Stay with Me (The WITSEC series Book 1)

by Patricia Logan

  The moment their lips touched again, Kane’s entire body electrified. He growled and dived into the kiss, forcing Luca to open to him as he slid his tongue inside and began to play. Luca got the message because a moment later, both of his hands slid up Kane’s shoulders as he leaned over and fused their bodies as well as their mouths. Kane kissed Luca like he’d never kissed any woman. It felt different. His entire body buzzed with arousal, pulsed with need, and throbbed with desire. He’d never wanted anyone like he suddenly wanted Luca Price. The smaller man moaned into his mouth and Kane reveled in the sensation of finally touching his body as he ran both hands up Luca’s back, under the leather jacket that matched his own.

  Kane’s senses filled with the scent of Luca and he felt his ears beginning to buzz as he blocked out everything but the man in his arms, the man he was passionately, wantonly, and desperately kissing. The world could end right now for all Kane cared. As long as he had this sweet, adorable creature in his arms, nothing else mattered. Luca ran his hands over Kane’s shirt, the same way the other man had done in the bar. In stark contrast to that caress, everywhere Luca touched him set his skin on fire. He wanted this man desperately.

  Kane ate at Luca’s mouth, feasting on his taste, tangling his tongue with Luca’s as Luca kissed him passionately. He settled his hands on Luca’s hips when the man began grinding his hard erection against his belly. Kane’s cock was rock-hard, begging to be let out of the jeans he’d put on to go to the bar. Deciding on another approach, he reached in between them as they kissed and unbuttoned Luca’s jeans, sliding the zipper down and plunging his hand inside his soft briefs. When he found what he was looking for, he circled the leaking dick with his large hand and the moment he squeezed, Luca moaned into his mouth and began to thrust his hips, sliding his cock in and out of his tight grip.

  Kane heard the whimper rise out of Luca as the scent of precome drifted up to his nostrils. He smiled inwardly, loving what he was doing to the man as he continued to pump the hard dick in his hand. The way Luca moved in his lap, thrusting his hips back and forth, rubbing his flat chest against Kane’s, pushing his dick through his fist—all of it was a first for Kane.

  He’d played soccer all through his youth, even forming up teams when he’d been in the Marine Corps while stationed on base in Kabul. He’d shed his clothes in many locker rooms in his lifetime and showered beside a hundred naked men but he’d never touched another man’s cock. The feel of the smooth skin of Luca’s uncut cock as it slid back and forth over the unbelievably perfect shaft was utterly new and completely exciting to Kane. His mouth suddenly watered, wanting to taste Luca on his tongue. What would it be like to have a man spurt hot come into his mouth? Just the thought of it had Kane’s head reeling.

  He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his blood surging through his veins, and he didn’t think he’d ever felt so powerful in his life, even when he’d been between a woman’s thighs. Kane had dated many beautiful women in his life but none of them had anything on Luca Price, the delicate man in his arms. He pumped his fist harder, drawing another groan out of Luca. When the man suddenly tore his mouth away from Kane’s, only to lean in and touch his forehead with his own so that their gazes could meet, Kane nearly came undone by the look in Luca’s eyes. His pupils were large, the gray of his gorgeous eyes framed in dark liner, even more beautiful than he’d ever imagined, he was panting, and his lips were swollen and glistening from Kane’s kisses.

  “Kane!” Luca gasped against his open mouth.

  “That’s it, baby. You’re almost there, aren’t you?” Kane couldn’t help but smile against Luca’s gorgeous cheek as he nodded.

  “Gonna come, Kane,” Luca panted. “I’m gonna make a mess all over you and your car.”

  Kane chuckled against his soft cheek and then returned his lips to Luca’s brushing over them ever so softly as he whispered.

  “Please get come all over me, baby. Show me how much you like what I’m doing to you.” Kane rubbed his large thumb over Luca’s sweet leaking slit and the man in his arms shuddered, suddenly thrusting harder between his closed fist, as he bucked his hips and cried out his name.

