“You sore, baby?” Hart rumbled against his lips, already lowering his sweat pants, his dick springing out and slapping his stomach.

  “No. But, wait.” Free got up quickly and jogged to the bedroom. He came back and held up the new bottle of lube, “Gotta have this, though.”

  Instead of climbing on from the front, he turned around and sat on Hart’s lap, reverse-style. His boyfriend had said that was what he’d missed the most in life. Positions. All positions. Free loved fulfilling those wishes. Hart reclined the chair until they were almost lying down.

  “Oh God, what are you doing to me?” Hart groaned when Free slicked him good, and eased down on top of him. “Oh, shit.”

  “Yeah,” Free groaned, feeling full. He began a slow grind, keeping his cheeks pressed close to Hart’s groin. He loved the way the wispy hairs tickled his ass and the sensitive places at the base of his spine. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride, love.”

  Free planted his heels so he could have more leverage. He swiveled and rotated his hips until Hart’s thick cock bumped that spot inside that made him want to scream. The spot that made his body string tight and his muscles spasm…Hart knew how to find that spot and work it well. His ass clenched almost violently when Hart met his downward thrust.

  “Oh fuck.” Free rested the back of his head in the crease of Hart’s shoulder, his body going limp. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, pinning him close, which was perfect for him. He always wanted to be connected, never wanted to be apart. Hart rubbed his chest, all while keeping with that torturously easy pace, nailing his spot on each stroke.

  “Damn, baby,” Hart growled, biting at Free’s chin, “I’m gonna come.”

  Free wanted them to last longer, but it was always useless. They constantly lost themselves to the pleasure. Free gripped his swollen dick and started jerking in time with Hart’s plunges. His balls pulled up snug to his body, and he knew he was done. He whined at how good it felt writhing on top of Hart. “You feel s’good. Want you to come inside me.”

  “Love it when you talk to me like that,” Hart grunted, his rhythm turning choppy.

  Hart pinched Free’s tight nipples, squeezing and twisting them until he cried out and shot all over his stomach. Hart kept fucking him, pushing deep inside until he dug his fingers into his pelvis, yanked Free down onto his dick and let loose an agonizing groan between Free’s shoulder blades as he stilled and filled him like no one ever had.

  They lay there for a moment panting and smiling against each other’s cheeks. After a while Hart’s softening cock slipped out of him but he still didn’t want to move. “Can I take a nap right here?”

  “You can do anything you want,” Hart purred, already sounding like he was dozing.

  Free’s eyelids were heavy, so was his body. He didn’t know how long they’d been asleep but pleasure was still buzzing through him when he heard banging. He squirmed to get into a more comfortable position on top of Hart, wanting the noise to stop. He jolted at the sound of incessant pounding on the front door.

  “Who the hell is that?” Free murmured, trying to fully wake up.

  “It’s definitely God,” Hart croaked. “And I’m definitely in need of water.”

  “Ugh.” Free worked his way out of the chair, feeling every sexy ache down to his feet. “I’ll get it.” He pulled his shorts up and penguin-walked across the room.

  He squinted from the shock of sunlight when he opened the door. God stood there, tall and impressive. If Free hadn’t been so in love, he would’ve said that God was bad-boy-hot in his torn jeans, expensive sneakers and plain white tee. His long hair was full and soft-looking today, as if he’d just come from the salon. His gold lieutenant’s badge was clipped to his waistband, right along with his gold and chrome Desert Eagle handgun. His style made so many of the female officers jealous of Day. But, Free was unfazed. He waved tiredly at his boss, “What are you doing here?”

  God chuckled in that deep, throaty way, “Afternoon. I thought I gave you guys enough time.” He shoved his dark sunglasses on top of his head, holding his locks back with them. “I need to talk to Iv, he in his den?” God asked, already heading in that direction.

  “Unhuh,” Free droned, idly scratching his chest, shuffling toward the kitchen.

  Hart

  The look God gave him when he turned the corner into the living room made them both explode with laughter.

  “You lazy sonofabitch. Get up and get your ass back to work.”

