Eternal Souls - Wanton Renegade Part 7

"You guess?"

Tyler took a deep breath and then shook his head. "Sorry, I...I changed my mind."

He went tearing out the door only to find Pete and Ryan standing out front.

"We knew you'd chicken out," Pete pointed at him, slapping Ryan's palm with his.

"I wouldn't have chickened out if he'd been in there," Tyler muttered.

"He? He who?" Ryan demanded.

"Just the most gorgeous man you've ever seen," he grinned sheepishly at them.

"Who?" They both chimed in unison.

"Commander Donovan, of the sky police."

They both made a face. "He arrested me last night," Tyler laughed. And as they walked, he began to tell them the entire story.

By the time they reached the Stimulation Club, they were all h.o.r.n.y as bulls.

"We need a man," Ryan announced to the doorman, who pointed to the information booth inside.

"We have only one left," the young man said. "He's new."

"Alright," Tyler said. "As long as he's got the right equipment, he's in."

"Fifty debit points. Room six, one hour. You know the rules, you can do what you want...but no violence."

They all nodded as Ryan grabbed the key to room six.

In the club, the music boomed and men and women danced wildly on the dance floor. All the rooms had lights on except for six.

"Hope we don't get the sc.r.a.p," Pete complained.

They walked in and shut the door. It locked automatically behind them.

A young man stood there, totally naked. He had reddish brown hair, and blue eyes. Nice face. Long, thin body but nicely toned. And the c.o.c.k was exceptional, thick and long, maybe seven inches.

Ryan made an appreciative sound in his throat.

"Hi," Tyler said.

"h.e.l.lo," he replied. "I'm Six." They never gave their real names.

Pete looked around. There was an array of s.e.x toys lying on the table. He picked up a huge two headed vibrator.

"Get on the table, Six," Tyler told him, moving the toys aside.

He walked over and got up on the table. There were two movable leg rests at the end.

"Put your legs in the stirrups," Tyler told him, standing at the end of the table watching him.

He did.

Tyler walked over and pulled down the wrist fasteners which hung from the ceiling. He buckled one, then the other over his wrists.

"Umm, nice," Ryan said, coming closer. He reached out and began to lazily play with his c.o.c.k.

Tyler clicked his tongue. "That's exactly what I would like you to do to me. How come it's nice with him, but you never want to do that to me?"

"I don't know. I couldn't do that with you. He's a wh.o.r.e," Ryan shook his head, concentrating on fondling Six's t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es.

Pete started playing with his nipples.

Six ran a tongue over his lips and closed his eyes.

Tyler imaged that it was him on that table and Bryce Donavan was playing with his body. A surge of pleasure shot through him.

Ryan and Pete were naked now.

Number Six was moaning with pleasure.

Pete had that vibrator in his hand and he began to insert it.

Number Six's hips began to undulate.

Tyler undid his pants. He closed his eyes again. In his mind, it was him on that table. Bryce came into the room, wearing that towel he had on yesterday morning. Only this time it melted away from him, revealing a gorgeous c.o.c.k, a scrumptious a.s.s.

He saw himself withering on that table. "What are you going to do to me, Commander?"

"I'm going to use you, Tyler. I'm going to use your body. You like to act like a wh.o.r.e; I'm going to treat you like one."

He licked his lips. His pants were on the floor now. He let out a cry and exploded. Number Six on the table cried out with him as Ryan got up on the table and began to thrust into him.

Pete had his c.o.c.k in the Six's mouth, who was sucking it with enthusiasm.

Tyler pulled up his pants. He knew what he wanted, but now it was more complicated. Not only did he know what he wanted, he knew who he wanted it with.

RESTLESS DREAMS

Bryce squinted at the wall where he had positioned the time screen. It said four twenty-two P.M. He had only been asleep for three hours. The sunlight was streaming in through the window, but usually he had no problems sleeping in the daytime.

