Protect and Serve

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ISBN: 978-1-937394-06-6

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Jake nursed his beer, swirling the contents in a circle

while  he  watched  the  group  on  the  other  side  of  the  bar.
This  place  was  a  favorite  hangout  for  both  cops  and
lawyers,  but  District  Attorney  Ross  Turner  didn’t  usually
grace  them  with  his  presence.  Too  uppity  for  that,  he’d
always  assumed.  Tonight  Ross  laughed  with  his  friends
looking carefree and easygoing. Never mind they’d just lost
a  very  important  case,  one  for  which  he’d  been  gathering
evidence  for  the  past  year  and  a  half.  Melman  Jones  had
been a medium-sized fish on a very big pond, and if they
had managed to make his drug charges stick, there was a
good chance they could use him to hook the big boys—the
guys behind the scenes pulling all the strings.

When another shout of laughter broke out, Jake gritted

his teeth and slammed his beer down on the table. He
scraped his chair back, but one his fellow officers grabbed
his arm. “Don’t do it, Jake. Just forget it,” Sam, an ex-
partner told him. “You win some; you lose some. That’s how
it goes. We’ll get his ass next time.”

Jake sneered. “Don’t you get it? He’ll disappear. We

won’t see Jones ever again, and someone new will take his
place. We’ll have to start over and gather new evidence.
You think the guys higher up won’t believe he rolled over on
them?” He stood. “No, it’s done, and it’s that asshole’s
fault.”

Once upon a time, he and Sam were lovers. Neither of

them were out of the closet, and that’s how they preferred it.
But their relationship hadn’t worked out, and Jake had been
the one to call it quits. He knew Sam had been hurt. They

remained friends, but when Jake looked in the man’s eyes,
he had the feeling Sam would come back with one signal
from Jake. That would never happen, and it was just one
more lump of stress to the ball in his stomach which was
probably creating an ulcer as he spoke.

With determination in his steps, he walked over to the

table of lawyers. All of them were in expensive suits and
ties—loosened because the long day of work was over, but
still they were spiffy. And all of them were smart, smarter
than Jake. He admitted that, and usually it didn’t bother him.

“You know you fucked up that case, don’t you?” he spat in

Ross Turner’s direction.

All heads turned, eyes on him. Turner’s dark brows rose.

Everything  about  him  was  dark—black  hair,  eyes,  even
black  suits.  They  called  him  the  Midnight  DA  behind  his
back.  Jake  thought  it  fit,  except  when  Ross  smiled.  Then
women were falling over themselves to do his bidding. His
assistants were half in love with him, and he even had a few
politicians  who  acted  like  they  couldn’t  make  a  move
without his approval. Still, Jake was pretty sure Ross was
an oxymoron—an honest lawyer.

“Excuse me?” Ross commented in his deep, rumbling

tone.

“We had him dead to rights on that drug charge,” Jake

said, irritated that he always noticed too much about the
straight counselor, “but you blew it when it came down to
getting the charges to stick.”

One of the men tried to step into Jake’s face. “Who the

fuck do you think you are?”

Ross pulled him back and took his place. “If you cops

would do your job right, we could do ours when we go to
court.”

“Is that right?” Jake stepped closer. They were almost

chest to chest.

“Yes, that’s right,” Ross continued. “Ever heard of

procedure? Like when the suspect asks for a lawyer, you
get him his lawyer.”

“I was trying to get a confession,” he pushed through

clenched teeth.

Ross’s eyes seemed to grow darker, and yet still

appeared calm, something that was always a challenge for
Jake. “And you got it,” he said with heavy sarcasm. “But
look how far it took you. He’s back on the streets.”

Jake raised a fist about to smash it into this arrogant

prick’s mouth, and from the look of it, Ross seemed more
than ready to take him on. Before they could clash
physically, two men came between them and pushed them
back. Jake discovered Sam standing in front of him with his
hands on his chest.

“Calm down, Jake,” Sam said. Jake shook his hands off

and retreated. He glared at Ross as he allowed his friends
to lead him to the exit. Jake did an about face and headed
to the bar. He slapped a few bills on the counter and
ordered another beer. Sam walked up and put a hand on
his shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry. I think—”

“Not, now,” Jake growled. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He

waited for his friend to get the message that he wanted to
be left alone, and at last Sam sighed in defeat. He nodded.

“Okay, Jake. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He joined the other cops in their section of the bar, and

Jake continued to down his beer. The other guys knew him
well enough that when he was in this kind of mood, they
should steer clear. He took his job seriously, and he didn’t
need that idiot pissing all over his hard work.

When he’d consumed six beers, he figured it was time to

go, and he paid his tab before stumbling for the door.

“Need a ride, Jake?” the bartender called. He didn’t

answer but waved a hand and headed out the door, the
jingling bell above making him want to put a bullet in it.

The cool night air cleared his head some, and he paused

on the sidewalk glancing up and down the street. Even
though he felt he could handle it, he didn’t make a habit of
drinking and driving. That night he had considered asking
Sam for a ride home, but that might have given him ideas.
Figuring he was in for a good long walk, Jake stuffed his
hands in his pockets and walked south on Curzon Street.

Wind and drizzle from a coming storm began to buffet

him, and he rethought his decision not to get a ride. Any of
those guys back there would have been glad to do it. The
problem was he didn’t want to go home. Since he’d broken
off things with Sam, he hadn’t been seeing anyone, and it
felt damn lonely. Aside from that he was sick of jerking
himself off.

The biggest issue of course was that it wasn’t easy

finding a man, not in this city. Guys on the force were just as
tight-lipped about their sexuality as those in the military. If
he wanted to find his life a living hell, then he’d come out.

And being a part of that whole uncovering of the small Al-
Qaeda cell last year didn’t help matters either. Along with a
few others, he was commended by the mayor, even
appeared on the news. He couldn’t just walk into a gay bar
or come on to any attractive man he saw.

Frustration made him pause at the corner and turn to

look back over his shoulder. Maybe he shouldn’t have
broken things off with Sam. At least they knew neither was
going to rat the other out. But Jake had ended it because
Sam’s feelings were getting warmer, and he knew he would
never fall for the guy like that. Hell, maybe he would never
fall in love.

