CHAPTER TWO
He resembled a statue for a moment, and I figured I’d embarrassed him. Surprise and then comprehension skipped across his face. But he regained his composure quickly. “You’re gay?”
I nodded, studying his face for some sign of repulsion or judgment. I saw no real expression until he smiled. “I’m so relieved.”
Now it was my turn to be taken aback. “You are?”
He nodded, and his gaze settled on my mouth. “I’ve been trying all night not to stare at you, because damn, you are good at playing straight, my friend.”
My pulse accelerated at the intensity of his blue eyes. “It’s not a secret exactly, not in a small town like this. But I don’t advertise it either.”
“No one said a word.”
“I should warn you, your cop friends might rag on you even more now if they find out we went out for drinks.” I frowned at him, trying to understand his odd expression.
“They’re going to figure it all out soon enough anyway.”
“Figure what out?” I asked.
“Well, maybe they won’t. They’re not too quick, really. I mean, they’ve been trying to set me up with their sisters or their nieces or granddaughters the entire two months I’ve been here. I kept thinking eventually they would figure out that a guy with no friends in town can’t really be that busy on every single day off, now, can he?”
Realization began to dawn on me. “You mean….”
“And yet somehow I found time for you in my busy, busy schedule.” He grinned.
I laughed. “How did you brush them off without them guessing?”
“Suffice it to say my sister’s been very happy because I’ve been volunteering for a lot of babysitting.” He smirked.
“You didn’t suspect when I offered to buy you a drink?” I rested my head against the back of the smooth vinyl booth and watched him as he spoke.
“Not really. You cloaked it well with the whole welcoming-me-to-Bisbee thing.” He shrugged. “It seemed plausible you were just being friendly.”
“So you never suspected I might have the hots for you?” I winked at him exaggeratedly.
“Not really. Do you?” he asked softly. It seemed like he was holding his breath, waiting for my answer.
“I like you a lot.” I broke my gaze away and stared at the table. “I like you so much that when Scott called me tonight to say he was going to be passing through, I told him I had plans.”
His eyebrows shot up, and he flashed one of those bright white smiles. “You turned down a sure lay for drinks with a probable straight guy?”
“What can I say? I wanted to see you.”
He released an appreciative sigh. “That’s actually really flattering.”
“I’m quite the smooth talker.” I was a little embarrassed by my own honesty.
He leaned toward me, and his leg brushed mine. I felt a fling of arousal at his touch, and my breathing sped up. “What if I told you I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met?” he murmured.
I closed my eyes and swallowed nervously. “I would say you need to stop talking, or I won’t be able to stand up anytime soon without embarrassing myself.”
His chuckle was warm, and when I opened my eyes, his were a darker blue than usual. “Will you drive me home now, please?”
I was confused for a second. “Yes, sorry. Of course.”
“You do realize I mean your home, right?” He sounded unsure, as if I would possibly object.
“Oh God. Yes, please.” My rush of unguarded enthusiasm shocked me. But his face split into a big smile.
I paid the check and we made our way from the bar in silence. I was excited to take him home with me, but also uneasy. I hadn’t brought anyone to my house in a while. Scott and I usually hooked up at a motel when he was in town. But I liked the idea of Logan in my house. I wasn’t sure why it seemed so right.
We drove the short distance, arriving at my large craftsman-style home just as dusk was sinking in. Huge cottonwoods in the front yard obscured the warm golden glow cast by the streetlights. We made our way carefully up the dark brick path, which led to a short flight of stairs that joined the large porch. My hands were shaking a little as I slid the key into the lock.
We entered, and I flicked on the light in the entrance, pausing to hang our jackets on the coatrack near the door. I turned to Logan, and he was smiling as he looked around the living room area. “This is so much warmer and cozier than I expected.”
I frowned. “Did you think I’d have an operating table in the dining room?”
His smile was still firmly in place as he took in the cream-colored walls and original bookcases at the end of the room on either side of a small fireplace. He walked the length of the long mocha-colored sofa, running his slender hands along the top. “I just assumed it might be more sterile and that whatever books you had might be medical references.”
