Bad Idea (Stonewall Investigations Miami Book 1)

by Max Walker

  “I’m okay,” I said. I wiped away a rogue tear. “Holy shit, and that was just the tip?”

  “Barely,” Fox admitted.

  I clenched my jaw. Fox kissed it, then kissed my lips. Our hard cocks rubbed together. “Relax, baby. You’re with me.” He was speaking against my lips. I closed my eyes against his voice. His cockhead pushed against my hole. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Just breathe. There you go. That’s it, Jonah.”

  I breathed, like he told me. My eyes still shut, I could feel the pressure as Fox pushed harder.

  Breathing. That’s what I focused on. Being with Fox. Relaxing my muscles, letting him in.

  I gasped.

  “That hurt?”

  “No,” I said, almost a whimper. “No, keep going.”

  He kissed me as he rocked deeper, his cock sliding into me, filling me, the burn a distant memory, replaced by a sensation of being complete. Euphoria flooded me. Fox gave one deep thrust and plunged deep into me. I opened my mouth, but no words or sounds came out.

  Fox pulled his hips back, his cock sliding out before pushing back in. Again and again. Harder and harder.

  “Fuck, you like that, Jonah?”

  No words, no sounds. I could only nod, looking up as Fox grabbed my ankles and lifted me up again, spreading me open even wider. He looked down as he started to pound into me, my hard cock bouncing against me.

  He found a rhythm and increased it. Sweat was beading across our bodies. Our chests flushed pink, the sounds of our skin slapping filling the cabana.

  Every fuck pulled out a whimper of pleasure, a cry of nirvana. I could feel him inside me, filling me. I could feel my body pulling him in, wanting more, wanting all of him. My cock leaked like a broken faucet as Fox pushed against my swollen prostate with every thrust of his hips.

  This was heaven. Had to be. How else did this feel so damn good?

  Fox had fucked me straight up past heaven’s pearly gates.

  32 Gabriel “Fox” Morrison

  Jonah’s ass felt like a slice of heaven, wrapped tight around my cock. Our sex was intense. Passionate and wild. It was fiery hot and cloud soft. There was a tenderness that came in the soft strokes of my hips, wanting to relish every single second of this, every minutia of sensation. I wanted to feel it, drink it in. There was a softness in Jonah’s lips that tried to shape words but couldn’t manage to as I began increasing my pace, fucking him a little harder, pushing myself in a little deeper.

  Jonah was tight, but he had relaxed enough to let me in, and now I could feel him almost pulling me in. The silky-soft heat encased my cock as I plunged into him. My balls slapped against him, mixing with the sound of my grunts, of his whimpers.

  Normally I enjoyed being the bottom more than the top, but Jonah was flipping that for me, making me want to keep fucking him until the sun came up.

  “Come here,” I said, grabbing his hips. I pulled him off me and flipped him over. He lifted his ass into the air, his sexy pink hole wet and ready for me. My cock pulsed in the air. I squeezed his globes in my hands before lining myself up and pushing in, feeling his heat encase me the farther I sank into him.

  “Oh!” Jonah cried out. For a second I thought it was from pain, but with the way he was pushing his ass back and sliding more of me inside, I knew it was a cry of pleasure.

  I gave him what he asked for. I grabbed his hips and pulled him back, spearing him on my cock. Both of us let out wild cries of pleasure as we continued to make love, continued to writhe, continued to fuck.

  “Oh, Fox, I’m gonna come, Fox, keep going.” I did what he told me. I kept rocking into him, my own balls feeling tight against me.

  “Yes, Fox, please.”

  That was all I needed to fall off my edge.

  My fingers dug into Jonah’s skin as my balls unloaded into the condom, wave after wave of orgasmic bliss threatening to drown me.

  And then I felt Jonah’s orgasm, his ass clutching onto my cock, twitching and squeezing with every shot of come he wet the bed with.

  It was so fucking hot I started to come again, my body shaking with the weaker after-shock orgasm.

  “Holy fuck,” I said, pulling out and collapsing on the bed. “You just made me come twice. Two times, back-to-back. That’s a fucking superpower.”

