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“My boy,” he whispered, his eyes fluttering closed.

The door flew open, banging against the cinder block wall. I flinched and Ezra jumped back, separating us. “Detective,” a woman snapped. “You were supposed to wait for us before coming in here.”

“We won’t be questioning Flynn,” he choked out, his voice like gravel.

“What now?” she asked, disbelief colouring her tone.

His gaze met mine, our stares locking and holding. My cock was already tenting my pants, but it hardened even further at the lust, the yearning, in his expression. His voice was rough when he added, “Because Flynn would never betray Zali’s trust. He’s the most loyal man I know. We won’t get a single word out of him.”

Those words, the way he said them, cracked my chest open. Like taking a cleaver to my heart, he gouged open a gaping wound. Fear burned a trail in my gut. “Please let us go,” I begged, balling my fists to stop me from reaching for him again.

He rubbed his chest, the movement pained. “You have no idea how much I want that, Flynn.” He reached out as if to brush the backs of his fingers down my cheek, but he let his hand fall away instead. Sighing, his shoulders slumped, he added, “I want you out of here. I want to walk you out that door myself.” He shook his head, looking at the floor. His frown was etched by the furrow in his brow and the downturn of his lips. “But I can’t. Not until we’ve gone through the process. This….” He huffed out a breath and looked down at me again, helplessness in his eyes. “What you three did was so incredibly stupid. You’ve put yourselves at risk. This could be jail time, Flynn, and I can’t help you.”

I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in his eyes, the absolute certainty that we were completely screwed. Sucking in a shuddery breath, I lowered my hands and tightened the jacket around my shoulders. I pulled away from him, leaning back in the chair and lifting my heels to the seat, curling into a ball. I wanted to disappear. This ride had taken a turn, and I wanted off. It was like a bad trip, nightmarish instead of a mellow high.

“Will you talk to me?” he whispered.

I shook my head, clenching my jaw tight to stop the whimper crawling up my throat.

“Okay.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels, hesitating as if he wanted to say something more. But instead he spun around and gestured to the other two officers to exit the room. When they were gone, he added, “I’ll check in on you again later.”

I was alone again a moment later, the door closing with a resounding click. The room was silent except for my shallow breaths and my heart thundering in my ears.

Four

Ezra

F

uck me.

This was a mistake. I was getting too close. Exposing too much of myself. Flynn had seen how hard I’d been for him. He’d rubbed his face on my fucking dick like a cat and, I’d nearly come on the spot. He could smell how aroused I was. He could see it.

I’d called him my boy. Fuck knows I wanted it. But that was half the problem. If it was only him that I wanted, I could make it work. I would care for him. I would scrub away every doubt and fear from a shitty childhood I’d been powerless to do anything about and shower him with love.

But just like Tristan, he deserved better than my scraps. He deserved all of me.

“I need a minute,” I rasped to the other detectives as I turned away from the door.

I didn’t hesitate, heading straight for the bathrooms. I needed to get rid of this fucking erection. I couldn’t walk around with it, much less head into a meeting with my boss where she’d chew my arse out again.

Closing the door to the stall, I pushed my pants and boxer briefs down to my knees and glared at my angry cock. Why couldn’t I make up my mind? How the hell did I get over this? Everything was imploding. My life was in a state of absolute fucking chaos, and my head was whirling around like a tornado. People fell in love with just one person every day. They usually fell out of love with the others before that. Why was I different? And why were they the ones I’d fallen for?

I wrapped my fingers around the base of my dick and squeezed, willing the blood to drain away. My balls were drawn up tight too. With my legs spread, holding up my pants and one hand on my dick, I used the other to pull them away from my body.

A shudder passed through me.

Fuck. Flynn’s lips had been divine, his hot breath a whisper of what it would be like to be buried inside that mouth, spreading those perfect lips. How deep would he be able to take me? How quickly would I come?

My cock throbbed, getting harder instead of softening. Gritting my teeth, I ran my fingers over my swollen cock, a hiss erupting from deep within my throat as my nerve endings lit up.

Oh, fuck.

Another shiver. I couldn’t do it, couldn’t get my cock to stand down. I needed to come. I needed release. Spitting on my hand, I closed it around my length again and tentatively stroked.

Closing my eyes, my mind took over, my imagination running rampant.

Dear god, I could picture it.

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