[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]
As a lieutenant on the city's elite SWAT team, I had a job I loved. I lived in a beautiful penthouse apartment overlooking the city park. And the love of my life spent every night in my arms. My life was pretty damn good.
Which was why I was not thrilled that someone was messing with it.
Someone should have told me I was the comic relief. I would have prepared better for it or at least remembered to wear underwear. Tonight was the one year anniversary of the night Sal and I met. It was special. I was going to propose. It would have been a whole lot easier to propose if the man I wanted to propose to was actually there. Tonight was supposed to be perfect.
Which was why I was not thrilled that someone was messing with it.
My life was pretty damn good. As a lieutenant on the city's elite Special Weapons and Tactics unit, I had a job I loved. I lived in a beautiful penthouse apartment overlooking the city park. And the love of my life spent every night in my arms.
If my life was good, the love of my life was perfect.
Lancaster Harris III—or Lany as I preferred to call him—was everything I had ever wanted in this life and the next. His sweet laugh and easy smile, the way he was always so happy to see me, even the lower lip that slid out when he went into a pout.
I found it all adorable.
From the moment I spotted him walking into a bar almost a year ago, I knew he was going to change my life forever, and I was right. I had never been happier or more satisfied.
Which was why I was not thrilled that my boss was fucking with it.
I glared holes in the man. "You seriously can't expect me not to say anything to Lany."
Police commissioner or not, the man was insane.
"Lt. Delvecchio, you need to understand the magnitude of this situation."
I turned to look at the man in the gray suit. He was just as crazy as my boss.
"Your...uh...partner"—The guy seemed really uncomfortable with that word—"can't know anything about this assignment."
"Then what in the hell do you expect me to tell him?" I snapped because the mere thought of hiding something from Lany made my stomach roll. "Sorry, honey, I won't be home for dinner tonight, but don't worry. It's nothing."
"That could work," the man insisted as he pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up his face.
I narrowed my eyes. "You were a detective before you went to work for IAD?"
I was having my doubts.
"I was," the man replied almost defensively, as if had to defend himself before. "I worked vice for three years and homicide for another four before going to work for the Internal Affairs Division."
Hooray for him.
"Are you married?"
The man's brow furrowed. "What—"
"Are. You. Married?"
The question was simple, had a yes or no answer.
"Yes." He still looked confused.
"Then you should know hiding anything from your partner is a very bad idea."
I liked it when Lany was happy with me. In fact, I preferred it that way. All sorts of wonderful things happened when there was a smile on Lany's face and a sparkle in his amber-green eyes.
And not all of them were sexual.
Yes, Lany was so incredibly beautiful that he made my teeth ache. I pretty much started thinking about ways to get him naked the moment I saw him every day. I couldn't even begin to count the number of nights we spent curled on the couch together, naked, cuddling.
It was actually one of my favorite weekend activities. I'd watch some sports game while Lany curled into me, reading away on his Kindle. Once the game was over, we'd watch movies together. Sometimes, we skipped the movies and just sat and talked until the desire that seemed to always burn between us ignited.
The one thing Lany and I had between us was honesty, and I wasn't about to jeopardize my relationship because they wanted me to go on some stupid undercover op. I cared too much for Lany to ever lie to him.
"Look, Lt." Inspector Owen Jones pulled at his tie. Sal could see beads of sweat on his upper lip. The nervousness on the guy was almost tangible. "We need you to do this. The department needs you to do this."
"Why me?" I crossed my arms over my chest as I regarded the two men trying to convince me to go on this mission. "I'm a cop. I've always been a cop. Whoever you are after is going to know that."
"We understand that, Lt. Delvecchio," Commissioner Jerrod Harris said. "That's why you're perfect for this operation."
I always found it interesting that Police Commissioner Harris was so professional at work, and such a laid back guy at home. The guy was not only my boss, he was Lany's uncle. Here, he called me Delvecchio or Lt. Delvecchio and expected me to address him as Commissioner Harris or sir. Away from work, he called me Sal and I called him Jerry.
We never mixed the two up.
"You've never hidden your relationship with my nephew," the man continued.
"Why would I?" I snapped, my anger coming quick. "Anyone lucky enough to have Lany in their lives would shout it from the rooftops.
I had been the lucky one to figure that out.
"You're the best, caro."
My cock grew hard as I stared up at Sal. He always had the effect on me. "I need, Sal."
Sal's grin was sensual and filled with so much lust, my breath caught in the back of my throat.
"On your hands and knees, caro."
I immediately turned over until I was on my hands and knees. I jerked, startled when I felt a wet finger begin to circle my tight ring of muscles. A groan slipped from my lips as Sal began to circle my sensitive skin once more. My entire body tingled with anticipation of what was to come.
The soul-deep passion was a feeling I had never experienced before until I met Sal. I hadn't even known it was possible until Sal showed me. Sex before him was meaningless and unsatisfying. Sex with Sal was everything.
"Does that feel good, Lany?" Sal asked as he inserted another finger and my body greedily sucked it in.
"Yes," I whimpered as I pushed back.
I heard a deep chuckle from behind me.
I liked that sound.
"Please!" I cried out when a third finger slid inside of me. It was the strangest feeling in the world, and the most wonderful all rolled into one.
I wanted more!
"You okay, Lany?"
"Y–Yes." I rocked back. I spread my legs a little further apart as my head dropped.
"Your body is so perfect, caro," Sal spoke quietly behind him. "I could get lost in it."
The bed moved slightly and then Sal's fingers were gone. I moaned in protest at the loss.
Sal chuckled and then soothed his hands over my back. "Breathe, Lany."
My eyes nearly crossed when Sal's cock had entered me, pushing past my tight ring of muscles, and then the man just kept going until he was fully seated inside of me. I loved the fact that we had given up condoms months ago. It felt so much better when I could feel all of Sal inside of me.
I panted and felt my arms shaking as the burn and pinch turned into the most glorious feeling. It crawled over my groin, ran up my arms, wrapped around my body, and made my head spin with such pleasure that I whimpered from the sheer magnitude threatening to take me under.
"I have you, Lany. Let it go."
I cried out, my body trembling as Sal wrapped his thick strong body around mine, blanketing me as his hips thrust and his cock made an explosion inside of my ass come to life. It felt too good, wonderful, fantastic, and I was coming apart at the seams already.
"Sal!" I cried out once more.
Sal's arm wrapped around my shoulders as he thrust inside my ass over and over again, holding me down, mastering me in every way possible as he took and gave. I had never had a lover like the one taking me, and I never wanted to lose the man.
"Come," Sal demanded as he bit into my shoulder.
Sal was thrusting inside of me, driving me crazy.
I shouted out my release. My body convulsed as I came all over the sheets beneath me. It felt as though years of pent-up orgasms were breaking free all at once. I wasn't falling over the edge. I had been violently shoved into the abyss below.
"Mine!" Sal growled.
My eyes fluttered open as Sal roared behind me, thrusting so hard that I had to dig my hands into the bedding to stop myself from falling forward. I felt Sal's cock throbbing inside of my ass, the warm seed bathing my insides.
My head spun, and my eyes closed as a warm and languid feeling entered me. I felt Sal move inside of me, as if his very soul was resting inside my chest. I whimpered.
Sal’s panted breath blew across my shoulder. His hands stroked up and down my sweaty skin, almost in reverence. He blew out a long breath and then wrapped his arms around my body, hugging me close.
"What time do you have to be at work?"