Free Packing Heat by Kele Moon Page A

the bed, curled into white
    sheets, looking unusualy vulnerable. There was something in the
    way the sheets were puled up high, one large hand clutching the
    edge as if looking for security.
    Gavin’s breath caught as he studied the hard edges to Brad’s
    features, the way his jaw seemed locked and tense, the stiff line of
    his broad shoulders under the sheets. It was almost as if Brad was
    waiting for an attack, though it was obvious he was deeply asleep.
    He hadn’t even stirred when Gavin opened the door. That in itself
    was odd, considering Brad’s job forced him to come to ful
    wakefulness on a dime.
    Taking advantage of Brad when he was defenseless was
    probably wrong, but Gavin remembered the way Brad brushed him
    off at dinner, and decided he didn’t realy give a fuck. He jumped
    on the bed when he could have just leaned over and handcuffed at
    least one of Brad’s wrists to the wrought iron headboard, but it
    turned out Gavin was feeling more aggressive than he gave himself
    credit for.

ChapterSeven
    Brad felt like he couldn’t breathe, as if the weight of the
    world were crushing down on his chest. He fought the heaviness of
    sleep, stil halfway trapped in nightmares where he was forced to
    watch Gavin being ridiculed in front of al his friends and coworkers,
    which was a thousand times worse than his usual dreams where
    Brad was the sole target for the hate.
    “Jesus! Your wrists are fucking huge.” Gavin’s voice filtered
    through his fogged senses, and Brad fought against him, not realy
    sure if it was dream Gavin or the real one. He lashed out, using his
    free hand to shove at the weight on his chest. He took a breath of
    unrestricted air when the weight lifted, though the moment was
    short-lived. Gavin jumped back on him with a low growl. “You’re
    going down, big man.”
    Brad came fuly awake to the feeling of Gavin wrestling with
    his right arm, pushing it back against the head of the bed. When the
    sensation of cold metal cutting into his wrist hit him, he jerked his
    arm instinctively away from the restriction. He nearly dislocated his
    shoulders when he realized not one but both his wrists were now
    handcuffed to the bed. Brad tilted his head back and stared at the
    metal glinting in the moonlight.
    “What the fuck?” he rasped, trying not to hyperventilate as he
    moved his arms again. The scrape of the cuffs against wrought iron
    sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Brad because it meant he was
    trapped and decidedly out of control. “Unlock these.”
    “No, I don’t think I wil.”
    Brad lifted his head to look at Gavin, who was stil straddled
    over Brad’s chest. His breathing was heavy, his light eyes narrowed
    in a raw fury that was shocking enough to render Brad temporarily
    speechless. He didn’t think Gavin was capable of getting that angry,
    but he’d obviously been way off with that assessment.
    “This is not my thing,” Brad said slowly, stil fighting to hide
    his panic. “Realy, Gav, you need to unlock these handcuffs and get
    the fuck off me. This is not my kink.”
    “And you think I give a shit what your kink is?” Gavin lifted
    his eyebrows mockingly. “You wanna get free, you’ve gotta fucking
    earn it.”
    Brad gritted his teeth, battling his temper and anxiety. The
    war was lost before it realy started. He let out a low growl of fury
    and grabbed the metal headboard, forcing the entire bed to move
    with the power of his anger. “Unlock these fucking cuffs, Connoly!
    Get them the fuck off me or I swear to God the second I get free
    I’m gonna make you sorry you ever met me! Unlock ’em! You hear
    me, you crazy Irish bastard; unlock the fucking cuffs!”
    He jerked at the handcuffs, making the bed move once more,
    his temper stil wild and untamed. He couldn’t get free, and he
    couldn’t buck Gavin off him because of how high Gavin was sitting
    on his chest. Al he could do was sit there and rage, shaking the
    bed, cussing out Gavin, using every