Embracing His Syn, page 13
Syn took Furi by the shoulders, turning him to face him. “Any shit comes up, you call me on my cell.” Syn handed Furi a card from his inside jacket pocket. “If you have any problems; and I mean any at all, you call me immediately. I’m going to have the beat officer for this area do regular drive-bys to check for activity. Especially since your door is broken now.” Syn glared in Doug’s direction.
Furi nodded his head. “Okay.”
“I mean it.”
Syn smiled and kissed Furi’s cheek like a perfect gentlemen. He leaned in and inhaled his hair one more time, whispering into it, causing Furi to quiver. “Call me later.”
Furi nodded again. “Sure thing, Sergeant.”
“Say it,” Syn growled, nipping at Furi’s ear.
“Yes Syn,” Furi said in a sexy whisper.
‘Jump and Hope the Parachute Opens’
It was six in the morning and Syn hadn’t had a moment's sleep. After being at the crime scene for most of the early morning, Syn, God, Day and Ronowski were in the Captain’s office rehashing the details of their most recent murder. Another male entertainer of Illustra had been drugged. Someone switched his own ecstasy with the laced stuff. His shoot had been cut short when he started to feel sick. The producer told him to go rest in one of the spare sets, but that never happened. Maxus Dillion was dragged out the back of the building and brutally beaten with a bat before his wrists were slit.
“This isn’t the same MO,” Syn reminded them. “Which confirms that we got the person who killed Starman and the other three vics. This victim wasn't shot but cut. That means there is someone else, most likely from BTNS, continuing in Lady Jay’s footsteps.”
“I think we should get a search warrant for Illustra. For all we know it could be the owner with the fucked-up ecstasy,” Ronowski suggested.
“Why the hell would he be helping to kill off his own entertainers? Dillion and Starman were a couple of his highest earners,” God argued from his perch on the corner of the Captain’s desk.
“He might not know the drugs are bad,” Day said.
God nodded and told Syn to get the warrant.
Syn instructed a couple of his men to pick up all the women who were at Illustra between six pm and midnight. He’d gotten those names from Doug before letting him leave the station.
Syn was now in the Magistrate’s office waiting for a signature on his warrant. His mind strayed back to Furious for the hundredth time. The feelings he was already having for the handsome man were beyond anything he’d ever felt, even for Rhodes. Syn held in a groan when he thought of burying his hands in Furi’s ultra-soft hair while he came down the man’s throat. He remembered his entire body tensing and spasming as his orgasm peaked, then feeling the highest high, floating down to earth from euphoria. Jesus, fuck. Syn twisted in the now-very-uncomfortable-chair. His dick was getting hard. Furious stirred an uncontrollable hunger in him. For a man. Syn was just realizing how much he’d neglected his basic desires while chasing his career, and he desired a man. Furi may have long gorgeous hair, but his firm features, and the delicious stubble on his chin did away with any trace of femininity. All those lickable tattoos made Syn want to get on his own knees and explore where every pattern led. He wanted to please and ravage Furious, but he also wanted to get to know him.
Syn debated if he needed to tell his Lieutenants that he was involved with one of Illustra’s entertainers; although Furi did say he was quitting. Syn loved a person with ambition and drive. Furi had removed himself from a bad situation with his husband and instead of letting it destroy him, he handled it with strength and worked hard to achieve something for himself. Syn could respect a man like that all day long. Furious was going to be a business owner.
Syn had to get this case solved, fast. When he took this job, he didn’t think he would have to deal with so many dead bodies.
Syn checked his watch again and huffed when he noticed he’d been waiting for forty-five minutes. The receptionist looked up from her persistent typing and gave him an apologetic smile. He got up and went out into the hall to call Furious. The beat officers had already called and told him there was no activity all night. Syn had released a sigh of relief at the call. He wouldn’t let Furious get hurt if he could help it. He made a mental note to ask the Magistrate for a favor to get a temporary restraining order for Furi’s husband.
His cell buzzed on his hip. Speaking of ..."Hey you,” Syn spoke softly into the phone, his voice already filled with lust from thinking about the man.
