Slow Dating the Detective

by Sue Brown

  She vanished as quickly as she came, and Keenan groaned. “She heard that, didn’t she?”

  “Yup.”

  He glowered at Nate. “You could have stopped me.”

  “How?” Nate protested. “I didn’t know what you were going to say.”

  “I was talking about strippers. That was bad enough. Now she probably thinks I’m a pervert.” Keenan kept his voice down to a whisper.

  Nate picked up his knife and fork. “Eat your brunch. Who cares what anyone else thinks?”

  Keenan knew Nate was right. He shouldn’t care, but he did. He sliced off a sliver of steak and chewed. It melted in his mouth and he took another bite.

  “Good?” Nate asked.

  “Good,” Keenan confirmed around a mouthful of steak.

  “My mom would be telling you not to talk with your mouth full.”

  “So would mine,” Keenan admitted wryly. “She’s always scolding us for our lack of manners.”

  “Let’s make a pact. Our parents never meet.”

  “It’s not likely to happen, but agreed.”

  “Why not? I’ve already met your parents.”

  “I haven’t seen you for more than a minute since the dinner at my mom’s,” Keenan pointed out.

  “I’ve been in the bar,” Nate protested.

  “I’ve seen you in the bar. We haven’t talked. You’re like the Scarlet Pimpernel.”

  “‘We seek him here, we seek him there?’”

  “Something like that,” Keenan agreed. “You’ve been as elusive.”

  Nate took a long time to answer. He seemed fascinated by the contents of his bottle. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  “While you were seeing other guys? You knew I was fine. You didn’t need to keep an eye on me.”

  “What?” Now Nate looked genuinely startled. “Where did you get that from?”

  “Ramon. He’s seen you with other guys. You haven’t been near me.” Keenan had to forcibly relax his fingers around his knife and fork. The idea that Keenan had been so forgettable that Nate had already moved on rankled more than he liked to admit.

  “I’m going to kill him,” Nate gritted out. His jaw flexed. “I didn’t want to bother you while you were coming to grips with your new job, and I didn’t know if you’d get into trouble with Dan if you stopped to talk to me.”

  Christ, that was it? Nate was being considerate of his new job? “What about the other guys?”

  “What other guys? I’ve been working, or seeing family.” Nate groaned. “He could have seen me with Padraic.”

  “Who’s Padraic?”

  “My brother-in-law.”

  Keenan wished the floor would open him up and swallow him whole. “You’ve been out with your brother-in-law?”

  Nate looked like he was veering between annoyed and laughing. “Several times. He’s married to my older sister in Wyoming. He stayed with me because it’s quieter than Roxy’s house and saves on a hotel.”

  “I’m going to kill Ramon.”

  “Not if I get there first,” Nate growled.

  “He was worried…. I was worried,” Keenan admitted. “You weren’t talking to me, and he didn’t want me to get involved.”

  “He’s very protective of you.” There was an edge to Nate’s voice that Keenan couldn’t miss.

  “He’s very protective of everyone. You may not have seen it yet, but if anyone attacks a member of the squad, Ramon will have them by the throat.”

  “As long as he remembers he’s got his own boyfriend.” Nate didn’t sound particularly mollified.

  Keenan’s heart leaped at the mention of a boyfriend. “Tell me what you want, Nate.”

  “Me? I’d like to take you home and shove you up against the wall and fuck you stupid.”

  “Now?” Keenan’s voice shot up to an octave he hadn’t reached since his voice broke.

  “No time like the present.” Nate raised an eyebrow. “Coming?”

  Hell yes.

  Keenan caught the eye of the waitress, any thought of embarrassment forgotten. “Check please.”

  Chapter 10

  THEY FELL through Keenan’s front door and stayed on their feet by a sheer miracle. Keenan didn’t have time to take a breath before Nate slammed him against the wall, his hand cupping Keenan’s head to cushion the blow. The mirror rattled, but it stayed up. Keenan was relieved. He didn’t want to deal with a horny man and broken glass around their feet, but he would have crawled over broken glass to get to Nate.

