by Tatum Throne
Brayden slid his hand up the front of Levi’s neck, giving him a possessive stroke and squeeze. The move sent erotic chills coursing through his body. Levi’s cock flexed hard, punching up against the fly of his tactical pants.
“I trust you completely. I’d do anything to have you. Anything…”
Laughter teased from Brayden’s lips. “You should be careful for what you wish for.”
“You don’t scare me.”
“You should be afraid of me.”
He wasn’t afraid. Intrigue had him running his hands up under the break in Brayden’s jacket. Levi slipped his hands over Brayden’s belt, feeling his badge and gun. He moved upward. Hard muscle danced beneath the tips of his fingers through the soft cotton shirt he wore. It was wrong to go so far without permission, but Levi was past the point of reason. He always got what he wanted when he wanted it. And he wanted Brayden.
Levi dropped his lips to Brayden’s neck, brushing them slowly back and forth to heat his chilled skin. “I can handle what you’ve got. I’m not a virgin.”
All of a sudden, Levi was spun around and pushed against the car door. A gasp escaped Levi’s lips when the shock of Brayden’s hard cock pressed between his ass cheeks. “You can’t handle me. I’ll be the only one doing the handling.”
Brayden thrust the tip of his cock up over Levi’s anus through the fabric of their pants. He was long and thick and hot against Levi’s backside.
“I want you to handle me,” Levi said.
Hot kisses were placed along the nape of Levi’s neck. The nape of his neck was his most sensitive erogenous zone. Brayden lapped at the back of his neck, sending shivers racing through his heated blood. God, he needed Brayden. He wanted him fast and hard, long into the night.
“Tempting. But not going to happen. You wouldn’t be a very good submissive for me.”
Submissive. Brayden was a Dom. BDSM wasn’t something Levi knew anything about. Curiosity had him wanting to know everything. “I’d be a very good sub for you.”
“Doms choose their subs very carefully. You wouldn’t be able to handle what I need to do to you.”
“Tell me, Sir.”
“I like to spank. I like to flog. I like to tie up. I’m a sadist who likes to take my lovers to the point of ecstasy and keep them there for hours.”
Visions of Brayden taking control of him in the bedroom made his cock contract tightly. A shot of spunk spiraled up from his dick before he could lock his orgasm down. “Oh fuck. Your words just made me fucking come.”
Brayden groaned. “I don’t take lovers I work with.”
“Then I’ll quit.”
Brayden chuckled. “We both know you won’t do that.”
“Take me as your sub.”
“I’m giving you one warning to fuck off, Detective. This is not going to happen between us.”
“If this isn’t going to happen, why is your cock pressed up against my ass.”
“It’s not my cock, it’s my gun. This is my cock.”
Brayden shifted his hips, moving his legs so that they braced the outside of Levi’s. How could Levi have gotten the feel of his cock so wrong? Brayden’s cock was thicker, longer, and hotter. All of a sudden, Brayden pulled away. He whipped Levi around, shoving him up against the door. They were face to face with their eyes wide open. Levi couldn’t look away. He lifted his hand, caressing his fingers over Brayden’s face. His facial hair was silky soft and surprisingly stiff. Levi let his hand trail down the front of his neck.
A groan echoed from the back of Brayden’s throat. On a curse, Brayden dropped his mouth to Levi’s lips, taking control with one hot kiss. Surprise had Levi parting his mouth for more. Warm, wet lips danced with Levi’s. The brush of Brayden’s goatee was a teasing caress. Sweet nips and licks moved over Levi’s mouth. With each stroke of their lips, Levi moaned with a forbidden longing that echoed through his body. Their lips pressed together, getting closer with each touch. Pure raw lust raced through Levi as Brayden flicked his tongue over his, diving deep into his mouth. Levi groaned, whipping his tongue against Brayden’s.
All of a sudden Brayden pulled away, leaving Levi shell shocked and wanting. They were both breathing hard.
“You got what you wanted. Now go the fuck home,” Brayden said.
It’d been too long since Levi felt the comfort of another person touching him. Brayden let go and walked away. Levi slumped against his car as he watched him head down the sidewalk. Levi got into his car, brushing his hand over his throbbing cock. He was going home and taking a really hot shower. He was tired of being cold.