  Jonah collapsed next to me, breathless, glowing. “Not bad for my first time, then, huh?”

  “Not at all.” I kissed him, feeling overcome with emotion. A gentle breeze drifted over us, caressing our naked, sweaty bodies.

  “Did you like it?” I asked.

  “Judging by how soaked the sheets are,” Jonah said, motioning toward the dark stains spreading next to him, “I’d say yeah. I liked it a hell of a lot.”

  “Good.” Another kiss. “Because I fucking loved it.”

  I held him in my arms. Slowly, our breathing began to synch. Outside, the campfire flickered down to its last source of fuel, the fire’s glow not even reaching the water anymore.

  Inside, my fire was burning brighter and stronger than ever, showing zero signs of dying out. And it was all because of Jonah. My cheeks hurt because of how much I’d been smiling lately, because of how happy Jonah made me.

  “Come,” I said, getting up from the bed even though my muscles were crying out to do the exact opposite. “Let’s sit outside by the water.”

  Jonah got up, beaming. We washed up a little in the bathroom, splashing sink water at each other like kids playing in a river. Outside, we laid out a towel at the point where the water lapped up at the sand, leaving behind a trail of white foam across the dark beach. Our section of the beach was parted from the others by a wall of rocks, giving us unprecedented privacy for a beach.

  We sat outside, naked, holding each other under the stars, reaching the tips of our toes into the warm water.

  Perfect. It all felt so perfect.

  “What a ways we’ve come, huh?”

  Jonah tilted his head toward me. His fingers lazily scrawled something across my chest. “For real. When we met, I was still off the market and in the closet. What a combo.”

  “And still, you managed to crack me open. I felt so comfortable around you from the second we met. I knew we’d work great together. I knew our friendship would be as solid as steel. But I’m telling you right now, Jonah: I don’t think I ever could have stayed ‘just friends’ with you. I would have lost my mind. I would have asked Zane to transfer me to the New York offices or something. There’s no way I would have been able to keep staring into these beautiful blue eyes of yours and not want to call you mine, over and over again.”

  The moon was full, her light dancing across the sea, making Jonah’s eyes seem more jewel-like than ever.

  He kissed me, his sweet lips planting against mine.

  A feeling rushed up from my heart, out through my veins. A glittery kind of emotion, one I’d never felt this strongly before, this viscerally. It was startling and familiar and magical. I knew exactly what it was before I could even put a name to it.

  And then, as our lips parted and a delicate silence hung in the air, I spoke.

  The words fell out of me before I could even think about them:

  “I love you.”

  Waves crashing. Fire crackling. Wind rustling.

  All the sounds that filled the surprised air.

  My heart beat became loud enough to join the chorus.

  What did I just do—

  “I love you, too, Fox.” Jonah smiled, and my heart dropped, as if we’d been picked up and taken straight to cloud nine. The magic bloomed, reaching from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet. It was a natural high that had me chuckling like a schoolkid hearing a naughty joke for the first time. Jonah, too, joined me, the giddiness of the moment overtaking us.

  I moved on our towel so that I was facing him, our knees touching. I grabbed his hands in mine. “It’s soon. It’s fast, but… I can’t explain it, I just know it to be the truth, and I’m not going to hold it in any longer. Life’s way too
short for that kind of bullshit.”

  “You’re exactly right, Fox. Life is short. And I don’t think you need to explain it.”

  I felt like I had to. “It’s just, I know we became official with the boyfriend title like ten minutes ago, but… I feel like we’ve been dating since the second we met. And for a dozen past lives before that.”

  “I feel the exact same way. From the jump, I felt like I knew you. Like I could trust you with my life… and then I did. And you’ve helped me through some major shit in my life, shit that would have really ruined me if I let it. Through it all, none of my feelings for you ever wavered. They only got stronger. If I had met you after coming out, I would have asked you to be my boyfriend after our second date, hands down.”

  “The Aladdin musical?”

  “Well, I think that was our fourth. I was thinking that time we went to the beach, after Graffiti Graveyard.”

