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And he could be had, because the women were safer than the guys. Tom remembered Wells bridling at the command. Or I hire a hit man. Results on my fax or e-mail before I ship out. And Wells and Tom both got blood tests.
Law glanced aside at him. He lay with his hands clasped behind his head. She said you were with some blue-collar homosexual. He looked up at Tom sideways. Damned Wells had to go and blab the specifics of their love-making to this man.
Tom wondered if this straight prison guard type sadist meant to show the faggot how a real man does it. Law sensed his fear. Tom could tell Law was laughing. Tom smiled, bewildered. Cynthia had Alana cornered. III Tom took refuge at the bar, where he found a cluster of men to shoot the shit with. The pack of them parted to let a busty bridesmaid through.
She was a brazen young woman who thrived surrounded by studs. She zeroed in on Tom. All the young men answered for Tom. The woman toyed suggestively with the neck of one of the bottles on the bar. Would that get me a blow job? The bridesmaid stalked away fuming. Squirming embarrassment gripped him all the way down to his oysters, while down below, the two made an odd, compelling tableau, the bull and his mother under the spreading tree.
The majestic figure of great power who was Law became a tame beast facing the woman who bore him. She knew. It was no comfort that Wells had told Tom—twice—that Law was straight.
And Tom never doubted it. Sex could be a weapon. It was about dominance. And did Tom happen to know anyone who needed to be the master of everything? The passenger door lifted. The beast slid into the passenger seat, a sexually threatening presence. Tom never saw Law as anything but a bully.
A big bully. But there was something else now. Something more. Intensely threatening. Tom responded with fear tainted with desire. Fear rose up in a blank white wall and hot stab of desire. His blood effervesced. Terror gripped his throat and shook hard.
Some preternatural being that feeds on fear was feasting here. Yet here Law was. He lost his nerve. Bolted for the door. Tried to. Law caught him by his arm, just above the elbow, and pulled him back. As if I was the one that mattered. He took a small step back. Immediately, Law turned Tom around and pushed him at the couch hard, bending him forward over the back of it.
Tom caught himself, his palms sinking into the cushions. Tom tried to stand up, but Law shoved him back down. Tom cried out. Cell phone. An unspoken dare to call if he really meant no. And there it was. Law nuzzled his ear. Was I to die for? But you were safe. But how did you know? I only ever carry one. I keep the box in the car. Tom woke to the pounding baseline from speakers shaking the whole block. It was still night. Law got up. Tom ghosted him to the front of the building to look out a tall window.
REVIEW: Force of Law by Jez Morrow
Dear Ms. I love how you played with both the Cinderella fairytale and the old skool Harlequin Presents tropes and came up with something so powerful and good. Tom is an auto-mechanic. Or not even that? Tom works at a quickie lube joint no, not that kind. Law is huge, filthy rich, invincibly powerful — all the requirements for a Harlequin Presents dominant asshole male.
Force of Law – Jez Morrow
Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. And no abusive relationship like some reviewers stated. No one was abused or raped or manipulated. Story is simple, we don't get much of character development here; more of Tom than Law. Yes we learn more as we go along but not much.