Cavan, afraid of being caught spying, made some noise as he opened their packages.
“Hey,” Ludo suddenly said, opening the bathroom door. He looked very well, much better than their visit earlier in the day.
Cavan grinned at him. “I brought soup for both of us.”
Ludo seemed pleased. “Can you hand me that hospital gown, please?”
Cavan looked to where Ludo pointed and picked up the clean, folded blue gown.
He took it to Ludo, who tossed his towel onto the bathroom sink. He smelled fresh, masculine. Cavan struggled not to stare at that beautiful cock. Hard up for manly contact, immediately thought about some of the models and gay porn stars he’d ogled recently. Ludo outshone them all. He didn’t seem uncomfortable standing naked next to him. He turned around and asked Cavan to do up the three sets of ties in back of his gown.
“It’s such a look, isn’t it?” Ludo joked. “I think this half-naked ass flapping in the breeze is very attractive. Don’t you?”
Fuck, yes. “Well, you’ve got a nice body. Ludo, you heal so fast. Those injuries looked horrible two days ago.”
“Thanks!” Ludo jumped into bed and arranged his bedding, sitting up with the expectant look of a child, his hair clean and wet, hanging in gorgeous tendrils. Christ, he was a hot man.
“My family…we’re all quick healers.” Ludo reached for the tray and winced with the effort. “I still get twinges. The doc said I will…for a while.”
“Can I get you anything?”
“Yes. Please sit and eat with me. I’m glad to see you. I worried you might forget me.”
“How could I forget you?”
Ludo gave him a sweet smile. “You have a lot on your mind. Want to tell me about it?”
Cavan was surprised. “What makes you say that?”
“I can tell. Problems at work or home?” Ludo opened his soup bowl. “This smells even better than the soup you brought for lunch.”
“Good, I’m glad.”
“Sit in the brown chair,” Ludo commanded. “It’s comfortable.”
“How do you know? Have you tried it?”
“Yes, mister bossy pants.”
Cavan laughed. “Bossy pants?”
“Yes. Now…stop being the detective and tell me what’s going on.”
“Ludo…my worries are nothing compared to yours. I feel—I feel like after what you went through, mine are nothing.”
“It’s all relative. Is it home?”
“Yeah.”
“Boyfriend?”
“No.” So Ludo knew he was gay. “I don’t have one.”
Ludo was munching his way through his soup. Cavan hadn’t even begun.
“That makes two of us,” Ludo said. “So, what is the problem?”
Cavan found himself telling Ludo about his mom, about Vince and the farm…and Chelsea and his mother’s food hoarding. Ludo was a damned good listener.
“You changed the locks?”
Cavan nodded. He’d peeled and eaten two shrimp but the broth was too spicy for him.
“Want me to finish it?” Ludo’s eyes lit up.
“Sure.” Cavan let him eat the soup and felt better for having bared his soul.
“So you’re looking for a new therapist for her now?”
“Actually, I think I need someone to stay with her. She really shouldn’t be on her own, but I don’t think we can afford a nurse.”
“Someone who is company, a protector, who can cook and bully her into exercising.” Ludo grinned as he said this.
“Yes. What about you? Where is your mother?”
“In Argentina.”
“So you really are from Argentina?”
Ludo frowned. “Of course. I didn’t lie to you.”
Things had been so nice, Cavan didn’t want to pry, although he had a million questions.
“My mother is not like yours. She didn’t like my…condition.”
Cavan got the feeling Ludo’s condition was his homosexuality.
“Your mother was a senior detective. A celebrated officer.”
“How do you know that?”
“Our stories are forever entwined. They talk of us on the news.” Ludo peeled a shrimp and fed it to Cavan. Everything the man did seemed so seductive. Ludo ate the shell. Cavan still couldn’t get over it.
“Oh…the news. Right. I am so sorry that footage got leaked.”
“I’m not. I feel…I feel everything happens for a reason.”
“Have you been in Los Angeles long?” Cavan had a wild desire to know everything about the man.
“No. Not long. I was in New York for a while.”
“You had a bad relationship?”
