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Adrian O’Rourke is the new rookie in the Boston PD. Tonight he’s buying rounds and bonding with his fellow boys in blue. The only officer Adrian wants to bond with is Owen Murphy. However, Owen and Adrian have history. Will memories of the past stand between them or will Owen take Adrian as his partner…in and out of the uniform?
Boys In Blue By
AJ Hardcourt
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Boys in Blue Murphy’s was crowded. Boston’s boys in blue packed into the small Irish pub—family owned by one of their own.
Adrian O’Rourke sidled through the crowd and made his way to the bar stretching the left side of the room. The pub was twice as long as it was wide. Tables scattered around the main area. Pool tables and dart boards were in the back. Music pumped through the speakers, but wasn’t intrusive on the gales of laughter.
Adrian’s slowed his approach as his pulse spiked. Tonight Owen Murphy stood behind the counter, hand on the polished wood tap, keeping the beer flowing. He smiled at another officer sitting at the bar. Full lips parted revealing straight white teeth. A neatly trimmed mustache darkened his upper lip and framed his wide mouth. The clean edges of a goatee cut his jaw and curved under his strong chin. Rugged, handsome and seeing him again punched Adrian in the gut and his stomach churned. A familiar feeling—one that had a direct response, sending heat and awareness into his cock.
Tonight a tight T-shirt clung to the hard muscles of Owen’s torso and worn jeans molded to his hips. Adrian didn’t need to see any more of Owen behind the bar. He remembered every inch of his six foot two body. His strong legs. The way his policeissued trousers hugged his ass, the way he strapped his gun to his hip, taunting Adrian to make a move, to force Owen to slam him against the wall, spread his legs and pat him down. Hell, a pat down wouldn’t be enough. Adrian wanted Owen’s hands to search every inch of his body, to touch him intimately. He was as sexy and dangerous in his uniform as Adrian fantasized about him out of it.
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“Hey, Rookie. I’ll build you a pint.” Owen smiled and started the timely process of pouring beer to perfection. Tilting the glass at a forty-five degree angle, he slowly filled the glass, let it rest, before continuing to pour. He glanced at the crowd then back to his task. “I’ve started your tab.”
“Not sure if I should thank you for that.” Adrian sat on a stool and rested his forearms on the lip of the counter.
“Probably not tonight.” Greg, Owen’s brother chuckled.
“Get to work.” Owen tossed a towel at Greg and pushed him to the other end of the bar.
A pang of longing lanced Adrian’s heart, watching Owen with his brother. “Is your whole family working tonight?” Owen’s sister Eva weaved between tables serving beer.
“Yeah, it’s a full house and everyone seems to be having a good time.” A few seconds of silence passed between them. “After the last few months, it’s good to see.”
“Yep, so keep the tab open.” He’d worry about the damage to his wallet later.
“It’s good to see you, too.”
Adrian nodded. He hadn’t been around in the last few months. Being around Owen hurt in ways he couldn’t admit. Not if he didn’t want to lose their friendship…if that’s what they had. He wasn’t sure where he stood with Owen. Not now after so much had changed.
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Owen set the dark beer in front of him. A half inch of cream rounded the top. “I know where to find you…if you’re thinking about running out on the bill. No way will any of the guys around here let you out of that particular infraction.”
Adrian smiled and lifted the beer to his lips. “Do I owe you a pint, too?” He swigged the slightly bitter brew and wiped his upper lip with the back of his hand.
“After all these years, you hanging on my coattails, I think you owe me a pitcher.”
“You loved the hero worship.”
“Yeah, maybe a little.” Owen sighed. “As much as Danny hated it.”
Owen may have loved Adrian’s adoration, but Adrian had driven Danny crazy. Mention of his brother darkened the moment. His memories today were bittersweet. The day he was welcomed into the fold—an officer for the Boston PD. Adrian was going into the O’Rourke family business. He followed in the footsteps of his old man.
His father had been on the force, served for thirty-five years. Years he’d put his life on the line for his community, supported his family, raised his boys to be men and respect authority. And then he’d finally taken is retirement six months ago. He’d lost his passion for the job, wanted to keep his family away from the violence—wanted to turn back time—before Danny had been killed in the line of duty.
Danny. Adrian felt the loss as acutely today as the day he’d been killed. “I was a pain in his ass.”
“Hey, sorry I didn’t mean—”
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“No, it’s okay.” Remembering hurt, but he couldn’t pretend Danny hadn’t died. Losing Danny had nearly killed Adrian’s mother. Right after Danny’s death, their father had taken a plunge into the bottle for a few weeks and Adrian had gone to the academy. Danny would have made detective…would have made their old man happy. Now it was up to Adrian to step in and continue the tradition. Danny’s death had been hard on his family. A son and brother lost. But the night Danny died, Owen had lost his partner on the force.
“I miss him,” Owen said, sipping his beer. They’d been more than partners—they’d been best friends. Owen had been the best man at Danny’s wedding and a pall bearer at his funeral. Owen was as much a member of the O’Rourke family as if he’d been born into it. However, Adrian didn’t feel brotherly toward him. He wanted the impossible. He wanted Owen.
“Remembering sucks.” He thumped his chest over his heart and blinked moisture from his eyes. “But so does trying to forget.”
“I don’t want to forget,” Owen said and then smiled. “Danny was the best.”
“Yep, he was.” Adrian took a long draught of beer.
“How are Julie and the kids?”
Adrian cocked an eyebrow. “Didn’t you know? She met a guy on the internet. Packed up and bailed. A couple weeks ago she and the boys moved to Arizona.” Adrian had helped her pack the moving truck. He hated for her to leave, hated that she’d taken his nephews. Chances were, those boys would be the only kids Adrian would have in his life. Danny had the American dream with a nice house, pretty wife, two boys and a floppy eared dog running around in his fenced-in backyard. www.DemandingRomance.com
Adrian had never pined for those things. He’d only wanted from his brother one thing…his partner. Only Adrian didn’t want to work with Owen. He’d always wanted to fuck him.
