Remote Capture: Blurred Lines Series, #3

By Peyton Landry

Remote Capture - m/m & mm/f

Set 2 - Book 3 

 

Things are changing fast in Karrie Hayes's young life. The pressure from an unknown stalker has become incessant, fear is a constant companion, and her place in Darrius's bed as one of three appears cemented now. But her hand is forced by things greater than herself, and although Darrius is hesitant to settle down with Karrie, there is a man who would kill to capture that fairy tale future with her.

 

Ty Lansing's outlandish life has become more than his boyfriend, Otto Ryerson, can handle. When murder comes knocking on Otto's door, his incessant hunt for answers causes Ty to make a move that shatters Otto's already fragile heart. However, the dangerous situation building around Otto and his friends requires a clearer mind than Otto would like, and it changes Ty's plans and cuts his timeline short.

 

The stakes are high, no one is safe from the finger of accusation or the pain of guilt, but Ty has the opportunity to save the girl and clear his name—but will he be smart enough and quick enough to pull it off?

 

With the final book in Set 2 of the Blurred Lines Series, Remote Capture will have you riding on the edge of your seat, cheering the hero!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peyton Landry
• Release date: Aug 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9781775083450

Peyton Landry

Peyton Landry is a Canadian author of blended romances, merging gay and straight love stories into one amazing book. She lives just outside of Toronto with her high school sweetheart, two teenagers, and two rescued cats. She spends most of her writing time outside in her yard, lounging in a Muskoka chair no matter the Canadian weather, and her love of Canada and hockey keeps her novel settings genuinely Canuck, and the score usually in favour of the Maple Leafs. 

Book preview

Chapter One

Karrie Hayes

I GREET MONDAY MORNING with giddy excitement. It’s nothing like the sated, whirring euphoria I’ve experienced all weekend from having Darrius Beck to myself and making good use of the time. This is an elation that’s lighter, more content and normal. It feels more like me.

It’s been so long, that I’d forgotten what being me is like. A life in turmoil will do that to a girl. But I try not to think about it too hard. A nameless, faceless man stalking me is still too abstract of an idea to grasp, and the ménage I’ve fallen into with Darrius and his gay lover, Bryce Davis, is too confusing to examine.

I’ll simply take this rare feeling of happiness and control and relish it because I’m unsure how long it’ll last.

I grin at Darrius when he arrives in the kitchen of his small bungalow in the Humber Summit area of Toronto wearing nothing more than a collared white dress shirt. His dark, ebony skin makes the crisp material glow as white as his perfect smile. His thick thighs ripple under his weight, and the sight of his tight ass covered by only the thin fabric is enough to make me swoon.

Hello, morning sex!

After this weekend, I would’ve thought I’d had enough of him, but it doesn’t appear I have. He excites me unlike any man I’ve ever met.

Morning, sugar. I thought I left you in the bed with a smile on your face.

I’m pulled to my toes and I struggle to meet his height. He holds me against him, kissing me as if it’s the first time his lips have touched mine.

He did leave me in the bed with a smile, but my post-coital buzz and smile didn’t wear off in time for me to join him in the shower this morning.

You smell incredible, I whisper, taking in more of his mouth and his soft scent of talc while clutching his bare ass and squeezing.

And you smell like sex, he chuckles. Which is incredible.

I know.

We have to get to work. You still have to shower, unless you want to go in smelling of sex. He laughs, pecking at my lips. Because I could certainly take you again, adding to it.

The idea is intriguing. Animalistic actually. Some of Friday, most of Saturday, twice last night and again this morning—rabbits don’t fuck as often.

I moan when he pinches my nipples through my tank top. I don’t want to get dressed. I want you. But I have to stop at my place for my mail before I go into the office, so I have no choice but to get moving.

Have it your way. He grins as he slips his palm down my abdomen and into my panties, his dark skin prominent against my alabaster. But you’re already wet, sugar, he mumbles, kissing my jaw.

That’s not new, and that’s not just me.

I know, and it’s freaking fantastic, he whispers, spreading my arousal and his through my bare folds. There’s nothing better than filling you with it, Karrie. Nothing is as sweet.

I shut my eyes and nuzzle his cheek while he kisses my neck. His attack is so slow that I almost loose myself to it. But I remind myself of timelines and work. If I want my life back, I need to find a normal routine again.

We can’t, I whimper. As much as I hate it, we do have to go to work. We don’t have time.

You waiting up for me tonight?

I crinkle my nose when I come down from my toes to find the amazing valley between his firm pecks.