Ludo grimaced. “Yes. And Luke Masterson offered to help me. Instead he…you know…” Pain swamped his features. Cavan had more questions but Ludo glanced at the wall clock.
“Cavan, it’s almost eight. They will come and ask you to leave. I don’t want you to go. I could talk to you all night.”
Cavan shrugged. “I feel the same way.”
“Will you come back and kiss me?” Cavan stared. Ludo blushed. “I mean, visit me?”
“Yes, tomorrow.” So Ludo had asked for a kiss earlier in the day. It hadn’t been his imagination. He couldn’t help the slow smile spreading across his face. Or the growing attraction he felt for the man.
“May I ask for something different this time?”
“Instead of a kiss?”
Ludo’s smile was so sweet Cavan’s cock wedged hard in his pants.
“Well, I still want one of those. I’d like to kiss you, but I’m also very hungry.”
“You want something now?”
“Only the kiss. I’m hungry for that.”
“Sure,” Cavan said.
“I am dying for chicken and sliced tomatoes. I normally never eat bread but since you brought bread today I am now craving a sandwich.”
“A chicken and tomato sandwich? I can do that.” Cavan stood and collected their refuse.
“Don’t forget my kiss.” Ludo’s voice was soft, his hand tentative as he reached for Cavan. “Please?”
Time stood still as Cavan bent down to him. Their mouths met in a moment of swift, but blissful heat. The kiss might have gone on. Cavan felt the powerful surge between them. Ludo pulled back.
“Wow,” he said, reclining against his pillows.
Cavan nodded. His whole body shook. He hadn’t felt quite like this since…he’d first met Vince. He held the empty food bag in front of him. Man. A boner! After just a closed-mouth kiss!
“I’ll come by as soon as I can tomorrow,” he said, but the soft sounds of even breathing told him that Ludo was already asleep.
§ § § §
Cavan stopped by the Russian supermarket on the corner of Spaulding and bought his mother some organic bananas. They had stickers on them and he hoped they were new ones for her. He cruised slowly down the streets of his neighborhood. It would be Halloween tomorrow and he looked forward to trick-or-treating with all the little ghosts and goblins who came to the house.
If he didn’t have to work late.
He returned home and found his mother and sister watching House Hunters and screaming at the couple’s choice in a home.
“Honestly…why spend eight hundred thousand dollars on a fixer-upper?” his mom asked.
“I know, right?” Dina stood and yawned.
“Organic bananas!” Mom snatched the bag from Cavan’s hand. Dina hugged him and he walked her out to the car.
“I am glad you’re here,” she said. “I know you gave up a lot moving back here. I think we’re all ecstatic that you did. You miss Klamath Falls?”
He shrugged. “Not really.”
“I hope you meet somebody down here.”
Ludo’s lovely face shot through his mind. “So do I, sis.”
He watched her drive away, then walked inside the house.
“These bananas are from Costa Rica,” his mother said. She looked overawed. “Loo
k at this blue sticker with the white pattern. I’ve never seen this one before.”
He sat beside her and his cell phone rang. A text. It was Veo. He’d be driving with a new partner in the morning. A guy called Perrin. He returned the text. He felt restless.
“Are you okay?” his mother asked.
“I’m fine, Mom.”
He just wanted to go to bed. He was beyond tired, so much so that even when he felt the faint stirrings of an erection he was too emotionally spent to think about pleasuring himself. He wrestled with images in his mind, trying to empty his thoughts so he could sleep. Ludo’s face was right there, no matter what he did. The man’s rare and special smile did things to him. Oh, God, just thinking about those long fingers…that face…he could picture Ludo feeding him, tasting each and every ingredient the way he did. He felt himself relaxing, his body in a state of pleasant surrender. And then he was aware of another body next to his.
“Relax,” Ludo said. “This will make us both feel very good.”
Though he was aware of being asleep, Cavan felt fully awake. The moon shone through the windows. He’d forgotten to draw the blinds he’d been so tired. Moonlight was perfect. The handsome, smiling face gazing into his was perfect.
“Ludo?”