“I can’t believe she’d meet someone and move across the country.” Owen set his beer on the counter with a thump. “That was fast.”
Adrian shrugged. Some people knew immediately what was right for them. And some knew, yet loved in secret, the way Adrian had dreamed of more with Owen, knowing Owen didn’t feel the same. “Julie taking the kids tore the old man up and Mom is still pissed, but I know why Julie did it. As long as she stayed here, she never would’ve been able to move on.” Danny’s memory was too painful. Adrian stared at Owen. Julie found a way. Adrian needed a way to stop pining for Owen. And Owen, in his own way, hadn’t moved on either. “Maybe her leaving was fast, but everything changes eventually. Whether we want to or not, we can’t live in the past. We all have to move on.” The statement hung in the air between them.
Owen forced a laugh and swigged his beer. “I don’t have anything to move on from.”
“Don’t you? I’m a rookie but I’ve been around. He was your partner for three years. Your best friend for longer.” Adrian wrapped his palms around his beer glass. He and Owen weren’t strangers, but their link had been Danny. Now Adrian wasn’t sure how to act…what to say. “Pop said you won’t take on another partner.”
“I never said that,” he answered, looked away then nodded to the gathering. “Bobby and Trent are here.” Owen rang the bell. “Looks like our rookie is buying another round.”
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Cheers erupted.
“Tonight’s going to cost you your first paycheck, Adrian.” Trent slapped him on the back. “But after you buy a man a beer, you can count on him to have your back.”
Rookies made mistakes when they couldn’t stay focused. He could only hope that he didn’t run into Owen day in and day out. But then his heart hurt thinking of going a day without seeing him.
Adrian’s gaze shifted to Owen. There was the only man he truly wanted to have his back, and not just on the force. A jolt of awareness surged through Adrian. Lust, need, pure physical desire. But the emotions ran so much deeper. He ached for the man, had for years.
“You’re right and you don’t hear me complaining.” Adrian hopped onto the counter and rang the bell again. “Irish whiskey,” he hollered. Danny’s favorite drink. “Set them up,” he said to Owen as he climbed behind the bar, standing hip to hip with Owen. His breath came fast and shallow. Proximity to the man had his body warming and his cock thickening.
With speed of a man used to working behind the bar, Owen lined the shot glasses in a row. Men closed in tight as Owen held the bottle over the row of short glasses and poured the shots.
“This one’s for Danny,” Adrian said and picked up his drink. A last drink to his brother, a symbol that Adrian was moving forward, taking responsibility for—and living—his own life. He’d be the cop is brother should’ve been, yet be his own man. “Do you want to drink with me?” He waited for Owen to pick up his glass. Everyone grabbed a shot. www.DemandingRomance.com
“On the count of three,” Adrian said.
“To Danny.” Owen smiled.
Trent counted down. “Three. Two. One.” The men drank their shots and a roar of approval erupted in the room.
Adrian met Owen’s gaze, tipped his glass and drank at the same time as Owen.
Owen slammed his glass to the counter and hummed his approval. “I’ll never drink a shot of Irish whiskey and not think of your brother.”
“May we never forget.” Adrian grabbed the whiskey bottle and refilled their glasses. “Now a drink to the future.” He waited for Owen to take the shot.
Gazes locked, Owen lifted the glass to his lips, slammed it back and swallowed. Adrian couldn’t tear his gaze from Owen’s Adam’s apple bobbing in the masculine column of his neck. Owen was thick with muscle. Dangerously attractive. Adrian’s rigid erection pressed against the fly of his jeans. He was hard for the man. God, what he wouldn’t give to know the taste of Owen’s mouth, to suck his tongue as they ground against each other, cock to cock.
“Adrian,” Trent hollered from a cluster of men. “We’re playing pool.” He waved for Adrian to join them.
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“Don’t be gone too long.” Owen winked. Adrian wanted to read more into the gesture, but he and Owen had known each other a long time. Adrian was openly gay and he remembered the night Danny had confided in him that Owen was gay, too. The information had only fueled Adrian’s fantasies.
Adrian grabbed his beer, walked out from behind the bar and joined the guys at the pool table. He set his beer on the table, chose a cue stick and chalked the tip.
“So do you know who you’ve been assigned to?” Bobby asked.
Adrian laughed and glanced around the room for the captain. “I’m hoping after I ply him with enough beer, I’ll get a name.” Adrian leaned over the table and lined up his shot for the break. Balls cracked and scattered across the felt.
“Chances are it’s going to be someone in this room.” Bobby slapped him on the back.
Adrian straightened and glanced around. His gaze was instantly drawn to Owen…who stood behind the bar staring at him. Adrian’s pulse spiked.
“Doesn’t really matter, rookie.” Trent took his turn at the table.
“Why’s that?” Adrian asked.
“Whoever it is, they’re going to give you a hard time.” Trent’s robust laugh reverberated through the room.
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between them. Fuck, he was hot. Intimidating, strong, determined. Owen was the type of man to give orders and have them heeded. He looked and acted like a cop. There was nothing soft about him and that made Adrian even harder.
“Shit.” He couldn’t do this. Owen was too much temptation and Adrian was too far gone. Not on whiskey and beer. But on fierce and aching lust. His body burned for Owen and he couldn’t blame his actions on alcohol because he was far from drunk. “I need to get out of here.”
“You can’t leave, Adrian. This celebration is for you.”
Adrian grabbed his beer and downed the rest.
“He’s not leaving. His tab is still open.” Owen laughed and sat on the stool next to Adrian.
