Chapter 4
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Chapter 4I was three bites into the baked chicken when I realized Edgar was watching me. He’d barely touched his own food, but his gaze was focused on me.
“What?”
“Wondering if you like it.”
I blinked. “The food? Yeah, of course.”
“No lumps in the potatoes?”
“No.” I shook my head and finished the Cabernet.
“You want more wine?”
“I probably shouldn’t,” I said. “Have to drive home.”
Edgar shrugged. “I thought, you know, you could stay over.”
Of course he was hoping for that. Another night of an easy lay with good ol’ Scott. And really, I had just sort of agreed we could be…whatever.
“You’re overthinking things,” he said softly. “I see the wheels turning. Come on, Scott. I think I know you pretty well. You have an overnight bag in your car, don’t you?”
I tried not to blush. Hoped I had succeeded, but doubted I had. “Yeah.”
“When dinner is over, go get it. I want you to stay over, you want to stay over. Why fight either of us?”
“I hate how sure you are of yourself sometimes.”
He smiled, flashing white teeth. “I’m not that confidant. We can watch a movie and then—”
I snorted. “You aren’t subtle at all.”
“Why should I be? We’re two consenting adults. Aren’t we?”
Yeah, we were, even if I had consented to too much.
I nodded.
“More wine?” He held up the bottle toward my glass.
“Yeah.”
* * * *
Dinner really was good, and when it was over, I offered to do the dishes. But Edgar refused and just sort of rinsed them and left them in the sink, saying he’d deal with them in the morning.
We went into his living room and he put on a movie, but he was paying much more attention to me then he was the film. His hand was curled around my neck and his thumb caressed the pulse point of my throat.
“You aren’t watching this,” I said, keeping my gaze on the screen.
“Hmm, I’m happy with what I am watching.”
I was unused to Edgar’s attention. It was strange, given the time we’d been together as partners. But he’d had a point. I had never really given him a clue I was attracted to guys. I had never done the macho thing others from the force did, asking Edgar in crass ways why he didn’t like women. But neither did I ever flat out say, “Yeah, that guy’s hot.”
“Have you seen it?” he asked. It was one of those car chase movies, fairly famous.
“A time or two.”
Which made me wonder how many guys he had at his place with whom he’d done this very thing. I felt myself tense.
Edgar’s thumb stopped moving. “What?”
I shook my head.
“What?”
“It’s nothing.”
His fingers touched my jaw, turning my head so that I couldn’t avoid looking into his dark brown eyes. “You think too much, Scott. Maybe we should just go to bed.”
I felt myself smile. “Is that your answer to everything?”
“To you, yes. To everything, no.” Edgar stood and pulled me up from his couch. “Let’s stop pretending. We both want me to f**k you.”
“You really are a cocky bastard, aren’t you?”
But I was allowing him to draw me into his bedroom, letting him control me, dominate me, as though I had no free will of my own. Maybe I didn’t where Edgar was concerned.
Sex for s*x’s sake. Could I continue to do that? My c**k was already completely hard and aching, so I suspected my body’s answer was a resounding yes.
His blunt fingers were warm against my chilled flesh as they eased under my T-shirt, skimming my abs. “You’re really hot, you know that, Scott?”
I started to shake my head, but his hands had risen to grip my face. He kissed me hard, his tongue pushing effortlessly past my lips. His kiss turned feral when I tried to pull away, his teeth nipping at my mouth, the pressure of his lips hardening, more punishing.
Edgar shoved me hard and I landed flat on my back on his bed. His hands were rough as he looped them under the waistband of my jeans.
“Get these the f**k off,” he growled.
I gave him what I hoped was a disgruntled look and unzipped my jeans. Before I could do anything else, Edgar was wrenching them from my body.
“f**k me,” he breathed when he noticed I had gone commando.
“Thinking ahead,” I murmured.
“I definitely like your train of thought.” He pulled off my T-shirt next, leaving me completely exposed to his gaze. Fortunately, he appeared to approve of whatever he saw.
He stepped back from the bed, his gaze never leaving me, and stripped naked. He grabbed lube and a strip of condoms from his bathroom and returned to the bedroom, kneeling next to me.
“How is it you don’t have a hundred guys chasing after you?” he asked.
