into the stroke of his hand, only to push back against the
hard, fast stab of Brad’s cock moving in and out of him. The dual
stimulation made him a completely carnal being, mindless and
panting, desperately searching for release. Al he could feel was the
coil of pleasure winding tighter, and he knew Brad was right there
with him. Somehow the two of them had colided in the darkness,
two lost souls who’d been alone and craving something that was
raunchy and deviant and wholy erotic in a way Gavin would have
never comprehended before this moment.
Gavin shouted when he came, his entire body seizing with the
lightning bolt of pleasure that struck him. It crackled through every
cel in his body, opening a chasm of ecstasy that swalowed him
whole. The pulse of pleasure was so overpowering Gavin only
dimly heard Brad folow him into the abyss with his own shout of
gratification.
The storm took a while for them to ride out. When it did fizzle
to a low hum of contentment, Gavin found himself spread-eagle on
the bed, his cheek resting against the cool sheets with al of Brad’s
weight on him. His breathing was strained because Brad was one
massive firefighter, but Gavin didn’t care. He tilted his head to the
soft caress of kisses running from his pulse point, over the curve of
neck, and then trailing to the back of his shoulder blade.
“’S good,” Brad mumbled breathlessly, his voice heavy and
sated with sex. “I’m keeping you.”
“That works.” Gavin smiled. Wanting to hide from the
bubbling feelings of warmth and gratitude, he buried his face,
alowing Brad’s lips to drift over this nape while Gavin shamelessly
admitted, “I’m al yours.”
They weren’t elaborate words of undying love and devotion,
but the deep sense of contentment and companionship that settled
over them made Gavin feel like in some strange way that was
exactly what they were.
ChapterFive
“Jesus, who blew sunshine up your ass?”
Gavin bit his lip, fighting the threatening smile as he reached
for a chicken wing and shrugged. “I dunno what you’re talking
about.”
“Bulshit.” Charlie’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. A short,
stocky redhead with light eyes and an intense scowl, Charlie was
good at being intimidating. “You’ve been a wreck since the
shooting. Then I don’t hear from you for two days, and now you’re
smiling like you just won the fucking lottery. Spil it, Connoly.”
Gavin shifted uncomfortably as he avoided his partner’s
intense glare. The two of them had known each other for a long
time. Both Irish Catholic, both cops, they’d been friends before
they were partners because they understood each other. There
wasn’t much he didn’t tel Charlie, but this felt a little too personal.
He wanted to hold his budding relationship with Brad close to his
chest. A part of him was worried the real world would tarnish
something that felt wild and wonderful. He didn’t want to risk it
being poluted by others’ negative opinions.
“You’re meeting with the shrink in a few hours,” Charlie
warned him cautiously. “The shoot team cleared you. Al you need
is her clean bil of mental health to come back to work.”
“Are you insinuating I’m mentaly incompetent?”
“I’m saying it’s gonna look strange that a guy coming off a
shooting is as fucking pleased as you seem to be.” Charlie’s glare
was as intense as ever. “Realy, it’s noticeable.”
“Shit,” Gavin groaned, looking away. “It’s not a big deal, and
it’s not like I’m gonna be smiling like an idiot in the shrink’s office.”
“You sure about that?”
Rather than meet Charlie’s gaze, Gavin continued to glance
away. The wing restaurant was overflowing with women in tight
shirts and short shorts. Usualy he would have enjoyed the eye
candy; now al he could do was think of Brad and wish his long shift
would get over with. Despite two days of debauchery, Gavin ached
for more, and it was