Alternative Lifestyles, Futuristic, GLBT, Mystery/Suspense, Science Fiction, Yaoi/Manga
THROUGH NEON EYES - BOOK SEVEN - POWER PART 2
Michael Barnette
Rated this issue: The Iron Maiden
Rated for series: The Iron Maiden
Length: Sigil
Price: 1.99
SKU: 1-60180-045-2
Reading order for Through Neon Eyes ...
Zoner, Control, Promise Part 1, Promise Part 2, and Breakthrough, now available with
Only $16.95
Book 1 - Zoner
Book 2 - Control
Book 3 - Promise 1
Book 4 - Promise 2
Book 5 - Breakthrough
Excerpt:
“Let me in,” the woman said, her tone commanding.
His eyes narrowed, and he stepped aside, started to close the door in her face. Her hand hit the surface, held it open.
“Listen to me, you street trash bastard!” she whispered in a razor-edged tone. Her lips twisted into a snarl as she leaned closer to him. Her breath smelled of red wine and lipstick, and something faintly bitter that he couldn't identify. “You'll let me in or I'll kick the door open.”
Bells gripped the door, refusing to let her push it open. He saw the muscles in her forearm straining, saw her putting her body behind the push, and moved his hand from doorknob to the door itself. The smile froze on his lips. A cold-burn trace of warning slid down his spine, trickling through his whole body.
Hostile intent. Her anger turning to something threatening.
“Look who talking 'bout bein' street trash,” he replied, voice an equally sharp whisper, slipping into zonespeak to piss her off more. “Shinjuku ho, let the door be or I call you master and have him deal wif you shit.”
Behind him he could hear David gasp. He turned his head just enough to see Perez had Jessman pinned to the living room wall beside the bar.
The woman shoved at the door, trying to take advantage of his distraction.
But he wasn't that distracted, and held the door against her powerful shove.
Definitely muscle enhancement there. But how much, that's the big money question, isn't it? She'll have lots of speed, but how much strength?
“Bastard,” she muttered in Japanese. “Let me in!”
“You ass ain't comin' in here. Now back off!” he replied, still speaking zonespeak, ignoring her comment. His plan didn't include her interference, and the nagging whisper from behind the barriers that walled in his past urged him to keep her out. To keep her well away from Jessman. Why he didn't know, but coupled with the fire and ice burn in his body, it was enough warning.
The Shinjuku-modded bitch had a game of her own. One that posed a risk to him, if not his lover too.
“You fucking shit, let me in!” She threw her body behind the effort to get the door open, but Bells held his ground. She couldn't get it open, he couldn't get it completely closed. Not without going full out and using all his strength, and that was a card he didn't want to play just yet.
Stalemate.
Perez's joined them at the door. “What the hell are the two of you doing?”
“This bastard won't let me in!” the woman snapped.
“Why?” Perez questioned, sounding annoyed.
Bells let go of the door, and the woman shoved it open so hard that it banged on the wall. She tried to shove her way in, but Bells didn't let her go past him, his body forming the barrier. “Boy's night. You mentioned that before, didn't you?” he asked Perez.
“She can come in and watch,” Perez told him.
The Shinjuku gunwhore smirked.
“No,” Bells told the Director softly. “She won't watch. She'll try and get in on our party.” He looked up at the taller man, a petulant, almost childish expression on his face. He reached out and ran his hands over Perez's chest, running them upward to his shoulders, putting them around the man's neck. “I wanted it to be just you, Jessman and me.”
He stepped even closer, caught the scent of arousal, felt the heat of need rising off the man's body. Rising up on his toes, he nuzzled along the underside of Perez's jaw, trailed the tip of his tongue along the line of bone, felt the faint rasp of beard stubble. “Don't you like me?” he murmured, voice pitched low, playing the man's lust against the woman's desire to remain. And he planned to win the game.
For Jessman's sake, he had to win.
With his body moved out of the doorway, the woman shoved past him. He ignored her, the tip of his tongue tracing a damp line down Perez's throat. Teasing. Fanning the fire of lust burning inside the Director's body.
Perez put his arms around Bells, pulled him closer, a quiet moan showing Bells how close he was to winning the first part of the game he was playing.
Playing for keeps.
Still on his toes, he moved his thigh between Perez's legs, shifted his stance and rubbed himself against the Director's thigh. He was hard, giving Perez what he wanted. Encouragement. An excuse. An enticement too good to ignore. Too good to pass up. He moved his hands down Perez's chest, caressing, the motion of his hands slow, body undulating along the taller man's, a low dance of seduction that had nothing to do with the music playing from the TV.
Book 1 - Zoner
Book 2 - Control
