor Midnight hadn’t ended up with some kind of complex with such an inappropriate name.

  After he washed his hands, he left the examining room and headed for his office, wanting to get caught up on some files that needed updating. So far his first couple of weeks working at the veterinarian clinic was going well. Marcus was a great boss, and from what Brad had seen so far, the man ran an organized business in the midst of animal chaos. Brad was impressed.

  After walking through the partially opened door, Brad shut it behind him and proceeded around his desk. Picking up the top file, he opened it, ready to sit down and get to business. Valiantly he tried not to worry about Rock on his very first rescue. He hadn’t heard anything yet, and he figured his brother, Brian, would call if something happened. The team had only left during the middle of the night before, and it was still early morning. There really wasn’t anything to worry about. At least Brad kept telling himself that.

  “Aren’t you going to say hello to your mother, Brad?” Janice Hayward asked.

  The file flew onto the desk with a plop, and Brad looked up to see his mother sitting in one of two chairs in front of his desk. Brad forced himself to breathe calmly. The counselor had given him exercises to prepare for meeting his mother again.

  “What are you doing here?” he asked.

  “I’ve been staying at your brother’s house. He denied that you were anywhere around, but when I drove past this building, I recognized your truck.” Janice Hayward’s smile was so familiar Brad felt sick. “The nice receptionist out front told me I could wait for you in here.”

  Brad hated that smile. It told him she was going to start making demands that would make him buckle. Now he had Rock, and he didn’t want to give him up.

  “Brad, I’m tired. I want you to take me home,” Janice said.

  “What are you talking about?” he asked, moving to stand behind his leather desk chair.

  “Enough of this nonsense. It’s
time to go home. I’ll let you stay at my house until we can find you a nice girl.”

  Brad’s fingers dug into the leather of the chair. Inside his head, he kept chanting, Be strong, be strong.

  “I’m not coming back with you. I have a life here,” Brad said. “You need to leave.”

  “Don’t be ridicules, Brad Hayward. You will come home with me. I am your mother,” Janice said.

  “Leave me alone,” Brad pleaded. He could feel a huge knot growing in his chest. “Mother, I won’t let you run my life any more. I’m not marrying any woman you pick out for me. It didn’t work last time, and I won’t do it again.”

  “You will do as you’re told.” Janice stood up and raised her chin. Somehow, even though she was so much smaller, she managed to look down her nose at Brad.

  Brad tried one more time to reason with the woman who’d given birth to him. “On the day Tracy died, she was going to file for divorce. Did you know that, Mother?”

  “Of course I did. I had already talked to my lawyer, and the papers were ready to be filed for me to take custody of the children,” Janice informed him.

  “What?” Brad exclaimed, heart racing.

  “Over the years I’ve had a private detective following Tracy. I have pictures and videos of all her trysts with all those men. It took a lot of money to have the children’s DNA tested to make sure they were actually yours.”

  “You didn’t.” Brad braced his legs, willing himself not to collapse in horror.

  “With all the evidence I accumulated, there was no way Tracy was ever getting custody of the children,” Janice informed him. “And you’re incompetence would be so easy to prove.”

  “What do you mean?” Brad asked, his voice weak and raspy.

  “Your drinking, my dear. I don’t think you realized how much liquor you went through in one week.” Janice’s smile was truly evil. “But I did.”

  Brad stepped back until he bumped into the bookcase behind him. Hunching his shoulders, he put his arms around his middle.

  “Now, no more arguing. I’ll be generous and give you a choice,” Janice said. “Either you come home with me and cooperate, or I will bring out my evidence of your mental breakdown and excessive drinking and have you committed until you see things my way.”