  He opened his mouth to ask if they wanted to move it to the bedroom, but Nate was there, his mouth on Keenan’s, his tongue down Keenan’s throat. Keenan closed his eyes and let Nate take charge. This was his rodeo and he wasn’t giving Keenan a moment to think about it. Nate tugged on Keenan’s shirt and pulled it free from his jeans. Then his warm hands were roaming over Keenan’s skin, thumbing over his nipples, tugging lightly on the soft hair spread across Keenan’s chest. Keenan groaned, the sound captured by Nate’s mouth.

  Nate pulled back to study Keenan’s face. “You still want this?”

  Keenan answered by carding his fingers through Nate’s hair and pulling him closer for a kiss. He relished the rasp of Nate’s afternoon shadow on his cheeks and chin. Nate chuckled, more of a rumble in his chest than an actual sound. He kissed Keenan again, his lips hard and rough against Keenan’s. Gone was the distant guy of a few days previous. Nate wanted him, and Keenan was more than happy to oblige.

  He pushed at Nate’s jacket, needing to get at the hard, muscular body underneath. Nate took the jacket off and flung it in a heap over a small table. Then it was Nate’s turn to strip Keenan, undoing the buttons at speed and pushing his shirt off his shoulders. Keenan bent down and almost collided heads with Nate as he undid Nate’s boots and tugged them off. Then he attacked Nate’s button fly and tugged his jeans down his legs, taking his briefs with them. Freed of denim and cotton, Nate’s hard dick and large, fur-covered balls framed by a neat patch of dark hair were on display for Keenan. He only had to lean forward to give the mushroom head a lick.

  Keenan looked up at Nate to see him staring down, his eyes hooded, expression unreadable. The lack of expression worried Keenan. Nate had been the one to initiate this. He’d been the one to slam Keenan against the wall. Why wasn’t he showing any emotion? Keenan gathered up his confidence and ran his hands up Nate’s muscular thighs. They trembled underneath his fingers. Maybe Nate wasn’t as unaffected as he made out.

  Keenan asked the question with his eyes, and Nate gave a nod. Permission granted, Keenan leaned forward and licked him from the base of his shaft to the tip. Nate gripped his hair with an almost painful intensity as Keenan swirled his tongue around the glans seeking out Nate’s taste. Nate was silent above him, no moans or whimpers, but his hands told Keenan everything he needed to know. He let the grip guide him to what Nate liked best—having his balls sucked and the delicate orbs rolled with his tongue, always one of Keenan’s favorite things to do. Nate’s thighs shook under Keenan’s hands when Keenan paid attention to the head of his cock, licking and sucking it in as far as he could manage.

  Keenan’s own dick pressed against the confines of his jeans, begging to be allowed out to play, but Keenan told it to wait. He had more important things to do. Between his hands and his mouth, Keenan covered the hot shaft, loving it until the part of his mind still in operation worried his hair was going to be pulled out. Then Nate let out a loud moan and the grip eased a fraction. Keenan pulled away and fluttered a series of wet kisses up the shaft.

  “More,” Nate said hoarsely.

  Monosyllabic words was a good look on Nate. Keenan would have to remember blowjobs rendered Nate speechless.

  Keenan took a deep breath and went back to sucking and licking until his jaw ached and saliva coated his chin. He didn’t care about either. He just wanted to shoot Nate’s brains out of his balls. Nate gripped harder onto Keenan’s hair and took over the action, pumping into Nate’s willing mouth. A
grunt was all the warning he got before Nate slammed into his mouth to spurt warm seed down his throat. Keenan held his thighs and eagerly took everything Nate gave him. His own erection pressed painfully in his jeans, but it would have to wait.

  He let Nate ride out his orgasm, still holding on to him in his mouth until Nate sighed, pulled out, and slumped down the wall to sit on the floor. Keenan sat beside him, ignoring the cold seeping through the floorboards, and let Nate rest his head on Keenan’s shoulder.

  “Let me recover a minute,” Nate mumbled. “Think you blew my brains out through my dick.”

  Unseen by Nate, Keenan smiled. Job done.

  He relaxed against the wall and let Nate recover in comfortable silence, his breathing slowing to almost match Keenan’s. Neither of them seemed in a rush to start round two, and Keenan’s arousal settled to a background need, ready to be satisfied when Nate was. After a while—it could have been two minutes, it could have been ten—Nate raised his head, cupped Keenan’s chin in his hand, and turned so he could kiss Keenan again. Keenan couldn’t hold back the whimper in the back of his throat. Nate was a pro at kissing, and he shifted so he could straddle Keenan’s thighs. The kiss continued, the tender press of lips getting harder until they were eagerly exploring each other’s mouths, and Keenan realized Nate could taste himself in Keenan’s mouth. Nate’s hands moved restlessly over Keenan’s shoulders, as though he were mapping and learning the contours of his body. Keenan let him do what he wanted, willing to give Nate the time to get to know him.