Chapter Four
Bray couldn’t look at Levi without thinking about the kiss they shared the night before. He noticed the way Levi dodged his gaze when their eyes brushed. Most of all he loved the way Levi looked at him when Levi thought that Bray wasn’t looking at him at all.
“Well?” Bray asked.
“Adapt. Improvise.”
“And?”
They were going through company policy. The binder on Levi’s lap was brand new and all his. Over the next two weeks they would go through it page by page.
Levi ran his hand through his brown hair. Frustration ran two lights in his gray eyes. “I suppose wait for SWAT. Isn’t that the answer you’re looking for?”
“No. Don’t just give me the answer I’m looking for. Tell me what you’ll honestly do in the field.”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do until I’m at the scene.”
“That’s fair. I want you to understand that it’s not always necessary to wait. You’re not suicidal, right?”
Levi glared. “No. I’m not suicidal or homicidal. There’s no question about risk when there’s a life on the line.”
“I get that. I want you to understand that your choices have impact at the end of the day.”
“I’m not trying to get myself or anyone else killed in the field.”
Bray leaned back in his office chair, making the hinges protest. It was almost time for lunch. It was a good place for them to break. “That’s good to hear. Let’s take a break for lunch. We can finish chatting over lunch. Do you have plans?”
Levi’s eyes widened briefly with surprise. “Oh, I packed. You?”
“I’m grabbing a sandwich from the deli across the street. Where do you want to eat?” Bray asked.
“Probably my office. I want to catch up on some things.”
“Okay, I’ll see you in a few.”
Bray didn’t give Levi a chance to protest. He grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. Snow was piled up curbside. Cars were jammed between the drifts. Bray crossed the street and ordered a chicken salad sandwich on pretzel bread. He grabbed a soda and a bag of chips, too. As an afterthought, he ordered two blueberry tarts. Bray headed back into the cold and waited on the sidewalk for the light to change. Traffic was heavy with the lunch rush moving through the city.
He looked up at police headquarters. The gray building was small compared to the surrounding buildings. A block over, the jail took up space. Bray knew he was using lunch as an excuse to prolong his time with Levi. He wanted to know more about things that were in no way work related. Last night’s kiss was branded on his mind and his lips. Levi’s lips were sweet and sensually soft as they yielded to his mouth. It was wrong for Bray to want to kiss detective Maden again, but he wanted to.
Slush kicked up over his boots as he went across the street and up the staircase to headquarters. Bray went to the elevator, heading upstairs to Levi’s office. The door was open. Bray knocked on the door and waited for Levi to see him.
“Come on in.”
Levi’s lunch was on his desk. Small wooden boxes were stacked up in a set of four in front of him. A bottle water sat on his desk. Bray’s gaze went to the stack of boxes that Levi was taking apart.
“That looks interesting,” Bray said. “Did your mom make your lunch?”
“Sushi. And no, I made my lunch.”
“Ah.”
; There were no personal photos in Levi’s office. His office was stamped hard from years of overuse and funding cuts. Everything looked as though it fell out of the eighties and didn’t bother upgrading. The only thing missing was the big red typewriter that beat cops once used. This was the older part of the building where the Tactical Defense Team was housed.
Levi stared at Bray’s lunch like he was looking at road kill that he wanted to shovel off the side of the road. “That doesn’t look healthy.”
“It’s chicken salad. It’s healthy.”
“Mayo slapped on boiled chicken isn’t healthy.”
“It has grapes, walnuts, and celery in it. That’s all good for you.”
Levi lifted a brow. “That bread probably has a thousand milligrams of sodium in it.”
Bray took a big bite and smiled. He purposely softened his face to show Levi how good it was. “It’s so good.”
“That’s a heart attack.”
“Says the man that leaps before he looks.”
The corner of Levi’s mouth lifted. “I suppose we both have things we need to work on.”
