Chapter Seven

 

“Slow down, Brady.” Ken’s voice had that edge he loved. Need and excitement. Desire. “You don’t want to get us pulled over.”

Brady smiled and glanced at Ken’s pants. He’d worn khaki for dinner and it did nothing to hide the damp spot from his arousal. His body was so fucking responsive. So ready to come.

Some day when he had more control, he’d see if he could make it happen twice in one go.

“I used to pull people over around here during my short career as an officer of the law,” he confessed. “It didn’t make me a lot of friends, but I know where the speed traps are.”

Ken laughed breathlessly his hands gripping either side of his seat. “I bet you scared the hell out of everyone. A giant unfolding out of his cop car. Sunglasses shielding your eyes. Looking so stern and badass.”

“You wouldn’t have been scared.” Ken wasn’t afraid of much.

“You’re right. I would have tried to flirt my way into another ticket so I could spend more time imagining you, me and handcuffs. I would have done something to make you frisk me.”

The idea didn’t make Brady cringe at all. It made him hard. Painfully hard. He glanced up at the freeway exit and hit his blinker, crossing two lanes to get onto the feeder.

“Brady, that’s not our exit.”

“I know.”

There was a place nearby. It must still be there.

Driving with one hand, Brady reached across Ken’s body with the other to open the glove compartment. He moved some papers out of the way and hit the jackpot—a flashlight. That would do.

“What’s going on? Is something wrong with the car?”

Brady turned onto the dark, vacant cul-de-sac and sighed in relief. Still here. He used to come here for lunch and to do paperwork. It had always been his place. He’d never told his brothers about it. The last thing he’d wanted was Solomon or James showing up in another squad car to chat. After so many years he couldn’t believe that nothing had changed. But he was damn glad it hadn’t at the moment.

He put the car in park, letting the engine idle. “Stay there, Tanaka. Don’t move.”

He got out and wished a little absently for a sedan as he walked around the car’s small hood. It didn’t matter. It would still work and he would still get what he wanted. What he had to have.

He turned on the flashlight and used it to tap on the window. “Excuse me, sir.”

Ken frowned and rolled down the window. “I didn’t hear a pop. Do we have a flat tire?”

Brady skimmed the light over his face, watching his pupils contract in reaction. Damn, the man had beautiful eyes. “I need you to step out of your vehicle, sir.”

Ken’s expression changed from concern to surprised pleasure the moment he realized Brady was playing a part. “Oh. Yes, Officer.”

The words got Brady hotter than he’d imagined. Harder. It made him wish he still had his uniform and everything that came with it. A few minutes ago all he’d wanted was to get inside Ken again. To race for the satisfaction he always found there. Now he wanted to draw it out. To please his lover. To give them both what they wanted.

Ken opened the door and climbed out, holding his arms out to his sides. “What seems to be the trouble?”

Brady pointed the flashlight in the direction he wanted Ken to go. “We’ll get to that in a minute. First I want you to face the car and put your hands on the hood. You look like the kind of guy that knows this drill, so don’t give me any lip. Just assume the position.”

Ken licked the lips in question, his steps steady and careful as he did as Brady asked. “I think you’ve pulled over the wrong man, Officer. I’m a law-abiding citizen. I’ve never been stopped or ticketed in my life.”

Brady moved until he was right behind him and put one hand on his hip, using his feet to nudge Ken’s farther apart. “That’s what they all say,” he said in a brusque, authoritative voice. “Sir, do you have anything on your person that you’d like to tell me about? Anything you’re concealing that could be construed as dangerous and/or illegal? This will go easier for you if you tell me now.”

Brady heard Ken’s breathing catch, saw the cheeks of his ass flex beneath the khaki fabric. “No sir, Officer. Nothing. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

“We’ll see about that.” Brady held the small flashlight in his mouth and started to frisk Ken. The first pass was by the book, patting down his legs, arms and waistline. He found Ken’s thin wallet with his identification in one pocket, pulled it out and tossed it on the hood. In the other, he found a small travel-sized bottle of lube.

He smiled around the metal. Leave it to Tanaka to be this prepared.

Taking the flashlight out of his mouth, he set it and the bottle on the hood beside Ken’s hands. “Look what I found without even trying. If I take a closer look, am I going to come across anything else? Something you don’t want me to see?”

“N-no. No, that’s all. I’m not hiding anything else.”

He bit back a moan when he pressed his erection against Ken’s back. He felt a shudder rack that lean frame and closed his eyes, counting. “I want to believe you, sir, but I wouldn’t be good at my job if I didn’t take my time and make sure.”

“Fuck,” Ken whispered, making Brady smile.

“Don’t move,” he ordered. “Keep your hands on the vehicle.”

“Yes, Officer.”

“If I had my cuffs I could make sure of it, but I’ll have to take your word.” God, he really wished he had those cuffs.

“My belt would work,” Ken offered weakly.

He didn’t like kink, Brady reminded himself even as he eyed the belt hungrily. He wasn’t into bondage. All he wanted was to drive Ken crazy before he fucked him. “Don’t give me ideas.”

