Tyler stood up. "I'm not going to be your servant. Your s.e.x slave maybe..." he grinned at him.

Bryce lifted one corner of his mouth. "Oh no, you'd enjoy that too much."

"A little full of yourself, aren't we, Commander Donovan?" Tyler mocked.

"I'm very observant," he returned.

"And where are you sleeping?" Tyler paused, before getting into bed.

"Right there, beside you," he said. "Now get in the bed and lie down."

"Do you expect me to sleep with my clothes on?"

"Actually, yes," Bryce said.

"Afraid you could lose control?" He moved his face closer to him.

"Not really. But I'm not taking any chances. Lie down and raise both hands over your head."

Tyler blinked. "Sounds interesting," he replied, doing as he asked.

Bryce walked over to pick up the handcuffs. He grabbed Tyler's hand and placed the cuff around his wrist, then the other, including one rung of the bed.

"Come on," Tyler protested, moving around, "I won't be able to sleep like this."

"You won't be able to get into any trouble, either," he replied, pulling his tee-shirt over his head.

Tyler's eyes widened at the sight of his muscular chest and forearms. Then he leaned down and took off the boots. He turned towards him and smiled, reaching for the snap on top of his black leather pants.

Tyler ran a tongue over his lips.

Bryce seductively undid two snaps, looking at him the whole time. He could see his hips strain upwards, his chest begin to move visibly up and down.

Then he stopped. "Guess I better keep them on. What do you say, Rose?" "I say you're an evil son of b.i.t.c.h, Donovan," Tyler muttered, which caused Bryce to laugh heartily.

"Nightie night," he mocked, sliding onto the bed beside him. "Oh and by the way," he said as Tyler fumed, "you have a great a.s.s. If you weren't a common criminal, I might have considered giving it a ride tonight."

Tyler swore under his breath, and yanked at the cuffs in frustration.

Bryce Donovan tucked his hands over his head and looked up at the ceiling. "It's a shame, isn't it, Rose, the one time you are put in a position that really peaks your interest, it's going nowhere."

How in the h.e.l.l did he know that being cuffed like this really excited him? "You presume a lot," Tyler spat.

"I presume nothing. I was subjected to a fast forward brain scan of your life before we met tonight. I know the age you were potty trained, and I know what really turns you on. Problem is, you can't find a man who can scratch your itch."

Tyler's jaw dropped.

Bryce moved his head on the pillow so that he was looking right at him.

Tyler brought his legs together, and issued him a dirty look.

"Are you h.o.r.n.y?" he asked him softly.

"Not at all," Tyler snapped.

"Umm, your body says otherwise." His eyes lighted on the conspicuous bulge in his pants. "Do you want me to undress you?" he asked him softly.

Tyler tore his gaze away from him. He glanced down at himself. d.a.m.n.

Bryce sat up on the bed and leaned over him. Tyler looked up into his face. s.h.i.t. If only he wasn't so gorgeous. He held his gaze as he felt his hand move over his thigh.

"There's... there's a law against this... somewhere..." he muttered.

"And what law would that be, Tyler?" His voice was deep and silky smooth.

"s.e.xual torture...I...think..." Tyler retaliated.

Bryce grinned and removed his hand. "Well, in that case, I'll stop. It's too bad because I was going to take off your clothes and use your body to satisfy my deepest desires. In fact, there's no end to my s.e.xual imagination."

He lay back down. "Good night," he said. "Sweet dreams."

Tyler swallowed. His s.e.x throbbed and he couldn't even reach down and relieve its insistent need.

After a few minutes, Tyler said, "Were you really going to...?"

"Was I really going to what, Tyler?" he murmured, falling asleep.

"You know...take off my clothes and...?"

He laughed softly, rolling over on his side. After a few minutes, he was asleep.

A SLEEPLESS NIGHT IN RUBY CITY

What a b.a.s.t.a.r.d! He was in the shower now and he had left him handcuffed to the bed. What a s.a.d.i.s.tic monster!

Suddenly he emerged from the bathroom, dressed in nothing but a skimpy white towel tucked casually around his slim waist. His chest and his hair still damp, exquisite brown nipples taut from the stimulation of the shower.

As he walked over to him, Tyler caught a glimpse of his muscular thigh and craned his neck so that he could admire the way the towel outlined the bubble shaped curve of his incredible a.s.s.

Bryce shook his head, lifting his hand to smooth back some damp hair off his forehead. "Honestly, Tyler, is that all you ever think about?"

