Embracing His Syn, page 32
Fuck.
Furi was exhausted, he didn’t bother trying to get his heavy arms up when Patrick grabbed him and threw him hard across the room. Furi hollered out at the dresser connecting with his already tender ribs. Patrick closed the distance and was standing over him. When Furi looked up he saw Patrick’s fist aimed at his face. He closed his eyes but was jolted violently before he could feel the punch.
“Atlanta PD! Atlanta PD!”
Furi slowly opened his eyes and that’s when he saw God and Day barreling into the room, their guns drawn with at least five other men.
“Syn. Syn,” Furi whispered. But he didn’t see him.
“Syn don’t!” He heard Day yell. “Stay back. Don’t touch him! Stand down! All of you lower your fuckin’ weapons!”
Who is Day talking to? Furi tried to get to his feet but he couldn’t. Uniformed cops had their weapons drawn and pointed. Furi figured they must’ve been aiming their guns at Brenden and Patrick. Furi was still on the floor on the other side of room and couldn’t see what was happening. Was his ex resisting? Did he have a weapon out? Furi’s head was still foggy and his vision hazy. Syn was there somewhere because everyone was shouting his name. Furi managed to get to his knees, his arms trembling trying to hold his weight up.
“Syn! Don’t throw your life away over this trash,” Day yelled again.
“Officers, I said stand down goddamnit!” God’s throaty roar sent a scary chill through Furi’s body.
“Tell your Sergeant to drop his weapon,” another uniformed officer called back. “He has his gun drawn on an unarmed man.”
Furi was still crawling. He saw Brenden’s motionless form still lying on the floor, his hands cuffed behind his back, blood oozing from his ear.
Where is Syn? Furi needed to see him. He’d know everything was all right when he saw him.
What he didn’t expect to see when he crawled to the other side of the room were countless guns drawn and aimed at the man he loved while he crouched over his ex with a gun pointed at the center of his forehead.
“Drop your weapon, Sergeant Sydney!” the officer yelled again.
Someone had turned the music off and all that could be heard was the commotion of so many men in a small space and angrily barked official orders.
“If you shoot my Sergeant there’ll be hell to pay.” God’s deep growl broke over the yelling.
Furi was making his way to Syn. He was all Furi could focus on. He didn’t care if it put him in the line of fire all that mattered was Syn. He wouldn’t let Syn go down like this. They were supposed to live a long and happy life together in love, while Patrick had to watch from the sidelines. Syn in jail for the next twenty years for murder was not a part of the plan.
“Do it!” Furi heard Patrick taunt Syn. “You better do it, or else I’ll come back for him and next time I’ll make sure I finish the job. How does it feel to know that I fucked him in your own bed? And he screamed my name, Sergeant ... not yours.”
Syn’s body shook with the power of his wrath. He was going to kill Patrick.
“That’s a fuckin’ lie,” Furi rasped out, trying to break through Syn’s rage. He could see the sweat dripping down Syn’s face as he stared down the line of his gun. Both hands were grasped so tightly around the deadly weapon that the veins in Syn's forearms bulged. His rapidly beating pulse was clearly visible just beneath his flushed skin. Syn’s finger rested heavily on the trigger. One sudden move and Patrick’s brains would be all over the floor.
“Keep talking, Furious,” Day told him quickly.
“Syn please listen to me. He did not have me. I would never let that bastard have me. I belong to you. Syn please put the gun down. Don’t let him take you away from me. It’s exactly what he’s trying to do. I swear to you. He. Did. Not. Have. Me,” Furi stressed. “Let him go to jail, not you. I need you here with me.” Furi was right next to Syn, looking up into his gleaming eyes, but he didn’t touch him. He knew not to touch him. “Don’t kill him Syn. Jail is a far worst fate for him. Let him be confined to a six by eight cell. Let him be someone’s bitch. Let him have to wash another man’s dirty drawers for the next twenty years.”
Furi saw a small crack in Syn’s anger. He slowly brought his hand up and very gently brushed the back of his hand down Syn’s cheek. “Look at me, Corbin.” Syn was still glaring daggers at Patrick. “Corbin, I love you. Look at me.”