  “Baby,” I said, smiling, pulling him close, “if that’s your idea of a date, I have to make us reservations at a five-star restaurant and show you a real night out.”

  Jonah laughed, the sound echoing through me, his happiness making me feel grounded. “I’m considering anytime you and I went out by ourselves as a date… but I wouldn’t complain about fancy restaurant reservations either.” He came in for a kiss, both our lips curved into smiles.

  I wanted to encase this moment into solid amber and never let time move on.

  33 Jonah Brightly

  I woke up to the gentle sound of waves, and to the not-so-gentle of Fox rustling through his backpack, searching for something buried deep in the bottom, socks and a pair of briefs falling out as he dug.

  “Good morning,” I said, watching as he found his cell phone charger and pulled it out like a worm from a hole.

  “Morning, babe.” He came over, smiling, the morning sun streaming in through the wide open glass doors. He only had on a pair of boxers that hung low on his hips, an obvious bulge swinging as he walked to my side. He sat on the bed, kissed me. “You ready for today?” he asked.

  “More than ready.”

  “It’s going to be risky.”

  “Wouldn’t feel right if it wasn’t.”

  Fox’s hazel eyes pinned me. “You can stay on shore, keep a lookout for anyo—”

  “I’m going on that boat with you, Fox. And we’re going to find out who the hell is behind Dragon once and for all.”

  “If it’s Lucien—”

  “Which it most likely is.”

  “If it’s him, then he’ll recognize us if we get to close. We’ll need to keep caps and sunglasses on, and if anything, absolutely anything, starts going south, then we get the hell out of there.” His hand found mine, rested on top of it, his thumb tracing the lines on my skin. “I don’t want anything happening to you, all right, Jonah? After last night, I feel like I’ve got the world in my hands. I don’t want to lose it.”

  “You won’t.” I could feel my hands starting to shake. I focused on Fox’s touch, focused on the soft circles he painted with the pad of his thumb. “We’re going to be okay.”

  Little did I know how badly I’d need that mantra in a matter of hours.

  “All right, well, I talked to Enzo and he was able to email me a copy of that map. Check it out.” Fox sat down next to me. I rubbed residual sleep from my eyes and focused in on the screen in his hand.

  “Judging from the message we hacked, if they’re still going by the plan, then the drug drop is going to be today in a couple of hours at Gemini Grove.”

  “You don’t think they got wind of Dank69 getting arrested? Maybe they won’t be there.”

  “Possibly, but it’s the only lead we’ve got right now. We have to follow it to the end, wherever that goes. If it’s another dead end, then we go from there. If it’s to an answer, then all the better.”

  Fox’s attitude was inspiring. I looked out, the ocean serving as a temporary front yard. It was beautiful, serene. The air was fresh and revitalizing. I could make out the shape of a cruise ship getting smaller and smaller in the distance.

  Fox’s thumb stopped tracing circles. His hand encased mine, squeezed. “We’ve got about an hour before we have to leave.”

  My gaze shifted from the ocean to another beautiful sight: Gabriel “Fox” Morrison’s hazel-green eyes.

  My boyfriend’s hazel-green eyes…

  The thought, the title—boyfriend—it made me feel bubbly.

  A grown-ass man feeling “bubbly.” That’s the kind of shit Fox did to me, and I loved it. Just as much as I loved him.

  When he had said those words to me, my entire soul nearly jumped out of my body only to try and unite with his. I had been feeling the same exact way for him and was actually about to put it into words as well, but Fox beat me to it.

  He also beat it into me. Holy fuck was last night all kinds of good. My ass was sore, my body was sporting random hickeys, and my legs felt like they’d been replaced with sticks of cotton candy.

  And I wanted to do it all again. After the initial pain disappeared and I adjusted to all the new sensations, I let myself go and found that I’d never had such mind-blowing sex. It was all about the trust I had in Fox, which allowed me to be confident in the moment.

  I kissed him then, his body coming onto mine, the pressure of his weight on me beginning to feel like home.

