by Marie Jermy
Jez decided to be cautious for the moment. She didn’t want to burst the delicious bubble of living with and loving two men just yet. She was only just getting used to the idea. “How would I get to know you when I’m working?” she said to Steve. “The only time will be when I’m off duty because I’ll tell you now, at the end of each shift, whichever one I work, day or night, I have a quick meal, a shower, and then I’m asleep.”
“No probs. I’ll be on duty with you anyway.”
“Oh, no, you won’t!” Nick’s scowl froze Steve’s determined grin. “The lieutenant transferred me, not you. Besides, you’re on sick leave. You’re here to rest.”
Steve crossed his arms yet his mouth twitched with a smile. “What are you? My boss?”
“No, but when you do transfer, I will be.”
“What?” Jez and Steve said in unison. Steve opened his mouth, but Jez cut in. Steve had requested a transfer? So he and Nick were staying? “Oh, no, you don’t. I’m asking first since this involves me more than it does you.”
“For the moment, sugar.”
Steve’s grin was crookedly sexy and tripped her heart a few more beats. Then he winked and her pussy moistened and twitched. She shifted from one foot the other, trying to ignore the effect that Steve was having on her. Well, she tried but failed. “Are you saying you’re planning on staying? Explain,” she continued at Nick’s nod.
“Chief Connors is retiring and he wants me to replace him. It didn’t take me too long to say yes.” Nick gave a nonchalant shrug, yet his midnight eyes remained extremely solemn. “Jez, we’re so serious about you that yes we are staying. Not for six months but permanently. I’ve even made enquiries about an old ranch house just out of town off First Street. It’ll be our home if you like it enough.”
“The old Reagan’s place?”
“That be the one,” Nick confirmed. “Come view it with us. It’s your decision, too, where we all live.”
“Whoa, Nick,” Steve interrupted. “And when were you going to tell me about this? Not that I’m not serious about you, sugar, ’cause I am. Very serious just in case you’re wondering,” he told Jez.
“I’m telling you now.”
Jez watched Nick and Steve almost staring each other out. It wasn’t aggressive in the least, it was just like they’d come to a mutual agreement on permanently moving to Silver Creek and buying a house without even discussing it. She shook her head. They wanted her to live with them. This was something she needed to carefully think about. It was a big step, and she needed to know for certain that after revealing her secret neither Nick nor Steve would bolt. She needed their complete and utter trust.
“We can rent both our apartments out,” Nick continued. “I know a couple of rookies who’d want them. I’ll contact them in the morning and give them first refusal.”
“Yeah, okay,” Steve agreed. “The extra income always comes in handy.” He clapped his hands together. “So when do we get to see this place then? How big is it? Does it need doing up?”
“A few minor repairs and it needs redecorating, but the realtor says that’s about it. I’ll phone him in the morning before I—”
“Excuse me, I’m still here,” Jez interrupted, reminding them. “I need time. I have to think about this.”
“Of course,” Steve said. “Like I said, we won’t rush you.”
“But you are. You two are discussing buying the Reagan’s place like it’s a done deal.”
“Sorry,” Steve apologized. “We’re just excited.”
Jez flicked a glance at Nick, who was lifting the customary chocolate bar from the desk drawer. If he was excited, then he wasn’t showing it. But then since she’d known him and worked with him, and apart from the candy snacking, Nick always came across as serious. If he suddenly started jiggling and giggling like a kid in a toy store, she might think something was seriously wrong. “I’d like to be alone now. Like I said, I need time. There’s a lot to think about.”
Nick’s smile expressed understanding. “Okay, angel. But I’ll be back in the morning to help you with those interviews.”
She returned Nick’s smile. Angel? She liked that. “No. I’ll get George to help me.”
“I told you. I don’t trust him.”
“Then you’re gonna have to trust me. Okay?”
“I’d rather stay.”
Steve caught Nick’s arm and tugged him toward the door. “No. Let’s go. Jez will be fine.”
“But—”
“No buts.” Steve shot her a reassuring grin as he grabbed Nick’s jacket and pushed him through the door. Nick began to protest as he wrestled his arms into the sleeves. “Shit, Nick, chill, will ya?”