A pair of dark eyes popped into his head, and he

grunted.

Okay, fine, I think he’s good-looking. So what? I

hate his guts.

While he was still arguing with himself about his

attraction to Ross, a horn sounded to his right, and he
glanced over to spot a newer model BMW. Jake
recognized it, and his frown deepened. What did he want?

The car stopped in front of him and the tinted window on

the passenger side rolled down. Jake gritted his teeth and
peered inside. Ross’s handsome face held a smirk. “Need
a ride?”

Fuck you

, was on the tip of Jake’s tongue, but he held it

back. The fact was, the temperature had dropped several
degrees since he’d been standing there, and the light
drizzle had picked up. He had a long way to go to get
home, and if he’d been fully sober when he left the bar, he
never would have attempted the walk.

never would have attempted the walk.

“Fine, thanks,” he said grudgingly, and climbed into the

vehicle. The minute he did and shut the door, Ross’s subtle
cologne and general male scent assaulted his nose. Jake
had to shift his position a little to hide his sudden hard-on.
He was glad for the dark interior of the car.

“So if I’m not mistaken, you live in DistrictHeights,

correct?” Ross said as he pulled away from the curb.

Jake grunted. “Everyone can’t afford to live on the ritzy

side of town like you.”

Ross’s lips tightened, but he said no more. Out of the

corner of his eye, Jake watched his hands on the steering
wheel. They were big and strong. Thick veins popped out
on the backs, and he wondered what those hands would
feel like wrapped around his cock. For that matter, he bet
Ross’s lips would feel good down there too.

Damn it, Jake, get your mind off of that. This is your

enemy.

He wasn’t really. For the most part the police and

the DA’s office worked together to bring down crime, but he
and Ross had never seen eye-to-eye on any of the city’s
problems. Their interactions, just like tonight at the bar, had
always been more argument than discussion. He couldn’t
help how this pompous ass set his temper off.

And I can’t help how bad I want to get in his pants. Fuck!

“I was thinking about what you said earlier,” Ross

commented.

Jake put his hand to the bridge of his nose and pinched.

“Don’t. I’m not in the mood to get into another argument with
you.”

“We don’t have to argue.”
“No, we don’t as long as I agree with you, right? I know

you have a lot of people in your pocket,” Jake snapped. “I
had to work hard to get where I am.”

“What are you accusing me of?” Ross’s dark eyes left the

road and the red light ahead, and he focused on Jake. A
flash of anger appeared in their depths, but just like always,
that was the only indication of his feeling. His handsome
face remained peaceful, and it pissed Jake off.

Jake sneered. “Just look at you. You get by on your

looks. Everybody’s bending over backward to please the
young, brilliant DA. Have you ever sweated for shit in your
life? I handed you Melman Jones, and you fucked it up.”

While Jake ranted, Ross had taken off at the green light,

but at Jake’s last words, the car swerved, and Ross
slammed on breaks. He threw the car in park and grabbed
a fistful of Jake’s jacket, taking him by surprise.

“Look, Detective Jake Matthews, if you don’t feel good

about yourself, that’s your own problem. Not mine. I don’t
have to be less just because you don’t feel worthy. Got it?”

Jake’s temper flared all the more. For the first time, he’d

set  the  ordered  DA  off,  and  he  welcomed  it.  When  he
grabbed  the  man’s  wrists  though,  he  expected  to  free
himself  of  the  hold  with  a  small  tug.  Ross’s  strength
shocked him.

“Get your hands off me,” he commanded.
Ross didn’t budge. They struggled, each trying to get the

upper hand. Ross pushed him back against the door, but
Jake doubled his efforts and shoved forward. Neither of

them wore seatbelts which wasn’t safe, but Jake was used
to not wearing one. Most of the cops who needed to bound
from their vehicles at the drop of a hat didn’t. Ross had no
such excuse.

They continued to scuffle back and forth, Jake trying to

both  break  Ross’s  hold  while  getting  a  strong  one  of  his
own. First he thumped against the door, and then he sent
Ross  against  his.  Several  times,  the  DA  got  the  better  of
him, and in the last instance, they were nose to nose. Once
more,  Jake  was  overwhelmed  with  Ross’s  scent,  which
teased  his  senses  until  his  cock  was  rock  solid,  and  his
head grew cloudy with desire.

They glared into each other’s eyes, but Jake’s was more

about how it irritated him to want this guy. He had to get
space between them before Ross felt how excited he was.
“It wouldn’t be the first time a DA was on the take.”

The reaction he expected wasn’t the one he got. Ross’s

eyes narrowed, and his hold tightened. Jake thought he
was preparing to punch him, and he readied himself to take
it since he didn’t think he could get a hand up to block in
time. What took him off guard was when instead of hitting
him, Ross covered Jake’s mouth with his. Jake reacted on
instinct. He parted his lips and kissed back. Their tongues
met at the tip and licked at each other. Before Jake knew
what he was doing, he leaned in closer and moaned as he
tasted the lips he’d been fantasizing about for a long time.

Alarm bells went off in his head, and he jerked his mouth

away and turned his head. “What the fuck do you think
you’re doing?” The fact that he panted between each word

was a dead giveaway to his feelings, and he tried to rein it
in.

Ross stared at him a moment and then let him go. He

dropped into his seat and pulled the car back onto the
road. “I was doing what you’ve wanted to do for a while.”

“Like hell I have! What you do in your private life doesn’t

concern me. What does is when you throw yourself on me
and—”

“Push my tongue into your mouth and moan?” Ross

finished.

Jake clamped his mouth shut. He’d been the one to do

that, push his tongue into Ross’s mouth, and he’d moaned.
He was an idiot, and now what would this do to his
reputation? How would the guys down at the precinct view
him? That’s what he got for lusting over the wrong man.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Ross’s hand rested on his thigh, and Jake froze. Okay,

the kiss could have been…well, he didn’t know what the
kiss could have meant on the counselor’s side of things, but
touching his thigh like this… His cock shifted in his pants,
but he knew it wasn’t visible on the dark street they passed
along.

