[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Alternative, Romantic Suspense, MM, HEA]
I was a member of the city's elite SWAT Team One. I ran into danger without hesitation. I faced bad guys, busted drug dealers, and rescued hostages. I was good at my job. I was not good at relationships. I'd been burned before, both as a man and as a police officer. The last thing I wanted to do was get involved with someone. So, why couldn't I stop thinking about the sexy doctor?
I'd always been drawn to Officer David Wu, but the man wouldn't give me the time of day, until one night he did, but his offer came with conditions. No strings attached. I agreed because I couldn't deny my need to experience one night of passion in his arms. When I woke alone the next morning, I realized he had meant every word. So, why can't I stop thinking about the handsome SWAT officer?
Keeping our distance from each other seems futile when someone comes after us. Between threats, car explosions, and a growing list of people out to get us, sticking together might be the only thing keeping us alive.
Stormy Glenn is a Siren-exclusive author.
"So, what seems to be the problem today?"
Dr. Seamore Jones glanced up from his clipboard. "David? What are you doing in here?"
I held up my arm so Skip could see the knife slash in my side. "Druggie bombed out of his skull took a swipe at me. I didn't jump out of the way fast enough."
Skip set the clipboard down on the counter and then went to the sink to wash his hands. He dried them really well and then pulled out a pair of plastic gloves before walking over to the side of the exam table.
"Can you lift your arm over your head?"
I did as the doctor suggested then sucked in a breath when Skip started probing the wound.
Skip glanced up. "My hands too cold?"
Let's go with that.
It had nothing to do with the fact that the man I'd been mooning over for the last couple of years was touching me. There was no way in hell I'd ever admit it. I didn't really do relationships, and Skip had commitment written all over him.
"Sorry about that. I'd blow on them, but then I'd have to wash them again and change my gloves."
I chuckled. "Yeah."
I tried not to react when Skip started touching my side again.
"Well," Skip said after a few moments, "I think we can get away with just a couple of stitches."
I let out a relieved breath when Skip stepped back. "Just a couple? Felt like that knife went a lot deeper."
"It's the location I suspect. You use those muscles pretty much every time you inhale. With them moving constantly, it's going to cause it to hurt every time you breathe. My suggestion is not to—"
Skip snorted. "Not to get stabbed."
"Yeah, I'll get right on that."
Skip chuckled as he shook his head. "Okay, I'm going to go get a tray ready. A nurse will be in a few minutes to numb you up."
I tilted my head. "Isn't that kind of like being stabbed?"
"It is, but if you piss Jean off, he'll make sure you need surgery and not just stitches."
That sounded lovely.
Skip chuckled again. "I'll be back soon."
"I'm not going anywhere." Specifically because my commander on the SWAT unit I served on, Lieutenant Salvador Delvecchio, threatened to suspend me if I didn't come in and get stitches.
He was right. I did need stitches. I had just been hoping that either Skip wouldn't be on duty or one of the other doctors would get my case.
That hadn't worked.
I did my very best to avoid Skip as much as possible, which wasn't that easy. My commander's husband was a mess and was always getting into one scrape of another. Lany had Skip on speed dial. Everyone who knew him did. It was safer that way.
He was a good guy from everything I learned about him over the last couple of years, and it was a lot. I was always listening to any tidbit I could get about the handsome doctor, which was really kind of stupid on my part since I never planned to do anything about my crush on him.
Getting romantically involved with someone just wasn't something I was willing to do. I'd been horribly burned once before and I refused to be betrayed like that again. That meant a lot of backroom hookups, but it was better than having my heart broken again.
I glanced up when the door opened and then smiled at the nurse coming in. "You must be Jean."
The nurse gave me a confused look. "I am."
"Skip told me you were coming in to numb me up."
"Oh, Dr. Jones."
"You know the doctor well?"
"I've known him a couple of years. My boss's husband has him on speed dial."
The guy squinted at me. "You mean Lany Delvecchio?"
I laughed. "I see you've heard of him."
"Everyone in the emergency room has heard of him."
I was not surprised.
"His husband must have nerves of steel."
"Yeah, pretty much," I replied. "It's why he makes such a good SWAT commander." Going to work every day was child's play compared to all the messes Lany got into. It was like going on vacation every day from nine to five.
"Dr. Jones said you're going to need a couple of stitches."
"Yeah." I lifted my arm and showed the nurse the gash in my side. "I forgot to duck when a druggie took a swipe at me."
Jean walked over and washed his hands, dried them, and then pulled on a new set of gloves. "Well, the doctor will have you stitched up and out of here in no time."
"That would be great. I still have a report to file on the stabbing."
I hated paperwork.
Jean took the syringe he'd brought in with him and leaned toward me. I winced and stiffened when he stuck the needle in my side. I didn't care who you were. That shit hurt.
"A druggie with a knife you said?"
"Yep. Fucker was stoned out of his gourd." It had taken three of us in full tactical gear to take him down, but I wasn't going to share that bit of information. That was job intel, and not for public knowledge.
"Well, Dr. Jones should be able to get you all fixed up and you can go get your paperwork done, and then I'd suggest you take it easy for the rest of the night."
That was the plan.
