That Convict Kind of Love

  Age Gap MM Romance

  Essentially Yours

  West Greene

  Copyright ©March 2023 by West Greene

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  For Riley, my reason for everything that I do.

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  For every person who loves their family so much, they’re willing to risk prison time for them.

  Books in West Greene’s Essential Love Series

  That Lumberjack Kind of Love

  That Convict Kind of Love

  That Trucker Kind of Love

  Other Books in the Multi-Author Essentially Yours Series

  Essentially Yours Multi-Author Series

  * * *

  They work hard.

  They play harder.

  And they love hardest.

  * * *

  They're essential workers, but when they're off the clock, they're essentially yours.

  Contents

  1. Prologue

  2. Chapter One

  3. Chapter Two

  4. Chapter Three

  5. Chapter Four

  6. Chapter Five

  7. Chapter Six

  8. Chapter Seven

  9. Chapter Eight

  10. Epilogue

  Also by West Greene

  About the Author

  1

  Prologue

  Jace

  I stepped through the old wooden doors of the bar, scanning the crowd for any familiar faces—both friend and foe. Like most other people here, I’d been stuck in this small town, never leaving. I’d only left long enough to join the pipe fitters union, and then I’d come back home, got a job in the next town over, and just kind of stayed around here.

  The only reason I stayed was because of my little sister. She was eighteen and pregnant, and I was doing my best to help support her. Her piece-of-shit boyfriend wasn’t working, refused to get some kind of trade to help himself, and was just a sorry son of a bitch all the way around.

  I had no idea what she ever saw in him.

  “Jace!” the bartender called, grabbing my attention. Harlow was the closest thing I had to a friend here. I’d been a popular kid in high school until I came out of the closet my senior year. Figured most people would be homophobes in our small town, and I was proven right.

  Not many people wanted to be around me anymore. It was like they were afraid they’d catch something that would make them gay, too.

  I fucking hated humanity sometimes.

  Harlow was a lesbian, but she didn’t have to deal with the shit I did. Apparently, being lesbian was cool. She just got constant offers for threesomes. I knew it annoyed the shit out of her. I was just glad she wasn’t being shunned like I was.

  Only thing was, I didn’t really give a fuck about being shunned. As soon as I could get my little sister to dump her sorry excuse of a boyfriend, I’d be moving both of us out of this godforsaken town so she could get her head on straight and make something of herself.

  Jessa was extremely smart, and despite her dumb choices, she was graduating at the top of her senior class. I was extremely proud of her. And with me being the closest thing to a parent she had since ours checked out when I turned eighteen, she was relying on me to keep her on the straight and narrow.

  And I would.

  I was all she had.

  “What’ll it be?” Harlow asked me when I got up to the bar. “Regular or you feelin’ a bit adventurous tonight?”

  I snorted. “Just my regular beer, Harlow,” I told her.

  She grinned and grabbed me a bottle out of the fridge behind her. After she popped the top off using her lighter, she put it on the bar in front of me. I grabbed it and took a swig, scanning the room again.

  She opened her mouth to say something, but my eyes landed on my sister’s boyfriend, who was definitely underage and shouldn’t be in here. I pointed at him. “He’s fucking underage,” I growled, cutting my eyes to her for a moment before locking them back on his sorry ass.

  “What?” Harlow asked in confusion, looking where I was pointing. “He showed me his ID, Jace. He’s definitely of age.”

  I shook my head and set my beer down. “That’s Jessa’s piece-of-shit boyfriend. He’s eighteen—a month younger than Jessa.”

  Harlow’s eyes widened. I stormed off in his direction, fucking pissed. How did he not have money to help Jessa prepare for this baby, but he had money to come here and piss away on beer and liquor? Was he so fucking stupid that he didn’t even know I was a goddamn regular here?

  I gripped the back of his shirt, surprising him for a moment. “You want to fucking tell me what the hell you’re doing here?” I growled.

  He yanked away from me. “Man, fuck off, Jace.”

  “You wanna repeat that?” I barked at him, not in the mood for his shit. Jessa had just been crying earlier today because she needed to prepare, and she hated asking me for help. Yet, here he fucking was, having the goddamn time of his life. “I don’t think I fuckin’ heard you correctly, kid. Sounded like you told me to fuck off.”

  He punched me, too inebriated to make good choices. I was itching for a fucking fight with him after the way he kept dragging my little sister around in circles, so I swung out, sending him crashing against a high table. The patrons sitting at it kept it from falling. He sloppily tried to swing at me again, but he was too slow, and I pummeled my fists into his face before bashing his skull against one of the booths.

  He slumped to the floor, knocked out. Yelling reached my ears. Harlow’s hands wrapped around my arm, and she yanked, trying to pull me away from the scene. “Jace!” she shrieked. “Holy shit, Jace!”