“I’ve seen you watching me,” Ross said. At Jake’s

protest, he chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’ve picked up on it only
because  I’ve  been  watching  you.  Maybe  a  lot  longer  than
you’ve been looking my way. You had something going with
Sam  Melroy,  didn’t  you?  Okay,  you  don’t  have  to  answer
that. We’ve been at each other’s throats for years. I always
felt  that  underneath  it  all,  there  was  something  there.

Something we could check out if we dared. That’s why I
came back for you tonight.”

A feather could have blown Jake away he was at such a

loss for words. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
This couldn’t be true. Maybe Ross was getting back at him
for disrespecting him in front of his lawyer friends. If he’d
figured it out about Sam, maybe others had, and they were
out to make him look like a fool.

“I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing at, Turner,

but…”

Ross ran his thumb over Jake’s cock and stroked it to

the  point  that  Jake  felt  like  he  was  going  to  come  in  his
pants.  “I  pride  myself  on  not  being  wrong  once  I  make  an
assessment about a person. I’m not wrong about you. You
can  call  it  arrogance  and  thinking  I’m  better,  but  you  want
me.  It’s  clear  in  how  hard  your  dick  is  right  now.  Tell  me
again that I’m lying, and I won’t take you home to my bed.”

Jake swore for the millionth time. No man would touch

another man’s cock just to get back at him for being gay.
The  fact  was  he’d  been  so  busy  worrying  about  Ross
seeing  his  hard-on,  he  hadn’t  checked  the  DA’s  pants.
They’d stopped at another light, and this time, illumination
from  a  streetlight  shined  in  the  car. A  blind  man  couldn’t
miss the tent on the front of Ross’s slacks, and Jake found
his mouth watering to find out what he looked like naked.

“Okay,” Jake conceded. “Your place.”
Ross nodded and swung a one-eighty to speed across

town to his house. Jake had been right about the man living
among the upper crust in their society. Not that Jake didn’t

make  okay  money.  He’d  invested  well  over  the  years  and
saved a lot since he had no family to care for. He was an
only  child,  and  his  parents  lived  off  of  his  dad’s  pension
plus  his  own  investments.  Jake  considered  himself
comfortable middle class.

When they drew up to the gated community, he got a

good feel for how the other half lived. Before Ross became
the  DA,  he’d  had  a  successful  law  practice.  The  mini-
mansion  sized  houses  in  this  development  showed  he’d
done well for himself. Jake had never believed he was on
the take. He’d just wanted to piss Ross off. He was a good
judge of a man’s integrity, and Ross was good people. The
gay  part  was  a  whole  other  thing.  He’d  never  have
guessed.

Ross pressed a button overhead, and the garage door

opened.  They  slid  in  easily  in  the  midst  of  the  most
organized  space  Jake  had  ever  laid  eyes  on.  He
considered  his  small  shed  out  back  of  his  property.  That
was a study in chaos. The fact that Ross liked everything in
its place didn’t surprise him.

“Would you like a drink?” Ross offered once they were in

his living room. He looked at Jake and frowned. “Scratch
that. You’ve probably had enough.”

Jake stuffed his hands in his pockets. He was having a

hard  time  letting  go  of  the  animosity  he’d  been  hiding
behind  for  years  dealing  with  this  guy.  All  that  time,
somewhere  in  the  back  of  his  mind,  he’d  told  himself  he
couldn’t  have  him.  Not  that  he’d  ever  seen  Ross  flaunting
women  around,  but  he’d  figured  that  had  to  do  with  him

valuing his reputation. Jake knew in his line of work, he had
to be above reproach or find himself out of a job.

“Are we really doing this?” Jake asked.
Ross had poured himself a finger of scotch and downed

it in one swallow. He set the glass aside and walked toward
Jake. Out of habit, Jake spread his legs and took a firm
stance. The amusement in the other man’s gaze annoyed
him, but as soon as Ross laid strong fingers at his hips, he
forgot the anger. Desire took its place.

“If you really want to fight me,” Ross murmured against

his lips, “you can do it in bed.”

The noise of their hungry kisses permeated the air.

Jake’s cock strained in his pants. He caught his breath
when Ross began stroking it and then lowered the zipper.
They both looked down to watch as Ross opened the sides
of his slacks and reached inside his boxers. Jake couldn’t
help hoping Ross would be impressed with his size, and by
the low moan, he figured he was.

Ross kissed him once more and stepped back. “Come

on. Let’s take a shower first.”

Jake followed him up the stairs, their steps muffled in the

thick  carpet.  The  bedroom  lay  beyond  double  French
doors, and all the furniture was of the heavy kind probably
worth more than he could spend on one room. But his eyes
didn’t  linger  on  the  décor  once  Ross  slipped  his  shirt  off
facing  away  from  him.  A  tattoo  of  a  bird  with  its  wings
opened was inked just behind his right shoulder. The skin
was  smooth  and  tanned,  toned  all  the  way  down  to  the
curve  of  his  ass  as  he  slipped  out  of  his  pants  and

underwear.

For a minute, Jake stood frozen, waiting for Ross to turn

around. He had to know. Was his dick a mouthful or more
than  a  man  could  handle?  Jake  licked  his  lips  in
anticipation,  and  when  Ross  turned,  he  was  not
disappointed.  Thick  and  long,  Ross’s  cock  was  erect,
standing out from his body. The impressive piece stretched
almost  up  to  his  navel,  and  he  ran  a  proud  hand  over  it
while watching Jake with those dark eyes.

“Are you shy, or are you going to undress for me?” Ross

asked.

Jake glared at him. He shed his clothes quickly and

faced the DA head on. “I work hard to keep this body in
shape, so I have nothing to be ashamed of.” His cock
shifted under Ross’s scrutiny.

“No, you don’t,” he agreed.
Ross came over and kissed him, then took his hand.

Fingers  laced,  they  walked  into  the  bathroom.  Jake  didn’t
allow  his  thoughts  to  wander  regarding  the  lavishness  he
found  there.  He  focused  instead  on  Ross’s  ass  ahead  of
him. He reached out and smacked it. Ross didn’t seem to
mind.