  “Just doing what I was told, man.” Hart had sat his chair up and fixed his clothes, but he was sure it smelled like sex in there, which was probably why God was still laughing. “Hell. I might get used to this.”

  Free came in and handed Hart a cold bottle of water.

  “Yeah, I bet,” God mumbled.

  Free gave the other one to God. Hart couldn’t take his eyes off Free’s toned chest. His boyfriend bent down and gripped his beard and pulled him close for a quick kiss. “I’ll be in my lab for a while.”

  When Free tried to pull away, he grabbed the back of his arms and stared suspiciously at him, “What have you been working on so much in there this past week, huh?”

  “You’ll know soon enough. Now, let…go.” Free laughed as he wrestled out of Hart’s clutches.

  Hart watched him walk down the hall and exit the garage to his RV—which was nothing more than his workspace now.

  “In his lab?” God raised a brow.

  “That’s right.” Hart looked his friend in the eye. “Because this is his home.”

  God was quiet for a long time before a slight smile graced his rugged face. “Well done, bro. You deserve this.”

  “Thanks, man.”

  God visited with him for a while. They were watching Sports Center when Hart asked, “How’s it been going with Day? It’s been a week.”

  God was stretched out with his Jordan’s propped on the coffee table, a beer in one hand and the other draped over the back of the sofa. He had his head resting on the cushions and lolled around to face him, his mouth curving into a crafty grin. Hart knew then that things were good.

  “I did that grand gesture that you mentioned.” God sat up.

  “Do tell.”

  “You won’t even fuckin’ believe me if I told you, but Day can confirm it, man. I did it.” God shook his head as if he was still surprised with himself. “The things you do for love, bro. You’ll see.”

  “You’re not usually one for dramatics, Cash. Spit it out,” Hart grumbled.

  “Damn. Okay.” God turned toward him looking dead serious. “I called Prescott Vaughan for a favor.”

  “Shut the fuck up. I don’t believe you.” Hart jolted up straight in his chair.

  God’s robust laugh filled his den. “I told you you wouldn’t believe it! But, hell yes I did. It’s insane what a man will do to be let back in his own bed. I still don’t know how Leo held out as long as he did. He goes crazy for all this.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure he was two seconds from being committed,” Hart said dryly. God could stroke his own ego in his own den. “What did you ask the famous television chef for, that’s all I want to know.”

  “I asked to use his yacht.”

  “Holy shit. That’s not exactly a small favor.” Hart couldn’t think of anything else to say. He’d seen Mr. Vaughan’s luxury liner, which required a round-the-clock twenty-man crew. “And he said, yes?”

  God frowned. “Of course he did. We’re talking about Pres. As much as the guy makes me want to punch him in his gorgeous face for being my Leo’s first love, the guy will do anything for him. I’m just glad Pres is already committed to not one, but two men.” God finished his beer and belched loudly.

  “Now that’s grand.” Hart smirked.

  “Shit yeah, it was. And, I planned it all myself, too. We had a nice drive to Tybee Island, he was totally shocked. We sailed to Ossabaw Island and did some good fishing there, took in the sights. We ate a lot of that weird gourmet food he loves, watched sunrises on the top deck.” God bit his lip. “I hadn’t seen Leo that happy in a while.”

  “And he was appreciative.” Hart laughed.

  God stood and grabbed his denim coat from where it’d been flung over the arm of the couch, “Oh, he appreciated the hell out of me. Repeatedly. The entire four days. I’m surprised I can—”

  “I got it,” Hart growled, cutting off that shit.

  “I’m outta here. Just wanted to see you off for your excursion.” God mocked him, “You still don’t know where he’s taking you?”

  “Nope.” Hart walked God to his front door.

  “Now that’s trust.”

  “Tell me about it.” Hart smiled.

  “All right, bro. I’ll see you in the office on Monday. I had Carlos put a meeting on your calendar for nine. It’s time to revisit this grounding, don’t you think? My guys have done everything you asked,” God contended.

