Not just that, but to go alone?
Heknewthe answer even if he wouldn’t admit it.
A particular alpha’s face appeared in his mind’s eye. Instead of lingering too long on it, he opened his laptop to research that phone number. Maybe he’d get lucky.
If he continued playing with fire, his luck would surely run out.
5
A couple of days later…
Ayawning, mournful blast of a foghorn rolled in from across the bay. Emerson’s eyes slowly opened to the familiar sound. Outside, the sky was gray. It peeked in through the portholes of his cabin. The rhythmic swaying of the water under the boat nearly lulled him back to sleep and it would have had he not rolled over and hit a warm body beside him. He cracked open an eye again, his mind drawing a blank. All he saw was a wild tuft of dark blond hair and a tanned, muscular back. That didn’t help his memoryat all.
The guy snored softly, snorting a few seconds later.
Emerson sat up, resting his back against the fiberglass bulkhead that formed a headboard of sorts. He scrubbed his face with both hands before shaking whoever his bedmate was by the shoulder.
“Hey… dude… wake up. You gotta go.”
The man beside him growled before lifting his head and sleepily peeking around. One look at his face and the memories of what they’d done in the dark came flooding back. His cock thickened at the mental pictures replaying in his mind—though the man in his mind had dark hair and gray eyes.
“Wherethe fuckam I?”
“My boat,” Emerson muttered. “Time to go.”
The alpha eyed him before a slow, sugary smile spread over his face. “No morning roundthreebefore I leave?”
That wicked smile got Emerson’s dicka littleinterested. He reached over and snatched his watch from the small nightstand to see if there was time to play. “Sadly, I’m late for work as it is.”
He wasn’t exactly late. Harry had never given him a specific start time, per se—they often worked odd hours depending on when a fire arose and came in later on days they didn’t have an investigation, but he was trying to prove to his twin that he actually was responsible. That meant showing up at a somewhat reasonable hour, every day, especially while Harry was on his long-overdue mating trip with Cassidy and Raimy. The trio were sunning themselves on some yacht Quinn McCreary had loaned them while Emerson held things together at the office.
Since Charles Macklin had been tried, convicted, and then suspiciously died in prison, there hadn’t been many fires to investigate. There was the murder he’d been quietly following, but since it wasn’t fire related, he was on the outside looking in. He almost hated to admit he was growing bored. Regardless, hehadto be there, at least until Harrison returned.
The alpha sat up, pouting. “Well, if you’realreadylate… what’s a few more minutes gonna hurt?”
Emerson stared down his nose at the handsome alpha, telling himself no—but impulse control had never been his strong suit, especially when it came to forbidden fruit. Hedragged the sheet off his lap and grinned. “Show me how badly you want it and maybe I’ll agree.”
The alpha wasted no time crawling over and suckling Emerson’s shaft to the back of his throat.
“Fuuuuck,”Emerson growled, sliding one hand through the man’s blond hair.
He was rock hard in no time, the tip of his dick hitting the alpha’s tonsils on every downward stroke. Twisting his fingers in the soft locks, he forced the pace to quicken. He didn’t have all day for some leisurely blow job. He might prefer it, of course, but he needed to get in. The second he felt close to coming, he pulled the guy off his shaft and slid out. Standing on the side of the bed, he grabbed an ankle and dragged the alpha across the bed. He lifted the guy’s legs up, spreading them out of the way and giving him full access.
“Shit, Em… that’ssofucking hot,” the guy said.
“What?”Emerson asked, frowning.
“I’m not exactly small, you know,” the alpha said through labored breaths. “I’ve never had someone manhandle me… not like you can. But then… you’re a big,bigboy, aren’t you?”
Emerson fingered the guy’s hole—still a little gaped from the previous night. “Hand me the lube.”
He handed it over. “It’s hotas fuck.The manhandling, I mean.”
Emerson grunted, pouring a liberal amount of lube in the guy’s hole.
The alpha frowned, his smile fading. “All I get is a grunt?”
“What do you want me to say?” Emerson asked, not making eye contact. He speared two fingers inside the man and primed him for more.