More grumblings from Nick were followed by further rebukes from Steve and then silence. Jez walked to the window. Through the mass of tumbling snowflakes, she could just about make out Nick and Steve crossing the road and making their way up Silver Street toward the Anderson home. Then they were gone, swallowed up by a white shield.
She turned away from the window and sat down at her desk, pulling the Venetian blinds closed as she did. She picked up her pen to continue writing her reports interrupted by Nick’s arrival when feelings of loneliness suddenly swept over her. Sure, she’d asked Nick and Steve to leave, but that didn’t make it any easier. Then again, she wasn’t alone—there were two men in the cells. But they weren’t Nick and Steve. Funny that she’d only known Steve for half hour at the most and already she missed him.
Jez sighed. Tonight was going to be a very long night.
Chapter 11
“I should’ve stayed.”
Steve pulled a face while he undressed, folding his clothes into a neat pile on a nearby chest. “Jez will be fine. She said so. Trust her, Nick.”
“I do. It’s that prick Sanders that I don’t trust. He’s so up his own ass, it’s difficult to tell his head from a log of shit.”
“He sounds a real barrelful of laughs. I can’t wait to meet him.” Standing by the window, the drapes aside, Steve could see the world was covered in a thick white sheet, though thankfully, it had stopped snowing. The same shade as Nick’s eyes, the night sky sparkled with stars. He had never seen so many or so bright. The streets of LA was so lit by neon that Orion’s Belt or the Big Dipper weren’t exactly visible through the orange haze.
“Come away from the window. You’ll catch a cold. C’mon, come to bed, sweetpea.”
Shivering, Steve turned. His own clothes and thermals now draped over a chair, Nick was burrowed beneath the bed covers. He’d cracked up the moment he first spied Nick’s long johns. He wasn’t laughing now. He sincerely hoped Denham’s Outfitters where Nick had purchased his thermals had ordered more stock. “Sweetpea? Jeez, Nick, that’s too mushy. Even for you.”
“I am not mushy.”
He cocked a mocking brow. “No, ’cause you aren’t. Why don’t you call Jez ‘sweetpea’?”
“No. She’s angel.”
Steve grinned as he pulled back the covers and joined Nick. “That she is.” Instantly, his skin warmed and tingled at Nick’s body heat, and blood roared straight to his cock. He grew hotter when Nick put an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer. Face to face, skin to skin, Steve felt his hard cock bob against Nick’s. Then Nick’s free hand crept between them and held the rigid length, gently tugging his foreskin back and forth over the plump head, his thumb teasing the slit. His eyes drifted shut. Shit, that felt good, but in all honesty, he liked it firmer.
Nick’s breath feathered across his face. “Do you like that? Or do you want me to stroke the whole of your cock?”
“Mmm, yeah. Yeah. And firm. Really pull my cock.” He groaned and leaked pre-cum when Nick did as told.
“You’re so hard for me. Why have we waited so long?”
Steve reopened his eyes. “I’ve been asking myself the same question. In all honesty, I don’t know.”
“I need to make love to you, Steve, now. If not, I’ll go stir-crazy.” Nick pulled his
hand away and tongued the drop of thick seed from the tip of his thumb that Steve had leaked. “Mmm, perfect.”
Steve eagerly accepted Nick’s tongue as Nick pressed his open mouth to his. Their kiss was long and loaded with so much lust that Steve felt his toes curl. Nick then rolled and tucked Steve’s body beneath him, their chests melding as they rubbed against each other. Taking great delight in the smooth, muscular skin, his hands slid down Nick’s spine to cup his ass, his fingers kneading the tight globes. Nick murmured incoherently while he dotted kisses down Steve’s throat and licked around his nipples, his knees edging Steve’s legs open.