Darrius is working until close tonight at the steakhouse he manages, so Bryce will be picking me up from work to ensure my safety. It means Bryce will be in bed with us tonight.

The threesome wasn’t my brilliant idea, and I’d hoped this weekend would show Darrius that we can do this on our own, that we don’t need his gay lover as our third wheel. That the sex would be as incredible and the quiet time with only me would be enough for him as well. I want to be enough for Darrius’s complex needs.

But I wonder how long I can do this. The sex with Bryce has been good. Actually, it’s been great. But I’m always left shattered and overwhelmed after being with the two men, and the weekend with only Darrius showed me how much.

When I’m alone with Darrius, I’ve never had tears following sex. Not once. I’m always left with an intense sexual high that builds me up, not tears me down. And although he flattens me, often having to wait for me to come back to him, I’ve never once felt dirty from what we’ve done, alarmed by what we’ve done, and I’ve never felt alone.

I’ll wait up for you, I offer, taking a long, slow breath, breathing in the fresh scent from his skin. I hope it will last me all day.

Perfect, sugar. Go wash that pretty little pussy. I’ll take you home before I drop you at the real estate office. He playfully swats my ass and kisses my blonde head as he urges me out of his kitchen. So damn cute!

Octavius Ryerson

TY LANSING’S HISS IS painful. His muscular body tenses while he fights the urge to pull away from my hand. The vitamin E ointment is already spread across the raised, angry welt on his reddened ass cheek, but I dread applying it to a similar welt on his swollen testicles as much as he does. I’m still horrified by the marks left on him during the shoot of gay fetish porn he took part in over the weekend.

I’m sorry, Tiberius. I know I’m hurting you. Hang on. I have to finish.

He says nothing, just grips the bathroom counter tighter when I touch his balls.

The rich red glow of the skin on his ass has almost vanished from last night—the heavy spanking he endured not leaving any real lasting evidence—but the bite of the mishandled stockwhip has certainly left its mark. I’m sure Ty will feel it for a while.

I shudder. I couldn’t imagine being bound in place and having that done to me. I’m aware some men get off on sex coming with punishment and pain, however, it’s not for me.

And it’s not for Ty, either.

The panicked state he arrived home in last night proved this was work, nothing more. There was no desire, no true arousal. No enjoyment.

The movie set ended up shadier than he expected. What he endured was not what he agreed to, but it came with a paycheque and tolerated because of it. However, I’m alarmed this type of thing can happen, and I’m unsure why he wasn’t cared for better on set after. It sounds like something the police should be notified about because he’s as messed-up mentally from this as he is physically. He went willingly, but the events are more like a sexual assault to me than a job.

Okay? Ty questions through clenched teeth.

His blond head now hangs between his outstretched arms, and the muscles in his forearms ripple with his tortured grip on the vanity. He’s had enough.

I gently release his testicles from my palm, still shaking my head in disbelief. I think so. You okay? I stand, looking at the rows of abrasions on his abdomen and chest in the reflection of the large mirror above the bathroom sink.

Ty rubs his furrowed abdomen with his fingers when he sees my concern. They’re okay this morning, he says. They don’t hurt.

I notice that the bruises on his left wrist are much lighter this morning. My guess would be that it won’t take more than another day or two for them to vanish entirely. His nipples, on the other hand, look worse than last night. I can’t imagine how badly they must burn after the grip of clover clamps.

Ty lifts his black sweatpants from the floor. He’s cautious when sliding them over his bare ass. I’m not letting you touch my nipples. He forces a weak laugh. It will be awhile before I’ll let you suck them, too.

His soft hazel eyes meet mine when he turns. I see his deep desperation. He’s unsure if I will ever want to put my hands, or my lips, on him again, or if I still desire to be with him after his actions this weekend.

I’m angry he took another porn job. I’m furious he didn’t come to me with the money problems which drove him to do it, but none of it will ever chase me away from him. He’s what I want. He’s what I crave. He’s who I love.

I’ll just have to find something else to suck on, I joke.

He searches my face before swallowing, pushing down his nerves. You’re okay with this?

No, I’m not.

I won’t lie. It broke my heart when I found out what he’d done, but I love him unconditionally. I can’t stomach his injuries, but he didn’t top any of the guys on set, and no one fucked him. I’m relieved by that but wish he’d come to me for money so that he didn’t have to take part in the hardcore impact play of fetish porn to avoid a porn job that involved having sex with someone.

He has other options. His skill with a camera was evident in my friends, Corbin Macintyre and Mark Castille’s, wedding pictures. He has talents that could translate into a legitimate profession. He could have real work with a real paycheque—a paycheque that would improve his living conditions and save his pride.