Other than a few lingering kisses, they made short work

of showering. Jake had wanted to go at it in there, but Ross
seemed more intent on getting cleaned up. He didn’t argue.
The sooner he got his hands on the DA’s body, the better,
and if he wanted it in the bed, well they could do that. Jake
could convince him on round two or three to experiment a
little with where they did it.

Ross led him to the bed, and they stood beside it holding

each  other  and  kissing.  Their  cocks  touched,  both  erect,
and Jake stepped in closer. How he enjoyed a strong man
in  his  arms  and  the  feel  of  their  muscles  vying  for
dominance—almost  as  if  it  was  a  contest  of  wills.  He  ran
his hands up Ross’s back and pushed his fingers into the
midnight black hair. He used that position to force Ross’s
head closer so he could crush his mouth into his own. They
were  about  the  same  height,  but  Ross’s  shoulders  were
broader,  and  he  had  more  defined  muscle.  Jake  didn’t
quibble over it, because he had the thicker cock and bigger
thighs.

When they broke apart, both panting, Ross stroked his

ass and smiled—perfection of even white teeth that must
have been created with braces as a kid. Jake had one
molar that didn’t quite fit in its place and was crooked. Sam
had thought it gave him more character. Jake hadn’t cared
one way or another.

“Climb up, and I’ll get the condoms and lube,” Ross

offered.

Jake put a knee up on the tall bed but paused when he

saw that Ross opened a huge chest at the base of the bed.
He removed a smaller box and opened it. Mostly condoms
filled the interior, but there were also a couple bottles of
lubricant. Jake’s brow rose, and he smirked. “Is everything
in your house organized?”

Ross looked up in surprise. “What’s wrong with that?”
Jake recalled the half eaten bagel he’d changed his mind

about, sitting on the coffee table in his living room. He’d

meant to throw out the old newspapers from days ago too.
He shrugged.

He climbed up on the bed, and was still on his knees at

the edge when Ross moved up behind him. He stroked
Jake’s ass moaning and squeezed a cheek. “You’ve got a
nice ass.”

“Thanks.” Jake flipped over and scooted higher on the

bed. “So do you. In fact I can’t wait to get to it.”

Ross chuckled. Then his gaze lowered to Jake’s crotch.

The humor left his eyes, and he licked his lips. Jake’s cock
twitched.

“Can’t wait to get that in my mouth. You’re thicker than I

imagined.”

“You were thinking about my dick?” Jake teased.
“I’ve jerked off with it in mind a few times.” Not a hint of

shame appeared in Ross’s expression. He’d had no
problem with his attraction to Jake, which made him
wonder if Ross had been deliberately provoking him all this
time—just so Jake would get up in his face. He had no idea
how many times Jake had had to hold himself in check not
to bust the guy in the mouth.

“Then I’m glad you finally said something.”
Ross lowered his head and kissed the tip of Jake’s cock.

“I’m  glad  I  did  too.  This  night  is  going  to  be  everything  I’d
wanted and more.” His eyes held promise when he looked
up  at  Jake  and  then  opened  his  mouth  wide  to  suck  on
Jake’s cock head. Jake closed his eyes for a brief second,
but  then  he  watched  Ross’s  movements.  The  DA  was  no
virgin to sucking cock. That was for sure.

He laved Jake’s dick from one side to the other and then

took  it  deep  into  his  throat.  Jake  shuddered  at  the
sensations.  He  felt  ready  to  pop,  but  relaxed  to  enjoy
everything  that  Ross  gave  him.  Ross  was  slowly  pumping
his mouth up and down, and Jake stroked his cheek then
held  his  head.  He  raised  his  hips  to  get  every  bit  of  his
hard-on in that hot mouth.

“Oh yeah, that feels good,” he instructed.
Ross flicked his gaze up at him, and Jake was pretty

sure the other man didn’t like his tone of command. He
grinned at Ross and began pistoning his hips. Just
watching his cock disappear between Ross’s lips had him
flaming with desire.

When Ross released him, he could have shouted in

disappointment, but his sex partner climbed up the bed and
lay on his back. He held his hands out. “Come here so I can
suck some more. Lay face down with your leg up.”

If Jake didn’t want it so bad, he might have protested

Ross calling the shots, but he let it go for now. He did as he
was asked in shifting higher on the bed. Ross got him into
position, face down with his crotch positioned over Ross’s
head. He pulled up a knee and arched his hips. Ross
swallowed the first few inches of Jake’s cock. His head
spun it felt so good.

In essence, he was flat on the bed with his fingers

digging into the covers and fucking Ross’s mouth. He rose
up to his elbows so he could look down at his body. He
watched his cock slide between Ross’s lips each time he
brought his hips down. The man was good, so good at

sucking him hard and taking most of his dick. Jake closed
his eyes and just felt. The pleasure was unbelievable, and
he was going to come soon.

He lifted his knee a little higher and arched into the thrust.

The slick, wet sound he made every time he pushed into
Ross’s mouth mesmerized him and took him to a new level.
His cock ached, and his balls felt near to bursting.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he grunted between clenched

teeth.

At the last second, Jake stopped pumping and held still

while his come shot out into Ross’s mouth. He watched as
the other man drew on his shaft and drank down every
drop. When he was done, Jake rose up, but Ross held onto
his cock, sucking and laving like he loved the taste. Finally,
he’d licked away all evidence that Jake had climaxed, and
Jake moved down the bed.

He lay on top of Ross, and their lips met. They kissed

hungrily, their tongues intertwining. Jake wrapped his arms
around Ross’s neck, while the DA hugged his waist. Their
cocks rubbed together, and they didn’t come up for air for a
long time.

At last Ross broke the kiss and rested his lips against

Jake’s cheek while he panted. Jake ran his hand down
Ross’s side and squeezed his ass cheek. Jake would have
pushed his hand farther back, but Ross flipped him over so
he lay on his back and Ross was on top.

