Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 101: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… The Stan!

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Jean laughed uncontrollably as he listened to the good-humored, blonde hunk who had not only been spotting him in the gym for about forty-five minutes but had also regaled him with hilarious stories that had made him laugh. They were the only two in the huge, well-equipped gym on Quain Islands. There were lots of guests on the Island but they understandably didn’t think exercising was very necessary. After all, Quain Islands was for relaxing and spoiling oneself.

“The name’s Jean, by the way.” Jean stretched out his hand to shake the hand of the grinning hunk.

“So you own one of those aircrafts out there huh?” The man grinned.

“Err…yep.” Jean looked surprised. “How did you…”

“Stan.” The man, who seemed to be in his early thirties, laughed as he shook Jean’s hand. “I was told by the staff that the blue one belonged to a Dr. Jean Broody.”

“Right…” Jean couldn’t help but wonder why the hunk had to be given such information by the staff.

“I came in yesterday to check on things,” Stan explained, seeing Jean’s confused look. “My boss owns the place so…” He shrugged. “I needed to ensure that everything is running smoothly. I’ll be leaving this afternoon.”

“Oh, right.” Jean laughed. “This place is amazing. I was here with my brothers some years ago and it was just as amazing. The staff is the best. The food, on point. Just wonderful, man.”

“Damn, I wish I had CNN here to capture that.” Stan laughed. “I appreciate that, Jean. We aim to please. I supposed your lady is still in bed…” He grinned as he grabbed a towel to wipe at his sweaty chest.

“My man.” Jean corrected automatically. “And he’s not sleeping. Skyping with his mother.” He drawled, drawing an amused chuckle out of Stan.

“Really? This early?” Stan took the seat next to Jean.

“Well, she’s actually moving around her home with her laptop in her hand, trying to show Bradley all the new stuff she got for the house yesterday.”

“Oh boy.” Stan breathed. “Mothers! Well, good for him he’s not into morning exercises. I would have been cranky as hell if someone had taken me away from my morning workout.”

“Oh, he doesn’t joke with his morning workout, trust me.” Jean chuckled. “The guy is a Navy Seal.”

“Oh…”

“But when it comes to his mother…and sex, he’s a totally different person,” Jean muttered in a conspiratorial tone, making Stan erupt with laughter. “Trust me, those two things trump exercises any day for my man.” He joined in the laughter.

“Well, good for you.” Stan grinned. “Hope you’ve done your duty this morning though…” He drawled.

“What do you think?” Jean gave a cocky laugh. “I gave him the sweetest awakening this morning.”

“Oh my god, I like you.” Stan laughed. “I usually come here with any naughty chic I can get my paws…hands on. But not this time.”

“Couldn’t get your paws on any?” Jean drawled with amusement.

Stan laughed. “Didn’t bother inviting anyone because this was just a short visit. Next time.” Stan got to his feet. “So will you be taking your breakfast in the restaurant or…”

“Hey, baby.” Jean virtually lit up like a Christmas tree when Bradley entered the gym. “Done finally?”

“Finally.” Bradley chuckled, sizing up the gorgeous hunk standing beside Jean as he got closer to his boyfriend. He was shocked at all the crazy thoughts that began to ricochet in his head. To kill those thoughts, Bradley did the first thing that came to mind. He lowered his head to Jean’s, to his naughty boyfriend’s bemusement. “I missed you.” He murmured huskily against Jean’s lips.

If Jean thought he knew what Bradley was about to do, he was in for a shock. Bradley didn’t give Jean a quick kiss on the lips as Jean thought he would. He cupped Jean’s face possessively and began to tease his lips with the wet tip of his tongue. It felt so good Jean moaned as his body swayed closer to Bradley’s. And that was when the soldier’s tongue slipped inside Jean’s sweet, warm mouth. And right there before Stan, Bradley kissed Jean with searing passion until Jean’s heart raced and his toes curled inside his trainers. By the time Bradley released Jean’s lips, the cocky doctor was not only panting for breath, he looked completely floored.

“Staking your claim, Bradley?” Stan drawled beside them to Bradley’s shock and Jean’s amusement. And at Bradley’s blank stare, Stan stretched forth his hand towards Bradley;

“Stan.” The two men gave each other firm handshakes. “Your man has already told me about you.” He grinned.