With Nick’s exquisite mouth teasing his nipples into sensitive nubs and his hand once again rubbing his cock up and down, Steve groaned deep, not sure how long he could last. His balls were that tight and loaded to fire at any moment. Then Nick quickened his hand and Steve knew he wasn’t going to last, his seed all ready to shoot. “Nick,” he rasped, his breath catching in his throat when Nick bit down on one of his peaked nipples and then tongued away the sting. “I’m coming! I’m gonna fucking come.”
“Yes, baby, yes. Come for me. Come in my mouth.”
Steve couldn’t help bucking his hips when Nick quickly descended and enclosed his lips around his throbbing cock. The gentle palming of his balls and the strong sucking on his prick blew his fucking mind. But he wanted more. Thrusting his hips upward once, he pushed his cock farther, and with no resistance from Nick, euphoria gripped his whole body at the tight muscles of Nick’s throat working his shaft. He clenched the sheet beneath him as he exploded into Nick’s greedy mouth, his cum seemingly endless and hot.
Nick milked him until he was dry and completely boneless. An equally satisfied smile on his face, Nick rose up and planted a cum-smelling kiss on his lips. “Happy?”
“Elated. And well worth the wait.” Nick smiled and dropped another kiss on his lips. “But let’s not wait any longer. Are you ready for me?”
Steve’s calmed heart raced. “You bet.” He rolled over onto his front and leisurely studied Nick while he located a bottle of lube. Nick’s body was magnificent, hard in all the right places and perfectly sized. He let his gaze linger on the thick length jutting from the trim dark bush of hair to his groin. Nick’s cock was over eight inches of fucking pleasure. He couldn’t wait for his ass to be filled with the exquisite meat.
“Hope the lube’s not too cold,” Nick said, rejoining him.
He heard the bottle cap flick open while he positioned himself onto his knees. “Oh, I’m sure your delicious cock will heat it up soon enough.”
“Count on it. Open your legs further, baby.”
Steve did as he was told, his satisfied cock and balls dangling heavy. He moaned when Nick gently speared his asshole with fingers greased with cool lube, probing at first and then delving a little deeper. He counted two fingers then a third spread him wider. He squeezed the digits, excitement gathering when Nick swatted his ass cheeks. “Harder,” he begged, fisting the sheets.
“Yeah? You want me to spank you while I fuck your ass with my fingers?”
Nick’s wonderfully raspy tone excited him further. There was a pause, then Nick slapped his free hand against his ass cheek, his lubed fingers pushing deeper. “Fuck, yes!” Further slaps followed and he could feel Nick’s fingers moving in and out, igniting the sensitive nerve endings within his tunnel. It felt so good that Steve couldn’t help thrusting his hips, shoving his ass back against Nick’s fingers and burying them deep.
“You feel so hot.” Nick leaned over his back, nipping his ear. “I need you now, Steve.”
He needed Nick, too. “Yes, now. Now! Now!” He growled when Nick slowly removed his fingers from his lubed ass and teased his crack.
Nick moved upright. “Patience, my love. I want to savor your sweet ass. Fuck you slowly.”
“And I want you to fuck me fast.” Steve widened his thighs and waited. He didn’t have to wait long. In the next heartbeat, Nick positioned the head of his hard prick and punched his asshole. The act didn’t hurt one bit, but was full of tender, loving power. He relaxed totally when Nick thrust again and buried his cock balls-deep. Nick paused then, lovingly sliding his hands over Steve’s hips and holding him steady.
“I love you.” Nick’s voice was full of want, making Steve feel gooey and totally loved.
“Nick.” Steve moaned as Nick withdrew his cock and then pushed forward again, the hot, iron length blasting against his sensitive nerves. Nick moved faster, thrust his hips and fucked Steve. The bump against his prostate gland sent Steve into heaven, the overwhelming pleasure of Nick’s cock fucking him, loving him, making him cross-eyed.
“Are you hard for me again, baby?”
Oh, he was definitely hard for Nick again. The tip of his rigid cock brushed the sheets, wetting the soft cotton with beads of thick pre-cum. One hand braced on the mattress, he held his cock in his other and pulled, his whacking hand as fast as Nick’s prick fucking his ass.
