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“Of course, it’s good coffee. What do you think I am, a monster?”
“I dunno. Cops, we get used to shit coffee and think it’s normal.”
It was true. LEOs got used to a lot of stuff that the regular population would never put up with. Bad coffee, crap meals, no sleep, interrupted sleep, lying liars who lied.
“Why are you here, in my house, in Cooper Springs?”
Carefully, Dante set his mug down on the counter. André sensed there was an internal debate happening—how much was Dante willing to reveal?
Instead of looking at André, Dante stared out the kitchen window. André noted that it was starting to get light.
“I’m not with the DEA any longer. No more undercover work for me.”
“Why? What happened?” Had he been found out by whoever he’d been investigating?
“My sister was killed,” His tone was flat.Just the facts, ma’am. Stunned as he was by the information, André realized the words were acting as a dam, holding back emotions André doubted Dante would ever willingly reveal. “I’m my niece’s only relative—the only relative my sister would trust her daughter with anyway—so now I’m her guardian. Can you imagine?” he said with a soft snort. “Me? The guardian of a fifteen-year-old girl?”
“She’s here in Cooper Springs with you?”
“Of course, she’s here. Did you think I left her behind? She goes to the high school.”
“No, I didn’t think you left her behind. I’m just a bit shocked. I didn’t know you had a sister. I’m sorry for your loss—and for your niece.”
“Yeah, I’m fucking sorry too. Imagine having me for an uncle. Imagine having your world disintegrate around you and I’m the only one you have to hold things together.”
André moved without thinking, stepping into Dante’s space. “Honestly, I know nothing about you. Not really. But I bet you’re exactly what your niece needs.”
They stared at each other without touching, as much as André wanted to.
“Why did you come here last night?” he asked.
Dante’s lips quirked. “I thought I made that obvious.”
Booty call.
“You can’t keep coming over,” André said firmly. Dante may light him up faster than a barbecue doused in kerosene, but sex did not a relationship make.
“Daniella is at a friend’s house,” Dante said, instead of agreeing with André. Now Dante crowded in against him, maneuvering André backward until his ass was pressed against the counter behind him. “I couldn’t think of anything else I wanted to do. Ever since the day I saw you in The Steam Donkey, wearing your police chief’s outfit, looking calm, cool, and collected, I’ve been dreaming about peeling your clothes off and having my way with you.”
André was hard already. All he needed was for Dante to be in his proximity and his cock sprang to attention. With a needy groan, he pressed his lips against Dante’s—if nothing else, to get the man to stop talking. Dante grunted as he leaned into André’s kiss, sliding his hands underneath the long-sleeved t-shirt he wore.
By the time they got back to the bedroom, they were naked again and André was ready to beg. Dante spun him around and lay down on the bed.
“Fuck me, André. Fuck me hard.”
The words sent such a surge of lust through his system that André wrapped his fingers around his cock to ensure he didn’t come on the spot. He and Dante had always traded, there’d been no top-bottom roles, but Dante asking for it so directly? That was new.
André climbed onto the bed and crawled over to where Dante lay. He hovered over his body for a moment, taking in his masculine beauty.
“Sometime this century would be nice,” Dante said.
“Asshole.”
Then André proceeded to fuck Dante into the mattress.
SIX
Dante
