Captive

By Rafe Jadison

As an ex-Marine and a bookstore owner, Alex Kitteridge is not the kind of guy to lose his cool. At least, not until he meets Roderick Levine, a high-powered lawyer with an attitude and a passion for blaring his vehicle horn. When he makes the mistake of taking his anger out on Alex, Roderick finds he has messed with the wrong guy.

What starts as a grocery store argument soon explodes into a passionate night in steamy showers, moving vans, and locker rooms, with a sexual tension neither man can deny.

But what happens when it's all over? Could the jackass from the grocery store turn out to be something more, or was Alex just held captive?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Jun 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781370796519

Rafe Jadison

Rafe Jadison is the author of The Divorceary, Little Tree, Snowed In: Dane and Heath, Seduced by Shark Shifters, Seduced by Shark Shifters II: Logan’s Tail, Seduced by Shark Shifters III: Tom's Turn, Seduced by Shark Shifters IV: Mark's Midlife, Reap This, Reap This Too, Blake Blacks Out, and Peter Passenger and the Mothman. He has a great love of the water and of people, and tries to show that in his writing. You can find out more about Rafe at rafejadison.com. He looks forward to hearing from people legally old enough to read the things he writes.

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Captive

By Rafe Jadison

Copyright 2017 Rafe Jadison

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

EPILOGUE

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

OTHER BOOKS BY RAFE JADISON

CHAPTER ONE

What the fuck is the hold up? a voice yelled into the night.

It’s Monday night, Alex said in his empty Subaru station wagon, determined not to let the driver behind him piss him off. There’s a car passing.

The sound of a horn made Alex jump, and he looked in his rearview mirror. A rather angry looking man’s profile filled the side mirror of the rental moving van behind him. The car in front of him passed, and Alex began to go through the light. The horn continued to blare in an awkward melody that could only be made by a complete and utter jackass.

You want slow, motherfucker? Alex asked, somewhat hoping that his open sunroof would carry his voice to the driver behind him, but knowing that it wouldn’t.

Alex slowly accelerated as he turned the car, grateful that no one else seemed to be trying to get to the grocery store side road except for him and the horn drummer. The man continued to beat his horn, and Alex accelerated just for a second, then slammed on his brakes. He could hear the screeching of the van behind him and the man’s angry voice, although he could not make out what the guy was saying.

Sorry, Alex yelled through the sunroof in his nicest voice, and then the horn stopped for a second.

He slowly accelerated again, thinking that this would probably be the longest quarter of a mile the van’s driver had ever experienced. The sound of the horn made him jump again

Some people never learn, Alex mumbled to the car, and slammed his breaks on a second time.

Alex waited for the screech, and then smiled. The man’s loud profanity made his smile grow, as he turned into the strip mall entrance. By the time the van raced past him in the empty parking lot, Alex was almost in hysterics. Not even a minute later as he parked next to the moving van, Alex forced himself to regain his composure. They were the only two people around, so it was easy for Alex to tell that the driver was the man about fifteen feet in front of him who was now walking at an almost leisurely pace.

Alex guessed the evil son-of-a-bitch to be about six three or six four, which was a good bit taller than his own five-eight frame. He had salt and pepper hair, but was probably no older than thirty-six. His khakis and a button-up shirt made him seem as if he should be in a lawn mower ad. Alex guessed that he was about four years older than the horn drummer, and he was suddenly grateful that most people thought he was in his early thirties. The man looked back and took Alex in with a long glance from head to toe, and then smiled.

He did not just check me out, Alex thought, slowly saying each word in his head. That mother fucker.

With blond hair and a strong jaw, Alex knew that he was traditionally handsome and friendly looking. He was used to being treated nicely by strangers, but this was ridiculous. How would this man have treated him if he had been elderly or if he had been an unattractive woman? Would the tall man have continued the little tantrum he had demonstrated in the car, leaving the other person perhaps scared or intimidated by his big frame?

Although he was shorter than the man, Alex was a faster walker. As he got right behind the man, Alex noticed that the stranger had a rather amazing ass with a big muscular shape that seemed to be fighting to escape his khakis.

Figures, Alex said, more loudly than he intended.

What? the man asked, turning toward Alex.

As Alex started to surpass the man, he made eye contact again, and nodded to the man’s backside as he said, That your body matches your personality.

The man at first smiled, and then Alex realized exactly when the statement had processed because he could see the same angry look from the mirror appear on the man’s face. Alex nodded at the large bottomed man and walked off into the grocery store.

Ten minutes later, as Alex was headed toward the self-check-out line, he heard a loud rattling. He turned to see the large assed man running with his grocery cart, desperate to surpass him.

Once in front of the line, the man turned back to Alex.

I didn’t think you’d care if I was in front, since you don’t mind the view, the man said.

You really are an ass, Alex replied.

Large Ass smiled at Alex, reached over and grabbed a candy bar, and then dropped it. As he bent down to pick it up, he turned back to Alex and said, Yes, I am.

The man turned his head forward so that he and Alex were no longer making eye contact, but he continued to bend over, acting as though he couldn’t quite grab the candy bar. He really did have an amazing, and oh so large, ass.

Alex looked around to make sure that no one else was watching, and then returned his eyes to the man’s full bottom.

I knew you’d check me out again, the stranger said, turning his face back around and smiling at Alex.

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