“Shh…” The man kissed his ear, trailing kisses down the side of Cavan’s face, along his jaw line and moved down his body. He came back to Cavan’s mouth and kissed him, moving away before Cavan could make it an open-mouthed kiss. Cavan was so disappointed. In his sex fantasy, shouldn’t he get what he craved? His body twisted at Ludo’s gentle but insistent touch.
Cavan silently pleaded for the man to reach his cock and just lick it. Oh, please, oh please.
Ludo moved between Cavan’s legs as they opened up to him. Cavan gazed down and saw the biggest cock he’d ever seen in his life. It had looked huge when he’d glimpsed him earlier, but erect, it was enormous. Cavan felt the long fingertips sliding down his body, teasing his nerves into a state of anticipation. Ludo’s mouth opened and engulfed Cavan’s cock.
Cavan cried out. And then, Ludo released him. Before he could protest, Ludo moved up Cavan’s body, holding his rigid cock to the side so he could lick up the line of his treasure trail. Cavan almost swooned.
And then…Ludo did an unusual thing. He licked back down, using the underside of his tongue. Cavan watched through half-closed eyes, astonished. Ludo seemed to have bristles under the tongue. It was a sensation unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
When Ludo moved back to Cavan’s cock and swallowed it, a look of feral pleasure on his face, Cavan came almost immediately. It had been so long, he could feel his heartbeat pounding furiously in his head. It swamped everything, even the expert way Ludo’s mouth worked his cock to bring him even more pleasure.
“Turn over,” Ludo said, when he’d finished licking Cavan clean.
Cavan turned and felt the other man’s face pressing into his ass cheeks. The bristled tongue worked magic on his asshole. Cavan knelt, hands and knees trembling as that magnificent tongue swirled in all the right ways.
He was surprised when Ludo began to mount him. Surprised because he seemed so hairy and Cavan needed no lube. In his sex fantasy they didn’t use rubbers, either. Ludo took his time working his way into Cavan, kissing and licking his back and shoulders, using the smooth side and rough side alternately. Cavan had never met anyone with a bristled tongue before. It sure turned him on something fierce. He came before Ludo was even fully inside him. A couple of thrusts against his prostate and Cavan went nuts. He came so hard, he couldn’t speak, but he turned to tell the man who had such command of his body not to stop.
To his shock, it wasn’t Ludo fucking him but a great, big, giant, blue-black wolf. The creature had Ludo’s eyes. For some reason, it turned him on even more.
“Don’t stop fucking me,” Cavan said, his whole body waiting for the fucking he knew he needed.
The wolf opened his mouth and roared. It wasn’t a violent roar. It was a passionate roar, like a dog mating.
His paws landed on Cavan’s hips and he began to fuck him. Hard. Cavan loved it when Ludo erupted inside him. He turned Cavan over and licked his cock again, only now he was a man, he was Ludo. Beautiful, sexy Ludo.
“You weren’t scared,” Ludo said, suddenly, his lips crowning Cavan’s cock.
“Oh, no.”
“Then why didn’t you come when I was inside you?”
“I did. As soon as you were in me.”
“Not good enough.” Ludo bent his head and sucked Cavan again. Just as he got close to coming, Ludo took his mouth away.
“Open your legs,” Ludo commanded, his huge, thick cock ready for action. He plowed right into Cavan, who watched the man above him changing back into a wolf. He’d never had such a detailed sex dream, but as his legs tightened around the muscular, hairy thighs working so hard to pleasure him, his cock exploded, shards of white fire seeming to fuse behind his eyes.
“Much better,” Ludo said and licked Cavan’s lips. His fur was soft and luxurious. It smelled wonderful. He couldn’t identify the smell but it was masculine and oddly…clean.
The dream went on and on, Ludo pleasuring him nonstop. Cavan had never had such a realistic, hot and sweaty dream, and he had never come so many times in a single night.
When his alarm went off in the morning, he could have convinced himself it was all a dream except that it was so real and…he was covered in sweat. He was totally and in every way spent. When he turned over on his bed, there were black hairs that didn’t belong to him.
