Desperate Enemies 3 by Adam Carpenter (latest ebook reader .txt) 📕

had been from Kyle Montana, who had performed in a gay video for Dane's porn site, Straight to Bed. Emerson smiled with mild approval at the name. Dane explained that the kid had suddenly changed his mind about appearing online with another man.

“So you're an auteur. I sensed a connection between us.”

“With all due respect, Ms. Emer—Rose. I make porn.”

“The film industry is rife with prostitution.” She nodded to him with deference. “Some people have the courage to call a spade and spade.” Rose leaned forward. “Did he sign a release?”

Dane nodded. “Yes, and he was paid. But that wasn't the end of it.” He explained that their house had been broken into and all of his equipment had been stolen. Since then, he and Sawyer had been waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Rose blinked in confusion.

Sawyer sighed, “We filmed ourselves having sex and that was also on the computer. I'm not out to anybody except the guys on Eldon Court. My career . . . my family. . . I could lose everything if—”

Dane looked at him with regret. “He has the video and wants money in return for the file.” They were to meet in two hours at an address on the edge of town.

“Blackmail?”

“I'm afraid so, Rose.” Dane pursed his lips. “How much money do we have?”

“You can't pay! What if he has other copies?” The older woman thought for a moment and then brightened. “Boys, you seem to have followed my career a bit. Do you remember Cat and Mouse?”

“I have that movie on DVD.” It clicked with Dane. “You played a rich woman who turns the tables on a man blackmailing her over an affair.”

“Dear boy.” Rose smiled at Dane. “We started shooting that film without a finished script. Things changed by the day on the set. And it was then I learned that the writer has the power. He calls the shots, not the director.” She smiled self-consciously. “I made him fall for me and then convinced him add to several plot points I wanted in the film.”

“That's great, Rose, but...”

Rose looked at Dane but tilted her head toward Sawyer. “He's cute, but slow on the uptake.” She playfully slapped Sawyer's hand. “The writer has the power. So change the script, kid! May I borrow your phone?” Dane gave it to her. Five minutes later, she returned it with mock innocence. “Did I also mention that it helps to have connections?”

“We can't thank you enough, Rose.”

“Good luck, gentlemen.” She stood gracefully. “And thank you for an engaging evening. I almost forgot how magical Wonderland can be.” The actress shifted a finger between the two of them. “Don't you forget it either.”

* * * *

Despite the whimsy that people associate with Lewis Carroll's book, bolstered by a colorful interpretation by the Walt Disney Company, Alice in Wonderland was really about a dark place where a group of neighbors lived, each stranger and stranger than the other. Wonderland, California also had its dark spots. What some would call “the bad side of the tracks.”

The rendezvous with Kyle Montana was over there.

Like the frightening and sometimes dangerous inhabitants of Wonderland that trailed Alice on her journey home, Dane and Sawyer soon realized that they too were being stalked—by a dark car, a Lincoln or a Caddy.

Sawyer glanced in the rear-view mirror. “They're not too close, but they're definitely tailing us.” He looked over to Dane. “Hang on. I'm going to try and lose them.”

Gradually, Sawyer increased speed. The Porsche responded without its engine revving and giving the plan away. Before their pursuer was aware of it, Sawyer had a good five-block lead. That was when he made a hard left and stepped harder on the accelerator. Now the engine growled, ready for some high-performance driving. The tires gripped the road as Sawyer progressed through a series of maneuvers.

The driver of the dark car screeched to a halt. Before him was a maze of empty streets. After a moment of indecision, he proceeded slowly, like a jungle cat stalking its prey. Wherever the Porsche had gone, chances were he would come across it sooner or later.

“Down!” Sawyer pushed Dane's head into his lap, his own body protectively hunched over his lover's. The black car crept by the darkened Porsche, now parked between a Chevy Suburban and a beat-up Toyota Camry.

A minute later, Sawyer straightened, cautiously looking out the tinted windshield. “I don't see him but he could be back.” He squinted at his watch. They still had forty-five minutes before they were to meet Kyle. “Let's sit here for a while.”

Dane had no such intention of just sitting there. He'd already found something to focus on: Sawyer's basket.

“You're kidding me. Now?”

“Just keep those blue eyes peeled. I'll check things out down here.”

Sawyer's protestations aside, a noticeable bulge had worked itself up in his jeans. Dane deftly popped the button and pulled the zipper to reveal Sawyer's underwear, incredibly white in the darkness. He stretched the waistband and freed Sawyer's cock. His lover's member wasn't incredibly huge, as he remembered Dylan DeMille's, but it was just like the rest of Sawyer—perfect in every way. It pulsed once, as if to say hello. Dane responded by swallowing its length. The sensation of Dane's mouth lifting off his dick and then slowly sucking its way back down to the root made Sawyer grunt with lust.

For all the pleasure he was giving, Dane noticed a pain in his ribs. The brake lever stabbed his side every time he took Sawyer's full-veined cock down his throat. Clearly, a Porsche Boxster was not an optimal vehicle for “auto-erotic” sex. Still, he soldiered on, tightening his lips for increased suction at the head, squeezing pre-come from it like a newborn pup drawing milk from his mother. Sawyer's legs straightened, muscles clenched in ecstasy. Dane tugged gently on Sawyer's balls, even as they began to crawl upward, preparing to unleash their sap.

Then the Porsche's cab was awash with light. A car was coming! Sawyer leaned