  I turned to face her. Her eyes were wide and frightened, her face pale. “The owner called the police, Jace, and that kid is bleeding from his head.”

  I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Fuck,” I growled. I should’ve known better than to retaliate. I should have kept my hands to myself, just called the police and let them deal with an underage kid drinking. But instead, I’d let my rage cloud my judgment, as usual.

  I was known for being a fucking hot head, and now, it was about to land my ass in a heap of trouble.

  Sirens reached my ears. Blue, white, and red lights lit up the inside of the bar.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  I grabbed Harlow’s hand and gently pried it from my arm before looking down at her. “If I get arrested tonight, I need you to go break the news to Jessa. Don’t let the cops do it, you hear me?”

  She nodded, her lips trembling before she hugged me tightly. I sighed and folded her in my arms. “You can’t go away for long, right?” she asked.

  I snorted. We’d see.

  I clenched my jaw, my teeth grinding together when I heard my sentence.

  Ten fucking years.

  I was getting ten years in prison, and if I was a decent human being while I was inside and stayed on good behavior, the judge would be willing to look into parole after six years.

  I’d put that fucking kid on life support. Didn’t feel a bit sorry about that. The only thing I was sorry about was not being there for my sister anymore.

  Jessa was sobbing behind me, and I could hear Harlow shushing her. I’d gotten out on bail, but today, I was going right back inside. Even now, the officer was walking over to me to put me in cuffs.

  I slowly stood and turned my back to him, placing my hands behind my back. My eyes met my little sister’s, and my heart wrenched in my chest. There was so much hatred and contempt there along with so much longing. Despite her conflicted feelings over what happened in that bar, she still needed me.

  And I’d gone and done something stupid to rip us apart for a minimum of six fucking years.

  I’m so sorry, I mouthed to her as those cold cuffs latched around my wrists, sealing my fate.

  She looked away from me and rested her hand on her swollen belly. I squeezed my eyes shut.

  I had no one to blame but my own fucking self.

  2

  Chapter One

  Jace

  There was a new guard. And fuck was he good-looking. He was tall—taller than me by a couple of inches, at least, and I stood at six foot three. His dark hair was always a mess, like it refused to be tamed, and it was splattered with bits of gray here and there. And seeing him in that uniform did something to me. My body reacted every single time I saw him.

  I’d been eyeing him since he started three months ago, and I knew he noticed. But he only ever coldly looked at me and dismissed me just as quickly.

  Why were the hot ones always fucking assholes?

  “Get a move on, Cameron. We don’t have all fucking day,” Cooper snapped at me when I took my sweet time coming out of my cell to head to the food hall. I fucking hated that everyone here called me by my last damn name.

  It was like a bitter fucking reminder that I turned out to be no different than my father. I mean, look at me. I was serving time just like he did when I was a kid. I’d abandoned my little sister when she needed me the most, just like he had aband oned us.

  “Ain’t nothing else to do in this shit hole,” I taunted him.

  He arched a brow at me. “You want to find out if there is, Cameron? I can sure as hell find something for you to do, and you’ll regret it when I do,” he warned me.

  I gritted my teeth, and for the first time in all the time he’d been working here, a cocky smirk tilted his lips that had my cock jerking in my jumpsuit. He ran his eyes over me, stopping where my jumpsuit was tented.

  And just like that, he dismissed me.

  Sometimes, I hated him as much as I wanted him. But it was only sometimes. I knew he was capable of being nice to others. I’d seen it when one of the other inmates got stabbed, and Cooper had to stabilize him before they could move him to the infirmary. The guy had been panicking and freaking out, and Cooper had remained calm and soothing all while blood covered his hands and arms.

  The guy made it. He made it by a damn hair, but because of Cooper’s patience and medical intellect, he survived.

  But they moved him to another prison in the state, deciding he wasn’t safe here.

  “Let’s go,” he ordered again, jerking me out of my head.

  Sighing softly, I followed him down the hall, willing my dick to go down. Thankfully, I didn’t have a cellmate—not yet, anyway. My last one got out early, and no one had replaced him yet. But I knew someone would soon. They always did.

  In a place like this, you were never alone for long.

  We entered the food hall. I made my way to the back of the line while Cooper went to stand along the wall with the other guards. I was glad he was nicer than the others, at least. Some of the guards were straight assholes and got a kick out of treating all of us like shit, like we weren’t human beings, too.

  The only thing that kept me from lashing out at them when they mistreated me was that six-year mark coming closer and closer. I only had two more weeks, and I would find out if the judge would be willing to visit the idea of parole.

  Six years in this hell hole. Fuck, I didn’t want to be here a damn second longer than I had to be, that was for sure.

  After getting my food, I took a seat at a table furthest away from the wall of guards and focused on just keeping my head down and getting the food in my stomach before times up was called.