Jake frowned. “What are you doing?”
Ross smiled. “I said this is going to be the best night of

sex I’ve ever had, didn’t I?”

“Yeah and—” Ross fingered his hole, and he gasped.

“Hey, hold on. Ross, I thought…”

The DA covered his mouth in another kiss. Jake couldn’t

deny  he  could  get  drunk  off  them.  He  could  probably  kiss
Ross all night without sleep and be fine. Ross moved down
his  body  and  dropped  kisses  on  his  chest.  He  teased
Jake’s nipple with the tip of his tongue and then nipped the
taut  little  bud.  Jake  moaned.  He  held  the  back  of  Ross’s
head, liking the silkiness of his hair. The DA dropped a kiss
on his belly and then sat up. Jake decided he needed more
of  a  hint  about  the  way  the  night  of  sex  would  go.  He
opened his mouth to spell it out, but Ross did some kind of
move that would make any cop proud. Jake found himself
face down and Ross lying across his back.

“Hold on, counselor,” he demanded. He shifted up to

push Ross off, but Ross used his weight to push Jake back
down.

Ross sucked his earlobe. “You do the bottom now, and I’ll

let you fuck me in the ass later.”

“Why doesn’t that sound like a suggestion?” he

grumbled.

For an answer, Ross kissed one ass cheek and then the

other. Then he spread the two of them and tongued Jake’s
hole. Jake sucked in a breath. He couldn’t deny that it felt
good. Every touch from this man had him tight and
desperate for more.

“Once,” he conceded.
Ross sat up and took Jake’s hips with him. This was a

new position for Jake. He’d always been on top with Sam,

and the cop had no problem with it. Of course Jake had
had a man in his ass before—back when he was still
experimenting with what he was.

When he was scrawny and had more attitude than

muscle, he’d snuck a boy into his room without his parents
knowing.  They  hadn’t  been  friends,  but  Jake  had  noticed
how the guy watched him and how it made him hot under
that  stare.  Now  that  he  thought  about  it,  it  was  the  same
look in Ross’s eyes when he looked at him. When he was
eighteen,  that  guy  had  showed  him  how  much  he  loved
having  sex  with  boys  rather  than  girls. And  everything  up
until  that  moment  when  his  virginity  had  been  taken,  had
been amazing. He was hooked.

Getting it in the ass though had hurt—

a lot

. And his lover

wasn’t  gentle  in  the  least.  He’d  shoved  Jake  down  and
taken what he wanted. Jake had cried, but that was the last
and the only time he’d let a man inside of him. He’d been
the  one  on  top,  and  that  was  his  preference.  The  single
reason  he  gave  in  to  Ross  was  because  he  wanted  the
man  like  nobody’s  business.  The  fact  that  his  cock  was
already hard again was a testament to it.

“You’re a virgin back here?” Ross asked as he smoothed

lubricant on Jake’s hole and ringed it with the tip of his
finger.

Jake clenched his fingers in the sheets. “No, and you

don’t have to sound so condescending about it either.”

Ross chuckled. “I wasn’t.” He kissed Jake’s lower back.

“I just don’t want to hurt you. I mean you’re tough and all…”

“Shut up, and do it.”

He laughed again. But then he grew serious when he put

on a condom and began teasing Jake’s entrance but not
going too fast. “Relax. Don’t tense up so much or my cock
will hurt you.”

“You’re not as thick as I am,” Jake couldn’t help quipping.
“I hope you’re deep.”
Jake dropped his head and squeezed his eyes shut. He

couldn’t believe he was subjecting himself to this. But Ross
caressed his ass and ran a light hand over his back. He
worked one finger into Jake’s hole and another. Jake
nearly chewed his lip off. Not because it hurt, but because
he expected it to. The sensation was foreign yet not bad.

“If it hurts…” he threatened, thinking he’d get his gun and

shoot the prick. But the feeling was far from painful. Ross
finger-fucked  him  with  gentle  ease  like  an  expert.  He
worked  Jake’s  ass  until  he  could  get  four  digits  buried
inside  of  him,  and  still  he  pumped  in  and  out,  round  and
round.

Jake found himself arching his back and raising his ass

a little higher. He pushed against Ross’s hand just a little. A
cry of pleasure rose to his lips, but he bit it back.

“You like it,” Ross told him. “You like it a lot, but you’re

going to love it when my dick is in you.”

Jake glared over his shoulder at him, but he had to

admit, that powerful chest, flat abs, and earnest expression
appealed to him the way he was kneeling there. If he was
going to surrender to a man like this, the sexiest DA he
knew was the man to give it to him. Of course then he’d
give as much as he got later. Having the district attorney on

his lap, a man who women in their city had literally thrown
themselves at his feet for, couldn’t be passed up.

“Do it,” Jake encouraged him and tried his best to stay

relaxed.  He  dropped  his  chin  to  his  chest  upon  the  first
push,  and  then  his  breath  whooshed  from  his  lungs  when
the  tip  eased  past  his  barrier.  The  feeling  wasn’t  painful
exactly, just intense. He sucked in big gulps of air with every
advancement of Ross’s cock inside of him.

“Yeah, take it all. You can do it,” Ross murmured.
Jake gritted his teeth. He reached behind him and

grabbed hold of Ross’s thigh. He pulled, and the cock slid
deep. Jake collapsed on the bed. Embarrassed, he tried to
get up, but Ross had followed him down. They lay on their
sides, and Ross held him in a vice grip, tucking him
backward. Ross pushed all the way to the hilt of his cock
and then withdrew.

They were curved together, Ross spooning Jake. When

Jake’s anus was loosened enough, Ross picked up speed,
pumping his long cock deep inside of Jake. Each time he
came in, he bounced Jake on his cock and squeezed him
tight in his arms. Jake covered Ross’s arms with his hands
and just felt.

Ross held him with one hand and turned his head with

the other. Their lips locked in a greedy kiss. All the while,
Ross kept grinding his dick inside of Jake.

“Mm, I knew you’d feel this good,” Ross said. “I knew your

ass would be tight.”

Jake didn’t want to admit how much he liked Ross in him,

but he did. He arched more and pushed back so that he

could get all of the long shaft. He wanted to feel Ross’s
balls banging his ass, and getting enough wasn’t an option.