“This is my home, not my office.” I bridled. “I don’t treat patients here.”
He finally noticed I was displeased. “I live with my sister right now. You win no matter what.”
I couldn’t help but crack a smile at that. “True enough. So long as I win.”
He leaned against the back of the couch and stood with his arms crossed, facing me. The blue shirt he was wearing clung to his muscled arms, and his strong thighs were obvious under his jeans. He looked so good I was intimidated.
“Would you like a drink?” I could use one, and I hoped he could too.
“Sure.”
I went into the kitchen and grabbed two beers from the fridge. When I returned he was on the couch, looking at home. Warmth flooded through me at the sight of him sitting so happily. “You look peaceful,” I said, handing him his beer.
He nodded. “I like it. This house has a nice vibe.”
“Yes, I opted for vibe-a-licious instead of feng shui.” I plopped next to him on the sofa, every nerve in my body aware of him. “It was half the cost.”
“Funny, I wouldn’t think that cost was a factor. Didn’t we already establish all your financial needs have been met?”
I took a sip of beer and then nodded. “We did indeed.”
He set his beer down and turned to look at me, his eyes dark and glittery in the dim lighting. “But I believe you had other needs that you still wanted to be addressed?”
My dick was forming a tent inside my pants in response to the sound of his husky voice. He moved closer, eating up the space between us. Logan’s mouth was nice and masculine, and I licked my lips before I could stop myself. He didn’t mind; his smile was slow and sexy as he pressed in and covered mine. The kiss was long, moist, and tangy. I could taste the hops from the beer on his seeking tongue. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and sank my tongue farther into him. I needed air but I didn’t care, lost in the feel of his hot skin under my palms.
He pulled off of my mouth, gasping for air. “Should we take care of those needs down here or upstairs?”
I let go of his neck and brushed his bulging crotch hungrily with my hand. “I guess upstairs, or we’ll both be shopping for a new couch.”
We stood, and I pulled him after me up the stairs. He grabbed me around the waist, and I fell forward onto the carpeted stair, and he buried his face in the back of my neck. His warm breath tickled, and I let out a laughing screech as we stumbled up the stairs toward my bedroom.
We burst into my room, sliding across the wood floor before collapsing onto the soft black comforter covering my bed. Panting, we both stripped off our clothes, kicking them to the floor. My mouth watered at the sight of his hard cock curved against his defined abs. He pushed me back, lowering his body onto mine. Our erections smashed together and his knee pressed between my thighs, opening my legs wider. Our bodies molded into each other, flesh warm and soft. His hands cupped either side of my face, and his mouth devoured mine. I forced my hand down between our humping bodies and palmed his dick, the slick wet feel of precum smearing my fingers. He groaned against my mouth softly at the touch of my hand. It was exhilarating to have him on me, rubbing against me finally, his rigid cock seeking mine.
I ran my other hand up his back, fingers digging into his rippled muscles. He didn’t have a lot of hair on his chest, just a sleek silky blond line of fine hairs that traveled down to his crotch. He seemed different in bed. He led, and I willingly followed. His scorching kisses blazed a trail from my lips to my chest, and then he bent, and I gasped as his hot mouth engulfed my dick. To say the guy had good suction would have been doing him no justice, and I arched my hips, trying to accommodate his seeming desire to swallow me whole. His fingers played with my balls, stroking and rubbing, then slipped down to brush over my hole. I jumped at his touch, bumping my hips up and letting a low whine escape my lips. He sucked and teased my dick until I thought I was going to explode.
“Logan… wait….” I put a pleading hand on his head, and he pulled off of my cock with a slurp. “I’m gonna come,” I panted.
“Yeah, you are,” he purred. “But not just yet.”
I laughed and grabbed his dick, kneading it between my fingers roughly. “You need to catch up.”
His eyes slammed shut, and he pushed against my hand, lowering his head, groaning with pleasure. He moved up again and recaptured my mouth. He lifted his head, and looking into my eyes, he paused kissing me long enough to ask, “Do you have condoms and lube?”