  Hart rubbed his hand over his beard in thought. “True.”

  God slapped him on his back. “We got enough evidence to go after Monroe Cornelia now. Come on, man. I need your help to get this bastard. He went after my men, hard. Let’s strike back,” God urged.

  “I’m with you,” was all Hart needed to say. He was ready for Cornelia to go down as well. And it didn’t help that the man had sent goons shooting after his lover. Oh, yeah, that motherfucker was going down under the prison.

  God gave him a strong one-armed hug. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

  “Hey. You seen Fox around? I been messaging and calling him, and I’m not getting an answer.” Hart frowned, walking onto the porch.

  God grimaced, turning his eyes away.

  “What, bighead? Tell me.”

  “Think about it for a second, captain.”

  Hart stared at God. What was he getting at?

  “You pulled rank on him on that op, Ivan. You two have never worked like that before,” God said.

  “I had to make a hard call.”

  “And a wrong one.” God gripped his shoulder when he opened his mouth to object. “Too many people have told you that already for it not to be true. You’re Fox’s best friend, Ivan. Not just his captain. I’ve never seen him so terrified, wrecked. For four petrifying minutes he thought—everyone thought—that you were burning alive in that building. Don’t you get that?”

  “Cash,” Hart sighed. Damn. Maybe they were right. It had been irresponsible. That was the closest he’d ever come to dying, and he had to admit it’d scared the hell out of him. He should’ve trusted his second to get them out of the jam…like he always did. That was why he was the Fox.

  “Shit, Hart mumbled. “He didn’t resign, did he?”

  “No. He’s just blowing off steam. You know how it is. But you got some ass-kissing to do when you see him.”

  “Great.”

  “Look. I’ll talk with him some more. You just go and enjoy whatever your boy got cooked-up and come back refreshed and ready to work.”

  “I plan on it.” Hart’s attention was drawn to the quiet, white Volkswagen pulling into his driveway. “Oh no. That’s Reese.”

  “Wonderful,” God grumbled. “What the hell is she doing here? Don’t you have a restraining order?”

  “No,” Hart gritted out. “I was pretty sure she’d taken the hint after I threatened to have her fired.”

  God folded his arms over his chest and stood in front of Hart when his ex got out of the car and strode up the walkway. Her bright red hair was pulled into a conservative ponytail, and she was dressed in an attractive, mint-green pantsuit, as if she’d just left the office.

  When she stood on the bottom step she looked up and squinted at God, “Hello, Cashel. Long time no see.”

  “Mother Teresa. How are you?” God jibed.

  His ex jeered, giving God one of her classic you-don’t-want-none glares, “Do you mind terribly if I speak with my husband, or are you gonna keep playing his bodyguard.”

  “Ex-husband. And I ain’t playing, lady,” God growled.

  “Cash. I got it.” Hart firmly eased his friend to the side. “What is it, Reese?”

  “I, um.” She glanced over at God, who was still standing imposingly close. “Can we talk someplace in private?”

  “No. He can stay right here.” God inched closer. He’d been well aware of Reese’s physical abuse over the years and had lived through it with him.

  “Reese. Say whatever you need to say. God doesn’t need to go anywhere.” Hart glanced in the direction of Free’s RV. He had to have heard Reese’s car pull up behind his camper. Hart could only imagine what he was thinking.

  “Fine,” she sighed. “Can we go inside then?”

  “No,” Hart and God said in unison.

  Her arms sagged at her sides, her face falling. “What?”

  “Please leave, Reese. After what you did to my boyfriend last time you were here you’re no longer welcome.”

  “And therefore trespassing,” God added for good measure, then yanked a zip tie out of his jacket pocket.

  “God,” Hart said calmly. “That won’t be necessary.”

  “I’m not here to upset you. I wanted to apologize,” she hurried to say, nervously eyeing the cuffs. “I saw you on the news, Ivan. I saw what you did.”

  Hart wasn’t sure he’d heard her right. The woman had never apologized for anything and she’d certainly never cared how he performed on his job. Not knowing how to comment, he didn’t say anything at all.

