Watchdogs

By Gale Stanley

When Ray falls for a cop he must hide his shifting secrets or the veteran hitman may become a target...

Cyclops (Watchdogs 1): Ray Miller was a misfit until he found his calling in the Army. But an explosion in Afghanistan took his left eye and ended his career. Set adrift, he turns to alcohol, until an old army buddy shows up and offers Ray a job. Then he falls for cop. How long can he hide his secrets before the hitman becomes the target?

Remus (Watchdogs 2): Jared is having nightmares that seem all too real, and someone is stalking him. Ray suspects Sarge wants revenge, but he soon discovers a more dangerous foe is after them. How can he protect himself and Jared when their enemy is a wolf?

Odd Man Out (Watchdogs 3): Ray dreams of his wolf every night, and lives in fear of the beast. Remus is the only man who can help Ray control his inner wolf. But if they connect will Jared become the odd man out?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: Sep 10, 2022

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Watchdogs

Gale Stanley

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Copyright ©2022 Gale Stanley

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Editor: Kira Stone

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Table of Contents

Watchdogs

Cyclops (Watchdogs 1)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Remus (Watchdogs 2)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Odd Man Out (Watchdogs 3)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Gale Stanley

Watchdogs

Gale Stanley

Cyclops (Watchdogs 1): Ray Miller was a misfit until he found his calling in the Army. But an explosion in Afghanistan took his left eye and ended his career. Set adrift, he turns to alcohol, until an old army buddy shows up and offers Ray a job. Then he falls for cop. How long can he hide his secrets before the hitman becomes the target?

Remus (Watchdogs 2): Jared is having nightmares that seem all too real, and someone is stalking him. Ray suspects Sarge wants revenge, but he soon discovers a more dangerous foe is after them. How can he protect himself and Jared when their enemy is a wolf?

Odd Man Out (Watchdogs 3): Ray dreams of his wolf every night, and lives in fear of the beast. Remus is the only man who can help Ray control his inner wolf. But if they connect will Jared become the odd man out?

Cyclops (Watchdogs 1)

Gale Stanley

Ray Miller was a misfit until he found his calling in the Army. But an explosion in Afghanistan took his left eye and ended his career. Set adrift, he turns to alcohol, until an old army buddy shows up and offers Ray a job. Now Ray has a secret identity. He puts his combat skills to use as Cyclops, a paid assassin who rids the government of bad guys.

Then one day a chance meeting sets off sparks, and Ray falls for a man who can destroy him. Hooking up with a cop is reckless, but the sex rocks Ray’s world. How long can he hide his secrets before the hitman becomes the target?

Chapter One

Mission accomplished. A simple in and out job, take aim at the target and pull the trigger. Now it was time to vanish, lie low and keep my head down. I usually played by the rules, but tonight I didn’t want to be alone. Danger is an aphrodisiac and I was one anxious horndog. I didn’t sniff trouble in the wind, so I went to Jared’s apartment, where I could keep my head down and suck his cock at the same time.

My digital car clock said three am when I pulled into a dark spot behind Jared’s building. He’d be asleep, so I let myself in with the key he’d given me. I shed my clothes in the living room and left them on the floor. I wanted to slip into bed beside Jared and surprise him. Quiet as a church mouse, I opened the bedroom door. A floorboard creaked as I stepped over the threshold. The light came on, blinding me for a few seconds.

Jared sat up and looked daggers at me. Do you know what time it is, Ray?

I grinned sheepishly. Time to get busy?

What were you doing until 3 am?

Missing you.

Right. Jared threw a pillow at me. Go home, Ray.

I picked up the pillow and walked over to the bed. Don’t be such a sourpuss. I tucked the pillow behind his back. Yawning, I scrubbed a hand through my regulation cut, two inches of hair on the top of my head, and tapered down the sides and back. I like to leave a little for Jared to pull on. The thought made my dick even harder.

Jared lay down and put an arm over his face. I have to get up for work in a few hours. Lock the door on your way out.

I sat on the bed and slid my hand under the sheet. Jared’s limp dick didn’t budge when I made contact. Damn, he really was pissed. Okay, go to sleep. I’ll just lie next to you.

