Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
That did it. I cried out as heat poured through me. I shuddered through my orgasm. He didn’t stop, even as my ass squeezed his cock so tight it had to hurt. He kept rocking his hips, and as I finished, he grabbed my shoulders, yanking me back onto him, and I felt the heat of his cum deep in my ass.
When he was done, he collapsed on top of me, and we lay there, fighting for breath. I reached for him, and he took my hand, lacing our fingers together as he kissed the back of my neck, behind my ear, and nuzzled my temple. “You okay?”
I nodded. And for that moment, I was. I was satiated, warm, happy, and I let myself believe that I could truly have this—we could have this.
27
ZACH
Rafe’s legs didn’t want to work after I’d wrung a hands-free orgasm from him, one that threatened to break the desk and my soul. I carried him to his bedroom, cleaned us both up, and curled up around him.
What the fuck was I doing? Fucking him was dangerous, stupid. He was supposed to be the enemy. I was supposed to want to put him and the rest of his family behind bars. I only started working with him because Ivanov was so much worse, but now… now that I’d been deep inside him, now that I’d heard him call my name as he came? I couldn’t arrest him. I couldn’t hurt him. I might actually be in—
No. That couldn’t happen. I liked him; I wanted to keep fucking him. That was all. He was hot, and he felt so good, and he responded so well. He couldn’t be any more than that to me. Love was not an option. So why the fuck was I cuddling him now, wrapping myself around him, letting my fingers trail up and down his arm as we half slept? We were waiting for a chance to go after our best lead to bring Ivanov down, but I wasn’t focused on that at all. I was focused on how beautiful Rafe was, how good it felt to be here with him, and how I didn’t want to leave.
He turned and looked at me, brushing my hair back from my forehead. “Tell me about him.”
“Who?”
“Your informant. Did you know him well?”
I shook my head, but then I reconsidered. I probably knew him as well as anyone. And how fucking sad was that? “Tommy was a street kid. He refused to let me help him. If I’d tried to get him into foster care, he would’ve run, or worse. Although now that I think about it, taking his own life would have been better than what that son of a bitch did to him.”
“Turn around,” Rafe insisted. I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but I did as he said. When I was facing away from him, he began to massage my shoulders. “Fuck, your muscles are like rocks.”
I scoffed. “Regular massages aren’t really part of my compensation.”
“Then let me help. Keep talking. Tell me anything you need to. I actually can be a good listener sometimes.”
I groaned and felt him tense against me. He liked that sound. It would be so much easier to stop this, turn around, pull him into my arms, and try to forget about Tommy, about everything, but I’d never told anyone the story. Maria knew the basics; there’d been no reason for me to go into detail, and she would never have asked. Maybe I needed to tell it now. Damn, I was going to miss Rafe when this was over.
“Zach, you with me?”
I nodded. “Yeah, it’s… sometimes…”
“You get lost in the memories? I know. There’s a lot of things I’d rather not remember too.”
“I think Tommy had a few people he knew who watched his stuff when he got an odd job here or there. He did the same for them, but he didn’t really have friends. He’d let me buy him a meal, and of course, I paid him for information. I think that was the main way he survived.”
Rafe pushed a hand into my hair and began to massage my scalp. It felt so fucking good. “Tell me the rest.”
It was like he was pulling the words from me. “If I hadn’t pushed him, if I’d insisted on getting him help, if I’d not tried so hard to get information about Ivanov, about other young men who disappeared, then—” I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed the heels of my hands into them, trying to stop the tears.
Rafe pulled me back against him and kissed my shoulder. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t hurt him. You tried your best to help him. I’m so sorry.”
He wrapped his arms around me, and I put my hands over his. When he nuzzled into the crook of my shoulder, I couldn’t stop the tears anymore.