He yanked Ken’s shirt up and lifted until it went over his head and down his arms. “Tattoos. You know what kind of man gets his back covered in tattoos?”

Ken shivered. “Someone who likes tattoos, sir?”

He yelped when Brady’s hand popped his ass. “Some people like tattoos, yes. But no one likes a smartass. I think a man with this much pretty ink on his back wants to spend a lot of time bent over by his lover.”

He leaned closer and kissed Ken’s shoulder tenderly, his touch at odds with his tone. “Do you like being bent over?”

“Yes,” Ken moaned. “Oh, yes.”

He reached around him and clumsily undid the narrow strip of fabric Ken had belted around his pants. He laid it down between Ken’s hands, away from him so he wouldn’t be tempted to use it. “Let’s take a look at what else you’re hiding without that in our way.”

He unbuttoned Ken’s pants, lowering the zipper before taking a step back and yanking the fabric roughly down his thighs. “What do we have here?”

The tightest, hottest ass I’ve ever seen, Brady groaned silently. No matter how many times he’d been inside it, it was never enough. “Lube and no underwear. No wonder you were in such a hurry. I was right. Someone was on his way to get lucky.”

“Yes,” Ken moaned. “I have a date. He’ll be worried if I don’t show up soon. If you’ll just give me a ticket…”

Fuck, he was playing his role just right. Brady’s adrenaline was through the roof, and he couldn’t take his eyes off Ken’s ass. He reached out and cupped it with his palm, caressing the firm cheeks. “You want a ticket? Well, I want to know what you’re hiding in here.”

His thumbs spread Ken’s ass cheeks apart, letting the night air hit that small ring of muscles that tempted him. “I bet your date knows, doesn’t he? What’s inside? I bet he gets himself off just thinking about it when you’re not around. Thinking about how tight you are. Thinking about how loud you scream, how sweetly you grip him when you come with his dick buried inside you.”

“Bra—Officer, please.”

Brady took a hand away from Ken’s ass and placed it between his shoulder blades. “I want you flat, hands stretched over your head.”

He gently pressed and Ken resisted. “Why?”

Brady growled, increasing the pressure until Ken obeyed. “Because I said so and you don’t want me to take you in.” He moved Ken until his ass was tilted up toward him, only the toes of his shoes touching the ground. “Because I’m not done searching this body and I’m nothing if not fucking thorough.”

He spread Ken’s cheeks wide and lowered his head, licking the seam of his lover’s ass before stiffening his tongue to push inside. Yes. Oh, yeah. He’d wanted to do this for days.

“Oh God.” Ken’s moan was muffled by Brady’s racing heart. “Your tongue… Fuck it’s good. Fuck…”

So good. He was tongue-fucking Ken’s ass like a man possessed. Starved. He’d bent his lover over against his car in a public place and he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t care. Anyone could see them. Anyone watching might think that Brady actually was a dirty, kinky cop who pulled sexy men over to have his way with them. To shove his tongue deep inside their tight asses and make them want more. Make them beg for his cock.

God, he was twisted, but the fantasy was too good. And Ken was loving it. All of it. And there was nothing he could imagine that wouldn’t turn him on as long as he was doing it with Tanaka.

Brady lifted his mouth and gasped for air. “I’ve got the right man, don’t I? I know you have what I’m looking for. What I want.”

Ken put his shaking hands behind his back, his fingers clasped together. “I won’t make it easy. I won’t tell you where it is. You can just keep looking until you find it. You’ll never take me in.”

Brady smiled with a clenched jaw as he reached for the lube. “The only place I’m taking you now is on the hood of this car. I’m going to go so deep I’ll know all your secrets. And there is nothing you can do about it.”

“Yes, Officer. You’re in charge. I can’t do anything to stop you.” Ken sounded desperate. Aroused. Jesus, he was so fucking sexy. 

“Damn right I’m in charge.” He undid his jeans and coated his cock with lube, dripping some between Ken’s cheeks. “And you have the right to scream your beautiful head off as I use this against you.”

Ken’s laugh turned into a howl of pleasure when Brady pushed the head of his shaft into that tight fucking hole. Oh hell yes. It had only been a few hours and it might as well have been weeks. He couldn’t live without it. Couldn’t last a day without that painful squeeze around his cock.

He felt sweat drip down his back and could have sworn it steamed off his skin in reaction to the charge building at the base of his spine. He rocked slowly, filling Ken one inch at a time. Showing him he was in control. He would set the pace, no matter how much it killed him.

“Please,” Ken whimpered, letting go of his other hand and reaching back to touch Brady’s hip. “So good. Need it… Please.”

Brady inhaled sharply as he caught sight of the belt halfway hidden by Ken’s body. Dragging it out from beneath damp flesh, he wrapped it around Ken’s wrists. “I think you need help following orders.”

Ken stilled beneath him, looking back over his shoulder while Brady made sure his wrists were secure and then held both ends of the belt in one hand. Brady was too turned on to decipher the expression in those wide golden eyes.

“Is that good?” he growled, only half in character.

Ken nodded swiftly, biting his lip.

“Good.” Brady bent his knees and slung his hips forcefully, filling Ken’s ass in one stroke. “So. Fucking. Good.”