Bray watched Levi use chopsticks to pick up the seaweed-wrapped sushi, dipping it into a thick green sauce before eating it. He watched his mouth go to work. There was something really sexy about the care he took in eating. Bray liked the fact that he made his lunch. Levi caught him looking. He lifted another piece of sushi with his chopsticks.
“Do you want to try it?”
“Sure. Is that seaweed?”
“Nori paper. It’s edible seaweed.”
Levi offered the sushi roll, using his hand to cup it so it wouldn’t fall onto the papers on his desk. Bray leaned forward, keeping his gaze trained on Levi as he opened his mouth. Levi unconsciously licked his lower lip as Bray closed his lips over the chopsticks. Rice, slices of avocado, and thin slices of carrot were wrapped in seaweed. It was really good.
“Mm.”
“This is healthy.”
“It’s good.”
The compliment seemed to spark through Levi’s eyes. Bray sat back, watching Levi carefully. The vibe was there and impossible to ignore. Bray couldn’t remember the last time he pursued someone he worked with. He made a policy of not dating anyone he worked with. It could lead to awkward moments if they broke up.
“Do we need to talk about it?” Bray asked.
Levi was slow to lift his gaze up to Bray’s. “About last night?”
“Yeah. I think we should.”
“If you’re looking for an apology for me following you and what happened after, I can’t give you one.”
“I don’t want an apology.”
“What do you want?” Levi asked.
“You.”
A blush crept up Levi’s neck and landed solidly in his cheeks. The innocent blush turned Bray on.
“Do you, Sir?”
Something clicked deep within Bray’s heart. He was tired of playing the field. He wanted a long-term commitment. Was that man Levi?
“Yes, I do.”
“How are we going to do this, Sir?”
“It wouldn’t be appropriate for us to date while I’m retraining you.”
“Sir?”
“Your retraining will be up in two weeks. Do you think you can wait that long to have me?”
Levi looked up from beneath his long dark lashes. “I’d do anything to have you, Sir.”
“I love it when you call me sir. It turns me on.”
“I know you do, Sir.”
“I think we’re done for the day. I’ll see you later.”
“Later, Sir.”
Two weeks was a really, really long time. Bray wasn’t sure he was going to be able to wait that long to take Levi as his sub. He sure as hell wasn’t going to make this time easy for Levi. Over the next two weeks, he was going to secretly teach him about what it meant to be a submissive.
Chapter Five
Levi looked down at the floor. The pen in Brayden’s hand had accidentally slipped from the tips of his fingers. It rolled, landing under his desk. Levi sat across from Bray with the training binder on his lap. The square break beneath the desk gave Levi a good view of the pen that had landed between Brayden’s spread legs. Brayden had a strong, manly way of sitting with his thick thighs spread wide.
There was a seductive gleam in Brayden’s eyes. “Can you get that for me?”
“Sure.”
Levi set his binder on the desk as he got down on his hands and knees. He felt his heart rate kick up twenty notches as his gaze moved from the pen on the floor and up over Brayden’s legs. Levi let his gaze land solidly on Bray’s cock. The thick bulge behind Brayden’s dress pants told him exactly what he, too, was feeling. The undercurrent of attraction was becoming a constant player in every interaction they had alone together.
“Can you find it?”
The husky sound of Brayden’s voice had Levi’s pulsating cock jump to attention. Of course, Levi knew he’d always be at the ready for Brayden to take command. “Yeah, I see it. It’s a little out of my reach.”
Brayden’s hand moved over his cock, adjusting the thick stick in his pants. Levi’s mouth watered as he thought about taking that cock deep within his mouth. He bit his lip, trying to resist the temptation to crawl his way under the desk. Bray’s hand stroked again over his dick with his thumb rubbing the tip as though he were flicking on a lighter.
“Is that better?”
“Yeah, I think it is.”
Levi’s fingers wrapped around the pen, but Brayden’s boot came over it, holding the pen in place. The order to stay put was very clear.
“Did you find what you’re looking for?” Brayden asked.
