About Guardian Angel: Fight
by Sean Michael
35 pages
/ 12000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-092-4, 1-60370-092-7
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Rafe and Daniel return in this final installment of the Guardian Angel chaser. They’ve been living a life of leisure in Daniel’s Wyoming cabin, but they soon find out that so much relaxation leads to getting sloppy.
When the men trying to kidnap Daniel reappear, it looks pretty bad. Both Daniel and his angel, Rafe, have to fight for their lives, and for each other, and hope they can make it through the battle. Can they find common ground once the adrenaline wears off?
Sample
Fuck, he did love fishing.
Dan leaned back in the little boat, eyes falling closed as they swayed. It was growing cooler, but the sun was hot enough he and Rafe had taken sweaters off and had risked wearing shorts. The water lapped against the side of the boat, lick-lick-lick. Man, there was a song in it. Something fun and goofy, but upbeat.
Rocking a little.
Something he could hang a hook on.
Man, it was getting to be time to work again, wasn't it?
Shit.
A low snore distracted him, and he looked over at Rafe. The big body was sprawled out on his boat, Rafe's face turned up to the sun as he dozed. The man's dark hair was starting to curl around his face some, thick lashes fanning the tops of his cheeks as they hid dark eyes, and Rafe's t-shirt was riding up, exposing a few inches of belly.
His angel looked good enough to eat.
He slipped off his flip-flop, toes reaching out to slide up along Rafe's leg. Pretty, pretty. Man, maybe he ought to look at getting some phone lines up here and make this his home base.
Rafe rumbled a little, leg twitching under his toes. As he watched, the front of Rafe's shorts started swelling, a nice little bulge working up.
Oh. He approved. He stroked again and again, toes dragging up that pale, sensitive skin.
"Mmm... Daniel... " Rafe shifted again, hand reaching down to wrap around his foot, Rafe's eyes blinking open a little.
"Mmmhmm. Just playing. You can sleep." He scooted a little bit farther down, pushing into that warm touch.
"And miss this?" Rafe brought his other hand down, and began to massage his foot, fingers pushing firm and deep into his sole, and then up along his calf.
"Oh." Damn. Damn, that was fine. He wondered if Rafe made little enough as an agent to steal him away as a personal masseur.
Chuckling huskily, Rafe shifted carefully, coming a little closer so that his foot rested right on Rafe's package. Then his other leg was taken, his flip-flop slipped off as Rafe started rubbing and digging into the muscles.
He pressed a little against Rafe's crotch, just enough to enjoy the heat, the swelling of that heavy cock. Breath hitching, Rafe bucked his hips up just a little, pushing against his foot.