  “Kane!” Luca threw his head back as Kane looked down only to witness the most erotic thing he’d ever seen in his entire life. The head of Luca’s cock was an angry red, a perfect contrast to the come that suddenly erupted from the tip and shot all the way up Kane’s chest, landing just under the collar of his black T-shirt in a long milky-white spurt. It took superhuman effort to drag his gaze away from Luca’s cock and put it back on his face.

  “Jesus, look at how you come apart in my arms. It’s so beautiful.” Kane knew he sounded almost as amazed as Luca looked. He couldn’t take his eyes off the man’s face. Luca’s gorgeous eyes were glassy as he shuddered and shook with the last tremors of his orgasm as more hot fluid spurted out of his cock and over Kane’s knuckles. When his soft panting breaths finally faded, Kane slid his free hand up the back of Luca’s shirt, letting it rest on soft skin and the muscles of his back which still twitched beneath the fabric. He leaned up and kissed Luca softly, taking his slack mouth and leisurely sucking on his tongue. He was so fucking beautiful and Kane was so lost in the young man, he didn’t even miss the fact that he hadn’t had his own orgasm until Luca pulled back and smiled lazily.

  “It’s your turn, Kane,” Luca whispered as Kane let go of his cock and wiped his hand on his own jeans. Luca started to slide off Kane’s legs when Kane tightened his grip on Luca’s back. He was in no way ready to let him go, even if his own cock was probably turning blue from the strain to get out of his jeans. Instead, he pulled him back down and captured Luca’s mouth for another long, drawn out kiss. When he finally allowed Luca to break the kiss and sit back, he was smiling in the sweetest, most wonderful way.

  “Now, I said, it’s your turn, Detective.” He scrambled off Kane’s lap and then leaned over, lifting Kane’s shirt halfway up his stomach. When he encountered the black hair that covered Kane’s abdomen, he groaned as he deftly opened the button. Kane looked up and around, as if only now remembering where he’d parked. They were still alone and sitting in the darkest corner of the lot but he really wasn’t comfortable doing all of this in the car. If he had to be honest with himself, being with a man was different and he wasn’t at all sure about what he was doing.

  Kane suddenly felt guilty. He shouldn’t have done what he did to Luca in the car. If he’d been with a woman, he would have never expected her to jerk him off in a parking lot. Less than an hour ago, he’d flashed his fake LAPD detective badge to an officer who was even now standing only fifty feet away from them. The woman wasn’t an idiot. Two men sitting in a parked car in a gay bar parking lot for a half hour had to be doing something they shouldn’t be.

  Oh, hell.

  He reached down and grabbed both of Luca’s wrists, halting the movement of his busy little hands. Luca’s head snapped up as he caught Kane’s gaze.

  “What?”

  “Not here. I want to take you back to my house, Luca. I want to take my time with you.”

  Luca’s mouth fell open for the hundredth time that night. “Are you sure? I thought you hated me.”

  Kane chuckled, staring at Luca’s swollen lips. “My clothes are stained with your come. Does that look like I hate you?”

  Luca’s brows drew together as he stared at him in confusion. After a minute, he slowly shook his head.

  “No, but, I mean, you’re… I mean I thought you were… straight.”

  “I am straight,” Kane said. Luca’s entire body stiffened suddenly as he turned away and slid closer to the passenger door. When he reached for the handle, Kane’s hand shot out and grabbed his left bicep. “Where are you going?”

  Luca turned and for the first time, Kane was surprised by the anger on Luca’s features.

  “Are you kidding? I’m leaving. I don’t fuck gay guys who call themselves straight,” he said with some vehemence.

  Kane let out an incredul
ous bark of laughter. “I’m not gay.”

  Luca looked down and made a sweeping gesture at Kane’s hard-on, still pressing against the zipper of his pants. He smiled wolfishly at Kane. “Okay. Goodnight, Delancey. Thanks for the straight hand job.” He turned away, reaching for the door handle again and this time Kane let his hand drop. Luca swung the door open and got out. He said nothing as the door slammed, shaking his huge old car. He closed his eyes tightly for a few seconds and leaned his head back on the headrest.

