Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
His tone sharpened, cutting but elegant. “And should another boy dare to touch my Sir, it will be the last thing he touches with that hand. So you should leave our table now before you further embarrass yourself by standing in front of a man so far above your worth that your presence here taints the very air my Sir breathes.”
Galan barely controlled his urge to pump his fist in the air.
He cupped Casey’s throat, hand resting over the gleaming collar, and kissed him soundly, pouring every ounce of gratitude and love into it.
It was the best Valentine’s gift he’d ever been given—his boy’s loyalty, spoken to their world for all to hear.
Casey was quiet during the drive home, as if he wanted to give Galan time to soak in what he’d done, the fire in his words, the way his boy had shone tonight like a superstar.
His hand hadn’t left Casey’s thigh the whole ride, possessive but gentle, stroking his thumb in slow circles of devotion over the fine fabric of his tailored pants.
Back at Casey’s condo, he’d barely let the door close before he backed his boy against it and kissed him as if he hadn’t in weeks.
The scent of Casey—clean, powdery, and sweet, blended with the spice from his own cologne—intoxicated him.
Casey melted into him, sighing his name in worship.
The clothes Casey had dressed him in ended up in a trail across the living room floor. Once in the bedroom, Galan slowed everything down, wanting to take his time and show Casey just how much tonight meant.
He lay his boy on the bed and touched him with gentleness, kissed every part of his body with patience, murmuring gratitude into every inch of his boy’s skin.
“You gave me the best night of my entire life, sweetheart,” Galan whispered as he slid inside him, slow and deep.
Casey gasped his name again and again with every thrust.
Their rhythm was unhurried but intense, every groan laced with emotion.
He held Casey tight, and sucked his on his throat, his collar cool against his tongue.
Casey wept softly, and Galan knew it wasn’t from pain as he licked away every tear.
“Please, Sir,” Casey pleaded, his hard cock leaking against his stomach. “Tell me I can come.”
Galan let himself go—wholly, without fear—inside the one who had rebuilt his faith.
Casey trembled beneath him, every sinewy muscle taut, every breath a desperate plea for more.
Galan tightened his hand around Casey’s hot dick while he claimed his mouth.
“Come for me, boy,” Galan growled low and commanding.
With only his touch, not a single stroke, Casey’s cock pulsed in his palm as his cry cracked the silence open.
His back arched off the bed as his release surged hot between them, spreading across Galan’s abdomen.
Galan held him tight through every spasm, whispering how beautiful and perfect he was.
When Casey’s shaking slowed, he allowed himself to let go. Each orgasm Casey gave him was more powerful than the last.
Galan’s stomach fucking cramped from Casey clinging so tight.
“You’re mine, boy…always mine.”
Afterward, they lay tangled in sheets, Casey’s damp hair sticking to his temple, his head rising and falling where it lay on his chest.
He stared at the ceiling, his hand curved around Casey’s back, as he drew lazy circles over his damp skin.
“I love you,” Casey whispered before he kissed him gently near his armpit.
He knew he couldn’t let another night end without saying it.
“Move in with me.”
Casey lifted his head, blinking through sleepiness, his lips parted in obvious shock.
Galan brushed his thumb across his boy’s swollen mouth, voice hoarse but firm.
“I want you in my home, in my bed. Every night. No more separate lives. Be mine completely.”
For a breathless moment, Casey just stared at him before the tears welled, and he smiled so wide it broke Galan’s heart.
He nodded, trembling, and whispered, “Yes, Sir. I would like that very much.”
Galan kissed him, his boy, his partner, his future…his gentleman.
Virginia Beach Police Department
Second Precinct
February 14th, 10:51 p.m.
“Psst, Kelly. Look at this dumb shit.” Sharpe tossed a crumpled piece of paper at his partner and nodded for her to look over her shoulder.
Kelly lifted her head from where it was resting on her palm and turned to see what he was offended by now.
“What, are we in fuckin’ high school?” he fussed. “Where is she supposed to put that big-ass thing, huh?”
Kelly rolled her kohl-lined eyes. “I don’t give two shits about a goddamn Valentine’s Day myself, Sharpe. But damn, man. I’m not hating on the ones who do.”
“Have your bullshit gifts sent to your house.” Sharpe stood and yanked his leather coat off the back of his rickety chair. “Now I have to stare at that massive rose bush and six-foot teddy bear for the rest of the shift.”
“Why are you even here, Sharpe?” Kelly snapped at him. “Go home, man. I have to be here. You don’t.”