You have to understand, Otto, please...

I raise my hands, stopping him. I don’t want a fight today. We’ve fought on and off for a week, and I’m tired of it, but I prepare for my next demand to bring on a big one.

I’m fully prepared to go to Detective Frazier about your drug swap if you don’t give up the porn.

Ty’s eyes become huge. His spine stiffens. He looks beaten and broken but readying for a fight nonetheless, and his handsome face becomes red with his anger.

You would do that to me?

I would, I say softly, needing to keep my own anger in check.

I don’t believe you. You wouldn’t rat me out, he says, distressed and surprised I would threaten him.

I’ve never been more serious in my life, Ty.

I don’t really want to reach out to the heavy-handed detective who’s investigating Ty’s mugging from a few weeks back, or his pretty partner. The scene gave the impression of a gay bashing at the time, so I don’t want to spill the beans of the drug swap gone sour.

Although the sex crimes detective and his female partner have their suspicions, they have no proof Ty had anything to do with a backpack found with traces of cocaine, or that Ty was aware of a local drug dealer’s murder following Ty’s botched drug delivery and attack.

Ty has covered his tracks so immaculately that it’s scary. It feels as criminal as what got him into this mess.

But I know differently now. Ty doesn’t have a blank spot in his memory from the crack on the head after being jumped that night on the street. Ty was aware of the murder before the detectives approached him about, even though he had nothing to do with it, and Ty covered his tracks to create alibies the day of the murder.

I don’t want to squeal, but I will. I’ll do it to push my agenda forward, I’ll do it to find some peace in this relationship, and I will do it to keep Ty safe, because he’s still being hunted for something that wasn’t his fault. His apartment being trash a few days ago was probably a warning for the missing drugs and money, and I’m not sure how many more warnings Ty will get before something more serious will be unleashed.

Otto, I’ll have nothing if I give up the porn, he screams at me. No money! No job! I’ll lose my apartment. I’ll end up on the streets again!

No. You won’t.

You know how I feel about this. You’re crossing that line!

I’m aware, I tell him, hating the imaginary line he keeps drawing in the sand. But you don’t have to land on the streets. You can depend on me. My business, my life, will give you everything you need. I have no hesitation in offering it all to you. You just have to allow it.

And be kept? No way!

We’ve previously had the money fight, and I’m prepared to have it again. He has virtually nothing to his name. He lives in a shit hole. He scrounges for everything, including bus money. But he doesn’t have to do it.

"I will contact Detective Frazier..."

I’ve got this under control!

I’ll tell him about your drug swap. I will tell him the truth about why you were attacked. And I will also tell him about your apartment being trashed. All of it, Ty! You stop the porn, you move in with me, you let me help you get on your feet, and you let me love you the way you deserve.

His face twists, and he fists his short, platinum spikes, utterly shocked that I’m giving him an ultimatum.

I realize I’m not his doormat, but I won’t allow him any room on this.

My boyfriend will not degrade himself by doing porn, he won’t be putting himself in danger by swapping drugs to make quick cash, and he won’t be going without, scrambling to make ends meet. Pride be damned, he doesn’t need to do those things any longer because he has me now.

Octavius... His deep voice catches in this throat when he uses my full name. Do you even know what you’re asking? I’ll have nothing! Nothing! Do you even see that?

You’ll have me, I remind him softly. And that’s all you’ll need.

He drops his head, and his body vibrates. He clasps the intricate, colourful, sixteen-point compass rose tattooed on the inside of his left forearm as if trying to find a direction, as if fighting the memory of the needle tracts hidden bellow it and the addictions that hide in his dark past.

I understand this is brutal for him. Being kicked out at fifteen, becoming homeless and struggling on his own for years has made him fiercely independent. My wealth has scared him. My quiet life scares him. His weakness when it comes to me scares him.

I understand everything because he has opened up to me in the past. Now he just has to welcome me into his life again. And in a different way. I’m not wanting slices of his history. I want to be a full part of his future.

Ty, look at me. He needs to see this is the best way to tackle what’s happened to him. And that it’s the only way I’ll move forward with him.

He shakes his head. His broad shoulders and strong frame look fragile as he defies me.

I don’t know where to begin to put him back together again, but I have to find a way. He looks like half the man I met two months ago.

I need you, Ty.

Octavius, you’re too good. This isn’t right.

He’s always fought against my affection even while consuming it like a starving man. I grasp the reasons, and it’s not the first time I’ve heard the words from him.

