Sheriff Brandon Schofield and Finn Austen are still struggling to overcome the ghosts of the past and Finn's torture at the hands of his abusive partner, Dominic Bateman. Meanwhile an adult movie company has moved operations to an abandoned warehouse in Clear Water Creek and its stars are vanishing. Soon Brandon's investigation leads him to Iowa and he finds the men involved have ties to Finn's past.
As Brandon battles to bring down the crew behind the films and fight the demons--both real and those haunting the halls of Finn's mind--he hopes to slam the door on the past forever and claim the joy he and his lover deserve.
CONTENT ADVISORY: This title contains scenes of dubious consent, rape, and excessive violence.
"Oh God, oh God, don't stop."
Brandon Schofield looked up through thick lashes. He drew his head back. "When have you ever known me stop before the deed is done?"
Finn Austen looked down at him, at his lover's pink mouth, at the saliva glistening on his own eager shaft. "You stopped just now."
Brandon smiled. "That was more of a pause. Now where were we?" He went back to his task, mouth sliding with practiced ease along Finn's cock until Finn let his head drop back onto the bed, a loud groan issuing from his throat.
Damn, he'd woken up so needy this morning. And Brandon, despite the risk of being late for work, was always so obliging. He'd been halfway through dressing, only his pants and shirt still undone, when Finn had thrown him a few coy looks from the bed and wriggled a bit, his hand moving busily under the covers. Brandon had stopped and looked, got that gleam in his eye and pulled the quilt back. A moment later he was lying between Finn's legs and sending him all the way to heaven.
Finn kept one eye on the smooth, chiselled expanse of Brandon's torso and wished he'd lift his hips up so Finn could see the bulge in his uniform pants. Even better if he took his cock out and stroked himself as he sucked Finn off. That would please him just right.
He was the luckiest man in the world, he knew that.
Brandon's mouth brought him swiftly to the end. He felt his balls tighten and for a moment, that deep anxiety overcame him about coming in Brandon's mouth. Not that his lover had ever refused or indicated he wanted it any other way but still... it was hard to shake a behaviour long ingrained. Finn's fingers tightened in Brandon's hair, unconsciously wanting to push him away.
Of course, it stemmed from Dominic, who had always told Finn he never swallowed and woe betide Finn should he ever forget himself. Finn knew better than to get carried away, apart from that one night, when drunk and high on something Dominic had made him take, he'd lost control. He'd hardly been aware of where he was or what he was doing before he was coming, but boy, he soon found out about it.
He didn't want to think about this. He couldn't help but think about it. It was all he ever thought about when he was with Brandon.
Dominic had pulled back with a furious growl. As Finn lay ecstatic in the afterglow, on the verge of passing out, Dominic had reared over him and spat Finn's own semen into his face.
Finn had flinched, gasping, head turned away, dripping. He'd tried to curl himself up into a ball, but Dominic grabbed him, pushed him face down, where he made Finn remember why he should never allow himself to get carried away.
Dominic hadn't blown him ever again after that.
Finn whimpered more in agony than ecstasy as he felt himself start to come. He jerked back, tried to shove Brandon at the same time and then he felt two hands on his hips, Brandon's mouth easing down his cock. He fell back, gasping as he spurted, the orgasm ruined by the terror which consumed him whole.
He lay there panting and shaking, an arm over his eyes, tears swimming in them. Brandon smoothed a hand over his belly. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." It wasn't like this was the first time. Mostly, Brandon let Finn push him away. On stubborn days, he clung to his task, making it clear he wasn't, and wouldn't ever be, Dominic. So why did Finn still get those awful flashbacks? Why couldn't he trust Brandon with his body the way he trusted him with his heart?