  Nate muttered something incoherent in the crook of Keenan’s neck.

  “What did you say?” Keenan asked.

  Nate raised his head, and Keenan was blown away by his darkly intense expression. “I said you’re beautiful.”

  Keenan flushed and looked away. He was average, and he knew it. Nate caught his chin and forced him to look in Nate’s eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he said again. “You have no idea just how gorgeous you are.”

  They were straying into intimate territory, and Keenan wasn’t ready for that yet. He kissed Nate, sent a line of kisses from Nate’s mouth to his ear. He briefly sucked on the lobe and then started to kiss down his neck.

  Nate groaned and pressed into Keenan’s kisses. “This was supposed to be me driving you mad.”

  “I’m here and waiting.” Keenan gave a little thrust up.

  “Hmmm, you are ready and waiting,” Nate purred as he pressed into the obvious bulge in Keenan’s jeans.

  “I’ve been a real good boy.” Keenan clamped his hand over Nate’s, needing more than the light touch Nate was giving him. “Please, sir, I want more.”

  Oh boy. Nate’s expression suddenly turned dangerous, and Keenan swallowed.

  “What do you want, boy?”

  “Suck me, fuck me, rim me. I don’t care. Just make me come.”

  “I can do that,” Nate said, although he didn’t say which one.

  Nate attacked Keenan’s fly and pulled his jeans off, leaving him in his dark green briefs. There was an obvious wet spot where Keenan’s much-neglected cock had been leaking. Nate leaned forward, mouthed the material and sucked on it lightly, expanding the damp circle.

  “Fuck,” Keenan breathed out, trying to hang on to his control. At this rate it wouldn’t take much to make him come in his underwear.

  Nate hummed, breathed warm air over the wet spot, and then pulled the briefs down. Keenan’s dick slapped wetly against Keenan’s belly, and Nate threw the briefs somewhere and focused again on Keenan’s dick. “I’m gonna suck you this time. Too soon to fuck. Should have thought about that before we got going.” He looked up, his eyes bright. “Got any lube?”

  “Bedroom, nightstand. Up the stairs, first right.” Keenan frowned at him. “I thought you were going to suck me.”

  Nate stood and looked down at him, his cock already showing interest. “That’s what my mouth is going to be doing. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers.” He waggled his fingers at Keenan and gave him a wicked grin.

  “Jesus!” Keenan grabbed the base of his cock. He could come just at the thought of Nate’s fingers sliding inside him. “Don’t do that.”

  Nate smirked at him. “Hang on tight. I’ve got plans for that.”

  He watched Nate go, admiring the muscles at play under his skin as he ran up the stairs, unselfconscious of his nudity. Keenan lay back, his hand wrapped around his cock, close to climax but not wanting to miss Nate’s mouth on him.

  Nate appeared a minute later, the familiar bottle in his hand. “Found it.”

  “I’ll have to keep lube down here if we do this again.”

  It was a casual remark. He cursed himself for jumping ahead, but Nate said, “Good idea. I like the idea of taking you against the wall.”

  Keenan had a sudden image of himself, face against the wall, Nate plastered against his back, reaching around to jerk Keenan’s dick. From the way Keenan’s dick leaped in his hand, his body was fully on board with that idea. “Just get down here,” he said shakily, holding out his free hand.

  Nate knelt and pushed between Keenan’s legs. The snick of the cap was loud in the silence of the hallway, and Keenan watched Nate squeeze lube onto his long, thick fingers. He shivered in anticipation and drew his legs up to give Nate better access. Nate bent down and licked across the head of Keenan’s dick. Keenan thrust up, wanting more than a light lick, but Nate pressed him down with a firm hand on his belly.

  “Stay where you are,” he ordered and licked Keenan’s cock again.