Trent leaned against the pool table and glanced around the bar. “We were just wondering who’s going to get to babysit our rookie.”
Owen cocked a brow. “Any guesses?”
Bobby laughed. “We promised him a hard time.”
Adrian watched Owen’s every move, aware of his breathing, his scent, the way his jeans molded to his thighs…the bulge of his cock. Adrian couldn’t stop himself. “If you were my partner, would you give me a hard time?”
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“Do you know what I need?”
Owen shifted on his stool. “Are you about to make a confession?”
Was he? “No. Hell, I don’t think I know what I need.” He lowered his voice. “I know what I want. And I know I’m dumb enough to want what I can’t have.” That was as close to a confession as he was willing to make. He was smart enough to leave room for deniability.
Owen leaned forward and whispered, “And what is that? What is it you want?”
Adrian stared at Owen, his mouth dry and his tongue thick. He wanted those lips on his, that husky commanding voice telling him what to do.
“Same thing I’ve always wanted.” What he couldn’t have. Owen. Because Adrian would always be Danny’s little brother.
“How much have you had to drink, rookie?”
“Not enough.” He shook his head. “Maybe too much. I don’t seem to know what to do with my mouth.”
Owen groaned and leaned back. “Adrian, it’s your mouth that is going to get you into trouble.”
“But I’ve bought you a pint so you’ll have my back, right?”
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Tension crackled around them. Adrian felt the change in Owen. He’d pushed him, said too much, insinuated more than he should have. “Hey, I didn’t mean—” Maybe he had had too much to drink. He couldn’t look at Owen without dangerous erotic thoughts rolling through his mind.
“Fuck.” Owen looked around their area. “You guys finish the game without our rookie.” He slammed his glass to the table and Adrian jumped. Owen cursed and stood. “Come with me.”
Adrian started at the vehemence in Owen’s voice. His eyes narrowed and his jaw ticked. Adrian’s pulse raced and his stomach knotted. “What?”
“You’ve had too much to drink.”
Was Owen pissed? Maybe his insinuations weren’t as camouflaged as he’d believed.
“I’m getting you out of here before you say something you’ll regret.”
He was pissed. Shit. “I already have regrets. But I’m a big boy and even if I get a little drunk, I can handle myself.” He’d shut the fuck up and drink his beer.
“That’s an order.” Owen grabbed his arm, banding his fingers around Owen’s biceps and tugged him from the group. “Let’s get you some coffee.”
“I don’t need coffee.” As much as he liked Owen touching him, he didn’t want to be treated like Danny’s little brother. “I’ll take another shot of whiskey.”
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“You did profess to know what I need.” They paused a few feet away from the group and stood toe to toe. Adrian was breathing hard—from arousal, from defiance.
“Adrian, we need to talk.”
“We can do that here.” He didn’t want to hear what Owen had to say, didn’t want the fantasy to end.
“Privately.” Owen’s green eyes sparked and his mouth formed a tight line. “Listen rookie, you better learn to take orders.” He stood straighter. “Get your ass in the backroom. We’re going to have a little talk before you get exactly what you need.” He shoved Adrian toward the back of the bar.
Adrian walked, acutely aware of Owen following close behind him. He jerked open the supply room door and stomped into the dimly lit room. He spun around as Owen slammed the door.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Owen leaned against the door, his hands balled into fists at his side.
Should Adrian apologize? Pretend ignorance? “Drinking, celebrating. Buying all my friends a beer. Come on, let me buy you another one.” He took a step toward the door. “I could use another round myself.”
“I think you’ve had enough.”
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one of the guys on the beat—or nothing. He had to step out of Danny’s shadow. At work and in life. “I’m not Danny’s little brother anymore. You don’t need to babysit me.”
“Is that what you think I want?” Owen pushed Adrian against a stack of crates closing the space between them. “You’ll always be Danny’s little brother, but believe me I’m not looking to babysit you.”
Adrian inhaled sharply. Owen’s breath, carrying the sweet scent of Irish whiskey, warmed Adrian’s lips. Owen braced his palms flat against the crate, framing Adrian within the circumference of his arms.
“I don’t know what you want.”
Owen growled. “Aside from what I’ve always wanted?”
“And what would that be?”
“Christ Adrian, I was always so scared Danny would see through me. If he knew my thoughts, knew what I wanted to do to his little brother he would have kicked my ass.”
“What do you want to do because if you’re about to kiss me, god, please don’t make me wait.” He hesitantly rested his hands on Owen’s hips. The moment was heavy, poignant for both of them. Adrian could barely breathe as he waited for Owen to say…to do something…anything.
“I’ve been waiting for you, hoping you felt the same. The way you’ve spoken to me tonight. The way you look at me. Fuck, do you know what you do to me?” He rocked
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his pelvis into Adrian’s. His cock was hard, stretching the denim of his jeans. “I need you, but I don’t want to push you into something you don’t want.”
Adrian stared hard at Owen. All the years of longing, of pining for this man. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Owen took a breath to speak, but Adrian cut him off. “Never mind. I don’t care why.”
He crashed his lips onto Owen’s. He kept his eyes open—couldn’t look away, could risk missing a moment of the rapture on Owen’s face—as he guided his mouth over Owen’s, tasting the seam, wanting inside. Owen parted his lips and Adrian dipped in for the first delicious taste. Lips sealed to lips, sending a shiver of awareness, hotter than lightning, streaking down Adrian’s spine, searing a trail into his balls and warming him from cock to buttocks. He shifted his head, opened wider and claimed Owen’s mouth. Tongue rubbed along tongue. Hot. Wet. Passionate.
Owen groaned and at the same time, gripped Adrian’s ass and urged him closer, grinding his cock into Adrian’s rigid erection already leaking pre-cum. Owen’s body was hard beneath Adrian’s fingertips as he navigated his way to Owen’s ass.