He gripped Ken’s hip with his free hand, holding him steady for each powerful thrust. Take it, baby. Take all of me. Right here. Anywhere I want. Anytime. Tell me it’s mine. Your ass…your mouth. God, it’s so good I can’t stop. I never will. Never letting go.

Ken was crying out, muttering his name like a prayer, but Brady couldn’t stop. He looked down at his white-knuckled grip on the belt that held Ken’s wrists together, and when he saw his thick shaft impaling that greedy ass, he felt like a conqueror. Like a barbarian enjoying his spoils. It was heady, dangerously addictive, and he didn’t care.

Mine.

He lost track of time. They were both moaning and drenched in sweat and still he refused to go faster, not wanting it to end. Ken struggled against the belt, but Brady wouldn’t give in.

Don’t want to stop. So tight. Don’t want it to end.

“Brady,” Ken shouted. “Let me come.”

“Beg me,” he rasped.

“Please, Brady. I’m begging you to fuck me harder. Faster. I need that thick cock. I need to come. Please. I’ll do anything.”

This time it got through, a panicked thread in Ken’s voice that he understood. “You need it that bad? Then come for me, baby. Come with me.”

His hips picked up a swift, hard rhythm that had Ken shouting in relief and arousal. “Oh yeah. Harder. Don’t hold back. Fuck, I’m so close. Brady it’s too—”

Brady didn’t hold back. He couldn’t. His own needs had taken the wheel, racing toward the one destination he knew he needed. When the crash came it exploded around him and he shook with it, his whole body reeling as it spun him into oblivion.

Yes. Perfect.

I wanted this to last.

Ken’s cries sent Brady’s hand between his body and the car so he could feel the slick proof of his lover’s climax.

So responsive, he crooned silently. So good, baby.

After he recovered enough, Brady kissed Ken’s back and unwound his belt, helping him to stand. He turned him around and fell to his knees, pausing to clean Ken’s wet cock with his tongue. Ken shivered as Brady lingered over the thick head to savor the salty taste of his release. He was still shivering when Brady pulled up his pants and slipped his wallet back into his pocket.

“Are you taking care of me?” Ken asked softly, his lashes lowered over his eyes almost shyly.

“That depends. Do you like it?” Brady stood up and pulled him close, burying his face in the crook of Ken’s neck.

Ken leaned into him. “I think so. I’m not used to it, but I think so.”

Brady closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. They were one hell of a pair. “Let’s get you home.”

“That sounds good. Take me home, Officer. It’s the least you can do after that thorough cavity search. I’m not sure I could drive.”

Lifting his head, Brady smiled down at Ken before reaching for his shirt and slipping it back over his head. “I take my job seriously.”

He drove them back to the warehouse in silence. He knew every bend and curve and warp in the road, and Ken’s eyes were closed as if he’d fallen asleep, so he let his mind wander.

That was a little more than their usual round of rough sex.

A little?

Okay, it was a hell of a lot more than sex. Brady hadn’t felt like himself. He’d done things—tying Ken up with his own belt—that he would never think to do when he was clear-headed.

Maybe he was making too much of it. They’d both been impatient to get home and, on impulse, they’d given in to a harmless fantasy. Sexy cop and the traffic stop with a happy ending.

Only it hadn’t felt harmless.

Ken sensed it too. Brady had seen it in his eyes. Had he crossed some kind of invisible kink line? Should he apologize for going too far? For making the decision to pull over without asking first?

He seemed to recall Tasha talking about rules at the club. About being safe, sane and consensual. There were a lot of rules, but those were the easiest to remember. And they sounded normal enough. Everyone wanted that.

But he wasn’t sure that they’d been any of those in the last few days. He glanced over at Ken and revised his statement. Ken was all about being consensual, no matter what Brady did. He never turned him away and never turned him down. But one out of three still didn’t sound like that great a track record.

There was a part of him that wanted to apologize. Even wanted to be ashamed of himself—the way he’d been after he watched Ken shower. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

It was Ken. It was hot as hell, dirty as fuck, and it was Ken. His body was still recovering from how good it was and he’d be willing to do it again. Nothing with Ken Tanaka felt wrong.

If Brady was guilty of anything, it was of being wrong about what he did and didn’t find arousing. There was no way he could have known he had this in him. That he wasn’t as vanilla as everyone—including himself—believed. He didn’t know he had another flavor. No one had ever made him feel kinky. Well, kinky enough. But Ken did.

What about Ken’s kink?

Brady frowned. It hadn’t come up. So far everything had been about him, about what he wanted. Was Ken okay with that because he wasn’t expecting this to last? Or was he hoping for more give and take? He hadn’t said anything, hadn’t mentioned anything about it since their fight in the gym.

He needed to stop thinking about this. He didn’t want to waste a minute of tonight worrying about rope and kink and whether or not commitment was on Ken’s radar.

A lot depended on what happened tomorrow. If everything went according to plan, the day after would be for reunions and celebrations. And the day after that? If Ken gave him a chance, Brady promised himself he would tell him how he felt.

He wasn’t backing away again.