All Chapters of Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

ADRIANThe morning of the trial, I woke up to find Dante already dressed in a dark suit, checking and rechecking his weapon with methodical precision."You look different," I said, sitting up in bed, the sheets pooling around my waist.Dante glanced over, his eyes traveling down my bare chest before snapping back to my face with visible effort. "Court appearance. Need to look professional. Blend in with security and legal teams.""You look good. Dangerous, but good.""That's the idea." He holstered his weapon in a shoulder harness concealed beneath his jacket. "You need to get ready. We leave in forty minutes. I want to arrive early, scope the courthouse, identify potential threats."The anxiety I'd been holding at bay came rushing back. Today was real. Today I'd face Delacroix in court. Today I'd start the process that would either put a corrupt senator behind bars or get me killed."Hey," Dante said, crossing to the bed and cupping my face. "You're going to be fine. I've coordinated

ADRIANTestifying was brutal. Three hours of direct examination, walking through every piece of evidence I'd gathered, every source I'd interviewed, every document that proved Delacroix's corruption.His lawyers were vicious during cross-examination. Attacking my credibility, my methods, my motivations. Suggesting I'd fabricated evidence. Implying I was politically motivated.I held my ground. Answered every question calmly and factually. Let the evidence speak for itself.But the entire time, I was hyperaware of Delacroix sitting at the defense table, watching me with cold hatred in his eyes.He knew I'd destroyed him. Knew that my testimony was damning. Knew he was going to prison.And he wanted me to pay for it.During the recess, the marshals hustled me to a secure conference room. Dante was already there, his expression tight with controlled fury."What happened?" I asked. "I saw you running—""Attempted poisoning. Two men with syringes. We intercepted them before they could get

DANTEMaking love to Adrian had become my favorite form of therapy. For both of us.When he was beneath me, when I was inside him, when we were connected in the most intimate way possible, nothing else existed. Not the danger, not the uncertainty, not the fear.Just us.I stripped him slowly, savoring each piece of clothing that came off, kissing newly revealed skin. Adrian was lean and beautiful, all sharp angles and smooth skin, with a small birthmark on his left hip that I'd become obsessed with kissing.When he was naked, I pushed him down onto the bed and covered his body with mine, skin to skin, letting him feel my weight, my presence."I've got you," I murmured, kissing down his neck. "Always got you.""I know. I feel safest when I'm with you like this.""Good. Because I'm never letting you go."I worked my way down his body, kissing and biting and sucking marks into his skin. Claiming him in the most primitive way I knew how.By the time I reached his cock, he was hard and lea

One Year LaterADRIANThe wedding was small. Just close friends and family, held in a garden venue with ridiculous security because old habits died hard.Dante had tried to argue that we didn't need armed guards at our wedding, that the threat was long over, that we could have a normal celebration like normal people. But I'd insisted. Not because I was afraid anymore, but because I knew it would make him feel better. And on our wedding day, I wanted him to feel nothing but joy.So we had discreet security stationed at every entrance, cameras monitoring the perimeter, and a full threat assessment done on every single guest. It was excessive. It was perfect. It was us.The garden was beautiful, decorated with white roses and deep blue hydrangeas, Dante's favorite colors. String lights hung overhead, ready to illuminate the space as evening fell. A small string quartet played softly as guests took their seats.I stood at the end of the aisle with my father, who'd flown in from Boston for

ETHANAfter Jamie left, I stood in the guest room trying to get my breathing under control, trying to calm my racing heart and painfully hard cock.I'd kissed him. Had tasted him. Had felt him hard and desperate against me.And it had been everything I'd imagined and so much worse.Because now I knew. Knew what he tasted like. Knew how he responded to dominance. Knew that the attraction was mutual, that the past six years of trying to forget him had been pointless.Jamie Martinez wanted me.And I wanted him so badly I could barely think straight.But he was Marcus's best friend. Marcus, who'd been there for me through everything. Who'd supported me when I'd enlisted. Who'd written to me every week while I was deployed. Who trusted me to come home and not fuck up his life.Kissing Jamie was fucking up his life.Wanting Jamie was a betrayal.Acting on that want would destroy my relationship with my brother.So I couldn't. No matter how much I wanted to. No matter how hard my cock was. N