STORY EXCERPT

“Hunter,” a deep, rich voice answered on the third ring.

“Michael Hunter?” Kellen asked cautiously. “Detective Michael Hunter?”

“No title, but yeah, I’m Michael. Who is this?”

“My name is Kellen Ross. I don’t really know what’s going on, but an officer named O’Dell gave me your number and said you could help me.”

“Rayce gave you my number?”

“Well, I didn’t get his first name, but I guess so. Look, I’ve had a really shitty night. I’m tired, cold, and I’m scared. I don’t know why he told me to call you or how you can help me, but if you can, I’d really appreciate it.”

“What are you at the police station for?” He didn’t sound eager to jump in and play the white knight, but at least he was still talking.

“I witnessed a murder behind Club Infinity. Some officers brought me to the police station, and then these two idiot detectives pretended to interrogate me. After that, they just told me to go home.” Kellen took a deep breath to steady his nerves. “What if someone saw me? What if they know who I am? Is it really safe to go home?” His bottom lip trembled and his voice was quivering by the time he’d finished speaking. He couldn’t remember ever being so scared in his life.

“Kellen?”

“Yes?” he whispered back.

“Where exactly are you?”

“Across the street at the all-night convenience store. Officer O’Dell said I should go inside and wait once I’d finished talking to you.”

“Where is O’Dell?”

Kellen looked over his shoulder to find the man standing on the steps of the precinct, right where he said he’d be. He relayed the information to Michael.

“Hang up the phone and go back to the station. You stick to O’Dell like glue until I get there. Got it?”

He bobbed his head. Then realizing that Michael couldn’t see him, he said, “Yeah, I got it. He said I should stay here, though.”

“Kellen, go back to the police station,” Michael said, slow and coaxing. “I’m going to help you, but you have to trust me, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Will you be here soon?”

“Ten minutes tops. Now hang up and walk across the street. I’ll give you one minute. Tell O’Dell to expect a call.” Then the line went dead.

Kellen hung up the phone and strode back across the street as directed. He could read the frown on the officer’s face before he even made it to the steps. “Michael says to expect a call in one minute, and I should stick to you like glue until he gets here.”

“Then come with me. I’ll get you some coffee that’ll knock down a horse and put hair on your chest.”

“I’m a dancer, so no thanks,” Kellen said seriously.

O’Dell gave him a strange look as he held the door open. Then he shook his head and chuckled under his breath. “Not another one.”

“Another what?”

“I know someone—” The man cut himself off and waved a hand in front of his face. “It doesn’t matter. Have a seat over here by my desk. Do you have family or someone you need to call?”

Kellen shook his head. “No family. It’s just me.” It didn’t make him sad, nor did he feel sorry for himself. It was just a fact. So it confused him when the officer gave him a look full of concern. “I was never close to my parents, and I took off once I got the money saved up. It’s not a major loss.” He didn’t know why he was telling the guy this. Maybe it was so he wouldn’t have to see that look in his eyes anymore. It was a little too close to pity, and Kellen didn’t need anyone to feel sorry for him.

Before either of them could speak again, the phone rang, right on schedule. O’Dell hurried around his desk to answer it, and Kellen settled into the wooden chair, wondering what was going to happen to him next.

His thoughts strayed to the warm, sexy voice of Michael Hunter, and he shivered involuntarily. He had no business thinking about the man in any way but professionally. Hell, he didn’t even know what Michael looked like.

If his appearance in any way matched his voice, though, Kellen was in trouble.

ADULT EXCERPT

The tight suction around his finger sent an electric current racing through his body and straight to his straining cock as he imagined the glorious heat wrapped around his hard length. He started to ease his finger out of Kellen’s velvet-lined channel, but his lover rocked forward, doing the job for him, then slammed backward again.

Delivering an open-handed swat to Kellen’s ass, Michael growled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Do. Not. Move.” He emphasized each word with another smack to Kellen’s flesh, smirking when his little man went completely still other than the quivering of his muscles and the rapid rise and fall of his back as he panted for breath.

With Kellen finally cooperating, he was free to concentrate on stretching him at his own, leisurely pace. He pumped his digit in and out of the silky heat a few times in slow, languid glides before pulling all the way out and reentering with two. Controlled and deliberate, he twisted his wrist and spread his fingers slightly, awed by the sight of Kellen’s hole clenching around his fingers.