  I was craving freedom. I’d been feeling trapped for the past almost six years, and I was over it. And I needed to make shit up with my sister. She hadn’t come to visit me a single time, though Harlow had. And Harlow told me what she could without betraying Jessa’s trust, which I understood, even if I didn’t like it.

  Jessa had graduated college with a Bachelor’s degree. She’d done online classes, officially dumped her baby daddy after he woke up and only became an even worse human being. From what I understood, he never reached out once Jessa dismissed him.

  Jessa was still living in the place I’d bought, and she had taken over the payments so it wouldn’t go to the bank and she had somewhere safe to raise her baby girl—a daughter I didn’t even know the name of. Hell, I wasn’t allowed to know her name.

  Shit, I wasn’t even hungry anymore.

  Two more weeks. I scrubbed my hands over my face. I could make it that long, right?

  I glowered at Cooper when he unlocked my cell. “Did someone suddenly forget I need to shower, too?” I asked him.

  Cooper grunted. “Wasn’t my fault. I was on lunch. They forgot about you—not me. Let’s go.”

  I grabbed my stuff and followed him to the showers. We were the only two people in the massive, open room, and I was suddenly extremely aware of him.

  I was going to be hard the entire time I showered. Christ.

  Silently, I stripped out of my clothes, slipped on my shower shoes, and headed to the shower directly across from where Cooper was sitting on the end of a bench. I did my best to ignore my dick, which was standing at attention. I was so hard, I ached.

  Apparently, I liked to torture myself, and I hoped I was torturing him. Just knowing he had a clear view of me was driving me crazy.

  “There are other showers, Jace,” Cooper rumbled when I turned the shower on.

  I looked at him over my shoulder, a smirk tilting my lips. “I know.”

  He clenched his jaw, but this time, he didn’t dismiss me. He trailed his eyes over me, and I watched as they heated and darkened in color. My breath hitched in my throat.

  Would he finally do something about the sexual tension between us?

  “Come here,” he growled.

  I turned and faced him. “Why?” I cockily asked, wanting to torment him as much as he’d been tormenting me.

  “Cameron—” he snarled.

  “Okay, okay,” I said, holding my hands up in a placating gesture. He was finally responding to me. I didn’t want to mess that up with my constant sarcasm and smart-ass comments and responses.

  I walked to him, stopping right in front of his spread knees. He pointed to the floor. I silently lowered myself to my knees on the dirty floor, and he spread his thighs further apart, showing me his cock he’d been hiding when he was leaning forward.

  Fuck.

  It was thick and veiny—easily one of the biggest men I’d ever seen in my life. I salivated, hungry for him. I was such a slut for cock—always had been. And his was beautiful.

  “You want this, boy?” he asked me, his voice raspy and full of need. Him calling me boy had my dick jerking, precum leaking from the tip and dripping onto the floor.

  I nodded. “Yes,” I rasped. “Please.”

  “Mouth only,” he warned me. “And you have two minutes to get me off so you still have time to shower.”

  He sure as fuck didn’t have to tell me twice. I wrapped my lips around him, immediately sucking him to the back of my throat. I didn’t have a gag reflex, so giving him a blow job like this without being able to use my hands was easy as fuck, even if his girth made my jaw hurt.

  “Fuck, boy, you are good at this,” Cooper growled when I swallowed around him. “Gotta work more than that, baby. I need it sloppy and wet.”

  I leaked more precum onto the floor, sucking him with fervor, moaning around him, letting my saliva build up in my mouth. Within seconds, I was making slurping noises, and he was twitching in my mouth, drawing closer to the edge.

  His fingers laced in my hair, and he drove himself down my throat, pulling my head down each time he thrust up. Tears sprang to my eyes and spilled down my cheeks. But fuck, I was so turned on and horny. I needed to come so fucking badly.

  “I’m coming, baby boy,” he rasped. Oh, God, I almost came right then. Being called baby boy fucking did something for me.

  I relaxed my throat even more, swallowing him until my face was buried in his pubes. He growled my name as he spilled down my throat, his fingers pulling on my hair so much, my scalp tingled with pain.

  I popped off of him once he was done, panting, my chest heaving.

  “Get a shower,” he told me as he put his uniform back together. “You have two minutes to shower, understand?”

  I nodded, feeling a little like I had whiplash from his sudden attitude change. Why the hell did he have to be so hot and cold? I’d just given him the best fucking blow job he’d probably ever had in his life.

  Then again, why was I surprised? He was a prison guard. I was a prisoner.

  What we just did was probably nothing more than fulfilling some sick fantasy of his.

  But damn, what a fantasy it was.

  And I wouldn’t mind doing it all over again.

  I stood to my feet, a little unsteady. I was a bit surprised when his eyes latched onto my stiff cock, need burning in his eyes. But he didn’t touch me.

  “Shower,” he gruffly repeated. “Now. Please.”

 

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