He knew he was being ridiculous. Of course it was a dream. He ignored the hairs and threw on sweats. He walked through the house. The chain was across the door, his mom asleep in her chair. She’d nodded off with the TV still on.
On the TV, CNN news had dropped the report on Ludo and was now focused on an eleven-year-old boy whose father had abandoned him and their home when their property went into foreclosure. The father had vanished without a trace. Geez…what was wrong with people?
He took a shower, hesitating when he reached his hand around and touched his tender ass. Wow. It was wet. In his wild fantasy, he’d been fucked all right. He lifted his fingers to his nose. The unmistakable smell of semen. He knew his own scent, and this wasn’t his. He shook his head and soaped himself vigorously. He kept remembering the wild, erotic dream. Yes. It was a dream. Nothing more.
Ludo. He was from Argentina. Argentine mane wolf hairs had been found on Cavan’s uniform. No. It was nonsense. What was he thinking? That the guy was some kind of…werewolf? It was ridiculous. The stuff of dreams. Hot dreams. Wait. He’d eaten the unusually hot and spicy shrimp soup…not much of it but enough to affect the scent of his semen. Food did that to a man. That was it. He’d jerked off all night and shoved his fingers into himself. That was it. Yeah. That was it.
Cavan dried himself off and got ready for work. He made coffee and scrambled eggs, pleased when his mother came in with her walking stick and joined him.
He toasted a couple of pieces of bread and they ate, each enjoying the other’s chatty mood, once he’d cleared her boxes off the chairs.
“I’m putting these back in your room when I get home from work. Okay?”
She nodded. “Are you going to visit your friend in the hospital?”
“Yes, I want to. He seems…lonely, and it’s a shame. He’s such a nice man. The good news is he’s getting a lot better.”
“I heard that on the news. They say he’s very private but apparently he owns an antique store in New York and Masterson abducted him.”
“Where’d you hear that?”
“CNN. Well…he didn’t own the store, his boyfriend does and the boyfriend says Masterson abducted Ludo. He wants to see Ludo, but Ludo won’t see him.”
“He tells me his ex was abusive.”
His mother looked at him. It had been so long since he’d seen that expression on her face, that passionate inquisitiveness, he wanted to prolong
the conversation.
“That explains a lot. He said he hadn’t been here long.” Cavan felt a strong protectiveness toward the man. “He says he wants a chicken and tomato sandwich. Yesterday it was shrimp. I’ll go take him a sandwich for lunch.”
His mother studied him a moment. “That seems like a simple request. You like him, don’t you.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Very much. Listen, I have no idea how late I’ll be, this being Halloween and all, but can I ask you not to open the door to any trick-or-treaters until I get home?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Cavan. It’s my one night of the year I get to dress up like a banana and pass out candy.”
“Silly me.” He reached across the table and ruffled her hair.
§ § § §
His new partner seemed like a nice guy and as soon as Cavan changed into uniform, the entire squad met in the situation room for a debriefing.
The watch commander informed them that this was the one day of the year that law enforcement hated. “We need to get out there and chase up every registered sex offender. We need to make sure they have no decorations outside their homes luring children onto their properties. We’ll make sure there are no signs advertising for trick-or-treaters, no candy in baskets.”
Cavan felt a wave of sadness. Halloween had been such a joy as a kid. Not anymore.
“We’re going to split up into teams. We have thirty-eight serious risk offenders in Westwood, twenty-eight in Brentwood, three in Benedict Hills, two in Benedict Canyon, fourteen serious risk sex offenders in West Los Angeles.” He paused. “We also have two very high risk offenders in Pacific Palisades. We’ll start with those. Reconvene in two hours for further instructions.”
The teams split up into six groups and hit their designated neighborhoods. When he studied the demographics, Pacific Palisades had just two high risk offenders as opposed to Long Beach, which had eight, but as far as Cavan was concerned, even one possible offender was one too many.
He and Perrin covered seven properties and cautioned one man who had a fake skeleton on his door.
“I ain’t done nothin’,” he sneered. “I ain’t no sex offender. Jee-zus.”
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