Jake focused on the invasion behind him, and his cock

twitched  for  action.  He  encircled  his  rigid  hard-on  in  his
palm and began stroking in tune with Ross’s thrusts. A howl
of pleasure broke free from his lips before he realized he
was  going  to  do  it.  Ross  covered  Jake’s  hand  and  made
him  squeeze  his  dick  hard  while  he  pummeled  his  ass.
Their faces were cheek to cheek.

“Kiss me,” Ross commanded.
Jake turned his head and pushed his tongue between his

lover’s lips, and as soon as they tonguing each other and
moaning, he reached his release. He shouted his pleasure
inside Ross’s mouth, and with a few more rough strokes,
Ross followed his lead. Jake shuddered before collapsing
once again.

“Now,” Ross said, hugging him tight and allowing his

cock to slide free. “Was that good or was it?”

“It was good,” Jake admitted, “and I think I want more of

that—

much

more.”

* * * *

“Jake, Jake!” Sam called out behind him. Jake paused.

He’d wanted to ignore Sam. He had work to do, and getting
a hold of Judge Galvin wasn’t easy to begin with. Catching
him free around this time of day was almost an
impossibility, but he’d come to the courthouse to give it a
try.

He turned and waited for Sam to catch up with him. The

tap of his shoes on the marble floors made little noise, yet it

irritated Jake. Sam was a beat cop, still in blues, even
though he’d taken the detective test a thousand times. Jake
didn’t hold it against him. He’d barely passed it himself on
the third try. But he knew work wasn’t what had Sam
chasing him down.

“Hey, I wanted to talk to you,” Sam said, slightly winded.

He stood too close. Jake scanned their surroundings and
took a step back.

“What about?” he said through stiff lips.
“Let’s have lunch.” Sam moved closer and laid the back

of his hand on Jake’s stomach.

Jake knocked the hand away. “Are you fucking crazy?”

he  bit  out.  “Don’t  do  that  here.”  He  looked  around  once
again, and his heart picked up a few beats at spotting Ross
strolling  along  speaking  with  the  judge  he’d  been  looking
for.  They  stopped  not  too  far  away,  and  Jake  had  a  hard
time turning his gaze away from Ross.

Over the past couple of days, Ross had been in his head

almost  every  second.  They’d  ended  their  night  together
without  making  any  promises  about  another  meeting.  For
all he knew it could have been a one night stand, and Ross
hadn’t  called.  But  then  neither  had  he.  When  he’d  been
interested in Sam, he had been the one to call. And Sam
had waited for it.

Even now, Jake felt a tightening in his crotch. He tried to

think of neutral subjects that wouldn’t have his pants tenting
in the middle of a hallway that was filled with only men at the
moment. The truth was he wanted Ross bad—

too

bad. The

intensity of how much he was drawn to the man was what

paralyzed him. His emotions hadn’t been threatened with
Sam, but Ross was a whole other ball game. There was no
way a man like Ross Turner would commit to anything long
term with another man. He just couldn’t see it happening,
and if he went after Ross, he’d end up like Sam was now.

Sam followed his line of vision and frowned. “Oh,

him

.”

He sneered in dislike. “I heard he had a problem come up
recently.”

Jake forced his attention back to Sam. “What do you

mean a problem?” Concern clenched his stomach, but he
worked to keep it out of his voice.

Sam shrugged. “Someone he put behind bars just got

released. The word is he’s looking for revenge, but he
hasn’t violated his parole, so nothing we can do. The pretty
boy DA is probably gathering his bodyguards as we speak
and trying to get Judge Galvin to use his influence to get the
guy thrown back in.”

Defense of Ross was on the tip of Jake’s tongue. He’d

thought the same thing not so long ago, that Ross used his
looks to get what he wanted. But talking to him, he knew the
man was intelligent and strong-willed. If he did use his looks
—and Jake didn’t consider him the pretty boy type—he
used every tool he had in his arsenal along with them. Jake
couldn’t blame him for that.

“What he does or doesn’t do is not my concern,” he said

instead. “I was looking for the judge.”

Jake considered what Sam had told him about the

danger Ross might be in. He peered over at the DA again.
The man could take care of himself. He didn’t need Jake

The man could take care of himself. He didn’t need Jake
interfering, and if he did have bodyguards, then all the
better.

Sam stepped in front of him and blocked his view of

Ross. “I want us to try again. The truth is I lo—”

“Don’t,” Jake snapped, and then regretted being so hard.

He searched his mind for the best way to let the guy down
easy. “I thought we agreed to just be friends. And anyway,
we never talked about this kind of thing at work. Anyone
could overhear.”

“That’s why I asked you to lunch. Come on, Jake. Just

give me a chance.”

He touched Jake’s arm, but he moved out of reach. Jake

glared at him. A fellow officer strolled by and nodded his
head, amusement in his eyes. “Typical Jake. Who’s pissed
you off today? Ah, Ross Turner. Figures.”

At the mention of his name, Ross looked around from his

conversation  with  the  judge,  and  his  dark  eyes  locked  on
Jake’s.  Jake  shifted  his  shoulders  to  loosen  some  of  the
tension  in  them.  He  spun  away  from  Sam  and  muttered,
“I’m sorry. Not interested,” and kept moving.

Jake decided his best bet was to drop off the paperwork

he needed to pass on to the judge to the man’s secretary
and be done with it. He had a pile of case files to review on
his desk, and they weren’t getting done with him hanging in
the courthouse halls. Besides that he needed to question a
couple of witnesses. If he didn’t get going, the day would be
gone, and he’d be clocking overtime for the seventh day in
a row. He enjoyed his job for the most part, but he needed
a break.

a break.

When he was heading back toward the elevator, a ding

from his phone caught his attention. He pulled it out from his
pocket and scanned the display. A text from Ross.
Anticipation gripped him. He flipped his phone open and
pressed the button to bring up the details.

“A reunion?”