“Really?” Bradley shot a still dazed Jean a look. “And what exactly did he say?”

“Well…that you’re a mama’s boy and a Navy Seal…among other things.” Stan grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it on. “So which division do you belong to?”

“Well, you wouldn’t know even if I told you,” Bradley responded. The Arrowhead was a Classified Black OPs task force division of the FBI, whose operations were not even known to many inside the organization. But since they were drawn from elite Navy Seal teams, they simply told anyone who asked that they were Seals.

“Try me.” Stan challenged.

“Special Forces,” Bradley said. “Know anyone in the Navy?”

“Yep. Admiral Mathias.” Stan responded. Then he suddenly grinned at Bradley and stated; “You’re an Arrowhead.”

Bradley couldn’t suppress his look of shock this time. But for the slight quickening of his heart at the mention of The Admiral’s name, Bradley could have sworn his expression had remained unchanged. When it came to his work, his poker face was dead accurate. How Stan had been able to tell that he was an Arrowhead, therefore, shocked him to no end.

“Dude, how did you...”

“I have my ways,” Stan responded mysteriously. “Anyway, you have nothing to worry about, Bradley.” He grinned. “I’m to train your new recruits. So I needed to understand what the Arrowhead was all about, in order to know the type of training to give. You’re Lt. Bradley Jackson, right?”

“Damn…” Jean laughed. “You left out Jeff…”

“Shut up, Jean.” Bradley groaned. “Stanley Norris?”

“The one and only.” Stan grinned.

“But you’re so…young.” Bradley breathed.

“Who were you expecting? Chuck Norris?” Stan drawled, making Jean holler with laughter.

“Oh, that’s a good one.” Jean laughed. “Are you…”

“Related?” Stan finished Jean’s question with amused laughter. “No.”

“What did you want?” Bradley smirked at Jean. “His autograph on your dick?”

“Well, now that you mention it…imagine the name Norris on my dick, right beneath the ring…”

“Oh my god, shut up.” Bradley reached out to cover Jean’s mouth with a hand. “He’s crazy.” He told a laughing Stan.

“Your profile was accurate, Bradley.” Stan laughed. “You’re too serious.”

“You have our profiles?” Bradley took his hand away from Jean’s mouth.

“A quarter of a page each.” Stan nodded. “No pictures though. Yours said you are fierce, merciless, formidable, stern…among others. Too serious.” He drawled.

“I’m trying to loosen him up.” Jean chuckled, dropping his head to nuzzle Bradley’s neck. “You took a shower.” He commented.

“Uh-huh…” Bradley murmured as his eyes fluttered shut. “I figured it was too late to hit the gym so…”

“Damn, you smell divine.” Jean groaned as he lifted his head. “So, what do you say we go have breakfast at the restaurant with Stan?” He husked, his body language definitely not that of someone who wanted breakfast.

“Maybe y’all need to skip breakfast and get back to…” Stan sounded really amused.

“Sorry about that.” Bradley groaned, stepping away from Jean. “I don’t usually do this but… How come you don’t look shocked?” He draped an arm around Jean’s shoulder as all three men started out of the gym.

“You should see my boss and his man.” Stan chuckled. “Those two don’t mind who is around when they get the urge to fuck. They go right ahead and do it.”

“What the fuck!” Jean gasped. “They must be animals.”

“You can say that.” Stan laughed. “So the Admiral says you and Ty will be out on a mission by the time the scheduled training for the recruits begin.”

“Well, the Admiral has his own schedule. All we do is move when we’re asked to.” Bradley chuckled.

“I know.” Stan laughed. “The initial plan was to work with Ty but since he won’t be around, I’m to work with Ian Williams.”

“Will?” Bradley stopped walking and looked at Stan with eyes filled with mirth. “Damn, I pity those recruits. And you.”

“Well, I’m sure he knows what to expect, baby.” Jean chuckled. “I mean that quarter-page profile should tell him the guy is…”

“A rascal, trouble-maker, party animal, prankster…” Stan rattled off. “Among others.” He added with a look so comical both Bradley and Jean burst into laughter.

And even as the three men entered the restaurant, their raucous laughter rang out to the amusement of the staff.