by Tatum Throne
There was a crick in Hunter’s back as he sat up. He slept all night in his car—uncomfortably. He should have stayed at Camp Tack but the thought of sleeping so close to Phoenix did a number on him. Ever since he laid eyes on that massive cock as he strutted into the shower, he hadn’t stopped thinking about taking that chance with Phoenix. He even dreamt about having sex with him.
He looked down at the bulge in his tactical pants. He had a hard on that would kill him if he didn’t take care of it. Jerking off in the car wasn’t what he wanted to do, but he had little choice. He sat up. It was early Saturday morning with dawn not yet on the horizon. He had found a secluded area off the road to pull his car over to sleep. Dark trees surrounded him. Off in the distance, he saw the sign for a nature preserve.
Every thought was on Phoenix as he unbuttoned his fly and lowered his zipper. He’d been in such a rush to leave Camp Tack that he hadn’t bothered to put on boxers. His dick sprung free from his pants, hitting against the steering wheel. He struggled to get the lube from the console. He squirted some in his hand and moaned as he slid his hand up and down his quivering shaft, pinching the tip as he pulled his fist upward. Pre-cum dripped from his cockhead down over his knuckles. It wasn’t long before he was arched in his seat, jerking off so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.
Desperation was twisting through his body. He wanted to hear the sound of Phoenix’s voice as he came. That had him reaching for his cell phone even before he could process the thought. He found his number and hit call. Relief poured through him as it went straight to voicemail. It was exactly what he wanted. The sound of Phoenix’s voice echoed through the car. His balls pulled up tight against the base of his shaft. He was so fucking close to exploding. He just needed the sound of his affliction’s voice to get him there.
Hunter moaned when he heard the message start. “This is Lt. Phoenix Drake. I’m unable to take your call. Please leave a detailed message and a number where I can reach you. I’ll get back to you when I can.”
“Oh, fucking…God. I’m coming.” Somewhere in the dark, sex-fogged section of his mind he heard a beep that indicated he was supposed to leave a message. Too caught up in the moment, he jerked his hand up and down his shaft, pumping his hips. “I’m coming so fucking hard for you.”
Hunter bit his lip as his orgasm spun through his dick that his entire body convulsed, sending his jizz flying upward like a geyser. Line after line of cum landed on his steering wheel and black tactical pants. He was out of breath as he looked at the mess on himself and down at his phone. Belatedly, he realized that the message was still going. He scrambled for the phone, shutting it off.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered.
He slouched into the seat, stuffing his cock back into his pants. He grabbed a wet wipe, cleaning up. He was so fucking embarrassed. He just hoped to God Phoenix wouldn’t realize it was he who left the message.
Several seconds later, his cell phone buzzed. Lt. Phoenix Drake was calling him back. Hunter could feel the heat of embarrassment climbing up his face. He swallowed hard as he reached for the phone, still feeling the effects of his orgasm just moments before. “This is Hunter.”
“I just saw that you called. Where are you?”
There was no indication that he’d yet listened to his voicemail. “I’m…out.”
“I want to apologize for last night.”
“Don’t. I shouldn’t have said anything either.” With lust still thrumming through his veins, Hunter knew he had to get off the phone. “I’m about to head somewhere. Can I talk to you later?”
“Sure. I’ll call you later tonight.”
“Great.”
Hunter hung up the phone before he could reply. He just wasn’t ready to deal. He pulled up the Internet on his phone. The only thing that should have been on his mind was apartment hunting.
Since he had the day off, Hunter needed to get it done today. After sending out several messages to see places, Hunter started his car and headed back into town.
Worry about Phoenix listening to his voicemail had him not paying attention to where he was driving or where he was going. Hunter was now officially lost on the west side of town. He pulled a U-turn in the middle of the road after checking to make sure no one was coming. As he traveled down the road, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. He’d had the feeling ever since he got off the phone with Phoenix.