It was a tight squeeze, but Levi was able to turn to his side to scoot under the desk. Levi lifted his hand, smoothing it up the outside of Brayden’s leg. He eased his face in Brayden’s crotch, inhaling the scent of all male. He closed his eyes and imagined they were someplace else. The heat of Brayden’s cock seared through the thin fabric. Levi rolled his chin and nose around Brayden’s cock, rubbing as much of it as he could get. Brayden’s fingers threaded through his hair. Levi tongued his soon-to-be lover through his pants, using his lips to rub him hard.
Voices carried through the closed office door. Brayden’s fingers tightened. A knock sounded on the door. Levi whipped his head back, knocking his elbow on the desk as he scooted out fast. At the last second, he grabbed the pen. Levi was in the office chair with the binder covering his lap before the door opened.
“Come in,” Brayden said.
Hunter from logistics was in the doorway. His auburn hair had a patch of white blond in the front that hung over his forehead.
“This is for Detective Maden. It’s that profile you wanted on your suspect.”
Levi took the file. “Thanks.”
“Call me if you need anything else.”
“I will.”
The door shut with a quiet click. Levi lifted Brayden’s pen, tipping it up onto the edge of his lips. He unconsciously tongued the tip as he flipped open the file on his lap. Brayden cleared his throat. Levi reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the file.
“Hm?”
“I think we need to finish what we started here.”
Levi realized the pen was in his hand. He gave Brayden a sheepish grin as he handed it over. “Found your pen.”
“Yes, you did.”
Brayden grabbed Levi by the wrist, yanking him over the desk. Papers scattered. A cup of pens went flying off the desk, hitting the wall. Levi grabbed the armrests of Brayden’s office chair before he landed on Brayden’s lap. Their mouths were inches apart. Heat speared through Levi’s body. He loved how so fucking strong Brayden was.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” Levi said.
“I make the rules. You follow the rules.”
“I’ll follow them, Sir.”
“Good.”
Levi cursed under his breath as Brayden nipped out with his teeth and tongue. “Give me an order
to obey.”
“Kiss me.”
Levi groaned, brushing his lips back and forth on Brayden’s. They were hot and soft and damn near perfect. They were full and yielding. “Yes, Sir.”
Brayden threaded his fingers through Levi’s hair, tightening his fingers down tight. Their lips connected and they both closed their eyes, falling into each other completely. Levi’s lips melted with Brayden’s. Heat licked through Levi’s body as his cock filled and tightened. He slid closer, teasing his cockhead out the top of his pants as he slid across the desk. The tip of his cock touched the cool oak of Brayden’s desk. Their lips brushed and moved with a sweet sucking sound that made Levi want to attack. Noises out in the hallway had them both suddenly pulling their lips away. Levi reluctantly edged off of Brayden’s desk. He picked up the file.
“Ah, I have some calls to make on this case. Can we catch up later?” Levi asked.
“I think that would be a good idea.”
Heat continued to pound through Levi’s cock as he hiked it fast back to his office. Damn that interaction between him and Brayden. It’d been so wrong to take it so far, but it felt so good. Levi shut his office door, melting back against it. He closed his eyes as the memory of Brayden’s cock pressed up against his face skipped through his mind. That heady scent of a man’s arousal always turned him on fast.
Levi dropped the file on his desk, waking his computer. He sat down, trying to think about everything and anything that didn’t have to do with Brayden’s cock. He wasn’t having any luck focusing. The phone on Levi’s desk rang. He reached for it.
“Detective Maden,” Levi growled.
A husky chuckle sounded on the other end of the line. Levi looked at the line, seeing that the extension came from in house. It was Brayden.
“You sound frustrated, Detective.”
“I am, Sir.”
“There’s nothing I can do about that right now.”
“I know, Sir.”
“You left your training binder. I’ll bring it down later.”
Levi’s heart skipped a beat before it started speeding away. “Thank you, Sir.”
Levi hung up the phone. There wasn’t a lot of time before he headed out for the day. Levi grabbed the file off his desk. He was going to make a copy of the profile to write up some notes. He went down the hallway to the copier that he shared with the rest of the floor. The giant beast didn’t always like to work. The door shut automatically behind Levi as he went inside the closet-size space. Office supplies lined the shelf behind him. He flipped open the file, taking the pages out. He set them down on the paper feeder and hit the green button. The first page was sucked inside.