Hands were everywhere, stroking, gripping, trying to get closer. Adrian slipped his fingers under Owen’s shirt at his lower back and into the waistband of Owen’s jeans, trekking his fingertips over the curve of Owen’s ass.
Owen growled, pivoted and pinned Adrian to the wall. “I’ve wanted this…wanted you for so long.” With a slow gyration, he swiveled his hips and created an intense erotic friction between their bodies.
Adrian buried his nose against Owen’s flesh, nuzzling him just beneath his ear. The tease of his cologne, the masculine scent of his flesh, left him dizzy with desire. Desire www.DemandingRomance.com
to kiss and touch where they had more privacy. He flicked his tongue against Owen’s neck. “I need you now,” he pleaded. “Does the door lock?” He wedged his hand between them and traced the edge of Owen’s erection, grazing the rounded head through his jeans with his fingertips.
Owen rested his forehead against Adrian’s. Noses touching long the sides. The moment was intimate, promising a deeper connection. “I remember the day Danny introduced us.”
“So do I.” As if it were yesterday. Danny had brought Owen to a family barbecue for the Fourth of July. That night, watching the fireworks, Danny and Julie had kissed as they sat on a blanket. Owen had stared into the sky…and Adrian had stared at Owen.
“You’d just come in from playing basketball with friends. Your shorts hung on your hips.” Owen braced his hands on Adrian’s hips. “You weren’t wearing a shirt. Sweat slicked your chest.” He tugged on the hem of Adrian’s shirt. Adrian lifted his arms and Owen stripped it off. “I watched a drop. Wanted to trace it with my tongue.” He trailed a finger around Adrian’s nipple. Adrian shivered and his stomach clenched. “You were so young.”
He palmed Owen’s cock. “Old enough to know then that I was attracted to you.” A smile played over his mouth remembering how hard his cock had been, and how he’d been so scared that someone would notice. That someone would figure out he was into guys. He’d been in high school. Maybe he had been too young then. He wasn’t now.
Adrian tugged on the snap of Owen’s jeans, peeled opened the denim and slipped his hand into the front, cupping the warm, swollen length of Owen’s cock.
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“Oh, yes,” Owen said on a breath, covered Adrian’s hand with his own, and pressed hard into his palm.
Their lips met again as Adrian worked his fingers into the front of Owen’s tight sexy underwear. The kisses were divine. Tongues, lips, teeth. Adrian sucked and nibbled, eating at Owen’s mouth. Finally he had Owen’s hard heated shaft in his palm, his fingers curling around the girth. Pre-cum moistened the crown. With a gentle touch, Adrian traced the flared rim and followed the thick pulsing vein running the underside.
Adrian inched back. “I’m about to commit a lewd act in public.” He smiled as he slowly dropped to his knees.
Owen stared down at him, with his arms braced against the wall. “Cops watch each other’s back.”
Adrian tugged Owen’s jeans over his hips until they bunched at his knees. “Hmm. Not sure how I should take that.” He held Owen’s balls in his hand and stroked his thumb over the soft pouch. Owen’s cut cock lengthened and hardened further in Adrian’s fist. Veins, thick and pulsing, roped the thick stalk. Clear fluids seeped from the deep slit and glistened on the blunt head. Adrian leaned forward and rolled his tongue over the glans. Dropping lower and lifting the shaft upright, he licked Owen from root to tip. Adrian’s eyes slid closed as he covered the corona with his mouth and took Owen deep, so deep until Owen’s cock head bumped the back of his throat. Then he relaxed and took him deeper.
Owen moaned and threaded his fingers into Adrian’s hair. He rocked his hips, carefully fucking Adrian’s face. Inside, Adrian trembled. The heady intensity of sucking Owen’s cock, of feeling the muscle of his thigh flex beneath his hand. Adrian smoothed a palm over Owen’s flank, touching him as he fisted Owen’s cock with his other hand and www.DemandingRomance.com
sucked. He was hot and velvety smooth in his mouth. Wetter. Sexier. Adrian bobbed on the shaft, licking, curling his tongue around the rim, then running his tongue along the length.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” He pumped hard into Adrian’s mouth.
Adrian ripped from Owen and sat back on his haunches.
Owen’s muscled contracted. He doubled over, grabbed his cock and continued to pump his fist. “Fuck, don’t stop now. Need to come. I’ll warn you if you don’t want to swallow.”
Adrian laughed. “I’m not a pussy. I’ll swallow.” He’d love to suck the cum from Owen’s nuts, drink him down and leave him spent. “But I was hoping you’d lock that door and fuck me instead.”
Owen stopped pumping his cock, hauled Adrian to his feet and kissed him again. “Just hearing you say you want me to fuck you is enough to make me shoot.”
“Fuck me,” Adrian whispered. “I want your cock in my ass as I fuck my fist until we both blow.”
“Keep talking, baby.” His hands fumbled with Adrian’s jeans. “Since you’re not using that dirty mouth to suck my cock.” He popped the buttons and slid his palms into the seat, holding Adrian close. “Strip,” he said, forcing Adrian’s jeans lower and squeezing his ass.
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Adrian smiled and lifted Owen’s shirt and ripped it over his head. “The door.” Having one of the guys walk in—or worse one of Owen’s family members—would be a nightmare.
“Fuck the door.” Owen cupped Adrian’s skull. With ravenous need, he kissed Adrian, angled his head and rained kisses along his jaw, down his neck and gently nipped his collarbone. He licked his way to Adrian’s nipple.
“No. Fuck me.” Adrian melted against the wall. His cock throbbed, his balls ached. Every touch, kiss and word from Owen sent heat surging through his body. “But fuck me with the door locked.”
Owen laughed. “You’ll have to learn how to perform under pressure, rookie.”