“Hey yourself. How’s everything going?” Furi’s deep, sexy voice was like melted butter over a hot, fresh baked roll. So perfect.
“It’s okay.” Syn released a soft breath.
“You sound tired, Syn.”
Syn’s chest constricted at the concern in Furi’s voice. Then of course, the sound of his name on the man’s lips made him feel like he was important to him. “Yeah. I’m a little tired, but it comes with the territory. Are you okay? Have you heard anything?”
“My lawyer said my ex called his office threatening his life. Not mine, necessarily. I guess he’s saving that for the grand finale.” Syn could hear the nervousness in Furi’s voice.
“I want you to get a restraining order. I’m not concerned with your lawyer’s usual procedure. I don’t want this guy anywhere near you.” Syn berated himself for using that authoritative tone. Did he really have a right to demand anything of Furi? He hardly knew him. They’d only fooled around a bit. What if Furi was trying to get his ex's attention by having him served? What if Furi wanted to give him another chance, see if the guy had changed?
“Hey you,” Furi threw back at him. “I can hear your mind turning from here.
“It’s nothing,” Syn huffed. You know what? Fuck it. “Are you busy tonight?”
“I’m working on my final but after that I’m free.” Furi’s voice dropped to a low bass when he asked, “Did you have something in mind, Syn?”
Syn looked down the hall to be sure no one was coming before adjusting his rising cock, groaning into the receiver.
“Mmm, very nice. I already know what’s on your mind. Good, cause it’s on mine too. Been thinking about your cock in my mouth all fuckin’ morning.”
“Furious,” Syn growled.
“I’m right here. Tell me what you want, Syn.”
Syn hesitated. Furious wasn’t messing with him. This was it, the real deal. Damn. Am I ready to fuck a man? Syn had watched gay porn, he knew the basics, but that’s all he knew. Syn had only fucked women, but so help him, he wanted nothing more than to fuck Furious until he yelled out in that deep voice.
“You’re making me wait too long, Syn. Are we on the same page or not?” Furious’ voice was firm and clipped, and it made Syn’s stomach drop and his cock rise.
“Yeah were on the same page,” he whispered.
“Good. Text me your address.”
Syn stood in the middle of the hall looking lost. His mouth was parted so he could take in a little extra oxygen. He felt like he was suffocating. He wanted Furious there with him right now. His long hair hanging down over his face, staring him in the eyes. Pressing their foreheads together while clutching his hips, forcing him to move. Dark eyes boring into–
“Syn!” Furi snapped, causing Syn to jump and almost drop his phone.
Syn cleared his throat, “Yes, I’m here.”
“Text me the address, now.”
“Sergeant Sydney, your warrant is ready,” came the voice from down the hall.
Syn looked back toward the Magistrate’s office and saw the petite secretary standing there, holding the warrant in her hand. Syn covered the receiver and thanked her.
“Furi, I’m texting you the address now.”
“Fine. I’ll be there at eight.” Furi paused and Syn listened to the silence. “And Syn.”
“Yeah.”
“Be ready.” Furi disconnected their call.
Syn yanked at the growth on top of his head. Fuck. Am I ready? Shit. I wasn’t ready with Rhodes, and he left.
‘Date Night’
Furious thought about asking Doug for a ride to Syn’s after meeting with the property manager about leasing their garage space, but decided to have him drop him off at the pub. Furi was in the best mood he’d been in in months. He was finally graduating from school, nine months of intense studying and training was at last going to pay off. He wasn’t going to have to work in someone else’s garage, making money for them. No, he would have his own, well; joint owned shop, fulfilling the promise he’d made to his father before he passed.
He also hadn’t heard a peep from his soon-to-be-ex-husband. Maybe Patrick would just sign the papers and let him get on with his life. Last, but certainly not least, he’d met someone that he felt he could have a decent relationship with. Furi knew that would take time, but he couldn’t ignore the way Syn looked at him, begged for him, caressed him. He especially couldn’t ignore that the man had a protective streak like nothing he’d ever seen. No one had ever stood up for him or tried to protect him like Syn, so he no longer feared that Syn would snap like Patrick had.