Jake frowned, wondering what he meant. The two of

them or someone else. Then it hit him. Ross must have
noticed how much Sam hung onto him in the hall, and if he
had, others could have. He blew out a heavy breath
intending the first chance he got to make it clearer to Sam
not to be so open.

He considered Ross’s words. Had he been jealous? One

couldn’t tell shit from the simple question, and it pissed him
off not knowing. Did his text mean he was considering
calling but if Jake wasn’t available then he wouldn’t?

“Wow, if your eyes had laser beams…” came a feminine

comment to his right. Jake glanced up to meet the friendly
gaze of a woman familiar to him but that he didn’t know
personally. She scooted over closer to him even though the
elevator was empty except for the two of them. A light touch
of her elbow to his arm let him know she was flirting. “You’re
glaring at that phone pretty hard. Having a bad day?”

Jake was no stranger to women flirting. He could even

return the playful banter to cover his interests, but he was
more concerned about figuring out the right response to
Ross. With no ideas whatsoever, he simply typed,

“No.”

He chatted with the woman for the few minutes they

stopped  on  each  floor  and  let  others  on  the  elevator.  The
whole  time,  he  strained  his  ears  to  catch  the  ding  of  his
phone.  When  it  came  in,  he  ended  the  conversation  and
stepped into the lobby. He knew he’d let her down, but no
sense giving the woman false hope. Even if he didn’t have
a  man  in  his  bed,  he  didn’t  desire  to  substitute  with  a
woman.

“Tonight. Interested?”

Ross wrote.

“Yes. Same place?”

he responded.

“Yes, at 9.”

All the way over to Ross’s house that night, Jake

wondered if he’d been interested in seeing him again after
they had spotted each other in the hall. He didn’t appreciate
feeling insecure about the relationship, and it made him
grumpy. But if Ross asked, he’d play it cool. No reason to
give all the control to him, although it was clear Ross
wanted it.

Jake gripped the steering wheel and took the next turn at

too sharp an angle and too fast. He pressed his foot on the
break to lower his speed. Not that he expected to get a
ticket. Any policeman who didn’t know him on site would
run a check on his unmarked car and find out he was a cop.
They looked out for their own, but he didn’t flaunt the law.

Jake stopped outside the gate at Ross’s development

and buzzed to be let in. At the same time, his cell rang. He
dug it from his pocket and looked at the display. A sigh
escaped him when he saw that it was Sam. Was this how it
would be? Stalked by his ex-lover?

He pressed the button to silence the call and drove

forward when Ross buzzed him through. The garage door
opened at his approach, and he drove into the empty
space beside Ross’s Beamer. The door closed after him,
making him suspect that Ross watched from somewhere.
He stepped out of the car, his stomach muscles clenched.
The moment Ross opened the door leading into the house,
Jake’s cock grew tight and hard. No denying his attraction,
but he didn’t need to.

“Detective,” Ross rumbled in his controlled, deep tone.
“Counselor,” he replied.
Jake went to step by him, but Ross put an arm out to

block his path. Jake narrowed a gaze at the man, and then
he was in his embrace. Their lips met, tongues intertwined.
Jake’s cock strained at his pants, and he felt Ross’s doing
the same. He couldn’t help tangling his fingers in Ross’s
hair and groaning in his mouth just as he’d done that first
time.

They tilted their heads opposite and pressed tighter.

Ross backed him into a wall and stuck a knee between his
thighs.  Jake  had  to  fight  not  to  come  in  his  clothes.  Ross
ran his hands over his hips to squeeze his ass. He broke
the  kiss  to  trail  caresses  over  Jake’s  throat.  His  lingering
one  at  his  Adam’s  apple,  a  slight  pressure,  had  Jake
gasping  with  need.  This  man  knew  a  lot  more  about  sex
with a man than he’d shared so far. Jake was sure of it.

Ross met his lips in a final kiss and leaned back without

freeing him. “Did you eat?”

“No.”
“Then I’ll make you something.” He released Jake and

“Then I’ll make you something.” He released Jake and

walked farther into the house. Jake followed. The thought
that he was like a trained puppy came to mind, but he
dismissed it out of hand. No one tamed him.

“You cook?” he asked with too much gruffness in his

tone.

Ross seemed unperturbed. “Yes.”
Jake took a stool at the kitchen counter and watched

Ross prepare a quick meal. His long, strong fingers moved
with precision, and he put every ingredient back where he’d
gotten  it  when  he  was  done.  He  carried  on  light
conversation to which Jake listened to with half an ear. His
mind  was  busy  calculating  whether  he  should  discuss  the
parolee with Ross and whether he’d be pissed off if Jake
offered  his  help.  In  addition  to  that,  he  wanted  to  know
where they were headed, or even if he needed to consider
where the relationship was going this early in the game.

“You can ask me whatever you want.”
Jake started at the unexpected statement, which echoed

his thoughts. “What?”

“You looked like you had a question,” Ross clarified. “I

was saying you can ask whatever you want.”

Jake studied his face. The intensity of his feelings for this

man  surfaced  all  the  more  when  he  looked  into  his  eyes.
But  did  Ross  feel  the  same?  Was  it  about  physical
attraction?  A  warm  body  and  any  would  do?  He  cursed
under his breath. In his head, he sounded like a schoolgirl
with a crush, not a fucking hardnosed cop.

He slapped a hand on the counter as an alternative to

putting his fist through a wall and slid off the stool. “I think I

putting his fist through a wall and slid off the stool. “I think I
made a mistake in coming here. Last time was good, but I
have to be careful. I’m not ready to come out of the closet.
Probably never will be, and you’re high profile. Too risky.”

He had his hand on the door leading to the garage when

Ross caught up with him. He pressed close to Jake from
behind, reminding him of how it felt to have that long dick in
his ass. He didn’t deny, at least to himself, that he wanted
to feel it again.

Ross laid a hand over his and pressed closer. “Is that

what this is really about? My job?”

Jake closed his eyes and swallowed. He let his forehead

touch the door while he tried to compose himself. Ross ran
his nose along Jake’s neck and licked his earlobe. He
twisted his hips in a slow motion from side to side so that
Jake could feel what being this close had done to him.