  What the fuck just happened?

  Chapter Eleven

  “Where’d you go?” Corey asked as Luca walked back into the bar. He was pretty sure he must look a bit stunned from what had happened.

  Why did I let that happen?

  Luca was pretty sure he was a brain-dead idiot and he was furious with himself. What had ever possessed him to follow Kane Delancey out to the parking lot and get in his car? More stupid than that was how he’d actually let the man kiss the shock off his face and then give him a hand job that rivaled any he’d ever had in his life. He wondered if he’d fallen and hit his head but he couldn’t remember doing so. Something must explain how he’d lost his good sense but damn, all he could think was how amazing the man kissed and how desperately he’d wanted to believe that he was wrong about him being straight. Corey suddenly grabbed him by both cheeks and turned his face up to look straight at him.

  “Where… did… you… go?” his friend asked, ghosting tequila-scented breath over Luca’s face as he snapped back to reality.

  “I’m sorry. I… ah, the detective wanted to talk to me,” he stammered.

  Corey grinned widely and dropped his hands, looking down as he focused on Luca’s chest. He reached out and dabbed at a drop of drying come on his T-shirt with one finger before leaning in to sniff him.

  “Really? Talk?” his best friend asked as Luca felt his ears grow beet red and hot. “And, oh my God, who was that divine man, Luca? Is he the one who’s been working on your robbery case?”

  “Yes. That’s Kane Delancey.” Luca dismissed Corey’s question and turned, heading for the back of the bar so that he could look for anymore dribbles in the mirror. He’d walked away from Delancey and their encounter in his car so fast, he hadn’t even stopped to check himself. He wasn’t really embarrassed that Corey had seen him with come on his shirt. In fact, it was probably one of the least important embarrassing moments he’d experienced in front of his best friend. He had been in many more questionable situations in his short twenty-two years than he wanted to admit.

  Luca got to the bathroom at the back of the bar and walked in. As soon as he caught a glimpse of himself, he realized how damned freshly fucked he looked. His lips were swollen from Kane’s decadent kisses and he had razor burn on both cheeks. On top of that, he actually did have come on his shirt. He grabbed a couple paper towels the bathroom attendant handed him and wet them before scrubbing at the wet spots on his shirt. He wasn’t drunk enough to deal with this at the moment.

  Thank God he lived only three blocks from The Abbey. It was still early and he had plenty of time to get properly slammed before staggering home. He didn’t have any responsibilities at work until eleven, though he usually tried to go in just before store opening even when he was working a closing shift like he would be the next day. He was expecting Stephen Auerbach to stop by in the late afternoon and check out the new cases and the new diamond stock so he had to be in tip top shape. He figured if he drank a gallon of water by 5:00 p.m. he would be able to pee away any hangover he had tomorrow and he did plan on having one. After the way he’d just given in to Kane Delancey’s talented fingers, he didn’t plan on being sober enough to remember much about the evening.

  He washed his hands, tipped the attendant, and walked back out into the bar. The crowd had only thickened with more bodies as the night went on and it felt like it took ten minutes to reach the place where he’d left Corey. Of course his best friend wasn’t at the bar any longer and Luca craned his neck, trying to look over bodies to find him. He spotted Corey out on the dance floor doing his best impression of a slut as he straddled the thigh of a huge guy in a cowboy hat and twerked on him. Luca was really impressed. He had no idea the human body could bend that way without breaking. He smiled to himself. It was going to be a long night.

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  What the hell were you thinking last night?

  Kane watched the coffee drip into the police station coffee pot as he leaned back against the counter. He’d completely lost his mind but he’d had a perpetual hard-on for Luca Price since the first time he’d ever seen the man. Kissing him in the elevator and remembering what his soft lips felt like under his had fried his brain. He was sure of it. Nothing else accounted for his poor judgement and when he’d woken up that morning, he knew he was going to hate this day even more than when Luca said what he said about his straight hand job. The thing was, Kane couldn’t even deny that Luca was absolutely right and as much as he tried, he couldn’t forget the visual of the man’s gorgeous dick in his hand as he spurted all over his chest and hand.

