Brady
Brady does not have a crush on the mysterious leather-clad villain known as The Mask, no matter what his best friend Jake might have to say about it. He just thinks that the mask is... kind of hot. But then again, who doesn't? The Mask has awesome powers, the body of a Greek God, and the way his leather suit clings to his massive muscles is incredible. It's completely normal and not at all unusual if Brady gets a little flutter in his stomach every time the man crosses his mind...
John
All John wants is to cause a little trouble for the Special Abilities Registration Authority. Just some payback for kidnapping him, holding him captive and brainwashing him into doing their dirty work for them all those years ago.
The last thing he expects is to bump into his spark. Literally. Not that he's displeased. Brady is cute as hell, just the right amount of submissive, and the way he looks at John makes him feel ten feet tall. He's everything John never knew he needed, and he can't wait to spend the rest of his life with him.
After he gets the Special Abilities Registration Authority off their tail, that is...
(This book was previously released as Under the Mask.)
***
“Sorry about that,” a familiar voice said. I looked up, a luminous pair of jade eyes staring down at me. It was The Mask, only this time his face was bared.
“It’s you,” I said. My mouth was open and I was gawking, but I didn’t care. I reached out my hand to touch him. He was just as big as I remembered, but he’d exchanged his leather suit for a loose pair of sweats and a zipped up hoodie. The hood was pulled up, shielding his face. On his feet was the most obnoxious pair of high tops I had ever seen. Bright yellow, with lime green laces. It made me smile.
“It’s me,” he replied, grinning. He was handsome, with sharp cheekbones and a heavy jaw – the latter now covered with stubble that hadn’t been there the last time I saw him. His nose was aquiline and distinguished, his brow pronounced and ridged with three deep lines. Wide lips parted in a grin to reveal two rows of shiny white teeth. I studied his face, my hand brushing the fabric of his hoodie. It was really soft, but the body underneath was rock hard.
“We need to go,” The Mask said, reaching out and taking my hand. He put on a huge pair of sunglasses. “Is that okay?”
I nodded. The mask – I needed to find out his real name as soon as possible – pulled me out of the terminal and into the street, walking down until we were past the departures area and across the road. After a few minutes I realized he was leading me towards the airport hotel.
“We just need to get away from all the cameras,” The Mask said, squeezing my hand. His fingers were smooth and uncalloused, but strong. I liked the way my whole hand fit inside his grip...
Brady does not have a crush on the mysterious leather-clad villain known as The Mask, no matter what his best friend Jake might have to say about it. He just thinks that the mask is... kind of hot. But then again, who doesn't? The Mask has awesome powers, the body of a Greek God, and the way his leather suit clings to his massive muscles is incredible. It's completely normal and not at all unusual if Brady gets a little flutter in his stomach every time the man crosses his mind...
John
All John wants is to cause a little trouble for the Special Abilities Registration Authority. Just some payback for kidnapping him, holding him captive and brainwashing him into doing their dirty work for them all those years ago.
The last thing he expects is to bump into his spark. Literally. Not that he's displeased. Brady is cute as hell, just the right amount of submissive, and the way he looks at John makes him feel ten feet tall. He's everything John never knew he needed, and he can't wait to spend the rest of his life with him.
After he gets the Special Abilities Registration Authority off their tail, that is...
(This book was previously released as Under the Mask.)
***
“Sorry about that,” a familiar voice said. I looked up, a luminous pair of jade eyes staring down at me. It was The Mask, only this time his face was bared.
“It’s you,” I said. My mouth was open and I was gawking, but I didn’t care. I reached out my hand to touch him. He was just as big as I remembered, but he’d exchanged his leather suit for a loose pair of sweats and a zipped up hoodie. The hood was pulled up, shielding his face. On his feet was the most obnoxious pair of high tops I had ever seen. Bright yellow, with lime green laces. It made me smile.
“It’s me,” he replied, grinning. He was handsome, with sharp cheekbones and a heavy jaw – the latter now covered with stubble that hadn’t been there the last time I saw him. His nose was aquiline and distinguished, his brow pronounced and ridged with three deep lines. Wide lips parted in a grin to reveal two rows of shiny white teeth. I studied his face, my hand brushing the fabric of his hoodie. It was really soft, but the body underneath was rock hard.
“We need to go,” The Mask said, reaching out and taking my hand. He put on a huge pair of sunglasses. “Is that okay?”
I nodded. The mask – I needed to find out his real name as soon as possible – pulled me out of the terminal and into the street, walking down until we were past the departures area and across the road. After a few minutes I realized he was leading me towards the airport hotel.
“We just need to get away from all the cameras,” The Mask said, squeezing my hand. His fingers were smooth and uncalloused, but strong. I liked the way my whole hand fit inside his grip...