That one kiss with Phoenix had shaken him to the core, and he didn’t feel like he was going to get any stability back anytime soon. For the first time in his life, everything felt as though it were spinning out of control, but when he was standing next to Phoenix the spiraling stopped. He felt grounded. Whole. He hadn’t felt that way in a really long time.
With Phoenix handling his SWAT training, it felt as though he was losing his independence all over again. He hated the fact that he was so unsure of himself. He gripped the wheel tighter. He didn’t want to think about going into therapy. The past and those demons needed to stay in the past. He was not going to go there again.
Wind shook the car. It was a chilly summer day. Autumn was just around the corner. It wouldn’t be long before winter was hitting the city. Hunter reached over to the passenger seat, and picked up the piece of paper he had written the address for the last apartment on. He looked around, still not able to find the location of the apartment. Before he knew it, a cop car rode up his ass, tailgating him. It wasn’t long before lights were flashing in his rearview mirror.
What the fuck? He was getting pulled over. It was probably for that U-turn a minute before. He came to a stop and waited for the police officer to come to his window. As the black and white pulled up behind him, he thought of Phoenix and how he would know he had gotten stopped. Yep. It wouldn’t be long before everyone in the department knew about this traffic stop. He rolled down his window. As the officer sauntered up, Hunter tried not to thinking about the impending ticket or the fact that he had to declare that he was a police officer.
He glanced at his side mirror, catching sight of the officer’s muscular thighs. A shiver raced down his spine. Only one man he knew walked that way and it was the last man he wanted to see right now.
He didn’t have to look up to know that it was Phoenix on the other side. What was he doing on patrol? And more importantly, what was he doing following him?
Reluctantly, Hunter met his gaze, but didn’t feel like he could hold it for very long. When Phoenix looked at him, it did something to him. It shook him to his very core. He felt vulnerable and exposed. He felt like Phoenix could see his deepest desires and wanted to fulfill every one of them.
That one kiss had left a trail of promises in its wake. But experience told Hunter that those promises would turn into tears and they would do everything to break his soul. He could not love another man again. Phoenix had to understand. Hunter pushing him away was the best thing he ever did.
Those flashing lights continued to ricochet within Hunter’s rearview mirror. Fucking hell.
“Evening.”
That deep voice echoed through the nighttime air, sending a chill of sweet anticipation down Hunter’s spine. Phoenix wasn’t going to make this easy on him.
“Evening, Lt. Drake. I didn’t know you ran patrol.”
“I usually don’t. I was on my way to take this car to the shop for servicing as a favor to TJ.”
Phoenix put his palm on the edge of his door. He pulled his flashlight, directing the light onto a paper sitting on the passenger seat. He saw the number for an apartment complex nearby. Hunter was sure that he memorized the number before clicking off the light and putting his flashlight back onto his belt.
“Mind stepping out.”
“I’d rather not.”
“Step out of the car so we can talk.”
So, this was how Phoenix wanted to play things. Fine with him. He’d submit to his rules for now. He got out of his car, shocked when Phoenix slammed his car door shut. Unsure of what to do, Hunter k
new he had to obey. He was shocked when Phoenix led him away from his car and toward the patrol car.
“Where you headed?” Phoenix asked.
“To look at an apartment.”
As Phoenix pressed Hunter’s body against the hood of the patrol car, all Hunter could think about was how this was going to affect his career. “Are you arresting me?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
Hunter knew without a doubt that Phoenix was walking a fine line with him. There was something about the way he looked at him that tore his soul apart. Phoenix’s hands were rough and demanding as they moved across his clothed body. He could only imagine how rough and demanding they would be when they were naked. That thought sent a shiver racing down his spine. That shudder flexed over his rim, making his dick instantly hard. The fact that Phoenix was going to arrest him was turning him on and it shouldn’t have.
He was pulled up so that they were facing each other. Again, Hunter became very aware of their size differences. Phoenix was wider, stronger. He could easily break him. In a small part of Hunter’s mind, he wanted Phoenix to break him. He wanted to be taken to his hard limit until he was coding his safe word, but secretly wanting Phoenix to go on past that. Hunter never had a man who fulfilled every promise with him. He was certain Phoenix would, but could he trust him? There was a good chance he couldn’t.