“Do you plan on fucking me in public locations? Or will this be an isolated incident?”
Owen straightened. His eyes focused intently on Adrian. His determined mouth tightened as he traced Adrian’s brow with his fingertips. “This isn’t isolated, Adrian.”
“I didn’t mean to put any pressure on whatever this is.” He certainly didn’t want to make tonight heavy with baggage. Just because Adrian had the fantasy of Owen, didn’t make this a relationship. Tonight he’d be content with the moment. Tomorrow he could ponder the consequences.
“There is no pressure—just truth. My player days are over. Have been for a while. I’ve waited for the right time, wondering if there ever would be a right time. Honestly, if Danny hadn’t died, I don’t know what would’ve happened.”
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“We can debate the what ifs. But Danny wouldn’t care who you were involved with— even me.” Adrian believed that. Danny just would’ve wanted them to be sure of their involvement so he’d never end up in the middle of a breakup. “Danny loved you.”
“He loved you, too.”
“I know but he could be overprotective.” He’d worried too much. Adrian had never been as reckless as Danny believed.
“And you don’t think I will be”
“This is different.” Adrian leaned in and nibbled Owen’s lower lip. “I want you to be controlling and telling me what to do.” He slid his tongue into Owen’s mouth, kissing him deeply, but there was also surrender in the kiss. He ached to belong to this man. “Make me beg for cock.”
Owen released him and lightly smacked his ass. “Lock the door.” Owen bent and tugged off his boots then stripped out of his clothes. He walked to the shelves on the left side of the room and grabbed a box of condoms.
Adrian leaned against the door. “You keep condoms in the stockroom?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Who else have you been fucking in here?”
Owen chuckled. “Lube, too.” He tossed a single use packet.
Adrian caught it in the air. “I’m not sure if I should be thankful or jealous.”
“Thankful. They’re Greg’s.”
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Adrian laughed. “So, in other words, this is where the Murphy crew take their breaks when they’re working the bar.”
“Not me. And I don’t want to think about Eva having sex. This is Greg’s love nest, but I’m sure I’ll hear about it tomorrow once he figures out we’ve both disappeared from the party.”
Would Owen’s family approve? God, would his? Warmth seeped into his chest. Yeah, his mom and pop worried about Owen after Danny’s death. They’d want him to be happy. “I’m not sure I believe you.” Owen was hot—in and out of his uniform.
“You’re the only one.”
“So you’ve been celibate waiting for me to grow up?”
Owen gave a snort. “I didn’t say that and you’ve been grown up for a few years. I stayed away out of respect for your family.” A lecherous smile curled his lips. “I’d rather have fucked you on your eighteenth birthday.”
“Barely legal.”
“I’m a law man.” Owen snatched a condom from the box. God, he was beautiful. His broad shoulders tapered to a trim waist. Tanned and hard. The man oozed sex. His cock was thick and long surrounded by dark curls. His sac hung between his muscular legs. Dark hair swirled over his thighs. “We can thank Greg for the lock, too. Dad installed it when he walked in on Greg with his pants around his ankles.” Owen laughed. “Said he had to protect Mom.”
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Adrian twisted the lock. A turbulent sea of wild and deep emotions crashed within him. Fear. Disbelief. Worry of regret. Desperation. As he shed his shoes and jeans, he only knew he needed this—needed Owen. He was torn between rushing and prolonging the anticipation of finally having Owen as his lover.
Owen stood a few feet away, watching Adrian, his fingers wrapped around his cock and slowly stroking the shaft.
Pressure clamped down on Adrian’s chest.
Owen hurried to him. “Hey, are you okay?” He combed his fingers through Adrian’s hair, grazing his thumb over Adrian’s cheek.
“I thought you were pissed at me when you called me back here.”
“Ah, Adrian, I’m sorry.” He cupped the back of Adrian’s skull and pulled him in close. “We don’t have to be here.”
Adrian pushed back and stared into Owen’s passion-clouded irises. “I’d be anywhere with you.” He closed his eyes, feeling Owen’s rough palm slide against his skin. His heart pounded and his stomach quivered. Inside he trembled. “I need to be with you.” More than he needed breath.
Owen released a shuddering exhale and ran his hands over Adrian’s shoulders, down his chest until he wrapped his arms around his waist. Their cock touched, gently rubbing between their stomachs. “In another minute, I would’ve made my move in front of the guys.”
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“But I don’t want us to be a part of the celebration.” Fear welled in Adrian’s throat. He swallowed hard. Owen felt so good against him—too good. “I want you to fuck me. But I’ve loved you too long for a one-night stand. I need to know now if tomorrow we go back to being just friends.”
Owen brushed a kiss to his lips. “We don’t have to hide our involvement—and as far as I’m concerned we are involved.”
Adrian smiled.
“I didn’t miss the love in your statement,” Owen said. “I love you too, god, but I’m in love with you.”
Adrian sizzled from the tips of his toes to his dizzying mind. Love. He’d never said the word to another man…never wanted to because he’d always been in love with Owen. And here Owen was naked, aroused and saying all Adrian had ever wanted to hear.
“We still need to be careful,” Owen cautioned. “I don’t want to be gossip for the department.”
“Fucking me in your family’s bar is okay. At the station I’ll keep my tongue out of your mouth.”
“At least when anyone is around.”
“Good to know. Now kiss me.” Soft lips. Hot tongue. Adrian banded his arms around Owen’s shoulders and massaged the back of Owen’s neck as he opened wider and deepened the kiss. Talk was over and Owen kissed with intent. His tongue explored, conquered then retreated, relinquishing control to Adrian. Cocks sparred, bumping and www.DemandingRomance.com
grinding, rocking against each other. Adrian broke from the kiss and gasped a breath. “Now fuck me.”
