Chapter 4

When his hand slipped beneath the waistband of my draw-string pants I grabbed his wrist.

“We can’t” I whispered.

“Nothing’s stopping us.” He continued to trail kisses along the column of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

“I told you—”

“You can go back on your diet tomorrow.” And his fingers closed around my hardness. I hissed from the pleasure of it, unconsciously releasing his wrist to allow him his opportunity to explore the parts of me that craved his attention.

He spun the chair around so that we faced each other and my gaze went straight to his. His eyes were wide with mischief. His half-smile cocky with triumph. He covered my lips with his, tongues meeting and melding and fighting for control until we pulled apart— panting and winded.

“I swore I wouldn’t do this…” I panted as he released me and began to pull my pants off, urging me to raise my hips...which I did without question.

This was the reason I’d barred him from coming here...because no matter how strong my convictions were and no matter how long I tried to stand my ground, he always managed to tear me down with a single touch.

Every. Damn. Time.

 I let him remove my shirt, then watched as he made quick work of his own clothes. My gaze travelled down the length of him, coming to rest at the thatch of soft curls just above his turgid member.

Christ I’d missed this—missed him and I’d be damned if I’d spent another second ogling. I was out of the chair before he could take a step toward me and I grabbed him roughly, taking his lips. I allowed my own hand to roam, rubbing and pulling, squeezing and scraping, all the while promising myself that this would be the last time I let this happen. After tonight that was it.

 I pushed him onto the couch and covered his body with mine, a hand at his throat, another parting him and preparing him for me. He was practically panting, gripping my arms tight.

For a moment I met his eyes and he grinned—a slow widening of his mouth that only spurred my arousal and a moment later I entered him; stretching him with every snap of my hips. I took his lips again and he moaned, but I wanted more. I wanted to hear him shout, to scream my name as I rode him.

I sank my teeth into his shoulder and when he cried out my movements became faster…harder. I watched his eyes drift closed and lips part and I reached between us to grip him. His hips arched, allowing me better access and took all I could get.

I knew this body. I knew it like I knew myself. Every sensitive spot, every nook and cranny. I knew how to pleasure him; better than all those girls he scored, better than anyone, and with every plunge I showed him just what I knew, until he was practically begging me to end it.

I didn’t.

I  held off until he was only a blubbering mess beneath me and still I continued, stretching him and making him mine, my goal; to erase everyone but me and when I ordered him to open his eyes, what I saw in his impassioned gaze told me I had succeeded…at least for the night.

I took his lips again and the next time I reached between us to grip him, his nails bit into my flesh until I was sure he’d drawn blood.

I saw nothing but him. I felt my own pleasure as deeply as I felt his and I felt the love I had for him grow until the emotion brought me over the edge. I shot into him, a shuddering mess and moments later, he joined me, his body convulsing from his own release.

Afterwards we stayed like that, our breaths evening out and our bodies cooling, but it wasn’t the end of it. Hours later I took him again, and at some point we reached my bedroom. The third time was different…slower…less explosive, but equally memorable and finally, with him wrapped in my arms, the blankets thrown over our naked bodies, we slept.

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The next morning I woke up feeling more rested than I had in a while and I rolled across the bed intending to get up, when I came into contact with warm, solid flesh. My eyes snapped open and I spotted Simon sitting with his back against the headboard, his fingers dancing over the screen of my phone.

I groaned and stretched, then, bunching the pillow under my head, I watched him.

“What are you doing?’ I asked over a yawn and he glanced at me briefly, before his eyes returned to the device.

“Reading your messages.” He explained. I shook my head. “Who’s Alex and why is he sending you pictures of his dick?” he asked, turning to me with a raised brow.

“If I didn’t know any better, I say you were jealous.”

“I am.” He said surprising me, then; “His junk’s bigger than mine.” He finished with a lazy grin and I chucked my pillow at him and rolled out of bed.

I glanced at the time when my feet hit the ground and made quick work of crossing the room.

“We’re gonna be late.”

“I’m not going in today.”

 “Why not?” I questioned.

A mischievous look entered his eyes then and I raised a brow in question.

“Doubt I can even stand up after last night.”

I shook my head and entered the bathroom, intent on getting a quick shower so I could be out the door in fifteen minutes, but when I turned on the faucet and the hot water poured over me I rested my forehead against the tile and released a breath.

Something was seriously wrong with me. There was no other explanation for this. No other reason why I turned into a damn fool when it came to Sy.

Months I’d stood my ground and in one night that had all gone to hell. I took a breath. Maybe it was time to face the fact that I just couldn’t get him out of my system. When all was said and done he was the one I wanted and that just wouldn’t change.

Back in the bedroom I pulled on my clothes while Simon sat in bed fidgeting with my phone. I watched his reflection in the mirror— saw the way he frowned at the screen, his brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed in concentration.

“I was thinking…” he began, eyes never leaving the screen. “Maybe I should go on your little cruise…”

I looked at him in surprise. “Yeah? What made you change your mind?”

When his eyes travelled from my bare feet and slowly upwards, I frowned.

Of course.

“Forget it.”

“Why not? We’ll be on a boat in the middle of nowhere with a brother who hates me and…other people. We’ll need a distraction.”

“I’m going there to relax with my friends, not to satisfy your urges.”

“And yours.”

“No.”

“What? Afraid your gay friends will shun you for being gay?”

My eyes narrowed. “I’ve been out for a year now.”

He snorted. “You’re not out of the closet if I’m the only one who knows you like dick Ed.”

I ignored him, pulling on my leather jacket, before bending to pull on my boots.

“Call Kyle and tell him I’m in.”