A second unit pulled up. The humiliation was continuing. Phoenix went over to talk to them for a few seconds before the car pulled away. It was obvious that Phoenix wanted to deal with him alone.
“You should realize that I’m technically not on duty.”
Surprise moved through Hunter. “You’re not?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then why are you giving me trouble?”
Those piercing eyes burned deep within his soul. It was clear why Phoenix was giving him a hard time. He was just as sexually frustrated as Hunter was feeling inside. Knowing he shouldn’t, Hunter purposely stepped forward, brushing his body against Phoenix’s thick thighs . He could tell that Phoenix was equally annoyed and turned on.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Phoenix said.
“Why not?”
“Are you afraid of me?”
“No, I’m not.”
“You should be.”
Right then and there, Hunter wasn’t afraid of him, but deep down he was. He’d been psychologically and emotionally burned once. Another time would quite possibly kill him.
“Hands on the hood.”
What the fuck? He was serious. Disobedience was not an option. Hunter placed his hands on the warm hood. “Is this really necessary?”
“Do you have anything on you that could injury me? Any weapons?”
Phoenix’s rough hands started to frisk his chest and down over his hips, jerking his tactical pants around. Hunter’s cock flooded with heat. Those strong hands moved down over his legs, purposely coming in close to his balls, jostling them. And then he moved them to the front where he grabbed his meat with a quick, jerking motion. Phoenix froze when he realized that their encounter was turning him on fast—not to mention that he was now gripping his cock like it was a weapon. When he realized what he was grabbing, Phoenix finally let go after a firm yank that sent a shot of pre-cum into his black tactical pants.
A moan of pleasure echoed deep in his chest as he tried to suppress the sound from Phoenix’s hearing. Hunter’s pockets were emptied and his wallet was placed on top of the hood.
“I want to know what you’re doing with all that money.”
Hunter knew he didn’t have to explain the money in his wallet. He didn’t have to explain the fact that he was so afraid of being poor that he carried a large amount of cash on him. He didn’t have to explain that he felt frightened and inferior at the fact that he’d grown up dirt poor. He was so afraid of being deprived again that he saved every dime he made and invested wisely to the point that he was wealthy but didn’t advertise it.
“Well?”
“Having money isn’t a crime.”
Phoenix didn’t seem to like that answer. What was he supposed to say? It wasn’t illegal to carry so much cash. Or was it? He could easily inform I.A. of what was going on and the fact that he had a large amount of money on him. The questions had already come about his vehicle. He had gotten it used at an estate sale. It was practically new and had low miles on it. Hunter still couldn’t shake the feeling that Phoenix didn’t trust or believe him.
With his hands pressed against the hood, Phoenix brought out his cuffs, locking them down on his wrists.
“I’m doing this for my safety.”
Fear reverberated through his heart. He did not like being locked up. “Is this really necessary?”
“What do you think?”
* * * *
Phoenix pulled his small flashlight out, shining it into his wallet as he looked through his personal things. Why was he being such a dick to Hunter? God, didn’t he have enough problems to deal with? Phoenix started pulling everything out of his wallet and setting it onto the hood. First came out all his cash. He stood there counting it.
Annoyed that Hunter had run from him, Phoenix used his body to hold him in place next to the patrol car.
“Do you always carry fifteen hundred dollars in your wallet?”
“No.”
“How much do you usually carry?”
“Four grand.”
Why was he carrying so much cash? He shouldn’t have had that much on him considering he’s…what the fuck? Two condoms. Phoenix’s fingers tightened down on the foil. The thought of Hunter slipping that latex over his cock or someone else’s nearly had him punching the hood of the cruiser. He did not want to think about Hunter having sex with anyone else. He dropped the condoms onto the hood as though he were showing his hand of cards. A dark blush crept up Hunter’s neck, revealing just how he felt about Phoenix playing with his condoms.