I’m not too good for you, Tiberius.

He covers his face and I go to him. I don’t want him to run from me, and I need him to see how serious I am about this.

You’ve got me, Ty. Simply trust me, let me in, and I’m all yours. I kiss his forehead before I pull him closer, careful of his damaged chest.

You have to let me find my own way out of this. Ty drops his face onto my shoulder and circles my torso with trembling arms, accepting my comfort but refusing my help.

I’ll help you find your way out of this.

He snorts, his sharp laugh sounding sarcastic. No offence, but you’re far from a criminal mastermind. You might want to leave this up to me.

I’m out of my element with all of this. He knows it and I know it, but I won’t allow the distance he’s put between me and what’s happening in his life.

You might find I’m smarter than you think if you give me a chance.

I need time. You need to go to work and give me some space to figure out where I’m going with this.

I’m nervous leaving him here. I trust him but worry he might do something reckless. You give me your apartment key and my house key, and I might consider it.

He steps from my body and pulls his hands from my sides while he studies my face. I can’t sit. I can barely walk without my balls screaming. I won’t be going anywhere. Give me the time to think. I’ll lay in the shade of the patio and toil with my master plan to take over the world, he jokes.

At least he understands I’m serious, and his assurance that he won’t leave my house helps. It should allow me a quieter workday with a hell of a lot less stress than I’ve experienced over the last few weeks.

I glance at the clock. I’m only a bit late. I’ve missed so much over the last week that I should go in. My staff will hold down the fort, but only for so long.

I’ll go, I agree, taking his face in my hands. But I’ll call. And you’ll call. I need to know you’re safe and looking after yourself if I’m to have any hope of functioning today.

Ty hesitates moving forward for a kiss even though his hazel eyes cry for one. I’ll have to do it. It will signal we’re okay. It’s a sign that I still want him. But I have no trouble finding my desire for him. It’s been three days since my lips have had his. And that’s far too long.

His eyes shut when I press my mouth to his. His forehead crinkles as if in pain. It’s the same every time. As if my kiss is so potent that it hurts. The sensation of drowning is as strong as the first time we kissed, and the passion in it cripples us both.

I allow my tongue to dance with his. Our lips move tenderly as we deepen our kiss, and it becomes more commanding. More debilitating. More hungry.

If we don’t stop, I’ll have you on your hands and knees with my dick up your ass.

His hum vibrates my lips, warming them further. It’s not a bad idea.

I’m thrilled that his anger has settled, and although he hasn’t given me a definitive answer about giving up the porn or his apartment or his past life, this is a pretty good start and an acknowledgment that he will do it. He would do it for me.

Your skin’s a mess. I’ll hurt you.

Ty snickers against my lips. After the weekend I’ve had, believe me when I say that you’re harmless, Octavius.

I don’t want a reminder of the weekend. The marks on his skin are reminder enough of what he’s suffered. I want to push the fetish porn away and move on to what’s next for us.

No looking back, I say to myself. I’ll just have to create a different memory. For both of us. A remembrance of what it’s like when we make love.

I’ll grab the lube. I take his lips one last time to fuck his mouth with my tongue as hard as I plan on fucking his ass.

Chapter Two

Octavius

I RETRIEVE THE LUBE in the bedside drawer while Ty crawls onto the bed, but I pause over the box of condoms. Ty’s required to disclose all unprotected sexual activity to the studio and wait for new STD testing if it does occur. Sex with him with no barrier would cause his job offers to be put on hold.

Shocking even myself, I don’t fight the devil screaming in my head.

I pull a condom from the strip, having no intention of using it, and I toss it on the bed. Ty carefully drops his sweats and crawls onto the end of the mattress, pushing the duvet away to expose the rumbled blue sheets from last night’s restless sleep.

I didn’t sleep any better than he did. I even contemplated get up and reading, as I often find him doing it when he can’t sleep, which is frequently.

You’re gorgeous. I smile, climbing onto the bed and meeting him face to face. I can’t wait to bury myself in your ass.

I take his mouth, needing to find the passion that was interrupted. I’m going to make sweet love to my man. I want him to feel where I’ve been all day while I’m gone. I want him to remember how we fit. How flawless we are when we’re together. And my seed leaking from him will certainly jog his memory.

Ty straightens in front of me when I rise to my knees. His lips never leave mine as his touch becomes hungry on my body. His soft pants become forceful when I grind my stiff dick against his. His impressive un-cut length answers my demand, hardening and becoming commanding against mine between our abdomens.