Owen closed his eyes and breathed a kiss to Adrian’s lips. The softest touches then feathering kisses along Adrian’s jaw as he tore open the condom package.
Adrian braced his hands on Owen’s shoulders. Owen’s lips plucked his nipple, worshipped his flesh as he trailed kisses across Adrian’s quivering abdominals. Then lower.
“Oh, god yes.” Adrian grasped his dick at the root. Owen encased Adrian’s cock in the scorching heated haven of his mouth. He sucked, slowly drawing his lips along the length as he sheathed his own cock in the condom. Adrian moaned.
Owen kissed his way back up Adrian’s torso, rubbing his thighs, his waist, over the washboard grooves of his ribs and the hard planes of his stomach. Adrian was breathless yet surging with need. His ass ached for the solid thickness of Owen’s cock, but mourned the loss of his mouth and touches as Owen lifted him onto one of the crates. Their gazes locked. Adrian leaned back, lifted his legs and spread his thighs.
“So fucking hot.” Owen groaned, dropped to his knees and spread Adrian’s cheeks. Warm breath blew across his flesh then Owen flicked his tongue against Adrian’s pink hole.
Adrian moaned dropped his head back and closed his eyes. Owen’s stiffened tongue toyed with his opening, softening the muscles, relaxing Adrian into a sexual euphoria. Owen circled the opening, thrust the tip of his tongue inside then gently sucked the tissues. The rimming had his balls tightening and his cock throbbing. But he wanted more. “I want your cock. Now, Owen. Fuck me. Please.” www.DemandingRomance.com
Owen stood. Tearing open the packet, he squirted lube into his hand and slicked his cock. Using the remainder, he smeared slippery gel over Adrian’s entrance, sliding two fingers into his ass.
“Fuck.” Adrian grabbed his thighs and pulled his knees toward his ears. Twisting and turning, Owen continued to spear his fingers into Adrian’s ass, opening him up. “I’m ready. Fuck me.” Adrian braced his feet against Owen’s shoulders.
Angling his cock, Owen pressed the knob against Adrian’s anus. With slight pressure, he eased the head in. Adrian tightened against the intrusion. The burn and stretch flashing pleasure along his spine. He contoured his torso and Owen slid a fraction deeper. “Fuck. Feels good,” Owen said.
Easing out, Owen then drilled in farther, inching forward slowly until the muscles melted around his cock and he slid deep. Wrapping his hands around Adrian’s thigh, he leveraged him higher and glided his cock in and out, picking up his rhythm.
Heat seared Adrian’s ass. Inner tissues swelled against Owen’s thick cock. Owen grunted, slamming in harder, faster.
Adrian reached between his legs, grasped his cock and stroked in tempo with Owen’s pounding. Faster. The crate groaned under his weight. Owen grunted, his jaw clenched and his mouth hardened into a tight line. “Goddamn.” His bruising fingertips dug into Adrian’s legs. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Each expletive thrust him into Adrian’s ass.
Adrian lost the edge. He jackknifed hard. Pressure exploded in his balls and heat flashed through his body. Cum streaked through his shaft in sharp convulsive pulls and
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erupted from the slit. Ropes of cream crisscrossed his torso, splashing onto his stomach and trickling over his hand. He came hard, contracting his anal muscles around Owen.
Owen pistoned his hips, driving toward release. Then every muscle tensed, his body became rigid as he thrust deep and growled as he came. “Fuck.” Adrian could feel the rhythmic contractions deep in his ass as Owen spewed his load into the latex. His chest rose and fell as he gasped for breath and then like the calm after a virulent storm, he relaxed, his grip on Adrian’s legs lightening. His cock slipped from Adrian’s ass.
Owen leaned forward and kissed Adrian’s chest, tasting Adrian’s cum from his flesh. Adrian was held mesmerized, held in a moment heavy with intimacy. Owen’s kiss was emotional…worshipful.
“Come here.” Adrian wrapped his legs around Owen’s hips. Groins touching, Adrian leaned forward and Owen curled his fingers around the nape of Adrian’s neck. Lips glided over lips, a passionate meeting of mouths and tongues. Tilting his head, Adrian slithered his tongue over Owen’s teeth, sucked his lip then licked his way back inside his mouth.
“I want to stay in here and fuck you again, but I’m sure our absence has been noticed.”
Adrian laughed. “As long as my tab is open, no one will care.” He dropped his legs. “So do you want to get dressed? I’ll buy you a drink.”
“Perks of having a bar. I’ll buy you one.”
Five minutes later, Adrian was dressed. Owen raked his blunt nails through his mustache and goatee.
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Adrian twisted the lock. “You look good. Let’s go.”
Owen glanced around the stockroom, quickly grabbed the box of condoms and stashed them back on the shelf. “Ready.”
Together they left the room and walked toward the pool tables. “I want that drink.”
Owen placed his hand on Adrian’s lower back. Adrian’s heart skipped a beat but he relaxed and weaved his way along the perimeter toward the bar. He took a stool and Owen went behind the counter. If anyone noticed how he and Owen had returned together, they didn’t say anything.
Greg smiled as he wiped down the counter. “Captain is looking for you,” he said to Adrian then turned to Owen. “I told him he was with you.”
Owen nodded and took two shot glasses from the stack. He poured both shots and set one in front of Adrian. “I’m never going to think of Danny again when I drink a shot of Irish whiskey.” He picked up his glass, leaned over the counter and spoke quietly. “I’m going to think about the taste on your tongue when you kissed me.” He tipped is head back and downed the drink.
Fuck. What could Adrian do? He drank the shot. “Now I’m going to want you to kiss me again.”
“Later. When I get you home.” Owen backed away as the captain approached.
“O’Rourke.” Captain Arnot rested a meaty hand on Adrian’s shoulder. He glanced to Owen. “Murphy.”