With the memory of their last encounter burning its way through Phoenix’s mind, he reached for his cell phone when he felt it buzz to life. It was a text from TJ about meeting him at the garage to pick him up soon. As he was putting his phone away, he noticed the voicemail indicator in the corner. He dialed his voicemail and waited as it took him through the prompts.
“Oh, fucking…God. I’m coming.” Long pause where he heard the sound of flesh smacking bare flesh. The heavy sound of labored breathing and a needy whimper as Lt. Philips jacked his cock off on his voicemail. “I’m coming so fucking hard for you.” There was another long pause. “Holy fuck!”
The message cut off. Phoenix’s cock flexed out, punching the inside of his tactical pants so hard it left him breathing roughly. He saved the message and then hit the speaker button as it replayed.
“Mind telling me about this.”
“Oh, fucking…God. I’m coming.” Long pause where they heard the sound of flesh smacking bare flesh. The heavy sound of Hunter’s labored breathing and a needy whimper as he beat his cock off. “I’m coming so fucking hard for you!” There was another long pause that made Hunter squirm. “Holy fuck!”
“Turn it off!”
Intrigued, Phoenix put his cell phone away very aware of the fact that Hunter had finished himself off the following morning after their encounter in the bathroom. Heat still mixed with embarrassment on Hunter’s cheeks. Using the moment to his advantage, Phoenix moved his hands passively over his body, causing Hunter to groan as he jostled his dick.
“Where you heading?”
“I was on my way home.”
“Were you really?”
Phoenix set his wallet on the hood and felt the pockets of his jeans a second time. There was nothing left there to feel except his tight, athletic ass. Phoenix knew that Hunter had secrets and he hated the fact that the man he wanted wouldn’t completely trust him.
“Well, I’m actually going to look at an apartment to rent.”
He pulled Hunter around so that they were facing each other. “Are you now?”
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br /> “Yes.”
Annoyance moved through Phoenix. He had pulled him over on purpose because he was tired of the shit Hunter was pulling. He was deliberately trying to fail his training with SWAT, and he didn’t like that at all. That thought had him thinking about the spare room he had upstairs. He removed Hunter’s cuffs. He picked up the contents of his pockets and systematically handed it all back to Hunter.
He drew a business card out from his front pocket and scribbled an address on the front. He didn’t expect Hunter to take the offer, but he was going to try anyway.
“I know of a place. You should check it out.”
Shock moved through Hunter’s eyes as he took the card. Phoenix was very aware of the way their hands brushed as he took the card.
“Thanks.”
“Drive safe.”
He waited until Hunter got back behind the wheel. As he walked back to TJ’s patrol car, Phoenix couldn’t help but wonder what kind of trouble Hunter was in. Most guys didn’t carry that much money or have all their belongings in the back of their car. That had Phoenix questioning if he even had a place to stay. Temptation had him wanting to follow Hunter, but he knew he had to give him some space if he was going to get him to do what he wanted.
Phoenix grabbed his cell phone and dialed the number to the apartment complex. When the landlord answered, Phoenix did something he couldn’t believe he was doing. “Hi, this is Lt. Drake with the CPD. I understand you’re meeting a man named Hunter to show him an apartment.”
“Yeah. He was due here ten minutes ago.”
“Do me a favor and don’t rent to the guy.”
“Mind telling me why?”
“He’s bad news.”
“Thanks for the heads up, Officer.”
“No problem. Have a nice evening.”
Disgusted at himself, Phoenix hung up the phone. He was heading home just in case Hunter decided to see the spare room he had for rent.
Chapter Four
Later that night, Phoenix was shocked when he heard the knock at the door. In all honesty, he was stunned that Hunter had taken so long to get there. He had already showered and changed into a pair of blue jeans and a T-shirt. His hair was still damp from his shower. He went to the front door and opened it. On the other side, Hunter looked surprised and confused that he was seeing him there.