A thrill shot through me at the need in his voice. “Nightstand, top drawer.”
He pulled away from me and grabbed them quickly. “I want to fuck you, Trace, okay?”
I hesitated and then nodded. But instead of just plowing ahead, he stopped. “What’s wrong?”
I felt stupid. “Nothing. I just don’t have…. I haven’t had great experiences at… that.” Jeez, I was lame. A thirty-year-old gay doctor afraid to take it up the ass.
But instead of mocking me or showing impatience, he stopped and kissed me, soft and long. He pressed his forehead against mine and peered sternly into my eyes. “I won’t hurt you.”
I bobbed my head in agreement, but my expression must have looked like I didn’t believe him. “Okay.”
“Trace, I promise you. I won’t hurt you.”
“I trust you.” I was a horrible actor, but he just grinned and rose up on his knees.
“Liar.”
“Like I said, I just haven’t had great experiences in the past.”
“We don’t have to do this. I can just bottom.” He sounded sincere, although I did detect a hint of disappointment.
“It’s not that I don’t want you inside me,” I muttered, my cock jerking with interest. “I’m just not a fan of pain.”
“Nor should you be.” He kissed me gently, his eyes warm and encouraging. “I can make this really good for you. I promise.”
I licked my lips nervously, but I nodded my head. “Okay.”
He squeezed a hefty amount of lube onto his fingers and then bent between my legs. He grasped my knees and pushed them open, one finger brushed my opening, and I held my breath waiting for the pain I knew had to come. One finger dipped into me slowly, just one gentle finger. It was so slick with lube it tingled as it entered, but it didn’t hurt. He circled it inside me, and I felt a nip of lust puff into my groin.
“Oh, fuck,” I wheezed. “That… that feels good.”
He chuckled. “Told you.”
Round and round he dipped that lovely finger deep, penetrating me with tiny strokes of pleasure. He grazed my prostate, and I jerked sharply, need spearing through me like a raging fire. He was watching me, his eyes hooded as I moaned and writhed on his finger.
“See, Trace, you like it. You’re going to love my dick in you.” He breathed against my skin, adding a second slippery finger. Instead of pain I felt desire fan through my dick as it slapped against my belly. A tremor rumbled through me with the stroke of his fingers inside me, and my dick responded to his pulsing finger by growing to its full potential.
“Oh, yeah. Shit. Just like that.” I rolled my hips. God, he had talent; he tickled and pinched and somehow managed to still not neglect my tingling balls. Had he taken classes? He was a master at finger fucking. If he hadn’t taken lessons, he should give them. I’d never felt anything this good in my life, especially not from fingers alone.
By the time he added a third wet finger, I think I was mewing. His insistent fingers fucked me while his warm lips nibbled on the soft skin of my thigh, slowing inching up to envelop the crown of my seeping dick. I’d never felt sensations like these. No one had ever taken the time to get me ready before they plundered my hole. A few guys had talked me into trying over the years. But if this was anything to go by, their technique had been sorely lacking. They’d just lubed up and slid in, leaving me raw and terrified to ever try again.
His fingers spread inside me, and I wriggled against his hand, shocked that I wanted—no, needed—him to shove his dick in me. I heard a soft chuckle from Logan, and he pulled his fingers out abruptly. I whined my disapproval loudly, and he whispered, “Can you turn over and get on all fours?”
I obliged, silently begging my sluggish muscles to cooperate. I glanced over my shoulder, watching him roll the condom down his engorged dick, then spread lube the length of it. “You don’t ever have to be afraid of this with me, Trace. You’re gonna beg me for it next time.”
Next time.
Oh yes, please let there be a next time. His thick tip bumped against my entrance, and instead of being afraid of the wanton need deep inside me, I lifted my rear so he could enter me easier. Crouched there with my ass raised as if offering a sacrifice to the gods, I was completely vulnerable. His firm hands pushed my cheeks apart, and the cold air hit me, and needy and aching for him, I arched my back even more, moaning, “Please, please, Logan.”
