Free The Island by Lisa Henry Page B

could rely on. A few days of itchy, peeling skin would keep his mind off Lee.
    He turned around to reach for his towel, and Lee was right in front of him. His eyes were clearer than Shaw had ever seen them.
    He stepped into the shower before Shaw could turn it off. “My name is Lee Anderson,” he said under the roar of the water. “I’m with the DEA.”
    Shaw raised his eyebrows at that. The DEA? Sure, Vornis had inherited his father-in-law’s business, but drugs were, literally, the least of his sins. The DEA didn’t know whom they’d gone up against. Whoever had supplied their intel had given them just enough rope to hang themselves.
    “Fuck,” Shaw said. “Vornis thinks you’re CIA.”
    Lee stared at him. “And who are you?”
    “Shaw,” said Shaw. “And the less you know about my business, the better.”
    “Is that it?” Lee asked. “Is that all you’ll say?”
    “You should be thankful I don’t break your neck,” Shaw told him, narrowing his eyes in the gloom. “DEA, CIA, it’s all the fucking same to me.”
    Lee’s gaze faltered. “But you’re not like him.”
    “I’m not a rapist,” Shaw said, “but I’m a lot of other things. Look, you can either keep your questions to yourself, or you can go back to Vornis right now.”
    “Will you really tell them I’m here?” Lee asked.
    Shaw frowned. He had that whole kicked-puppy look again. “I said I would. It’s up to you if you believe it or not. I don’t give a fuck what you think.”
    Lee flinched at his tone.
    “But bring it up again,” Shaw said, “and I will break your fucking neck.”
    Less shrank back. His chest rose and fell heavily.
    The moon appeared from behind the drift of a cloud, flooding the shower with silver light.
    Shaw shook his head at Lee. “And what’s this shit with following me in here? You’re not supposed to think for yourself, mate.”
    Lee shook his head slightly. “No, he um , he—it’s okay. He likes me to follow him.”
    “Yeah, I saw that,” Shaw said. “You’re a good little puppy. But I didn’t whistle.”
    “Sometimes,” Lee said, the words coming with difficulty, “sometimes I get a treat if I go to him without being called.”
    “What sort of treat?” Shaw asked with a frown, knowing he wouldn’t like the answer and wondering why he’d been compelled to ask such a stupid fucking question.
    Lee couldn’t meet his eyes. “Sometimes he won’t whip me after.”
    “Yeah,” said Shaw in a low voice. His guts twisted. “Well, he’s a sick fuck.”
    “Are you?” Lee asked, still looking at his feet.
    “Jesus,” Shaw muttered. “Just…just get out of here, okay?” He watched, astonished, as Lee went down onto his knees instead. “What the hell are you doing?”
    Lee moved forward on his knees, the coral crunching. It must have hurt, but he didn’t even wince. He was used to worse. “Just let me, please.”
    “Oh, fuck, kid,” Shaw said, and then his voice hit another pitch as Lee reached out for his cock. “ Fuck .”
    One slender hand wrapped around his shaft. The other cupped his balls. Shaw jerked back and cracked his head on the wall of the shower recess.
    “Don’t,” he said. “You don’t have to do that. You’re not my fucking toy.”
    Lee looked up at him, and it was as good as Shaw had imagined. Better, even, because rivulets of water ran over his skin, and droplets caught on his lashes and his lips. He gleamed in the moonlight. He was beautiful.
    “I want to,” he said and angled Shaw’s cock toward his mouth.
    Shaw had a lot of reasons to push him away. He didn’t want to get any closer to the kid. He didn’t want to be the next man who used him. He didn’t want to be like Vornis in any way imaginable. And Jesus, he’d just threatened Lee, and this was how he responded? That was fucked-up. But every single protest died the second Shaw felt those warm lips close over the head of his cock.
    He’d drawn a line, he reminded himself, but couldn’t find