Furi jogged across the street from the pub after Doug’s headlights disappeared around the corner. He took the elevator to Syn’s floor, looking down at his clothes to make sure everything was perfect. He un-tucked his hair from behind his ears as the rest flowed down between his shoulders. He stopped at Syn’s apartment door and tapped a couple times. Furi had to admit his stomach was flip-flopping. He hadn’t been on a first date in years. But, more than that, he’d never dated a cop, he actually avoided them. Although Furi had never been in any criminal trouble, he’d always classified cops as homophobic assholes with badges that they thought gave them permission to serve an ass whipping if they felt like it. But he just knew Syn was different.
Furi’s last thought was cut off when Syn opened his door looking delicious in tight blue jeans and a simple white Polo shirt. A gold link chain hung around his neck, matching perfectly the square-cut diamond in his right ear lobe. Furi liked that the man was letting his hair grow out a bit. The dark length on the top was sticking up wherever it wanted, it was completely free of product and was just long enough to pull on. The salt-and-pepper edges were tapered close, and his goatee was trimmed in a thin, neat line. Furi loved that Syn had a little premature gray, making him look distinguished and sexy as fuck.
“Hey you,” Syn said with a slight smirk playing on his mouth, obviously liking the way Furi was taking all of him in.
“Hey yourself.” Furi couldn’t keep the grin from his face. Syn moved to let him in. As soon as Syn closed the door, Furi crowded him, walking Syn backward until his back was against the door. “Hey,” he whispered again inside Syn’s parted lips.
Furi took both of Syn’s hands, linked their fingers together, and pressed them against the door. “You smell good.” Furi’s lips ghosted against Syn’s cheek as he nudged the side of Syn’s face, making him turn slightly so he could bury his face in Syn’s neck. He felt Syn breathing faster while he pushed against him, seeking out pleasure a little lower. Syn hissed in his ear and Furi smiled.
“Damn, you’re so responsive. I love it.” Furi released their hands and Syn immediately brought his up and buried them in Furi’s long locks. “You like my hair a lot don’t you?”
Syn's groan was his answer as he rocked his hips some more.
“Answer me.” Furi nipped Syn’s chin before licking away the sting.
“Yes I do. It’s so soft and smells so good.” Syn’s voice was rough and deep, Furi felt its vibration against his neck. He put both his hands on Syn’s square jaw and chastely pressed his own lips to his. Syn’s lips looked firm, but were soft and sweet. The bottom was just a little plumper than the top, absolutely perfect for sucking. Furi rubbed his lips back and forth over Syn’s, teasing and playing to see what the man would do. He felt victorious when Syn grunted and leaned forward to deepen their connection. Furi pulled back slightly, making Syn chase him.
“Stop fucking teasing me,” Syn growled.
“I’m not. You want it. Take it.” Furi bit Syn just under his jaw.
Syn’s grip tightened in Furi’s hair as he held him still to claim his mouth. Furi opened and let his detective control the kiss … for now. Their tongues dueled almost violently, Furi matching Syn’s passion. He eased his hands down to Syn’s tight ass and squeezed him through the denim. Fuck. He slowly massaged those round globes until Syn was thrusting his ass back, clearly asking for more. Furi pulled out of the kiss, gulping in air as he dipped to lick and nibble on Syn’s chin. One hand kept massaging while his other hand traced the crease of Syn’s ass. The groans and cries coming from his big, strong cop had Furi’s dick growing even harder. “Goddamnit,” Furi hissed. “If we don’t stop, we won’t make it to dinner.”
“Huh,” Syn whispered as he continued nuzzling his face in Furi’s hair.
“Dinner. I’m starving.”
“Oh, I don’t know how to cook,” Syn said against his ear.
Furi’s laugh was husky. “Okay. How about we go out and grab a bite?” Furi let his hand dip down past Syn’s ass, nudging his balls a bit before tracing back up his seam again. “You have a preference?” Furi’s hand tightened on the back of Syn’s neck while his other hand continued its exploration. He brought his hand to the front and cupped Syn’s thick package, squeezing until he heard a strained grunt and felt Syn’s hips jolt forward. Furi smiled. “I asked you a question, Syn.”