  We spent every minute of that hour the best we could, sending both our bodies to the same heights we had achieved the night before.

  And hopefully, depending on how this plan turned out, we’d do the same for countless days to come.

  Fox had rented a twenty-two-foot sleek and fast Bayliner boat, perfect for cruising as well as racing through the water if things escalated. The boat was fast and top of the line, with a suite of digital settings and tools. It took me a few minutes to get fully accustomed to piloting a boat again, but after the initial setup, I realized it was like riding a bike. Once you got back on, even after a couple of years being off, your muscles tend to take over and get shit done.

  Navigating was a little more difficult. We had the map, and we compared it to more current printouts, trying to figure out where exactly Gemini Grove was.

  By our estimation, it was an hour’s boat ride out and up, away from Miami Beach and closer to the mangroves up north.

  The ride was smooth as the boat cut through the calm waters like an Olympian ice-skater gliding over her rink. Fox and I stayed quiet for most of it, both of us lost in our own thoughts.

  I couldn’t say what was going through Fox’s head, but mine was a mash-up of hype music and “holy shit, I have a boyfriend” over and over again.

  Last night might have had a hiccup, but it still happened to be one of the best nights of my entire damn life. Besides, we talked through it and we put the fears to rest. I was set with Fox; I didn’t want anyone else. He wasn’t robbing me of anything because I didn’t want anything else. All I had was Fox, and he was all I wanted.

  In fact, I was actually glad that last night had gone down the way it had. We needed to air out our fears and worries. It prevented them from taking hold and chewing us up from the inside out.

  It made me even more sure of our relationship, and it proved to me that we could work through things without blowing up and losing our minds.

  I sat back in the captain’s chair, the soft tan leather cushioning to my shape. Fox was next to me, looking out at the ocean, the wind messing up his hair as it whipped around the windshield. He looked so damn handsome—how the hell did he end up with me? How did I get so lucky?

  He was wearing a pair of short light-blue trunks that ended midthigh and made his tanned skin pop against the light color. His shirt was white and tight, fitting snug around his chest and arms. He held a wide-brimmed straw boater hat in his lap. The big sunglasses he had on shielded his eyes when he turned to look at me, smiling.

  “We have to come out here together when we aren’t working,” Fox said over the wind.

  “I’m down.�
�� From this point on, Fox could have said he wanted to camp out next to an active volcano and I would have said: “I’m down.”

  He reached over and our hands found each other, closing as we went back to a beautiful silence, the both of us taking in the moment of calm, neither of us sure what we would face but confident in knowing we’d be facing it together.

  Wasn’t much longer after that when shit hit the propeller.

  “Look, groves.” Fox pointed at a thick stretch of mangrove trees that must have marked the beginning of Gemini Grove. The trees were dense, their thick network of tangled roots seeming to carry them above the waterline.

  “We’re getting close.”

  “Throw on your hat, and let’s start going slower.”

  I slowed the boat down to a virtual crawl, steering us closer to the edge of the mangroves but not venturing in through them. We figured we would do a loop around the outer path before looping back around and boating through the mangroves.

  We didn’t spot anyone at first. As we kept going, my hopes started diminishing. There weren’t any other boats for as far as the eye could see. There was still a chance they were inside the actual grove, but there were plenty of stretches of grove where the trees had thinned enough to let us see through to the natural passage they created, and we still couldn’t spot a—

  “Boat,” Fox whispered, grabbing my arm and turning my attention to a large yacht anchored at the other opening end of the mangroves. It was a huge boat, painted red and black, looking like a vicious thing. There was a name scrawled across the side in white brush strokes: Le Mans France. From where I slowed our boat to a stop, we could see no movement on the deck either.

  “L.M.F.… Jonah, this is it.” Fox grabbed the camera with the long lens, its body covered in a ziplock bag to prevent any water damage. I grabbed the binoculars. We both held our breaths as we scanned the deck, still seeing zero activity. There were stacks of suspicious-looking crates, all of them unlabeled, strapped down to the deck. The windows were all blacked out, so we couldn’t see anything that was happening inside of the quarters either.