I don’t want you here, Ray.

My temper rose, but I tamped it down. I have a short fuse but I try to lengthen it around Jared. A few slow deep breaths calmed me down. I pulled Jared’s arm back and stared at his face. His eyes were closed and it was hard to tell if he meant what he said. Look at me, babe.

Reluctantly, he opened his eyes. God, he was gorgeous. Honey brown hair framed high cheekbones and emerald green eyes. Come on, babe, you know you don’t mean it.

Jared and I had been together for eight months, and I’d gotten used to having a steady fuck, or as steady as it could be in my line of work. I didn’t see Jared as much as he would have liked, and the longer we were together, the harder it was to explain my absences. But, nothing worthwhile came easy and I was determined to keep him. I liked knowing Jared was there when I needed him. And right then, I needed him bad.

Yeah, I mean it. Get out.

Maybe I can change your mind. I pulled the sheet off his body and played with the sexy smattering of light brown hair between his pecs. The trail continued down his belly leading to a neatly trimmed bush and still flaccid cock.

He was the light to my dark, in appearance and character. We would have made a striking pair before my injury. I ruffled Jared’s hair. His cut wasn’t much longer than mine, a cop cut. A vision of Jared in his dress blues flashed through my mind. I’d jacked off to that image countless times. Who didn’t love a man in uniform? Suddenly an idea popped into my head.

You’re right, babe. I shouldn’t take you for granted. I stood, but instead of leaving, I walked over to the closet and took out his uniform. Put your blues on and punish me. Handcuff me to the bed, spank me, plug me --

The ghost of a grin played on Jared’s lips. You crazy fucker.

Exactly. I’m crazy to fuck you.

No lie there. I never got enough of Jared. Still, if it had been up to me, we’d never have hooked up. I wasn’t stupid. I knew it was a bad idea to fuck a cop. Jared initiated everything.

It all started when I blew a tire on the expressway during rush hour. Annoying, but not a big deal, I can change a tire. I managed to drive to the shoulder and I put my flashers on, but before I could get out of the car, a cop knocked on my window.

It was the last thing I needed. I thought I was fucked. I drive a plain Jane, dark green sedan, no stickers and no special plates. There are hundreds like it in the city. It’s fully loaded and quick, but it’s still invisible to the casual observer. I always follow the speed limit. People will notice the asshole that cut them off, or the idiot who played loud music. That’s not me. I don’t want to attract attention. But that day I couldn’t avoid it.

I rolled the window down and looked into a pair of exotic green eyes that took my breath away. Everything around me, and I mean everything -- the speeding traffic, the horns -- everything disappeared. It was like some weird powerful magnetic attraction took over my body. Mr. Policeman felt it, too. He eye fucked the shit out of me. I can’t deny it, it felt good, like before, when I was good looking.

The cop cleared his throat. It looks like you’re having some trouble. Do you have a spare?

Uh, yeah, officer. I could barely speak. I felt like an idiot.

Pop your trunk; I’ll give you a hand.

Thanks, but I’m okay.

You’re a lot safer with my vehicle parked behind you. His smile was dazzling. Come on, let’s get this done.

He looked at me like he wanted to eat me up, how could I refuse? Besides, it would look suspicious if I argued with him.

Sure, officer. Thanks. I put the car in park and locked the emergency brake before getting out.

The cop stuck out his hand. Jared Boyd.

Surprised, I hesitated. A handshake says social interaction. It’s not the typical greeting you get from a cop. Finally, I gripped his hand. Ray Miller.

His handshake lasted longer than necessary and communicated more than I bargained for. Crazy thoughts went through my head. His hair looked gold in the sun. Was he blonde all over? What did he look like naked? Was his cock long? Thick? Cut?

Suddenly, I was so horny I wanted to fuck him in every possible position. Right there on the expressway. I can be an impatient jerk when I want something, and I sure as hell wanted that cop. I’d been tempted by other men, but never like that. And it was mutual. I wasn’t imagining things, he was interested. Why me? I wouldn’t