Syn blinked slowly before turning and looking at Furi. His eyes roamed over him as if he just realized Furi was actually there talking to him and not in his mind. He could see Syn’s love reflected back at him and knew he’d gotten through. Furi had managed to get to his knees but fell back down to the floor from the exertion.
“Furi needs you. Help him,” Day told Syn. Syn was on his feet and cradling Furi in his arms. He picked him up and whisked him out of the room and away from Patrick’s curses and threats.
Syn laid Furi’s tired body on the couch and took a breath against the side of his face. “I’m so sorry I was late. I’m so sorry.”
Furi dropped his hand on Syn’s back as he rested his forehead on Furi's shoulder. “You were right on time, Syn. It’s okay. I’m okay.” He really was okay, just so exhausted he could probably sleep for days.
God and Day came back in with the other officers and Furi grunted, struggling to sit up. Syn rested his hand on Furi’s chest. “Don’t try to move, baby.”
Furi turned his head as Patrick was aggressively ushered out in handcuffs right before paramedics came in with a stretcher for Brenden.
“Is he dead?” Furi asked with little to no feeling. He kind of hoped he was.
“No,” Day told him. "Just unconscious. When he wakes, he can join his brother downtown."
A paramedic came over to Furi but he waved him away. Syn protested but Furi didn’t want to be prodded right then. He felt he just needed rest. The cuts and bruises would heal on their own with a little bit of Syn's TLC.
The stoner neighbor came out of the kitchen with two other officers. A paramedic had put a butterfly bandage above his eyebrow but he looked fine. Syn stood up and put his hand out to him. “I have no words to thank you. I have no words.” Syn’s voice was husky with emotion. “If it weren't for you Furi might be–” Syn choked on the last word.
“It’s all good, dude. Don’t sweat it. I gave my statement to the cops, so–” He trailed off and ran his hand over his stringy hair, barking a humorless laugh. “I was actually coming over to be a dick and yell at you to turn the music down when I heard him screaming. I’m just glad you’re alright, man.” Stoner looked at Furi and gave him a quick nod before leaving the apartment.
“You’ve gotta get that guy a coupon for unlimited free pizza deliveries or some shit like that,” Day said while flipping through some paperwork one of the officers handed him.
“Sergeant Sydney I’m going to need you to come down to the precinct and fill out–”
“We’ll take care of it,” God cut off the young officer. “First he’s going to take his partner to the hospital. Everything else can wait.”
“But, Lieutenant.”
“He said it can wait.” Day’s stern voice brooked no further argument. The officer took the clipboard from Day and left with the other officers. Just as the door was about to close, more of God and Day’s men came thundering in like a storm.
“Son of a bitch,” Ronowski grumbled.
“That fuckin bastard,” Ruxs added.
“Did you get women that tailed us?” God asked Ronowski.
“Yeah. We got 'em. I sent Jonas and Horne back to process them to make sure they’re properly charged."
The men were all staring sadly at Furi while they gave God an update.
Furi hadn’t seen his face but he was sure he had some bruises from all the blows he'd taken. “I’m alright fellas.” Furi managed a slight smile but he was having a hard time breathing. “It’s not as bad as it looks. You should see the other guys.”
Day went down on one knee and looked over Furi’s face. “You’re in pain.” Turning his attention to Syn he asked with sincerity. “May I?”
May he what?
Syn nodded his head and Day slowly began to pull up Furi’s shirt.
Oh.
Syn’s pained frown told Furi how bad his torso must look. Day pressed and grazed certain areas, a hiss escaping Furi’s tight mouth. When Day applied a little pressure to Furi’s ribs, he wished he had been able to contain the scream but he couldn’t. The agony was clear in his voice.
“Enough,” Syn snapped.
“He has broken ribs.” Day stood back up. “Can you carry him to the truck?”
“Yes.” Syn carefully pulled Furi’s shirt down and Furi caught his hand before he could pull back. He knew Syn was blaming himself for this, and it was killing Furi to see such hurt on Syn’s face. He mouthed 'I love you' and Syn squeezed his hand and brought it to his lips kissing his knuckles. “I love you too,” he whispered.