I love his responsiveness. I love how long he can go before blowing. I love that I get every bit of his power and skill when he fucks me, and all of it comes with a softness and insecurity that still surprises me.

But when I take him, it’s like he’s never been fucked before. No one-timer has ever come close to what I share with Ty when I take his body. And when he takes my body... there’s nothing sweeter in my memory.

It’s like our kiss. It’s like it’s the first time, and the passion and love I put behind it shatters him. Sex blended with true affection is new to him. But it’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before as well.

Turn around, I mumble into our wet kiss.

Ty spins, dropping to his hands in front of me, presenting his ass, waiting for my touch.

I’ll have to be mindful of his balls and the welt on his butt cheek, but I plan on having him so desperate for my dick, that any bit of pain from his flesh will be insignificant compared to his desire for me. And I’ll need him soaring if I plan to get an unprotected dick anywhere near his gate.

I palm his ass, parting his cheeks and kissing his sweet pucker. Nice and slow, Ty, I whisper, and I drag my tongue through his smooth crease, circling his anus. I’m already late for work, so I have no intention of rushing this.

He smells fresh after his shower this morning, almost scrubbed clean, as if to remove any traces of the weekend he’s had, but the rich, masculine fragrance of his hair gel fills the room. It’s something that always pushed my libido higher.

I lick Ty’s hole, kissing it. I’m vigilant when I squeeze his tanned cheeks. His moans grow louder as I take my palms over his body, wander his flesh, his skin now completely free of hair due to the waxing a few days ago for the video shoot.

I miss the light trail of dark blond hair that led from his navel to his groin, but the bare skin at the root of his dick is remarkably soft under my touch, and he’s hypersensitive. Every caress causes him to squirm under my hands, and he’s loud when broadcasting what the increased sensation does to him.

His pit hair was removed as well; all body hair gone. I don’t like the reasons for it, but I do like the changes to his muscled body. I don’t want to cheer the modification, but it is amazing.

I squeeze lube at the top of his crack and let gravity pull the cool jelly between his smooth cheeks. The chill chases across his skin, causing him to shiver before I warm him with my fingers, rubbing the lube onto his skin and pressing it against his hole.

Fuck me, Otto, Ty mumbles his desire as I toy with his ass.

I want to. I’d love to fill him with my dick right now, but I need him to wait, to beg me for it. I don’t want him stopping me when he realizes I’ve not gloved. It will break my heart if he demands that I stop. It would mean he doesn’t want to share that experience with me. It would mean he has no intention of ending the porn.

I told you, no rush. Just enjoy my touch. I encourage him as I take my time sinking a finger into him. He pushes back, wanting it deeper. I still him, and he softly moans when I gradually add another.

God, yes, Otto. More. I’m not breakable. I’m not broken, either.

I indulge him. I fuck his hole with my fingers, adding lube and pushing his need for me higher as I keep a slow, flowing rhythm in and out of his sexy body.

He’s rarely been topped, but he can take me quickly. It’s difficult, but he’s taken me with virtually no prep before. However, we were both wired. The setting of the patio with the fire crackling in the background almost demanded an urgent but gradual fight to take me into his body with no preparation.

I give him the added sensation of my free hand wandering his body—his smooth thighs, his muscled back, his tight abdomen, and his rock hard dick—while I fuck his hole with my other. I lean over his back, kissing him, whispering my love and my intense desire to take him while I rim the tight muscles in his anus, opening him for me.

His slit leaks his warm seed. I massage it into his bare skin. It won’t be the only reason he will need another shower this morning. I plan on making my blond boyfriend a very sticky mess before I’m done with him.

My own arousal grows with his. I’m able to not only hear what I do to him but feel it in his body as his anus pulses around my fingers. All of it feeds my need, and I want to be as high as he is before I sink home for a long ride. The type of ride I’ve never experienced.

I’d forgotten, and my intention of taking him bareback for the first time excites me, and it speeds my assault on his trembling body.

I spread him, enlarging him for me, making his flesh burn. My own dick throbs while I stroke his, and my touch teases more sticky precum from his slit.

Feel good? I don’t need to ask. His mumbled response and his head dropping between his arms is enough of an answer as his eager body eats all my fingers and my thumb.

I want more of this, but I’m not sure how much longer I can tolerate his desperate pant.

I reach for the condom—and I let him see me do it—but I toss the foil packet and its contents to the floor at the end of the bed after opening it. I squeeze more lube on Ty’s ass and my fingers. My slick touch on the head of my bare cock makes me whimper as I sweep past my slit, but I try not to get distracted.

His hole is deliciously soft and accepting as I rim the