I wouldn't say the longer I was around Skip, the more I wanted him because I wanted him all the time. But the more time I was around him, the more my inner wanton lust seemed to make more sense and my resistance to the handsome doctor weakened.
I did not need the headache that came with getting involved with someone like Skip. I had enough things on my plate right now. Anything happening between the two of us would only lead to heartache, for me and for him.
Best just to avoid it.
"Take your clothes off, Officer."
David shot me a sexy grin and started undressing. "As the doctor ordered."
I'm pretty sure my tongue started hanging out about the time he whipped his shirt off over his head and I was drooling by the time he dropped his pants.
Damn, he looked better naked than I had ever fantasized about. I was right in my belief that he was covered in thick roping muscles, but it was actually a very good look on him. He wasn't overly muscles, but it was clear that he worked out regularly.
As soon as he was naked, David grabbed my towel and ripped it off. For a split second, I considered covering myself, but he grabbed me before I could and tossed me onto the bed, coming down over the top of me.
David stroked a hand down my chest to one of my nipples. I groaned when he tweaked that nipple, tugging at it. "Relax, Skip. You are going to love this."
I panted softly as I stared up at David, afraid to admit that I loved what he was doing to me. I wasn't used to this level of aggressiveness in the men I dated or slept with.
It was a hell of a turn on.
"More!" I demanded.
David paused and stared down at me.
I felt my face flush. "Please?"
"Don't demand with me, Skip. I'm the one in charge here."
I nodded quickly.
The man really hated being told to do something, or even made to do it. He seemed a lot more easy going when I took the time to ask for permission first. It was probably what made him such a good SWAT officer.
David caressed the side of my' face down to my throat. He suddenly grinned as his hand closed over my throat enough to make me tilt my head back before leaning down to take my lips with a fierceness that stunned me. There was so much hunger and need in David's kiss that I couldn't do anything but answer it. I opened my mouth and allowed David inside to explore and conquer, giving up all control to the sexy man.
I groaned when I felt David's full weight settle on me and the man's hands slide up my arms until our hands met. I curled my fingers in, locking them together with David's. I groaned into David's mouth as the man pushed my hands down into the mattress, pinning me down from head to toe.
"Fuck, baby," David growled savagely, nipping at my lips. "You taste so sweet. You feel even better. I just knew you would."
David's words washed over me like a fresh summer rain, renewing me and filling me with so much emotion that I was drowning in it. I relished in the heat that ignited inside of me and began burning just for the man above me.
I laid there as both of my hands were grabbed by one of David's and held in place. David's other hand moved down my body to the apex of my thighs. David's hand lightly skimmed over my hard cock and balls, drawing a deep groan of need from me, before he moved down between my ass cheeks.
David suddenly lifted his head, snapping it back and forth as he searched for something. I smiled, knowing exactly what David was looking for. "Lube is under the pillow, David. Condoms are in the nightstand."
David's head snapped back down to me. He stared for a moment before reaching into the nightstand for a condom and then under the pillow, coming back with a bottle of lube. He held them both up and then cocked an eyebrow.
I felt my face fill with heat as David stared down at me. I shrugged. "I needed something when I fantasized about you."
"You fantasized about me?" David asked, sounding like he was thrilled by the idea.
"Since the very first time I saw you," I admitted truthfully.
David grinned and flicked the cap open. He seemed to be having a problem getting any slick on his fingers because he refused to release my hands. Finally, he leaned down and squirted some between my ass cheeks.
I hissed at the cold, which seemed to amuse David as he chuckled, closed the lid, and tossed the tube of lube onto the bed next to my head. "Don't lose that."
I shook my head.
I stiffened and shook when David's fingers stroked over my tight hole, spreading the lube around. I wasn't sure anything had ever felt so good before. "Damn, Skip, you're so fucking tight."
"It's...it's been awhile," I said as David's finger pushed into me.
David stilled. "'How long's awhile?"
I bit my lip for a moment before admitting, "A couple of years."
"Why?" David asked. "You're a handsome man. Why haven't you been with anyone in two years?"
I shrugged even as my face flushed. "There wasn't anyone I was interested in."
David's eyebrow lifted. "Not even Jean?"
"No." I snorted. "I don't date people I work with."
I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't the satisfied grin that spread across David's lips. Before I could delve deeper into that grin, one of David's slick fingers breached my ass. I groaned and dug my head into the pillow behind me. I spread my legs as far apart as they would go and pushed against the finger thrusting into me.
"David!" I wailed in desperation. I felt as if my entire body was coming alive for the very first time. Every nerve ending was igniting, every synapses was flickering to life. I could feel the pleasure David's finger brought me in every inch of my body.
"You like that, don't you, baby?"
"Yesss," I hissed.
When a second finger pushed further into my ass and started wiggling around, I started panting. I felt full, fuller than I'd ever been before. It was as if David knew just where to touch me, how much pressure to use, and just how fast to move to bring me the utmost pleasure.
"Just wait until I get my cock into this tight little ass, Skip."
"Yes!" I nodded rapidly.
"You love it, don't you?" David asked. "You're already thinking about it, aren't you? Wondering how thick my cock is? How it will fill you up? How it will split your ass and touch every inch of you inside?"
Oh, David was out to kill me.