Page 1 of Tracker
Chapter One
2:00a.m.
Hello, sexy. Do you miss me yet?
1CEOofGenius_ATLAS
As much as Tracker would like to believe he wasn’t desperate, the relief that poured through him at the incoming message said otherwise. Even though it had been less than twenty-four hours since he had heard from Atlas, Tracker was ready to start tearing at his skin like an addict. He never got enough.
I love the way you call me sexy, as if you know anything about how I look.
1_bottomless_data_base
Being sexy has nothing to do with looks. You’re intelligent, funny, and I crave time with you. That’s sexiness.
1CEOofGenius_ATLAS
Tracker smiled. He always did when he spent time online with Atlas. About two years ago, Tracker had run across Atlas in a hacker’s group. He was the only one in the group who could hang with Tracker’s abilities. It was more than rare for someone to keep up with him. It was unheard of, beyond his best friend Zeus, of course, for someone to surpass him the way Atlas did.
In that case, I guess we’re both sexy. I have to be honest; it bothers me a little that I know nothing about you. We’ve had this conversation before. I don’t want to wake up one day and find out I’ve been chatting with a 12-year-old or something.
1_bottomless_data_base
He really didn’t. Tracker knew nothing about Atlas beyond his name, brains, and the way he tempted the hell out of Tracker. Atlas very likely wasn’t even his name. The poor guy had to think Tracker was a fake name. Ha. Normally, Tracker would never bitch about not seeing someone’s face, but Atlas had him hooked. He was better than even Tracker at hacking. Tracker hadn’t found a single shred of information about Atlas online. Yet, the guy—at least he hoped Atlas was a guy—made Tracker hotter than hell.
Oh, I’m no kid. I can promise you that.
1CEOofGenius_ATLAS
Sounds like something a kid would say.
1_bottomless_data_base
Tracker chuckled as he sent the message.
I can send you a dick pic, if you’d like? Then you can see for yourself. This body is no child.
1CEOofGenius_ATLAS
For a moment, Tracker stared at the computer screen and saw nothing. To be honest, he kind of wanted that picture, as dumb as it may be. He already knew he would never be brave enough to meet Atlas in person. That was for the best. Atlas wouldn’t keep messaging him if they ever met up for sex or whatever. Tracker knew that too. More than once, Tracker had wondered if Atlas was part of the same spy program that trained him. Surely this level of intelligence and skill wasn’t self-taught. He was just really into the guy. These conversations were the closest Tracker ever got to going on dates.
Oooh, your silence is telling. You want that pic.
1CEOofGenius_ATLAS
Heat exploded across his face. Sometimes, he swore Atlas could see him.
You’re blushing. I can practically feel the heat rolling from your face across the miles. Don’t worry. I’d never send you anything without you explicitly asking. Consent is important to me.
1CEOofGenius_ATLAS
Fuck. Tracker would like to think he wasn’t a coward, but when it came to this, he was. Something just felt wrong about sending inappropriate pictures online. If Atlas sent one, he would ask for the same in return. While Tracker always dressed to impress, ensuring he stayed perfectly pressed and groomed, there was a reason for that. Just as there were countless reasons he didn’t flirt or date. Tracker didn’t go to clubs or go to bed with strangers. He didn’t go to bed with anyone. Tracker couldn’t say he was lonely, per se, but he had needs just like anyone else. Sometimes, when he assuaged those desires alone, a hole opened inside him afterward. Those moments exposed the truth. Tracker would never have the same love his brothers found. His flaws were insurmountable.
Someone knocked on the door, surprising the hell out of him. He had gotten so lost in his thoughts, he didn’t know if the perimeter alarms had sounded. Tracker checked the security monitors. A familiar sports car sat parked outside the door. Before he could answer, the door swung wide, and Zeus let himself inside.
Tracker rushed to click buttons and hide his conversation with Atlas. He didn’t know why he didn’t want Zeus to see he currently spoke to Atlas, but he didn’t. The door to his bunker had the highest of security systems in place. None of that shit ever slowed Zeus. Locks were a joke when he was involved.
“I knew it.”