  Teresa adjusted her purse on her shoulder and stared up at him. He was sure he saw sorrow and maybe some regret there too. “I’m…I’m seeing a therapist now.” She looked as if she hated admitting that in front of God, but she kept going, “After what happened last time, and you yelling at me like that…I knew I’d gone too far. You never yell at females.”

  “I didn’t yell,” Hart tried to clarify.

  “Well. Talked forcefully.” She nodded, her eyes starting to mist.

  Has she suddenly developed allergies in her forties? She’d never gotten emotional over him. He had no clue what the hell was going on.

  “You almost died the other week, and the last thing I would’ve said to you was…”

  Hart flinched. He remembered everything she said. “It’s okay.”

  “The hell it is,” God added, still scowling at Reese. It took a lot more than a few sniffles to convince him.

  “God, let her finish,” Hart said softly. If this was an awakening for Reese and her terrible behavior, he didn’t want to discourage it. He was elated she was getting help so maybe she could be a better wife to her next husband.

  “I just wanted to say I really am sorry for everything. Everything.” She sniffed. “You were a good husband, Ivan, and you deserved better than me.”

  Hart thought he was going to tip over. Twenty-two years. Not once had she uttered a sentence even close to that. Hart had to clear his throat, “I appreciate that, Reese. I do. And I accept your apology. I’m not holding any bad feelings. Let’s just be respectful of each other from this point on. How’s that?”

  “I knew you wouldn’t make this painful. You’re too good a man.” She wiped her eyes and smiled nervously. “Um. Is. Is your boyfriend here? I’d like to apologize to him too.”

  God leaned in, his voice intense, “He saved Hart’s life, ya know. He was beside himself the entire time—”

  “Cash. That’s enough.”

  God slowly pried his glare away from Reese and locked eyes with him. He relayed to his friend that he had this and he could go. God dropped his shades onto the bridge of his nose and leaned in for another hug. “All right man, I’m out. Have fun this weekend.”

  “I plan to.” Hart released his friend and watched him get into his big diesel truck and roar down the street.

  “You going somewhere?” Reese asked after God’s truck was out of sight.

  “I am, but not sure where. Len has a surprise planned.” Hart smiled.

  “Wow. Look at that.” She squinted up him. Her features softened and for a moment. She eyed him as if she found him attractive. “I never really paid attention to that smile,” Reese huffed. “But, I’m glad he brings it out of you. Len sounds pretty awesome.”

  “He is. I’ll let him know you want to apologize and let you know when he’s ready to talk.” The RV’s blinds were parted. He knew Free could see them. “I’m really happy, Reese.”

  “You wear it well. You…look good.” Reese stepped off his porch, her pale cheeks pinking slightly. “And I’m glad you’re okay. I should’ve come by sooner but…I was afraid. I thought after that last time that you hated me.”

  “I could never hate you, Reese,” Hart told her.

  “Thank you.” She hesitated then nodded and turned to go to her car. Just before she got in she looked in the direction of the RV then back at him. “Len’s one lucky guy.”

  Hart watched her drive away, feeling as if a chapter of his life had just closed and another was beginning. He turned toward the camper and crooked his finger.

  Get your ass back in the house, baby.

  Free

  “Just tell me where we’re going and I’ll happily get behind the wheel,” Hart said, leaning against the side of the truck. He’d loaded all Free’s equipment and their two pieces of luggage; now Free was trying to get them moving, but Hart was being his usual teasing, annoying self. “And what’s all that equipment in those black crates? You look like a rock star’s roadie.”

  Free hissed, pressing his body against Hart’s, “If you ask another question I’m going to scream. Just get in the truck… or you can let me drive.”

  “Not a chance.” Hart laughed.

  “Then let’s go.” Free got into the passenger seat.

  Hart raised a brow when Free put in the GPS destination. “I thought we had an entire day of driving or something. We’re literally going thirty minutes away?”

  “Yes. It’s a staycation, but still with a different atmosphere,” Free said, tapping on his tablet. “Now drive.”

 

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