  Keenan couldn’t hold back the whimper as the lick turned into Nate’s mouth sucking on the head. He closed his eyes and sank into the sensations of the first blowjob in more time than he cared to think about. He wasn’t going to last long, but he’d stave it off as long as he could, because he didn’t want to lose this. Keenan gasped as he felt Nate rim his hole with one slick finger. Oh God yes, he needed this. He pushed against the pressure, wanting more, and Nate obliged and dipped into his hole. At the same time, Nate sucked his cock into his hot, tight mouth, and sweat prickled across Keenan’s forehead. One finger dove in deeper, while Nate’s tongue did magic things to his shaft. Keenan pressed down on the blunt finger as it fucked him. Two fingers—more of a burn this time. It was good.

  Keenan relished the pain and pleasure, his whole attention focused on his cock and his ass. It seemed Nate had every intention of driving Keenan out of his mind with pleasure, and Keenan was fully on board with that idea. Nate crooked his fingers and Keenan shouted at the burst of sensation. He wanted it again, but Nate pulled his fingers back to the ring of muscle. Keenan whimpered and flailed out in an attempt to find Nate. He forced open his eyes to see the most perfect sight ever. A dark head between his legs, a mouth wrapped around his cock, stretched by the shaft. Then Keenan’s attention shattered as Nate drove his fingers back in again. At the same time, he sank back on Keenan’s cock. Keenan splintered in the overwhelming sensation, no part of him attached to his mind or body, as his life pulsed through his cock. He was gone, finished, done.

  Somewhere through the earth-shattering orgasm, Keenan could hear his phone ringing, but there was no way he would stop to answer it. He didn’t have anything left except for the pleasure coursing through his body at the mouth and hands of Nate.

  An eternity later Keenan stared down at Nate who was still in the same position, his cheek resting on Keenan’s thigh. Needing to touch him, Keenan stroked Nate’s hair and relished the feeling of the tight curls under his fingers.

  “Fuck.” It was the first thing Nate had said since Keenan’s orgasm. He sounded breathless, as overwhelmed as Keenan was feeling.

  Keenan hummed in agreement. That was about the limit of his coherence too.

  Nate raised his head, and Keenan let his fingers slide free, unable to resist the urge to caress Nate’s jaw one last time.

  “That was amazing. You’re amazing.” Nate’s voice was hoarse, and he swallowed hard a couple of times as though he had to get his voice t
o work. Keenan laughed, but Nate shook his head. “I mean it. The things I want to do with you.”

  “And I want to do every single one of them with you.”

  Chapter 11

  “HEY, KEENAN. It’s Nate. I know it’s short notice, but are you free tonight?”

  Keenan hunted for his keys through a pile of envelopes on the kitchen counter. “Not tonight, Nate. Sorry, I’ve got plans.”

  “No worries. Another time.” Nate’s voice rumbled in Keenan’s ear. He sounded disappointed at Keenan’s refusal.

  Briefly Keenan thought about canceling his plans. He was only going to the movies by himself. But he’d gotten his ticket at the IMAX and he’d wanted to see this movie since the trailer was released.

  He also didn’t want Nate to think Keenan was just sitting by the phone waiting for him to call for another hookup. It had been nearly a week since their lunch date, and Keenan hadn’t heard from him since.

  “Another time. Sorry, Nate, I’ve got to go.”

  “Okay, then. Bye.”

  No talk of when they’d meet again.

  Nate disconnected, and Keenan was left staring at his keys. He almost called Nate back, but then he shook his head. He’d been waiting for this day for months, and he was going to enjoy it.

  The lobby of the movie theater was crowded, and Keenan was jostled on all sides by people anxious to buy their popcorn and soda before the movie started. He almost decided to come back another day as the sheer volume of people set his nerves jangling. He didn’t mind people, just not so many of them.

  He clutched his buttered popcorn and soda and wove his way through the crowd. Once he found his seat, Keenan started to relax, and he looked around. The seats started to fill up and he stood up several times to let people pass. The lights hadn’t dimmed yet, and it gave Keenan a chance to people watch. Most were focused on their phones. Keenan found prolonged use gave him a headache, so he avoided using his cell unless he had to.

  Unsurprisingly, most of the audience were young men, and Keenan enjoyed the eye candy. Not a bad way to spend his Saturday evening. He’d negotiated the time off with Dan because he’d bought the ticket before he started to work at Cowboys and Angels.