“Come here,” Elijah grunted as he hauled Camden tighter against him for another kiss.
Kissing wasn’t something Elijah often engaged in with his sex partners. First, not everyone knew how. The worst thing in the world was a sloppy kisser who left your mouth and face feeling wet in that non-sexy kind of way. Second, even if they knew how, kissing required an intimacy Elijah rarely allowed between himself and the fucks he picked up here and there whenever the need arose. But kissing Camden was something spiritual. The way the softness of his lips met Elijah’s press for press with just the right amount of pressure to make Elijah want to drink from this man’s mouth for as long as he could connected to something deeper than just physical pleasure.
Each kiss ramped up the hunger growing in his belly. He could pretend the need coiling inside him like a tight spring was a surprise to him. But the truth was he’d been aching for this since he crossed paths with Camden in Captain Searlington’s office. Even though he’d been foolish enough to think the desire this man sparked in him was something he could ignore or toss aside.
The tight squeeze of Camden’s palm surrounding Elijah’s flesh pulled a needy groan from his parted lips. Camden must have understood the nonverbal “More” buried in the animalistic sound, because he moved Elijah’s hand from his own cock and gripped both of them together.
The feel of his dick pressed so closely to Camden’s was nearly Elijah’s undoing. He bit down into his lip, the sting preventing him from falling over into overwhelming pleasure.
“Close” was all Elijah could muster on a shaky breath. If he’d been with any other man, his lack of control would embarrass him. But when his gaze locked with Camden’s, he saw the same need, the same desperation in the tight muscles of Camden’s neck and face. He wasn’t the only one being swept under the strong tow of desire. Camden was right there with him.
The only thing Elijah cared about was feeling the slide of Camden’s hand around him, and how satisfying his release would be.
Two more strokes, and the familiar tingle sparked at the bottom of his spine. His muscles tensed, and the electric wave of passion bloomed and spread through his nerve endings. His balls pulled up tight, and his breath locked in his chest as the first jet of his cum released and landed on Camden’s hand.
If he’d been in control of his body, he would’ve watched as Camden spilled over into oblivion right after him. He would’ve reveled in the hungry sounds Camden was making as his cock pulsed next to Elijah’s. If he’d been able to do anything but surrender to the wave of pleasure he was drowning in, he’d have swallowed those delicious sounds Camden was making with a desperate kiss that left them both gasping for air. But he was too wrapped up in the sensations Camden’s touch garnered, so all he could do was brace himself against the massage table and hope not to fall to the floor like a rock.
Camden fell against Elijah’s chest with a hard thump, knocking them both onto the massage table in an awkward pile.
They were sticky with sweat and quickly cooling cum. If there was ever a picture of a disheveled mess, Elijah was certain they fit the bill. But no matter how much of a mess they were, relief and comfort spread through him, soothing him in ways that would make Elijah uncomfortable if he thought about it long enough.
But the soft kisses Camden placed against his cheek and the lazy way the man ran his fingers through Elijah’s loose locs made it impossible for Elijah to think about anything other than the satisfaction Camden’s touch gave him.
Camden was never to be more than what he’d been, a quick fuck for one night in his distant past. But now and then, even their thin ties or lack of acquaintanceship didn’t mask what had always been. With the least amount of effort, Camden had an innate ability to make Elijah’s body tremble.
Elijah should be ashamed of that. His lack of control should disgust him. He was a cop. A trained officer of the law. If he couldn’t control himself, then who could?
He’d regret it tomorrow. He knew he would. How could he not? Their complicated history added to the current issue of Camden’s safety meant becoming sexually involved with Camden would cost him more grief than he’d want to consider. But in this moment, the only thing his mind wondered was how long before they could do that again.
He was so fucked.
Chapter Nine
INhis peripheral vision Elijah caught a quick glance of Camden stepping out of the basement bathroom and fixing his clothing. He knew he should say something. But he didn’t think “Thanks for the hand job, but that can never happen again” would go down well five seconds after they’d peeled themselves apart.
So instead of manning up right then and there, Elijah took his turn in the bathroom to clean away the evidence of their mistake. He washed his hands and tried to avoid his reflection in the mirror. Too ashamed to look at himself, he sucked in a deep breath and resolved to put on his big boy pants and say what he needed to say.
He opened the door, straightening his back, trying to find the strength to speak. “Camden—” Camden lifted his hand, cutting his words short.
“Is this the part where you tell me that was a mistake? Because if it is, save it. We’re both adults, we both wanted it.”
Elijah nodded. Camden wasn’t using tricky lawyer speak to mince words. It was direct, clear truth. Elijah had wanted every minute. But his desire for Camden didn’t change the facts of their situation. Camden was off-limits. Elijah just needed to convince them both of that.
“It still needs to be said, though. This can’t happen again. I fucked up in letting it happen now. If anyone ever found out, I’d lose my badge. If something happened to you because I was off my game… there’s just too much that could go wrong. Camden, I—”
Whatever he was about to say died on his tongue when he heard a creak in the above floorboards that rattled him. He stepped closer to Camden and put a hand over his mouth, signaling Camden to be silent. Elijah kept his hand over Camden’s lips, searching for the faint sound that had tripped his internal panic button.
Elijah waited a beat, hoping he imagined the slight disturbance, the usual noises of a house settling. But the slow creak of wooden floors bearing weight above him sent Elijah’s cop senses into overdrive.
He removed his hand from Camden’s mouth and hastened to a hidden panel in a nearby wall. He pressed against it and dialed the numeric code into the waiting keypad. When the lock tumbled open, he pulled the lever on the safe door, and removed a holster. In one smooth motion, it was around his shoulders. Next, he removed a loaded Glock from the safe.
He reached inside the safe again and picked up a pair of handcuffs and car keys. He shoved the handcuffs in his pockets and handed the car keys to Camden.
“Stay here while I check it out. If you hear gunfire, I want you to leave through the cellar doors, go over my fence into my neighbor’s yard, and access the street. You should find a dark blue sedan right in front of their house. Keep driving until you find a cop or a precinct. Do not come back looking for me.”
Camden’s eyes were wide with shock and apprehension. “But what about you?”
Elijah shook his head. “Don’t worry about me. If you need to, run, Camden.”