Fucking hell, it was like Nick said. This had been worth the wait. Steve’s heart hammered and his cock throbbed and pulsed as he drew closer to release. Nick’s cock again bumped his prostate and he was there. “I’m coming, Nick! I’m coming!” His anal muscles tightened around Nick’s prick. Nick groaned in response, the final ram and deep seating of his cock in Steve’s ass leading Steve to pump cum all over the sheets as Nick pumped his own cum deep inside him.
Panting hard, Nick folded his body over Steve’s back. “I love you,” he whispered in his ear.
Steve turned his head and grabbed a quick kiss. From the heat bouncing back, he guessed his face was as flushed as Nick’s. “And I love you.” They nuzzled noses.
“I’ll go get a cloth to clean you.”
Steve keenly felt the loss of Nick when he withdrew. He watched Nick put on a pair of boxers and his thermal T-shirt so he could go to the bathroom without embarrassment if he happened to bump into Jess or Ross. It was also respectful to their more-than-generous hosts. Their lovemaking had been sheer bliss and better than he could ever have imagined. He couldn’t wait for Jez to join them. That is, if she said yes. God, he hoped so. He rolled over onto his back and placed both arms behind his head, happy, satisfied, and not so cold. In fact, he was still burning with emotion. Next time, he would make love to Nick.
Steve cocked a bemused brow when Nick returned with a damp flannel, a towel, and a bedsheet.
“This was outside the door,” Nick explained to Steve’s unspoken question. “We weren’t that loud, were we?” He then laughed. “No, I forgot. Ross and Jess are very perceptive people. I would’ve really liked to have worked alongside them.”
“Yeah, me, too. Particularly Jess. Though I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of her temper.”
Nick grinned. “Me neither. I think Ross has also got one hell of a temper. He’s just more restrained.”
Steve remained where he was while Nick cleaned him but helped with making the bed again. They left the soiled sheet, flannel, and the towel by the door, intending to put them in the laundry basket in the morning. Nick turned out the light and they burrowed beneath the covers, facing each other.
His eyes soon became accustomed to the dark. “What’s happening tomorrow?”
“Well, since I have the day off, I thought we would spend the time together. Just us. We’ll do anything you want. I could show you around. We could have lunch at Rendezvous on Second Street next to Denham’s. I’ve been told it’s the best restaurant in the Beaverhead County. Then after buying thermals—we can’t have your sexy ass frozen solid—we’ll perhaps hike around Silver Creek Lake. It’s really beautiful. You’ve gotta see it.”
“Sounds good.” Steve swept a hand down to Nick’s butt. “You have a sexy ass, too. I can’t wait to make love to it and to you. But going back to Jez. What was that about you were gonna help her first thing with some interviews? What interviews?” Nick quickly explained about the break-in at the veterinary office and the arrests made by
Jez that night, along with the vial found on one of the suspects. “Don’t you trust her?”
Nick snorted. “Of course. Like I said, it’s Sanders I don’t trust. I wouldn’t put it past him that he’s the perp.”
“You’re kidding?”
“I’ve got no proof, but that’s what my gut is telling me.”
“And your gut is always right.” Steve sighed. It was true. Nick’s gut was always right. He didn’t know how Nick did it. It seemed he was intuitional in just about everything. Also, Nick could be very work oriented, even when it was not required. And this seemed one of those occasions. “So tomorrow’s out.”
“What? No way!” Nick angled his head and landed a deep kiss on his mouth. “I’m entirely yours tomorrow. No work. No Sanders. Just you and me.”
His lids heavy, Steve yawned. “I like that.” And he did, enough to quell his own gut feeling that despite Nick’s promise some work-related matter would crop up at some point the next day.
Chapter 12
The hard rapping on wood shattered Steve’s rapturous and cock-hardening dream of burning the sheets with Jez and Nick. Beside him, his breathing rhythmic and heavy, Nick lay on his back, still deep in sleep. All of the covers were on his side of the bed, and his mouth watered when he saw Nick’s cock was standing upright as stiff as a flagpole. Just one taste. No, it would never be enough. The rapping sounded again and was accompanied by a female voice. Jess.