By the time he had three fingers sawing in and out of Kellen’s ass, his lover was writhing again, the sweetest moans and whimpers spilling from his mouth to permeate the air around them. Michael’s cock pulsed angrily, leaking copiously so that he could feel the wet stain spreading over the front of his jeans.

Needing relief before he caused permanent damage, he used his free hand to undo his pants, push them down around his hips, and free his engorged erection. Still pumping his fingers into Kellen’s hole, a little harder and faster than before, he snatched the lube off of the floorboard and turned the bottle up, generously coating his entire length.

Stroking his dick to spread the slick, he shuddered once and groaned, already so close to falling over the edge. He’d be damned if he’d fall alone, though. Gently extracting his fingers, he pushed Kellen’s shirt up to his shoulders and nibbled kisses along his spine until he was covering his lover’s back and his lips rested next to Kellen’s ear.

“Last chance to say no, baby.”

“Fuck me,” Kellen countered breathlessly, the strain evident in his voice.

“Why?” Michael asked, lining up the purple crown of his cock with Kellen’s entrance and teasing the muscles with minute nudges.

“I need you.”

“Why?” Michael asked again, flexing his hips so that only the crown popped through the guarding ring before pausing. “Tell me why this feels so right, why you need me so much.”

“I belong to you,” Kellen whispered almost like a prayer while every muscle in his body relaxed and he melted into the seat. “It’s right because we belong together, and I’ve always been yours.”

“Yes,” Michael hissed, surging forward until he was encased in the tightest, most perfect heat he’d ever felt. “This is right.” His hands settled on Kellen’s hips, gripping them firmly as he pulled back slowly and thrust home with more force. “You are mine.”

“Michael!” Kellen shouted, his inner walls clamping down on Michael’s cock until he thought his eyes would cross.

Sliding his hands down to cup Kellen’s pert ass, he parted the muscled cheeks and nearly swallowed his tongue as he watched his wet dick glisten in the moonlight and then disappear into Kellen’s ass. His lover’s hole stretched around the invading length, contracting and relaxing in waves that massaged Michael’s cock and pushed him closer and closer to orgasm.

Increasing his tempo, he thrust harder, driving into Kellen as though he could reach his soul if he could just get deep enough penetration. When the smaller man began inching across the seat with each forceful thrust, Michael grabbed the tops of his shoulders, pulling him back onto his cock with each hard snap of his hips.

His balls ached, his sac tightened, and a wildfire raged through him as his climax barreled down on him. “Come for me, Kell.”

“Wait!” Kellen’s head popped up from the seat, and he tried to crawl away.

Confused and disoriented, Michael let him go, gasping when his cock slid from its warm sheath. “What happened? Did I do something wrong?”

Kellen spun around in the seat and launched himself into Michael’s arms, twining around him like an octopus. “No,” he panted. “I just want to see you when you come.”

With a primitive growl, Michael stepped to the side, pinning Kellen against the back door of the SUV, and attacked his mouth like a wild beast. Maneuvering his elbows into the crook behind Kellen’s knees, he tilted the man’s ass upward, pleased when his dick needed no guidance to find Kellen’s slick, loosened pucker.

Without relinquishing his claim to Kellen’s lips, he pushed forward, plunging into Kellen’s welcoming depths until his balls brushed against his lover’s ass. So hot, so tight, he never wanted to leave. Another savage growl rumbled in his chest, and he slammed his hand against the top of the vehicle while his other arm remained securely around Kellen’s waist.

He hadn’t thought it could get better, but he’d been wrong. Being face-to-face with his man, breathing in his warm scent, feeling their tongues twist and duel was a hundred times better. Unable to stop himself, Michael’s control snapped, and he drove into Kellen in a hard, demanding pace that rocked the vehicle that held them up.

Wrenching his mouth away from Michael’s, Kellen threw his head back and cried out to the night sky. His hands slid under Michael’s shirt, his fingers clawing at Michael’s hips and lower back while the most erotic sounds issued from his kiss-swollen lips.

Dragging his shirt over his head to give Kellen’s roaming hands more room to play, he tossed it over his head, unconcerned with where it landed. It still wasn’t good enough, though. He needed more—more skin, more flesh, more Kellen.