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He finished chewing his food, seeming to give himself some time to get his thoughts together. “You make it easy to. Since we met, you say what’s on your mind, even when you’re telling me to fuck off with my apologies.” He gave me a wry smile. “I’m following your lead. And I think we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other since I plan to leave the Bureau. I wanted to start our friendship off with honesty. I might move closer to home so I can see Cassie more. I miss her. Maybe her seeing us converse will help mend our relationship.”
“Speaking of, I told her you apologized, so she’ll answer when next you call. I’m sorry I’m the reason you two stopped talking.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s mine, and she was right. If I were homophobic, she would have every right to cut me off. I wouldn’t like it, but I would understand it. I’ll give her a call while you’re in the shower.”
“So wait. I had questions last night that I didn’t get around to asking. Why won’t you tell your family you’re FBI? There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s an admirable profession. With the way police brutality is these days, I would rather you do that than be a cop.”
He got up to take our plates to the sink, and when he started to wash them, he said, “I had already told them I wanted to be a cop. Pop is fair, but he hates indecisiveness. He would have given me a lecture about not being able to stick to one path. He’s already pissed I don’t want to follow in his footsteps. I didn’t tell Momma and Cassie because of how they reacted when I told them I wanted to be a cop. You’d have thought I told them I killed a puppy. The tears and the wailing because they thought I would be killed in the line of duty were a lot to deal with. That was mostly because I had just redeployed, and that took a lot out of them. So the less they knew, the better.”
I understood what he was saying. Cass was young when her brother went off on deployment, and she told me every day he was gone, she cried herself to sleep. Imagining her as a child crying herself to sleep hurt my heart. “I tried to write and Skype as often as possible so they wouldn’t worry, but I was in a foreign country that I shouldn’t have been in in the first place. They worried. It would have been worse if I told them I wanted to take on the biggest of the bad criminals by being in the FBI.”
“That’s sweet of you, trying to protect them. When you resign, will you tell them what you were up to all these years?”
He turned around and leaned against the sink, putting his hands on the lip of the counter behind him. “I think I will. I plan on doing a lot more therapy than what the Bureau has assigned to me. I’m sure I’ll need it for the rest of my life. I think it will help the healing process if I’m honest in all aspects of my life, you know?”
I did know. He was doing a great job being honest with me, and I knew he’d do the same with his family. “What do you want to do when you leave the FBI? I know you only decided last night, but have you given it any thought this morning?”
“I have. I was thinking about being a physical therapist. I got my bachelor’s degree in biology while I was in the Army. I toyed around with the idea a few years back, but I was deep in love with the FBI, so I didn’t take my degree further. But thinking about it this morning while I was in the shower, I still feel the desire to help people. That will allow me to help them get better, not coming to clean up a mess.”
“That’s great.” He blushed, looking shy. “No, it is. How long will it take you to become licensed?”
“Two to three years, depending on what program I enter. Georgia has programs where I can fast-track. I might do that since I’m old.”
“Baby, you’re not old. Thirty-five isn’t as old now as when we were kids.” I chuckled and walked past him to get more coffee, but I didn’t get that far. He snapped his arm out to grab me and walked me back to the refrigerator. My coffee mug tumbled to the floor, broken and forgotten. When my back hit the door, he put both hands beside my head, using his body to pin me in. His gaze darkened, and his breath came out in rough bursts.
“What did I tell you about calling me baby?” Before I could get a word out, his lips met mine in a blistering kiss. One that took my breath away. Because this wasn’t like any other kiss we’d shared. This one had so much heat behind it that I felt my temperature rise. The way he pressed his body into mine had me feeling all the raw power and strength in his body. I grabbed him like he was a lifeline, afraid I’d drift away from his passion alone. His hands roamed my body, but not erratically. Everywhere he touched was set ablaze, leaving tiny fires across my skin.
Never had I felt like this. Never had anyone ignited this flame in me. I didn’t want it to end. He rolled his hips, pressing his erection into my stomach, and I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. He tore his lips from mine and placed them beside my ear. “I love hearing that sound from you. I love knowing I’m making you feel good.” His heavy breathing mirrored my own, and the words he was saying to me had me struggling to breathe. “Do it again for me.” He reached down and rubbed my cock through my sweats, making me do exactly what he told me to do. His hand was rough and strong, stroking me with precision. He squeezed my dick, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from me. “Fuck…” he swore, leaning his forehead against mine. “Everything coming out of your mouth right now sounds so fucking sexy.”
He wasn’t making it any better. He was making me lose control, almost bursting at the seams. He dropped his hand, making me whimper in protest, then gave me a low, breathy laugh and nipped my ear. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
He dropped to his knees in front of me. The sight was so sexy, so erotic, that I almost came in my pants before he did anything. I had been fantasizing about what he would look like on his knees for me and how his eyes would gaze up at me as he slid my cock between his lips. Looking down at him now, his pupils were dilated, and his eyes reflected the desire I felt. He rubbed his hands up my torso and placed open-mouth kisses on my dick through my pants. I thrust my hips toward him, unable to stop the movement, and he let out another breathy chuckle.
He didn’t tease me. I guessed he was as turned on as I was. He pulled my pants down and took me into his hand, stroking me once, twice, then put my cockhead into his mouth. The moan I released was shameful. You’d have thought I never had a man suck me off before. But this was Lucas. A man who’d never done this, never come face to face with a dick in his life, and he was taking me in like a pro. It took everything in me not to thrust forward again. I didn’t want to choke or gag him, so I held myself still, looking down at him bobbing his head up and down on me. And more and more of my dick disappeared into his mouth until his nose was touching the light dusting of hair around my groin.
“Shit… fuck. Damn, baby.” Did he not have a gag reflex? I was not the largest-sized man, but my dick wasn’t small by any standards.
He pulled me out of his mouth and jacked me, his eyes meeting mine. “You taste so good. I’ve imagined this since the first time I saw you.”
I could only whimper in response. What could I say to that? I could barely form a coherent sentence. He sucked me back in, picking up the pace. With one hand and his mouth, he stroked my cock, and with the other, he rolled my balls in his hands. I couldn’t stop myself—I thrust my hips to meet his mouth, following the pace he set. I was going to come embarrassingly quick, but he was making me feel so good.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna…” The sensation rolled down the base of my skull, down my spine, and to the head of my dick. I exploded with a loud groan, feeling my dick pulse in his mouth. The swallowing sensation I felt around my cock drew out my orgasm, making me feel like I was coming for minutes. Before I got too sensitive, I pulled myself from his mouth and leaned back heavily on the refrigerator, unable to catch my breath. While standing, he pulled my pants up, the pressure of my sweats making me hiss as it made contact with my half-hard dick. I grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him long and deep, my tongue dancing with his, tasting myself on it. When we’d had enough, he pulled away and put his forehead on my shoulder.
“Jesus. You sure you’ve never done that before?” I asked. That was hands down the best head I’d had in my life. I don’t remember the last time I came that fast and hard.
He chuckled. “I’m sure. How was it?”
I pulled back from him and gave him an incredulous look. “You couldn’t tell?”
“I could. I wanted to hear it, though. In case I needed some pointers.”
“You don’t need anything. Shit, you don’t have a gag reflex?”
He laughed hard at that question. “No, I don’t. Never thought it would come in handy that I didn’t.”
“I’ve never… I don’t… that was the best head I’ve gotten. Ever. And I’m not just saying that because you’re standing here. That was… fuck… that was amazing.”
The blush and shy smile he gave me made my heartbeat speed up. Fuck, he was beautiful. “Yeah?”
