Free Conquest by S. J. Frost

Brandon would be so pissed when he got that message thinking he was mocking him for being overprotective. He’d figure out some way to convince Brandon he hadn’t been messing with him. Maybe he could introduce him to Evan. Then again, maybe not. Brandon adored Evan’s music and looks, he’d freak out if he was within touch range. Jesse’d worry about it later. Right now, he had more important things to stress over, like what was going to happen once he and Evan were alone together.
    He knew what he wanted to happen. He wanted Evan to take his body for his own, to master it, possess it. He wanted to feel Evan’s weight on top of him. He wanted to taste Evan’s tongue, his skin, his ecstasy. But the thought of the coming morning continued to haunt him, and for the first time in his life, his emotions began to win over his physical desire.
    He wondered if he felt this way because Evan’s celebrity status had always put him at the level of unattainable. Yet even if Evan were a garbage man instead of a superstar singer, he’d still feel this way. It was how Evan looked, how he moved, how he laughed, his personality, that captured him. As a man, not the famed singer, Evan was inherently sexy. Now if only he knew how many other people in Evan’s life he would have to battle if he wanted to stretch this night toward the unreachable horizon.
    Jesse focused his attention on the Ferrari as it glided down the empty streets to the secluded outskirts of town. It went down a quiet road that worked its way toward the lake. The right blinker flashed, and Evan turned onto a private road blocked by a set of ten-foot high steel gates. Two tall, white brick pillars rose on either side of the gates, each mounted with a security camera. Private Property and No Trespassing signs warned against unwanted visitors. When the gates opened at Evan’s approach, Jesse assumed they must be on a remote control. The Ferrari rolled through, and Jesse tapped the throttle to follow. As he looked in his rearview mirror and saw the gates closing behind him, he felt like he had just left the world he knew behind.
    The private road wound through a thick copse of oaks and maples, then broke free to open space. Fields stretched out on both sides, and to his right, Jesse could see Lake Michigan dark with the night as if it were a second sky. He rolled his window down. Only the chirping of crickets and the waves sloshing in the distance came to his ears. He could smell the water of the lake, feel the cool moisture of it in the air. He absorbed the peaceful atmosphere. The most nature he ever got was when he went running in Grant Park.
    He brought his gaze forward, his mouth dropped open as he saw their destination. Standing tall against the night, the front illuminated in the soft glow of ground lights, was a mansion of white brick accented with light gray stone, reminiscent of an English Victorian manor. The private road ended, and Evan swung into a drive on the right where twelve-foot high steel gates connected to a ten-foot wall made of a white brick topped with upward pointing jagged stones.
    The gates opened at Evan’s approach. Jesse went through, noticing the wall stretched on and on, enclosing the entire estate, and security cameras were mounted atop the wall at various intervals. Like the first set of gates, these closed behind him.
    He coasted up the long drive behind the Ferrari, staring at the mansion. He didn’t know why he was shocked at the size of it. With the way Evan’s career had been he must have ridiculous cash, but the house and property were the largest he had ever been to. The high two-story had a long front and sharp peaks rising to the roof that made it look more like a three-story. A castle-like stone tower on the far end from the attached three-car garage rounded the corner with stained glass windows.
    He saw to the left, the driveway circled around in front of the double oak front doors, to the right it wove around to a separate