It was those d.a.m.n dreams he'd been having, ever since he had moved to this place. Last night, he had dreamt of vampires. Although he couldn't make out any faces, he saw sharp teeth, blood and s.e.x, lots of s.e.x and it was hot. He knew he was in the dream but it was foggy. Then he could have sworn that he saw Tyler Rose. And for some reason, he was happy to see him, which of course didn't correspond to reality at all.

Bryce yawned and sat up. He needed a night off, but he wouldn't be able to take one yet. No wonder Ruby City was full of crime; the sky police were totally undisciplined. They were not above crawling into a vehicle with some suspect and having s.e.x. They were very easy to bribe and unless they were dying of boredom, they basically turned the other way when a crime was being committed.

Although he had only been in command a little over a week, he had seen it all.

Getting up, he walked naked into the bathroom and took a shower. His phone rang as soon as he got out.

He rubbed his hair with a towel and clicked it on.

It was Smart. "Hi Sir," he murmured.

"What?" he asked.

"Ah, just wanted to know if you want me to schedule extra patrols tonight? It's the weekend and Ruby Miracle gave everyone their yearly bonus today...will probably be one h.e.l.l of a party."

He sighed. "Great. Okay, do it. I'll be in at four."

"I'll hold down the fort, sir," he said and rang off.

Several of the other sky officers stood around Smart as he closed his phone, two young men who were desperately trying to get the Commander to notice them, and a few women who were now describing the Commander's gorgeous chest. "You were not supposed to be peering over my shoulder into my phone," Smart chastised them. "Get back to work." Besides, he thought, he had plans for Commander Donavan, plans that did not include anyone else but him.

Bryce lay back down on his bed and closed his eyes. Maybe he could catch another hour of sleep. He saw a great s.h.i.+p. He saw a young man, Tyler, only different, his hair was different, he was dressed...in clothes.

"Daniel," he said softly.

"My love," he heard himself moan. Love?

Then blood, a blade slicing through the air. "No," he called out, bolting upright in bed. He was shaking.

What in h.e.l.l was that? He shook his head, and got up. That freaked him out. He didn't want to try and sleep anymore. He arrived at the Sky Station early.

Smart walked into his office without knocking, which caused him to turn around sharply and glare at him.

He was in a foul mood again so it seemed. He'd been like that most of the week.

"h.e.l.lo. Sorry to disturb you, Sir."

"Yes?" he lifted an eyebrow.

"I don't mean to be intrusive but..."

"Well, apparently you do mean to be intrusive or we wouldn't be having this conversation," he said, taking a seat behind his desk.

He cleared his throat. "It's just that you've been so tense and..."

A ghost of a smile played across his lips. "And you think you might have the solution, Captain?"

"Well, I was wondering if you wouldn't let me show you the pleasures of Ruby City this weekend? I have some time off and you are due some." He waited.

"Well, I'll say one thing for you, Captain, you're persistent," he commented dryly.

He grinned. "So, what do you say?"

"I doubt I will have the time but I'll take it under consideration," he told him.

His grin broadened. "You won't regret it." He nodded. "Good. I don't like regret. So, I'll be going out on patrol in an hour. Bring me the input file on last year's event."

"Right away," he beamed, racing out of the office to get the equipment.

GRANDFATHER

"Are you listening to me, Tyler?"

Tyler awoke from his daydream and gazed over at Jack Rose. "What? Yea, I'm listening. You said you wanted me to...ah...?"

"You weren't listening," he growled. "d.a.m.n it, Tyler. It's time you got serious and stopped running around with those two boys. What are their names...Josh and Paul?"

Tyler sighed, "Ryan and Pete."

"Well, whatever." He threw up his hands. "They're bad news. They distract you from what you really should be concentrating on, running Ruby Miracle."

There was silence. He didn't know how many times he had told his grandfather that he didn't want to run Ruby Miracle. He was the kind of man that always chose to ignore whatever didn't fit in with his way of thinking. He had given up telling him that.

Every morning, he was subjected to sitting in this stuffy little office and doing what his grandfather called "learning the business from the ground up." He felt as if he were on a collision course with h.e.l.l.

"Do you think I'm proud that I had to rescue you from a prison term last week?"