“Ro grab that quilt off the top shelf in the front closet,” Syn said. He took the offered blanket and wrapped it around Furi. “I’m gonna be as gentle as I can, okay baby?”
Furi nodded and gritted his teeth when Syn lifted him. Searing pain shot through his body but he kept his grunts to a minimum as he tried to appear tough in front of all the big bad Detectives. One of the task force members opened the door and Syn eased him through it, making his way down the hall. Furi kept his head buried in Syn’s shoulder while in the elevator and Syn leaned his head into him.
“I missed you while I was gone,” Syn whispered, holding him as tight as he could without hurting him.
Furi smiled tiredly against Syn’s neck. “I missed you baby.”
Next thing he knew he was being placed gingerly in the back seat of one of the fleet of Suburbans in front of Syn’s building. The sun was just coloring the sky in its majestic oranges and purples. If it was any other time, Furi would’ve stopped to enjoy it.
Syn slid in the backseat and laid Furi’s head in his lap. Furi didn’t remember much else after that. He was so fatigued, he finally let sleep claim him as he rode to the hospital, knowing that he was truly safe now.
‘Embrace Syn’
Furi turned toward the heat pressing into his side and yelped at the pain that jerked him fully awake. “Shit.”
“Easy, Furi.” Syn’s groggy voice was in his ear. Syn stroked his palm over his chest. “Do you need something? Can I get you another pain pill?”
“I need you,” Furi groaned.
Syn chuckled against his face. “Not for a while, love.”
Furi grumbled some obscenities while his cock ached between his legs. When they’d gotten back from the hospital it was almost nine a.m. but Furi had insisted on showering. Although his ribs were freshly wrapped, he’d told Syn to unwrap them. He’d refused to get in bed without washing the smell and the memory of the night off. Syn had thrown the sheets away and remade the bed for him, and Furi loved him even more for it. He slept hard and long. He’d hoped Syn had kept his promise and called Doug.
“Did you call Doug?”
“Yes,” Syn groaned. “He’ll be over when he leaves the shop. I told him you were fine and that Patrick was in jail. He wanted to come as soon as you got back this morning but I told him you were crashing.”
“Okay,” Furi said softly. He felt bad about the whole thing. He’d caused all the people that cared for him so much anguish. He wanted to stop being such a burden.
“Hey. Why all the sulking? Knock it off. I already know how your mind works. And if you’re even thinking of entertaining the thought that you wished you’d never caused any of this, you’re about to get socked in the balls again.”
Furi chuckled. Syn was right. He couldn’t think that way. He should just be thankful he had found such a wonderful family.
“No. You can’t hit my balls but you can touch them like this.” Furi spread his legs and cupped his balls, rolling them around in his fist.
“You’d better fuckin’ stop,” Syn murmured against his cheek.
“Or else what?” Furi moaned.
“Or else those ribs are never going to heal,” Day yelled from in the hall. “Now cut that shit out porn puppy and come eat, we bought you guys some lunch.”
“Damn you, Day,” Syn yelled. “I thought we were clear on the knocking first!”
Furi lifted the covers off him and slowly brought his legs over the edge of the bed, the exertion from those simple tasks making beads of sweat pop up on his forehead. “Mmmm. They can barge in as much as they want as long as they always bring food. Come on. Lunch sounds good, I’m starving.”
“If this is what we have to deal with to get food then I’d rather grocery shop and cook myself,” Syn grumbled.
“You need to buy some groceries anyway,” Furi admonished.
Syn grunted some choice curse words and kicked his covers off like a petulant child.
“I’ll even go with you to help ease the pain. That way you don’t end up with a cabinet full of Chef Boyardee and Spam.” Furi blew a kiss at Syn when Syn flipped him off.
“Be nice baby or I won’t cook for you,” Furi purred while looking up at Syn who’d eased between his spread legs.
“You sure you want to get up? I can bring it to you.” Syn smoothed his hand over Furi’s hair.
“No. I’m getting up. I’m fine, Syn. Don’t start fussing like a mother hen,” Furi said with a cheeky smile. He rose little by little from the bed and braced himself before he took the first step. Syn was there with a hand on his back ready to fully support him. “Just lean on me baby, I got you.” Syn wrapped Furi’s arm around his neck and took slow steps with him down the hall.