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“Captain. Ready for a pint?” Owen took the glass and held it under the tap.
The captain nodded and sat on the stool next to Adrian. “So how are you getting along with your new partner?”
Adrian lifted his gaze to Owen. He liked his lover just fine, but he had no idea who he’d been assigned to. He turned back to the captain. “Still haven’t heard.”
Arnot raised a brow. “Thought you would’ve said something,” he said to Owen.
“Haven’t had the chance.”
“You know?” Adrian snapped his gaze to Owen. His pulse spiked. Why hadn’t Owen said anything?
“Of course he knows. Came into my office the day you entered the academy.” He took the beer from Owen. “More or less told me he wouldn’t work with anyone else. O’Rourke, meet your new partner. Be good to him, Murphy, because I owe his old man…and his brother.” Arnot sniffed hard as if he was holding back his emotions.
Adrian stared at Owen. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Owen gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head.
“Not good enough. I want to know why you didn’t tell me. I’ve been buying rounds all night. None of those earned me a little disclosure?” Did fucking him in the backroom warrant a bit of truth? “Does everyone else know?” Was Adrian the only one who didn’t?
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“I can explain,” he said. “Come with me so we can talk?”
“I think we’ve done enough communicating for tonight.” He might be overreacting, but damn it, he was and drowning in uncertainty. He stood from the stool. “I’m going to go finish my game of pool with Trent and Bobby.” He shook Arnot’s hand. “Thanks for the opportunity. Have another beer on me.” He turned and walked away.
Jamming his hands into his pockets, Adrian hid the slight tremble. Why wouldn’t Owen tell him? Any time over the last few months…fuck the last few hours? Owen could have told him they were going to be partners. Like before Adrian dropped to his knees and sucked his cock, or before he spread his legs for Owen to fuck him. Betrayal burned like acid in his gut.
“Keep walking,” Owen said, grabbing Adrian by the arm and hauling him toward the back of the room.
“Fuck you.”
“I’m ready and we know where the condoms are.”
“You know that’s not what I meant. We’re not having sex.” Insecurity churned in his gut. The earlier encounter in the backroom became tainted. The good feelings, knowing there was something special happening in that room, were gone. A relationship would only work if they were equal partners and Owen evidently couldn’t stop protecting Adrian. “I don’t fuck my babysitters.”
Owen propelled him forward. “Honestly, I don’t know why you’re upset.”
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Owen’s brows furrowed. “I didn’t lie.” He swung open the backroom door, pushed Adrian in, and kicked it closed.
“You lied by omission. You should have said something.”
“Yes, maybe I should have. I’m telling you now. I want you for my partner on the job…but Christ Adrian, I need a partner in my life. Tonight isn’t about your job! What happened in here is about us.”
“How am I supposed to know where you’re coming from? Until tonight, I never knew you were interested in me. You had to know how I felt about you…at least had some inclination. It’s not like I’ve hid my interest. I’m not that good at hiding my feelings.”
Owen leaned against the door. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I’d done such a good job at hiding mine.” He glanced at his feet then raised his gaze to Adrian’s again. “If you want another partner, I’ll talk to the captain.” He scrubbed his face with his palm.
“Is that all you have to say? Because that isn’t what I want to hear.” Adrian closed the space between them. “What about us?”
“Fuck Adrian, I’m not willing to walk away.”
“Then what are you willing to do?” He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the man he loved and taking a stand. He knew what he wanted. Fuck the job, he wanted Owen. “What do you want?” Adrian inhaled, breathing in Owen’s scent, holding back his wants, hoping to get what he needed.
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“Just you, baby.” He pulled Adrian into his arms and held him tightly. “Just you. I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I couldn’t tell you about the job because I couldn’t work with you without you knowing how I felt.” He glided his mouth over Adrian’s, parting his lips with his tongue. Adrian groaned and slipped deeper into the kiss, clutching fistfuls of Owen’s shirt.
“You taste like Irish whiskey.” And Adrian wanted to get drunk.
Owen rested his forehead against Adrian’s. “Will you let me take you home now?”
Yes. “How fast can you drive?”
“With lights and sirens?” Owen grinned. “We can slip out the back.”
“Just take me home, Owen.” He’d wanted to be with Owen, wanted to feel his hands and lips for so long. Tonight felt like a beginning—not just as a rookie but discovering the man he wanted to be—and the man he wanted to be with.
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Ten Inches By AJ Hardcourt COPYRIGHT 2011 by AJ Hardcourt www.DemandingRomance.com Ten inches of snow has fallen…and so has Nick…for his sexy as hell best friend Ian. Nick would do anything for him…to him. Too bad Ian’s straight.
When a snowstorm strands them at the ski lodge, Nick and Ian choose to get a room. Can a cold day of snowboarding lead to a hot night between the sheets?
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The heat in Ian’s eyes had Nick’s blood warming. Hot, chaotic pulses thrummed through his system. His cock was hard, his heart pounded, but it wasn’t fear surging adrenaline through his body.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out.”
Nick laughed. “Attraction isn’t hard to figure out.” He set the beer on the counter. The room closed in on him, narrowing until his only focus was Ian. The heavy, rapid breaths he drew. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Why are you nervous?” And Ian was. His fingers tapped against his thigh.
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“Because every time I think about you, I sweat. I’ve always agreed with my dick. Big tits, blonde hair, you know me, I’m a man whore. And I love a nice ass.” Ian released a shuddering exhale and leaned against the wall. “But I guess about six months ago, something changed. I told myself my attraction to you was because we were spending too much time together. But then I only wanted to be with you more.” Ian thumped his head against the wall. “I admit I’ve tried to convince myself that I’m not gay, because I love women. But I can’t deny what I feel when I’m with you. I can’t pretend anymore.”
