Jun brushed hair back from my eyes, holding it so he could see my face. “I’ve dreamed about this,” he whispered. “Aubrey…. So good….”
I moved back up to the head, moaning around the mouthful I had. Jun bucked up hard in response, battering the back of my throat, and I fucking loved it. I moved one hand from his hip to his crotch and pressed gently, groping his balls through his pants. Jun’s breathing quickened, everything now trembling.
He really waseverything.
I wondered how different my life would have been at this point if I’d met Jun at the bar instead of Matt three years ago. Would we have hit it off? Dated? Would it be as intense as it was now? What I was certain of at least was that, after the Mattocalypse, I appreciated men like Jun more.
Men like Jun, who treated me nice, who wasn’t afraid to say he loved me, and practically worshiped the ground I tripped on. I dug that—being treated like a real boyfriend and not a fucktoy. I could definitely see us committed for the long haul. No matter where I lived or where in the world he was working, coming home to Jun was something I think I’d wanted for a long time.
Maybe… I’d even been in love with him for years but never realized it.
“Aubrey,” Jun said. “I’m almost there. Please….”
Christ, he sounded so sweet when he begged. I’d have loved to say a few naughty things in reply and watch the way his body responded to dirty talk,buuut… I was sort of busy. I started jacking him off as I sucked the head. Jun squirmed in his seat, and I felt all of his muscles stiffen. And then came the fireworks.
Jun groaned, one hand still gripping my hair, the other wrapped so tight around the steering wheel, I could hear the material protest. He spurted into my mouth, powerful jets of cum that if I hadn’t been a part of this morning’s events, I’d have figured he hadn’t gotten off in a week or two.
I eased off his cock, wiped the string of salvia from my lips, and settled on the edge of my seat. “Good?”
Jun chuckled. “Perfect.”
“Hey now, don’t let it go to my head. Leave room for improvement so I keep practicing.”
Jun smiled and turned to look at me. He reached out and touched my face—always so gentle. “Wish we were home,” he murmured.
“Why’s that?”
“So I could hold you for a while.”
Aww, geez… there goes thepound, pound, poundof my make-believe heart condition again. I tilted my face to rest against his hand before kissing the inside of his wrist.
Jun made a content sound and started righting himself and his clothes. “Do you have any more Skittles?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Want some?”
“It’s that or we need to find some cigarettes immediately.”
I laughed loudly, dug through my bag of candies, and held the open package out. Jun took a handful and thanked me before he got out of the car. I followed, trying to discreetly adjust myself while telling my body to behave for now because tonight would be worth the wait.
Jun walked around to the passenger side, then patted bits of my hair down as he got close. “I’d told myself the entire plane ride here that we needed to go slow.”
I snorted. “Yeah. Same. That worked for about, oh, a few hours.”
“Can’t fault us too much. There was a lot of Skype flirting before I got here.” Jun smiled and with a nod, led the way into the station, munching on candy.
BURT TILLMANwas not too tickled to see Jun. Or me. In fact, he probably could have gone the whole day without even thinking of either of us.
“Agent Tanaka,” he said, offering a stiff handshake. “Iamin the middle of a homicide. I hope you understand my time is precious.”
“I’ve no intention of taking you away from your case,” Jun replied. “It so happens that Mr. Grant and I ran into a few of Cassidy’s friends this morning and gathered a bit of information that might be of value to you.”
Tillman eyed Jun, glared at me, then nodded and turned to lead us down a hallway. We entered a large room that had several desks with plain-clothed officers sitting at them. Each had towering piles of papers spread across their workspace, and a phone seemed to always be ringing from somewhere. Tillman walked toward the back, grabbed two plastic chairs, and hauled them up in front of what I presumed was his desk before he sat behind it.
Jun and I both took a seat.
“So?” Tillman asked.
Jun took over this part, and I was only more than happy to let him. Keep this between lawmen, you know?
