Harper slid his cock in, bit by bit, pushing halfway in, kissing and nipping Colson’s neck before thrusting hard and at a furious pace. Colson wailed and rocked his hips into Harper while frantically working his cock.
The smell of sex and sweat rose around them, and Harper lost himself in a dizzying whirlpool of pleasure where the only thing that mattered was him and Colson. He held on to Colson’s hips, plunging in and out of his silky heat, knowing the exact moment Colson came as he jerked and twitched beneath him.
“Take it. You want it, don’t you?” He sank his teeth into Colson’s neck and rolled his hips, driving deep, burying his cock to the root, even as Colson moaned. “You’re incredible.”
“Fuck me, Harper. Oh God, please.”
Hearing Colson beg for more even as he came spiraled him to a level of desire he’d never reached. His dick swelled and throbbed, held within the confines of Colson’s hot, tight ass, and his climax rushed over him, leaving nothing but scorching heat in its wake. He closed his eyes, his whole body trembling. Colsonsighed, and Harper rubbed his cheek against his sweat-soaked nape.
“I can’t move just yet.”
“You think I can with you on top of me?” Colson chuckled, the movement stimulating Harper’s overly sensitive dick, and he hissed with the pleasure-pain.
“Wiseass,” he grumbled with a smile he couldn’t keep off his lips.
“Perfect ass, amazing ass, and now adding wiseass to the list.” Colson shifted, and Harper slid out of him.
“You’re all that and more.” Harper knotted the condom and tossed it into the trash. He gazed down at Colson lying naked and deliciously rumpled, blue eyes heavy and lips kiss-swollen.
Mine, he wanted to say.What you are is mine.
But Harper knew he didn’t have the right to make that claim. Colson wasn’t his. He couldn’t be because Harper couldn’t give a single piece of himself away. Everything he had was to make sure David would always be protected.
“Can you stay?” Colson propped up on his elbows. Refusal sprang to his lips, and perhaps Colson saw it because he rushed to add, “It’s only seven thirty. I doubt you’ll turn into a pumpkin before midnight.”
“Move over, Boy Scout,” he growled, and Colson grinned.
***
They’d dozed for an hour when Harper woke up to a gurgling in his ear. “Hungry?” he teased, and Colson turned an adorable shade of pink.
“Well, yeah. I worked all day, straight through breakfast without lunch. Then you came over and attacked me.”
Harper snickered. “You answered the door half-naked. You knew exactly what you were doing.” He pinched Colson’s ass, earning a yelp. “If you wave something pretty in my face, I’m going to touch it.” He squeezed a cheek. “Or kiss it.”
Colson rubbed his cheek against Harper’s chest, and contentment flowed through him like warm honey. He wished…he wished he could split himself in two and be both the brother and lover he wanted to be.
“Since I picked sushi last time and that wasn’t your thing, why don’t you pick tonight?”
“How about burgers and fries?”
“Sounds good. Make mine well-done.”
“Okay. So now I know that aside from having a fabulous ass, you like to chew shoe leather.” Harper pulled up the delivery app, found the burger place they always ordered from at home, and put in Colson’s address. “All done.”
“You think you’re cute, huh?” Colson pretended to glare as he slipped on a pair of boxers and pulled on a T-shirt. Damn, he hated Colson covering up those gorgeous tats. If he had his way, the man would walk around naked all the time in front of him.
“Nah,” Harper shrugged. “I know I am. My clothes are downstairs. You know, in that room where you couldn’t wait to get me naked?”
Colson rolled his eyes. “How do you and that massive ego fit through the door?”
“That’s not all that’s massive. I see you walking funny.” Harper winked and cackled before taking off and running. He found his clothes and grimaced at the wrinkled state of his shirt and pants. “Good thing I have other suits.”
“Water or beer?” Colson asked.
“Water, please.” Colson took out a pitcher, filled it with ice, then water, and poured them each some. “How did you decide to become a police officer and then a detective?”
Harper took his glass but didn’t drink. “I don’t really know. I grew up with a lot of cops and firefighters, and at different points in my life, they helped me. I didn’t have the grades or desire to go to medical or law school, and I figured what the hell, I’ll take the police exam. I passed, and the rest is history.”