Nick stuffed his hands into his pockets. “So you suggest we strip, fuck around, spend the night together and then you’ll work the gay out of your system?”
Ian furrowed his brow. “No. I want to strip and fuck all night, sleep a bit, fuck again, rip some flake and then go home together.” Ian closed the space between them. “Label me gay if you want, although I don’t believe labels apply to us. If you had tits and a pussy, I’d still want to fuck you.”
Nick shuddered and took a step back. “Listen Ian, you know I’m attracted to you. Everyone is attracted to you.” The space behind the mini bar grew warm and tight. Just like he knew Ian’s ass would be.
“Do you want to fuck me?” There was no mischief, humor or innuendo in Ian’s request. The bluntly stated words had Nick’s cock fighting against the zipper of his boarding vent pants.
“No.” Anyone else, Nick would already have his pants down and his dick out. But he didn’t want to be some experimental fuck for Ian to discover his sexual orientation.
“Liar.”
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“Okay, you’re right. I think you’re hot. And yes, I’ve imagined sex between us.”
Ian picked up Nick’s beer, tipped it to his lips and took several long swallows. “Thinking about you beating off, as you think about me, gets me hot.” He stroked his hand up the beer, smearing the cold sweat from the bottle. “Then I have to beat off thinking about you.”
“Fuck, Ian. What do you expect me to do?” He knew what he wanted to do. Nick didn’t think his cock had ever been harder. Here was the opportunity he’d dreamed of. A day—perhaps the whole night—to fuck his best friend. To feel those full lips against his own. To suck his cock, touch his body…But what if after, regrets killed their friendship. Once they’d fucked, could they go back to being just friends? “I don’t want to be your first.”
Ian closed the space between them. “Nick, baby, you’re going to be my only.” He rested his hand on Nick’s skin-hugging, thermal shirt.
Nick grasped his hand. He stared hard into Ian’s eyes and slowly inched Ian’s hand down his torso, across his pectorals, on route to his groin. Nick’s abdominals quivered. Although, he guided Ian, Ian wasn’t fighting the direction. “Are you sure?”
Ian’s fingertips paused at the waistband of Nick’s pants. “Honestly, I’m not sure what scares me more. Following through…or stopping now.”
Nick wrapped his fingers around the nape of Ian’s neck. Ian’s skin was hot. Breaths blended. Regardless of the consequences, Nick was going to kiss him. “We can always stop…but we can’t go back.”
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Chamber of Secrets by Noel Kasey COPYRIGHT 2010 by Noel Kasey www.DemandingRomance.com Andrew Moore is sharing the moment of a lifetime with Khalid, a friend but also the man filling his erotic dreams. However, in the ancient Egyptian burial chamber, he unearths more than the secrets of the past. Will the discovery of a lover in a past life change his future with Khalid?
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Andrew ran his fingertips over the servant drawn to the right of the main image. A flash of heat surged up his arm. Andrew gasped and jerked his hand back, but the heat intensified. Energy sizzled over his flesh. Muscles cramped and his body convulsed. His cock hardened and his blood seemed to boil within him. Euphoric numbness dizzied his mind. Unable to pull away, he touched the solid stone, yet his fingers faded, sinking into the hieroglyph.
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“Andrew!” Khalid’s voice drifted into the distance. Andrew tried to reach for him, tried to grasp on and hold him, but Khalid spun, morphing into oblivion. His image had nearly disappeared. Panic crashed over Andrew.
“Khalid!” He cried out, but words floated unheard into the encroaching darkness. Darker. The lantern blew out and then Andrew was gone.
Andrew spiraled into nothingness. The world was gone…Khalid was gone. He choked, unable to breathe under the crushing weight of the darkness.
***** “Enter.” The harsh order weaved through the fog of his thoughts. Andrew tried to focus, but his head swam in confusion. He tried to take a step but his legs were weak and trembled under his weight. “Is this insolence?” The words were spoken in Old Egyptian—2500 BC.
“Kneel before your master, slave.” The rough order grated over Andrew. A hard jab to his back sent him to his knees. His palms hit the marble flooring. Pain knifed through his bones. He gasped for breath. Where the fuck was he? Last he remembered he’d been with Khalid, about to enter the burial chamber. Khalid! He jolted upright. Another blow to the back sent him to the floor again.
“You need a lesson in respect.” The lash of a whip snapped in the air a split second before the stinging spines lashed across his bare flesh. Andrew flinched, his muscles quivering with searing pain.
“No!” the other man bellowed. “Enough.”
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Andrew drew in slow breaths and tried to wrap his mind around the hallucination. What other explanation was there? Except the thrash of the whip had felt real enough. The bloom of heat continued to pulse beneath his skin. And all he wore was a loincloth made of linen. His fantasy would include Khalid in a loincloth, or better yet, nothing at all.
Andrew stared at his hands. He wasn’t Egyptian, yet his skin was bronzed and scarred. His nails were short and his fingertips calloused. He remained in the submissive pose. Two men were on his right and several more were on his left. He couldn’t see beyond a few feet in front of him. The room was shrouded in shadows. Andrew listened. That he understood the words was just as strange.
“Leave us.” The men surrounding Andrew shuffled from the room. No one spoke and the room grew quiet. “Guard the door,” the commanding voice told the last man. “No one is to enter.”
Should he fight…flee? How far would he get? Andrew’s heart thundered. Wait, this was his fantasy. Whipping had never been a fetish of his. Maybe it was since he’d already been thrashed once…and the burn aroused. His cock prodded against the thin material barely concealing his erection.
“Anum.”
The whispered word sent a shiver over his flesh. “Yes.” His name. Somehow two worlds began to blend. He was Anum, a servant. A lover. He lifted his eyes. Khalid. His word was a chant, a mantra to his master. Khalid? How could it be?
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