“How is it you think your bullshit lines will work on me,” I shot back.
Edgar grinned. “You think it’s just a line, papi chulo?”
I snorted. “Give me a break.”
He laughed and leaned down to kiss me. His mouth was hot and moist as his tongue licked along the seam of my lips. My eyes drifted closed as he deepened the kiss, spreading his hands all over my chest, then down to my stomach just above my pelvis.
“One of these days,” Edgar said, his voice low and rough, “I’m going to lick every inch of you from head to toe, or maybe bite every inch.” To demonstrate, he sunk his teeth into that sensitive skin just below my belly button.
I ignored the inference of more—I needed to—and instead muttered, “Why don’t you just get to whatever you’re doing now?”
He chuckled, his breath grazing the hairs on my stomach. “Are you impatient for me to f**k you?”
“Well, you talk a good game. I want some action.”
“Do you, cariño?” His hand grasped my c**k.
My breath hitched as I pushed into his grip. His lips covered mine as his thumb brushed over the drop of pre-c*m leaking from my d**k. My body was aflame with the need for him to take me.
He pushed my thigh out of the way, and with his other hand, he pushed two slicked fingers inside me. The slight sting startled a gasp out of me, but he stole it when his tongue thrust inside my mouth. His hand on my c**k brought me to a feverish pitch.
Edgar’s mouth left mine but only to latch onto the pulse of my throat. I felt him suck and bite there, and knew he was marking me. I should have protested, but the words died in my throat as he added a third finger into my ass.
His lips moved to my ear. “Soon it will be my c**k inside you.”
“How soon?”
“Soon,” he whispered. His fingers slipped out of me and he tore open a condom packet. I watched him perched between my legs, rolling the condom over his big, thick c**k.
I found myself transfixed by his every move, anticipation making my breaths short and my palms sweat.
His hands moved to the backs of my thighs, lifting my legs high in the air and spreading my ass cheeks. His c**k slapped against my inner thighs and he rubbed it along the crack of my ass.
“Stop teasing me.” I heard the pleading in my voice.
Edgar’s lips curved. With one hand on the base of his c**k, he directed it to push inside me. My muscles loosened to accommodate his invasion. I was stuffed full, a good fullness, as he began to move within me.
I reached for my own c**k, yearning for the touch it was now missing, and I closed my fist around the shaft, sliding it along the length to the rhythm of Edgar’s thrusts inside me.
The bed rocked with our effort, moving just a bit on the floor as Edgar continued pounding into me with powerful, intense thrusts. He pushed my legs up higher still, going impossibly deeper.
The orgasm that had been building since Edgar had been stroking my d**k slammed through me, wrenching a cry from my lips. c*m spattered across my stomach and painted Edgar’s chest.
Only a few minutes later, Edgar pulled out of me, tore off the condom, and sprayed me with his own c*m.
* * * *
“Scott?”
“Mmm.”
“You never got your bag out of your car.”
I snuggled into the covers. “Who cares?”
Edgar laughed softly. “You say that now, but you’ll care later. Where are your keys? I’ll get it.”
“Front pocket of my jeans.”
I felt him rise from the bed, heard the jingle of my keys, and then a few minutes later, I heard the front door open and close.
Turning onto my back, I contemplated the dark ceiling. We’d fallen asleep after our lovemaking. I was pretty sure I’d been sleeping the sleep of the dead. I knew I should get up and clean off since what seemed like copious amounts of dried c*m covered me. I had to pee anyway. So I made myself get up and go into the bathroom.
By the time I had relieved myself and washed off the dried bodily fluids, Edgar had retrieved my overnight bag and set it next to the bed. I reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of cotton pajama bottoms.
“You could sleep naked,” Edgar commented as I sat on the edge of the mattress to put on the pajamas.
“I could do a lot of things.”
He snorted. “You’re grouchy in the middle of the night.”
I got back in bed. “I hate being awakened.”
“Sorry.”
“Hmm. You don’t sound sorry.”
Edgar lay next to me. “Hey.”
“Hey what?”
“Don’t I get a goodnight kiss or something?”
“You get something, all right.” I turned away from him. “Goodnight.”
Edgar sighed dramatically. “Goodnight, Grouchy.”
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