  His phone rang and he dug it out of his pocket, noting it was still very early. He wasn’t expecting Kelly or their two friends from the FBI until eight. When he registered his mother’s number on the caller ID, he quickly swiped the phone and smiled as he placed it at his ear.

  “Hey, Mom. You’re up early.”

  “Oh, I hope I didn’t wake you up, sweetie.” His mother had a beautiful voice, soft and as sweet as she was. He’d spent years away from her after she and Glenna had gone into WITSEC. After high school he’d joined the military to put distance between them since the US Marshals agreed that it might keep them even safer than they would be without him there.

  “You didn’t wake me up. I am at work early because I’m involved in that undercover thing I told you about.”

  Over the weekend, Kane had driven over to his mom’s house and sat down with her to tell her that he knew that she somehow knew that Enoch Moore was still alive. He’d wanted answers and he was angry. As usual though, Kane could never stay mad at his mom and when she turned her sweet face up to his and her blue eyes had filled with tears, he’d seen her shame in lying to him ten years before. He’d been at a transition period in his life. He’d finished up his military career and was working for the San Diego PD, but he hadn’t decided yet whether he should stay or join the ATF like he’d always wanted to. She’d taken one look at his face and known that he was staying in San Diego to be close to her and Glenna and made up the story that Moore had died in prison.

  At the time, Kane had asked her why she was planning on staying in WITSEC and she’d vaguely explained that the marshals told her it would be best until they were absolutely sure there would be no further danger to them. Kane had accepted that at face value because she’d vowed never to lie to him. After what their family had been through after his father’s murder, her lying to protect his dreams was the last thing he’d expected. When she’d put her reasoning like that, Kane hadn’t pressed her anymore about it. She’d given up enough for him and Glenna.

  “You’re at the office, baby?” she asked.

  “Yes, Mom. I’m standing in the kitchen waiting for a cup of decent coffee to brew.” He heard her sigh. “What is it? Are you still worried about me? I told you I have to do this, right?”

  “Yes, to both of those. I will always worry about you and yes, you have said you have to do this. I just wish there was another way. Can’t you just wait until that bastard dies and leave it alone?”

  “I could do that but his son will always be a threat, Mom. I have to find a way to put him away too and we all think this is the best way.” Kane reached for the coffee pot and poured some of the fragrant brew into his mug before taking a huge sip of the black coffee. It was good. “I have to do this while you’re still young enough to go back to nursing if you want and if Glenna wants her name back, at least she’ll have that choice.”

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��Neither of us cares about that as long as you’re safe, Kane.”

  “Mom, you know that last thing you have to worry about it that I’ll stay safe. I went to war and I worked as a detective for years down in San Diego. Now I work diffusing bombs for the ATF. I know how to take care of myself and even then, I always have good men and women at my side. I have a great partner at the ATF who watches my back and the woman I’m working this undercover with is talented, smart, and really good with a gun. You have to trust me, okay? This is what I do and what I’m good at and if I didn’t do it, I don’t think I’d have purpose. I love that you love me but let me do this for all of us, Mom. Let me keep you and Glenna safe.”

  He heard his mother’s deep sigh from the other end of the phone line. “All right, sweetheart.” Her voice warmed. “If it weren’t for men like you, I suppose we’d all be a lot worse off. Sometimes, I just wish it was someone else who had to be heroic. Just know, baby, you’re in my prayers every day.”

  Kane smiled. “Go to mass, Mom. It always makes you feel better.”

  “I’ll do that. Come to Sunday dinner, Kane. Father Patrick is coming.”

  “I’ll try and be there.” And be sure to tell him how I made out with a guy twice, jacked him off in my car, and have been creaming my jeans over him since the day I met him.

  “Okay, sweetie. Now, you be safe out there, Kane. I love you.”

  “Thanks, Mom. I love you too.” Kane looked up from his coffee and saw Kelly walking into the station as he hung up the phone. He reached to top off his coffee before walking out of the break room. Kelly looked up and smiled from where she was putting her weapon in the top drawer.