Free 4-Bound By Danger by SE Jakes Page A

years, and even though they didn’t talk often, he knew the man understood. “I want Sawyer, but—”
    “You’re being a complete asshole instead,” Damon finished.
    “I didn’t think this would be that hard,” Rex admitted. “I’m scared, and he’s terrified. We’re a couple of fucking women.”
    “Does he know about Josh?”
    “He knows about the capture—nothing more.”
    “Maybe it’s time he does,” Damon said. “I get you’re not into Domming anymore. I get that more than anyone, but those Dom instincts never really go away. They’re a part of you for a reason. Call on them and see if that helps at all.”
    Damon had a damned good point. Rex had gone so far in the opposite direction from Domming these days, he often felt lost. Not using them with Josh, his former lover, hadn’t been a problem, but in this situation, well, being in control—taking control—was probably what would be best for both him and Sawyer.
    He knew Sawyer and Jace had gotten close on their first mission that had gone goatfuck. It happened right after Rex had gotten there to take charge of the team, but he hadn’t been in on the planning of the mission they’d been in trouble on. They’d been lent to another team because of Sawyer’s sniping abilities and Jace’s expertise at demolition.
    The helpless feeling of knowing those two were beyond rescue for an entire stretch of night in dangerous country had made Rex flash back to a horrible time of his own. He’d only known the two SEALs for a month, and he and Sawyer had connected instantly, an attraction he knew blew Sawyer away. He’d seen it in the boy’s eyes when they’d met, when Sawyer came into his office thinking the old CO was still there—he’d been pissed and was ripping into the guy, which Rex had to admit was more than fucking fair—and when Rex had taken off his hat and turned, Sawyer’s mouth kind of gaped open for a second. And it had nothing to do with being stunned that he was yelling at his new boss.
    No, the attraction was palpable. Electric. Rex was still surprised they hadn’t kissed at that moment. He’d never believed in anything at first sight, because even lust needed a little time to grow, but since meeting Sawyer, he’d become a convert.
    And then he’d spent the rest of their time working together yelling at the kid, who wasn’t really a kid at all, and wondering how Sawyer could be straight and still look at Rex the way he did.
    Sawyer, with light brown hair that got streaks of blond whenever he was in the sun and a face that held enough of an edge to keep him from being classic all-American good-looking, all of which drew Rex to him constantly. Sawyer was constant movement to Rex’s solid stance; they balanced each other in the field, and Rex wondered if that balance would hold up in their personal lives.
    But he hadn’t allowed himself to spend any off-duty time with Sawyer, held him at arm’s length.
    Damon broke his reverie, saying, “Just so you know, I did tell Clint what you said.”
    “And?”
    “He’s with Jace now. For better or for worse. He knows as well as the rest of us that not all secrets are meant to be kept.”
    At least something was right for someone on his team.
    “Thanks, Damon. I’ll keep that in mind,” Rex told his friend before hanging up the phone…and he really tried to believe he meant it.
     
     
    After they’d fucked each other senseless, Jace lay on his back on the mattress, Clint’s thigh thrown across his body in a show of possession that Jace both liked and hated.
    “You need more of an apology, don’t you?” Clint asked.
    “Don’t do that shit—don’t pretend you can read my mind.”
    Clint propped himself up on his elbow and stared down at him. “I’m not right?”
    “I really thought…fuck.” Jace rolled away and stared out the windows that overlooked the ocean from the second floor. He wondered why Clint’s faked death had affected him so badly after only several