With a grunt he slid in halfway, and the pressure of him filling me made my ears ring. He paused, kissing my neck and checking that my sounds were pleasurable, and they were. Oh God, were they ever. He was thicker than anyone I’d ever let in me. But it didn’t hurt, because I wanted him so much. In fact, I sat back onto his wide cock and impaled myself deeper on his shaft.
He gasped as I slid onto his dick, only stopping when I smacked up to his balls. “You want me to fuck you, Trace?” His voice wobbled.
“Yeah. Fuck me. God, please, fuck me.”
At first he went easy on me; long, deep thrusts that had me moaning and begging for more. But as his cock grew inside me, his lust and need did too. With a growl he started thrusting—deep, hard, pounding pushes into my rear. If I thought it was good before, I hadn’t felt anything yet.
“So tight.” He sounded breathless. “So good.”
“Shit. I’m not gonna last.”
“Yeah, come for me.”
He began rocking his hips into me so forcefully, I almost lost it. The buzzing in my ass was wrenching through me, and I had to touch my cock, rubbing and stroking as he pumped into me from behind. I’d never been taken this thoroughly. He was everywhere inside me, and it was raw, gripping, and real. I fell into it, reveling in the pleasure of being completely and expertly fucked. My hand wrapped tight around my cock, squeezing and tugging as the ball of pleasure tapped at the root, building with every punch of his body against me.
We were breathing hard, both of us. His hands gripped my hips, digging into my flesh as he rolled his hips into me desperately. I was like a gun with the trigger pulled back, waiting until the pressure and the clenching of my hand fanned the need upward toward the tip of my dick. With a strangled cry, he came, and I felt the hot whoosh of it inside of me. His body quaked, and I moaned as warm, sticky streams of cum erupted from the tip of my cock. It hit my chin and chest in a hot spray, and I clutched the bedcovers, riding the waves that shook me. He was still pumping into me, thrusting through the ripples of orgasm that had him in its delicious fingers.
Logan collapsed onto my back, and since I was now apparently made of useless rubber, I went down against the mattress with him on top of me. He pulled out and grabbed me to him, cradling me against his strong chest, wrapping his arms around me as we lay spooned against each other. His hot breath swept across my ear. “Tell me you didn’t love that as much as I did.”
“I did. Maybe even more.” I pressed the back of my head into his shoulder and laughed softly as he nuzzled my neck.
“Good.”
Our breathing and the muted click of a clock somewhere in the room were the only sounds we heard as we lay wrapped around each other. I stroked the fine hair on his arms, so oddly satisfied to have him in my bed. The gentle in-and-out of his chest against my back was lulling, and I felt my eyelids dropping to my cheeks. I roused briefly as he adjusted his position to remove the condom, but then his strong arms closed round me again, and I gave in to the soft fingers of sleep that pulled at me.
Dishes being washed and a deep male voice humming downstairs woke me the next morning. I stayed put, enjoying the relaxed state of my heavy limbs. Then the memory of Logan kissing me and touching me made my pulse speed up, and I stretched my refreshed muscles and climbed out of bed. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning. I couldn’t wait to hurry downstairs so I didn’t miss anything.
After dressing quickly, I sprinted down the stairs. The smell of fresh coffee and nutmeg wafted as I entered the kitchen. Logan was standing in front of the sink, scrubbing a plate. His smile was bright and wide when he noticed me creeping up behind him. He spun around and grabbed me in a big hug. “Hah. No one sneaks up on me. I’m a big bad cop.”
I was so pleased there was no awkwardness about last night. He was relaxed and cheerful. He smelled like dish soap and cinnamon, and I inhaled deeply, holding him tight. “I smell coffee. Please tell me you didn’t drink it all.”
“There’s plenty. I hope you like it strong.” His voice rumbled against my ear pressed to his chest.
He released me, and I made a beeline toward the java. I filled the biggest mug I could get my hands on, then added some cream, and leaned against the counter near him.
“I made cinnamon toast. Would you like some?” He pointed toward the kitchen table, where a platter was piled with a stack of sugary brown toast.
