“Calvin,” I whispered.
Something in his expression changed. Maybe it was hard to tell without my glasses on. Or maybe it was simply one of those emotions that was… undefinable. Because despite having over one hundred thousand words in the English language, none of them seemed to explain the reaction I’d witnessed from Calvin upon speaking his name.
He let go of my throat, leaned in, and kissed my mouth firmly.
My hips jerked into his strong touch once, twice—then I was shuddering and spending in his hand. I broke the kiss, wrapped my arms firmly around Calvin’s neck, and clung for dear life as my knees threatened to send me crashing to the shower floor. He grunted and kept stroking our cocks. I squirmed and panted. It was too much. A physical overload bordering on painful. I groaned, but it came out as an embarrassing whimper, and I had to pull back from his touch as Calvin spurted cum onto his hand and my stomach.
He sagged a little under my grip, sighed, and gently let us go. He smoothed one hand up and down my back.
“I love you,” I murmured.
“I love you too, Sebastian.”
“WHAT DOyou think triggered your dream?” Calvin asked. He sat on the edge of the unmade bed, tying his oxfords.
“A generous portion of cheesecake and beer,” I answered while pulling a sweater on. “That seems like a good combination for a nightly disturbance.”
“Ah.” Calvin stood. He buttoned his cuffs before beginning to knot the tie around his neck. “Do you want to go to work today?”
I paused from trying to wrestle the sleeve of my button-down shirt, which was bunched up in my sweater. “Is this a trick question?”
“No.”
“Then yes. Of course.”
Calvin finished with his tie. He walked to the mirror on the far end of the room to check his appearance. “I got approval for your police protection last night. So long as you don’t stray from the officer’s side and promise to check in with me throughout the day—”
“How did you swing it?” I interrupted.
Calvin turned around. “Swing what? An escort?”
I nodded. “I didn’t call yesterday morning because I figured your sergeant would have suspended you for getting tangled up with me again. Now he’s approved diverting resources forme?”
“Things are different than they were ten months ago,” Calvin answered as he walked toward me. “Hell. Even two months ago.”
“Say it ain’t so.”
He put his hands on my shoulders. “Threats against a cop’s fiancé are taken into… greater consideration than those against his nosy boyfriend. I know that’s not fair.”
“Such is life,” I answered.
Calvin looked like he wanted to say something else, but the hotel phone rang. He went to the bedside table and picked up the receiver. “Hello? … Speaking. … Oh. Good. I’ll be right down. Thank you.” He hung up and patted my arm as he passed to go to the door. “Speaking of your protection….”
“I’ll be here,” I said for a second time that morning.
Calvin saluted over his shoulder before the door fell closed behind him.
“Thank God,” I muttered before glancing at Dillon on the second bed. “Because we were going to have to have a come-to-Jesus moment if he thought I’d sit in this room all day twiddling my thumbs.” I slipped my loafers on, dancing from foot to foot as I tugged the backs over my heels.
A cell phone rang. I patted my pockets and looked around the room before picking up mine from the desk. The screen was dark. Not me. I turned again and rushed to the nightstand for Calvin’s phone. If it was Quinn, I was comfortable answering. Any other number I’d let go to voice….
Marc.
Hold up.
Marc, as in,Marc Winter?
My blood pressure rose with each ring. To my knowledge, Calvin’s older brother had not phonedoncesince he’d come out to his family last Christmas. His father had called maybe two or three times, but it’d always been in regard to Calvin’s uncle and nothing more. Never had any of his immediate family members attempted to make amends.