"How in h.e.l.l do you know what I'm thinking about," Tyler threw at him. "You're a real b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I didn't get any sleep at all last night."

"That's funny," he grinned. "I slept like a baby." He picked up the keys to the handcuffs and threw them on the bed. "There you go."

"Very funny," Tyler scowled, eyeing the key. "You're a real laugh riot, aren't you?"

Bryce chuckled. "Well I considered a life as a comedian at one time but unfortunately, my life was mapped out for me."

Tyler eyed him. "Please, Commander, Sir," he sneered, "undo these cuffs. I have to p.i.s.s."

Bryce came over and picked up the key. He slipped the key into the lock and undid the cuffs.

Tyler let out a sigh of contentment as he lowered his arms and rubbed his wrists.

Bryce moved away from the bed. "Go do what you have to do in the bathroom. I'm going to get dressed."

"Then what?" Tyler eyed him.

"Then you're coming with me to the Sky Station."

Tyler got out of bed. He yawned. "I'm not exactly dressed for duty," he told him mawkishly, indicating his skin-tight pants.

"Don't worry," the Commander told him. "I'll find you something appropriate to wear." He smirked.

Tyler disappeared into the bathroom.

Bryce put on his clothes, then sat in the chair and waited for him to come out.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he threw his shirt at him. "Come on, let's go," he barked.

A few minutes later, they were in the police vehicle heading for the sky patrol station.

"I get one phone call," Tyler pointed out as they landed on the roof of the police facility.

Bryce pulled him out of the vehicle and clamped a hand on his shoulder. "Right, whatever, come on," he propelled him through the door and onto the elevator.

This was the first time he had ever been here. He hoped it would be the last. The open gla.s.s elevator glided down eighteen floors where various divisions of Sky Patrol operated. Tyler gazed absently out at the uniformed men and women who were slumped over desks or answering phones, or scurrying around the open carpeted s.p.a.ces.

"So people actually work in these places," he muttered as the elevator announced, "Command Floor," and came to a stop.

Bryce stepped out, pulling Tyler with him.

"You can stop manhandling me now," Tyler told him. "It's not turning me on anymore."

"Come on," Bryce growled, hauling him down the hallway to his office.

Several officers walked past them, nodding at the Commander but no one said anything. They knew that he was Jack Rose's grandson, and that he wouldn't be here long.

In the office, Bryce closed the door and Tyler fell into a chair. "My phone call now," he said.

"Be my guest," Bryce told him, pa.s.sing him the phone.

"May I have some privacy please?" He raised his gaze to him.

"Certainly," Bryce replied, standing up and opening a cupboard to the left of his desk. "And when you're finished, put these on," he instructed, throwing him a pair of standard issue incarceration pants and shirt in basic tan.

Tyler held up the pants and shirt and studied them. "You got to kidding. I wouldn't be caught dead in these. What if someone saw me?"

"I don't give a flying f.u.c.k," Commander Donavan replied flippantly. "You have five minutes." He indicated the phone with his head and left the office.

Tyler called home. Ethan answered, his grandfather's personal a.s.sistant, which was great because Ethan would do anything to get his attention.

"Ethan, just the person I wanted to speak to," he said, giving him his most charming smile.

"Tyler, Tyler, how are you?"

"Right now, not too good. I am in need of someone as intelligent and resourceful as you at this moment."

Ethan flushed.

"You need to let my mother and my grandfather know that I'm being treated like a common criminal. I'm in the sky patrol station, being brutally manhandled by a Commander Donavan."

"Oh my, are you alright?"

"I'm extremely distressed, Ethan."

"Don't worry, Tyler. I will take care of it right away. Hold on," he said.

A few seconds later, his mother appeared on the phone. "Tyler," she looked worried, "my G.o.d. Your grandfather is contacting the Commander as we speak. This is outrageous. We're sending the driver to bring you home."

"Thank you, Mother." He lowered his head, pretending to sniff.

"Don't worry, son. Just hold on. I'm coming with the driver. I want to see this Commander face to face."

Tyler wanted to laugh. He couldn't wait to see that. He said goodbye and placed the phone back on the desk.

When his personal phone rang, Bryce wasn't too surprised. It was Jack Rose himself who appeared in front of him. "Mr. Rose," he said. "What can I do for you?"

"You can tell me why my grandson is in the Sky Patrol Station with a bunch of criminals?