“Because I think it’s about how bad you want it,” Ross

said. “No…it’s about how badly you want

. And you do

want me don’t you, detective? With my dick buried so deep
in your ass, it seems like we’re connected?”

He reached around in front of Jake with one hand, the

other seeming to hold him in place with a light touch. Ross
unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. When he
stroked his dick, Jake breathed heavily through his nose.
He licked his lips, and he still hadn’t opened his eyes.

“It’s about this,” Ross continued. “I can have this dick any

time I want, and as often as I want.”

“Like hell you can,” Jake roared. He reared back on

Ross, but the DA was no little punk on the street that Jake

might  rough  up  to  get  the  information  he  needed.  He
charged  at  him,  but  Ross  thumped  him  back  on  the  door
hard  enough  to  knock  the  wind  out  of  Jake’s  lungs.  Jake
could  use  a  little  extra  muscle,  but  he  stayed  in  Ross’s
forceful hold. “Fuck you, Ross,” he growled.

And the DA kissed him, long and deep. Jake brought his

hands  up  behind  him  and  gripped  the  backs  of  his
shoulders while Ross devoured his mouth. Jake grew dizzy
with  the  hunger  surging  up  inside  of  him.  By  the  time  his
lover  raised  his  head,  Jake  was  drunk  on  his  taste.  He
staggered a bit when Ross drew away.

“Suck my dick,” Ross commanded.
Jake stared at him. A million thoughts ran through his

mind. He was no clearer on the relationship and where he
stood with Ross. Like a statue, the man stood there, his
face serene but unreadable.

Jake dropped to his knees, unbuttoned Ross’s pants,

and lowered his zipper. He reached inside his boxers and
pulled his cock free. The long shaft was stiff and straight.
Jake fed it between his lips. He sucked hard on the head
and let it slide out before going back for more. Each time
he lowered his mouth, he took the dick deeper and deeper
into his throat. Ross stroked his hair, moaning. He began
rotating his hips as he pushed into Jake’s mouth.

“Yes, ah, yes, Jake, suck it,” Ross demanded. “Don’t

stop until I tell you.”

Ever defiant, Jake pulled Ross’s cock from between his

lips and began licking lower until he reached the man’s
balls. He sucked those and took one into his mouth and

then let it go to explore the other.

He heard Ross’s low chuckle, which surprised him, just

before Ross stepped out of reach. Then Jake knew how
much he enjoyed the taste of that big, long cock and how
even though Ross had told him to suck it and not stop, that
was exactly what Jake wanted too.

They stared each other in the eyes as Jake rose to his

feet. Ross’s eyebrow rose, and Jake began loosening his
belt and pants. He pushed them over his hips along with his
boxers. Ross broke their staring contest to glance down at
Jake’s swollen member. Jake’s feeling of superiority didn’t
last. They had a contest of wills, arms locked, biceps
contracted.

Jake found himself the loser once again facing the door

with his flat palms keeping him from ramming his face into
it. Ross gave him only a second to draw in a breath before
he buried his still wet cock into Jake’s ass. Jake cried out
and slammed a fist against the door. He went up to his toes
trying his best to get the position right that wouldn’t let it
hurt.

Ross fucked him hard, shoving deep without mercy. Jake

forgot  who  he  was.  He  cried  out  again  and  again,
submitting to Ross’s force and his skill. In his pocket, Jake
heard his cell phone ring, but he ignored it as their bodies
ground together. His knees bent, but he steeled himself to
stand  and  take  everything  Ross  gave  him.  His  lover
reached  around  him  and  grabbed  his  cock.  He  squeezed
the  tip.  Jake  clenched  his  jaw.  Still  his  moan  of  pain  and
pleasure eeked out between his lips.

And then he came. He orgasmed as if Ross demanded

it,  and  forced  that  out  of  him  too.  His  cock  throbbed  and
pumped  his  juices  into  Ross’s  waiting  palm.  The  DA
continued  to  thrust  into  his  ass.  Jake  could  no  longer
protest.  He  let  himself  be  taken  for  a  long  time  as  Ross
held off his own release. Not until Jake didn’t think he could
take  it  another  second  did  he  hear  Ross’s  grunt  and  then
felt the hot seed fill his ass.

Fuck! That bastard didn’t used

a condom!

Ross withdrew and left the kitchen. Hands shaking, Jake

pulled his pants up and followed at a slower pace. His ass
was raw, but he’d loved it. Since that incident in his past, no
man had ever dared take him so roughly. He’d been the
one to be on top. Maybe it was because of all that
aggression in him, needing some way to burn off. But Ross
had tossed it aside and done things his way.

They didn’t speak in the shower. Jake had nothing to say.

He processed what had happened and tried to think about
what he’d do going forward. When Ross kissed him and
touched him, he didn’t pull away, but the DA didn’t try to
take him in the back again nor offer his own ass.

Dinner was good to his surprise, and when they were

done and had cleaned up the kitchen, they walked hand-in-
hand to the bedroom where at some point Ross had turned
down the sheets.

“Five a.m.?” Ross asked.
Jake nodded. “Yeah, that’s early enough.” They climbed

in together, and he found himself curled against the other
man’s chest.

Security

. He hadn’t needed security in any

man’s chest.

Security

. He hadn’t needed security in any

man’s embrace. As a cop, he figured he offered it.

Remembering how his phone had rung earlier, he turned

from Ross’s arms to check his pants pocket. In the
darkness of the room, the display read clearly that Sam had
phoned three times.

Ross nabbed the phone and looked at it. Jake didn’t

have to see his face to know he frowned. “When you talk to
him next, let him know you’re taken!”

Jake settled against his chest and hid a smile. “About

that parolee…” he said.

Ross hesitated, and Jake expected him to say he’d

arranged for bodyguards or that the judge had agreed to
use his influence. Instead, Ross ran his hand down over
Jake’s side massaged one ass cheek.

“I’ve decided I have all the protection I need…in you.”
And in that instant, Jake knew Ross was as lost to his

need for him as much as he was for Ross. If not tonight,
then very soon, their feelings would develop into love…

The End