Furi stared at his man for a few minutes, in complete awe at how lucky he’d gotten. Finally the fates had smiled on him. When he’d first seen the mysteriously dark Detective at the end of the bar, he’d told himself that getting involved with him would be a huge mistake, and he’d fought Syn the best he could. But he was drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame. It just didn’t get any better than Sergeant Corbin Sydney and Furi was ready to fully embrace this relationship, ready to fully embrace Syn.
'You Cook For Us, Bitches'
“Hey you,” Syn whispered
“Hey yourself.”
“Are you’re sure you okay?” Syn asked, helping Furi loosen his tie.
“I’m better than okay. We got the guilty verdict, right? The thought of Patrick and Brenden’s sadistic asses in a filthy jail cell for the next fifteen years makes me very okay.” Furi gave Syn his most reassuring smile and it seemed to do the trick. They’d all testified over the length of the three-day trial, but Furi’s testimony had sealed the brothers' fate. There was no way they’d have beaten those charges, but Furi had still held his breath until the jury foreman said the words: "Guilty on all counts."
Furi took the tie and hung it in his walk-in closet. Most of his clothes were in his newly renovated loft above the shop, but he still had a dresser at Syn’s place too. If Furi was extremely tired from a long day in the shop, then simply going upstairs to his apartment and taking a hot shower made things much easier. What was even nicer was when Syn used the back stairs and surprised Furi. When he’d finally come up from work and the hot man was already there waiting for him in his bed or simply lying on his sectional watching a game.
Furi removed his slacks and replaced them with a pair of his work jeans and then his coveralls.
“It’s not even noon yet. Do you have to go to work right now?” Syn’s sexy confident walk over to where Furi was bent over tying his boots brought him flush against Furi’s ass. “I thought you’d have a little time before work ... maybe for a game of stroke the mechanic’s tool.” Syn bent over Furi’s back and pressed his rising cock into that perfect bubble ass.
Furi laughed as he finished tying his boots. “I would love to play a long game with you, baby. But I’m swamped. I need to get down there and help my guys. I’m really grateful for Day pulling some strings and getting us that contract with the city to service the department's vehicles; but if I see one more Suburban this week, I’m going to choke one or all of you. It’s like you guys break them on purpose. I mean seriously. What cop chases a suspect and jumps out of the truck before stopping it and putting it in park?”
Syn laughed. “My guys do.”
Furi went to tie his hair back in a ponytail but Syn stopped him. His eyes burning with lust. “I need you Furi.” Syn kissed Furi’s neck. “You smell so good. Wanna taste you right now. Feel you bury that long cock deep inside of me.”
Furi’s head fell back against the wall as Syn licked and nipped at his throat. “Feels good, Syn.”
“Then let me have you.” Syn tugged at Furi’s overalls but was stopped.
“Today is Friday. I’m off all weekend.” Furi spun Syn around and slammed him his chest against the wall and pressed his cock against his ass, wrinkling the nice slacks Syn'd worn for court. “I promise you, I’m going to spend every one of those forty-eight hours buried balls deep in your tight ass.”
“Fuck me,” Syn groaned, his hands pressed firmly against the wall.
“Can’t right now, but I can do this.” Furi spun Syn around hard and placed a firm palm to his chest pushing him back against the wall again. Syn’s breathing was fast and his cock was difficult to conceal in those thin slacks. Furi kept eye contact with Syn’s dark pools as he dropped to his knees. He made quick work of undoing Syn’s belt and dropping his pants and briefs to his ankles. Furi took Syn’s length all the way to the back of his throat and held him there.
“Augh. Furious!” Syn yelled, grasping at Furi’s shoulders.
Furi had to take the edge off for his lover and then he had to get to work. And he had to take care of himself too, since his dick was just as hard and aching. Syn fucked Furi’s mouth while he unbuttoned his jumpsuit and anxiously dug inside his jeans, pulling himself free. He moaned deep in his throat at the first contact of cool air on his hot dick. No doubt the vibration drove Syn crazy because he grasped Furi’s hair and started slamming his cock in and out, the rhythm of his hips already faltering.