“Huh?” Syn was sucking on Furi’s neck, making it difficult for him to concentrate, too.
Furi popped Syn on his ass before backing up. “Food.”
“Oh yeah, um, um. I can’t cook.” Furi smiled as Syn stumbled over his words, trying to get his breathing under control.
“You already said that,” Furi said, turning to look around Syn’s spacious but fairly empty apartment. There was a sectional sofa as well as a recliner in front of a massive television in the living room. There were no pictures or decorations anywhere. He saw an archway that led to a decent sized kitchen, but that looked pretty bare as well.
“I haven’t been here long,” Syn said, picking up on Furi’s thoughts. “I just ordered a couch, and I have a few pictures coming soon, and I have a new bed.”
Furi spun and watched Syn. He looked so goddamn edible standing there all timid and unsure. “A new bed, huh?”
Syn shrugged. “Just saying.”
“Well you’ll have to give me the whole tour when we get back from dinner.” Furi smiled. Syn nodded, and gathered his things off the shelf against the wall. Furi watched him clip on his badge and tuck a gun in the small of his back before pulling his shirt over it. “Do you always have to carry a gun?”
“No. I don’t have to. I feel naked without it though,” Syn said, grabbing a jacket out the closet.
“What kind of gun is that? It’s different from the one you had yesterday.”
“This is a Smith and Wesson 5906. It fits better back here if I’m not wearing my holster. I typically have my Glocks while working.”
“How many guns do you have?”
Syn stepped into Furi’s personal space, standing eye-to-eye with him. “I have enough.”
Furi snorted, opened the door and Syn locked up behind them. “Hey, how about some wings and beer?”
“Sounds good.”
“Cool. I know an awesome spot called Henry’s. They have the absolute best beer selections and the wings are great. They also have darts and pool.”
Furi stopped talking when he noticed Syn looking a little pale. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Uh, nothing.” They were in Syn’s old faithful truck and Furi sat silently watching the man next to him.
“We going or what?” Furi narrowed his eyes, staring at the side of Syn’s face. His jaw was clenched and his neck was flushed. What the hell?
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
“Okay.”
Syn thought he was going to be sick. It was just his goddamn luck that Furi would suggest the one place where half the department liked to hang out. Hell, even his Lieutenants frequented this place. It would be cruel to subject Furi to Day’s inappropriateness so soon. Syn wasn’t necessarily afraid of being with a man; he just wasn’t the type to make his personal life public. Or am I scared? Fuck. Syn didn’t think Furi would go for keeping them a secret. The man had made that quite clear when they were in the alley.
Syn gripped the steering wheel and willed his foot to press the accelerator. Maybe … just maybe, there wouldn’t be anyone familiar there. Syn drove under the speed limit and felt Furious’ probing eyes on the side of his face. He tried to smile and keep his jaw from showing his nervous tick.
Despite his efforts, they got there in what felt like record time. Furious got out and waited for Syn to slowly make his way toward the entrance.
“Are you sure everything is alright?” Furious asked, annoyed.
“I’m good. Really. Good. Perfect,” Syn said, mentally kicking himself for sounding like an idiot.
Furi took his hand in his and it took every ounce of Syn's willpower not to pull his hand back. Of course he’d be into PDA. Furious pulled open the door and walked in as if he hadn’t a care in the world. It was almost nine p.m. and the though it wasn’t packed, there were quite a few people there. Syn tried not to look around, keeping his eyes on the back of Furious’ head as he led them to a booth; thankfully located in the back of the bar, where it was a little bit darker. Syn made sure to sit so he was facing the door while Furi sat opposite of him.
Furi didn’t speak. He picked up one of the menus and started to look through it. “First time out with a man?”
Syn's head snapped his up from hiding behind his menu. “Uh. Yeah, but ya know.”
“No, I don’t know,” Furi answered quickly. “If you didn’t want to come out, why didn’t you just say so? You look like you're about to pull a disguise out of your coat. Or do you plan to just stay hidden behind your menu all fucking evening?”