“You cooked?” I grinned.
He nodded. “I slaved over the toaster and the butter dish.” He tucked a hand towel into his waistband. “I was going to make us a real breakfast, but all I found in your refrigerator was one chocolate yogurt and a jar of pickled pigs’ feet.”
“Pickled is the only way to go when you’re dealing with feet of any kind.”
One of his handsome brows rose. “Do you actually eat those, or did they walk in there on their own?”
“They were a gift. I’ve never been desperate enough to eat them.” I sipped my coffee and sighed. “Oh my God, this is good.”
“I added a secret ingredient.”
“Really? What?” I asked curiously.
“Coffee.” He grinned. “It makes all the difference.”
“You’re so perky in the morning. Are you always like this in the a.m.?” I had to admit even I had more pep in my step. He was a breath of fresh air.
“Great sex and amazing company helps.”
“Right? I feel like a new man,” I said.
He covered the distance between us, and I set my cup down, eager to feel his embrace. He held my chin and planted his warm mouth on mine. The kiss was long, sweet, and intimate. “I have to work tonight, or I would see if you wanted to get together.”
“When do you get off? I have tonight free, and I could wait up. I’m a bit of a night owl.” I captured his lips and melted against him when he gave a soft groan, our tongues tangling. He pressed his groin against me, and I could feel his erection mashing into mine.
“I don’t get off till two in the morning.” The corners of his mouth were turned down, and his lashes hid his gaze.
I slid my hand over his hardened crotch, feeling the outline of his dick through his pants. “That’s perfect. That’s the exact time I was going to go to bed tonight.” I pushed my tongue against the side of his mouth, and when he lifted his face, I wormed my way between his lips again. When I came up for air, I asked, “Will you come here after work?”
He nodded. “God, yes.”
I smiled as he stroked my hair out of my eyes. “I keep having this odd compulsion to say thank you.” I tugged at his collar, straightening the rumpled edge with my finger.
“Me too. What’s happening here? I feel giddy.”
“Remember how I was saying I was just okay?”
He nodded. “I remember.”
“I’m feeling much better today.” I wiggled my brows. “Almost like I’m human again.”
“Me too.” He buried his face in my shoulder. “It’s weird how much I like you.”
I sighed. “The analytical doctor side of me says there’s no way we can be into each other this fast.” I laughed sheepishly. “But I really like you too.”
“I hear you. The cop in me says the same thing.”
“And logic tells me it’s just sex. Really good sex, by the way.”
“Exceptionally good.”
“But I’ve had fuck buddies before. This feels different.” I stroked his stubbly cheek. “When you were sitting on my couch last night, it seemed so right.”
“And I really like your couch, and I am in the market for one.”
I elbowed him. “You’re one of those funny cops.”
“It was either the police academy or clown college, and the police academy seemed easier.” He bit back a smile. “I’m sorry. I make jokes when I’m nervous.”
“You’re nervous?” I studied his face. “Why? Am I being too serious?”
“No. I had a lot of time to think while you were sleeping this morning. I feel the same way you do. I agree with everything you’re saying. This just feels right. It’s so easy to be around you, it’s actually terrifying.”
“I concur. It is scary. But in a good way.”
“I’m excited to see where this goes.”
“Me too.” I hugged him, and he nuzzled my throat with his warm lips. I cupped his face. “Want to screw again, before you have to take off?”
He grinned. “Um… yeah. I think that would be awesome.”
“Excellent.” I hesitated. “I just want to ask you something before I take you upstairs and have my way with you.”
His eyes lit with excitement, and he leaned in close. “Yes?”
“Do you still feel giddy?” I whispered.
“Yes,” he answered softly, looking confused.
“Then giddy up them stairs, pardner, and strip.”
He winced. “Oh, that was bad. Oh, that one hurt,” he said, fighting a smile. “Really, painfully, painfully bad.”
“I know.” I grabbed his hand and headed for the stairs, grinning happily. “But don’t worry, there’s a doctor in the house.”
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