I glanced up at him. “Call him yourself. If you’re actually thinking of spending a few weeks at sea with the guy, you might as well get used to talking to him.”

For a moment he only watched me, his eyes showcasing his boredom. “I’ll send him a text.”

“And while you’re at it.”  I straightened up and pulled the stack of reports from the table. “Finish these for me.” I dropped them on the bed by his side and turned to go, picking up my car keys and wallet from the table and stuffing them into my pocket.

“Hey.”  He called out when I reached the room door and I turned to face him.

I caught the phone he threw and stuffed it into my pocket and a moment later I was descending the staircase. I stopped briefly in the family room to make sure my desk drawers were locked before I exited my home, closing the front door behind me.

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“The room’s so small you can touch the four walls when you stretch, the food’s shitty, all the inmates wanna take a stab at you and you know what they say about dropping the soap? It’s true.”

Charles only looked at me. His expression one of boredom, his demeanor one of nonchalance and his face as ugly as sin.

“Twenty-five years in a place like that won’t exactly be a walk in the park.”

His eyes met mine just before he smirked.

“Oh yeah? I bet you’ve never so much as got yourself a parking ticket. What would you know about prison?”

I gritted my teeth, wishing I could just knock some sense into—

“Just take the damn deal Charles.” Michael spoke up, moving from his spot by the door and taking a few steps into the room. His tone was even, his stride deliberate, but his eyes blazing.  “That or we take you back to your little hole in the wall and find somebody else who wants it.”

Charles eyes narrowed and he folded his arms before him.

“Get him outta here.” Michael called out and the door to the interrogation room burst open and the guys took him away.

“If we don’t get something from him this case is a bust.” I said in frustration.

Michael, who propped himself up on the only desk in the room, nodded in agreement.

“We should let Simon take a go at him.”

I snorted. “What’d you want him to do?  Use big words to scare him into talking?”

Michael shrugged. “I don’t know, how does he usually do it?”

“It’s usually a combined effort.”      

“We need Nate.” He said then and I couldn’t agree more. If anyone could get a guy to talk it was Nathan.

“The chief won’t sanction that. The man’s still pissed at him for leaving and taking John with him. He can’t say his name with getting a fucking aneurysm.”

“Then it’s like you said” he began. “This case is a bust.”

I fished the phone out of my pocket when it began to vibrate and answered without looking at the caller ID.

“Reynolds.”

“Hey Eddie, it’s Kyle, I can’t believe you got Simon to agree!”

I stifled a sigh and Michael, who could no doubt hear his every word, rolled his eyes.

“Tell him I said hey.” He mouthed and I watched him escape before I could hand him the phone.

“That was actually his doing. He decided out of the blue.”

I could practically feel Kyle’s excitement.

“Nate’s picking Riley up on Friday. Do you need Johnny to get you guys on Saturday or can you find your way to the pier?”

“I think we can manage, thanks.” I don’t think Sy could handle being trapped in such a small space with Kyle. The guy was just too happy for his own good.

“Great, I’m so—”

“Hey Kyle, I’m kinda in the middle of something now, can I call you back?”

“Of course! Do what you gotta do. We can talk anytime.”

I ended the call and turned to stare at my reflection in the two-way mirror. I looked as worn out as I felt—eye bags and all. I would be lying if I said this cruise wasn’t a Godsend. Three weeks of blue skies, blue seas and warm sunshine.

When my phone began vibrating again, I was careful to glance down at the screen before I answered.

Simon.

“What’s up?”

“I’m leaving your place now. Thought that since I’ll be gone on Saturday then I might as well visit the old man while I can.” He explained. “I left your keys in the usual place.”

I nodded to myself. “Good idea. When do you think you’ll be back?”

“Friday I think...two and a half days should be enough to pay my respects to a dying man.” I could hear the cynicism in his words and it gave me pause, leaving me to wonder why, after his mellow attitude last night, he was suddenly in a piss-poor mood.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, why?”

I shrugged even though he couldn’t see me and offered no reply, but the longer the silence stretched between us, the more my concern grew.

“You want me to come with you?”

The long pause that followed my question gave me my answer.

“Nah it’s cool. I’m about to get going anyway. I’ll meet you at the pier on Saturday.” And he was gone.

I didn’t even get the chance to take a breath before the phone went off again and I stared at the screen in annoyance.

Alex…the thorn in my side and a general pain in my ass. I’d made the mistake of giving him my number one night at a bar weeks ago and I regretted it to this day.

When I let the call ring out, he sent me a text as he was prone to do whenever I didn’t answer and I opened the message.

“Hey Eddie, I know I asked you to chill with me at the bar this weekend. Not sure if you got my message, but I won’t be able to make it anyway…my computer was hacked and my files are everywhere so it’ll take a while to get them sorted out. Maybe we can reschedule...BTW I sent you a pic this morning, hope it woke you up ;)”

I frowned down at the phone. When I saw the word hacked only one person came to mind.

Simon.

I shook my head. An FBI agent hacking into computers out of sheer boredom…I just couldn’t keep up.

 I pushed up from the desk and made my way out of the room and to my desk. I’d have to write up two letters to hand to the chief’s secretary—both for a three day sick leave for me and Sy.

They wouldn’t believe it for a second, but if he needed me, and I had a strong suspicion that he did, then tonight I’d pack a bag and meet him wherever it was that he was going.

                                                                  AUTHOR'S NOTES

TOLD YOU I'D UPLOAD MORE FREQUENTLY :)

And yes it's Michael from my book 'A Home for Timmy' this is one year AFTER he met Jason and little Tims hence the reason he's back at work :)

ENJOY!

-DoUbLe.A

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