Copping an Attitude

by Morticia Knight

  Parker could hear the sincerity in the detective’s voice, but it didn’t alleviate his jangled nerves any. Beau ambled over to a man in a suit who Parker surmised was someone in charge. He appeared to be directing everyone around, and various agents and uniformed personnel approached him with questions. Parker had never seen him at the station, so he concluded that he must be from the FBI.

  Beau and the mystery agent looked as though they were deep in conversation. At one point, Beau glanced over his shoulder toward Parker and the agent followed his gaze. He nodded and Parker did his best to remain calm. The same couldn’t be said for his insides. Beau gestured him over and Parker moved to where the men stood as if nothing unusual were happening.

  “Parker McLean, this is Special Agent in Charge, Nash.”

  Agent Nash held out his hand and Parker took it. “I understand from Detective Williams that a close friend of yours was a victim of Julio Estevez?”

  “Yes, sir.” He cleared his throat, not sure what he was allowed to ask. “Is he…? Did anyone…?”

  “We didn’t lose any civilians today, Officer McLean.”

  Parker nodded shakily, his legs threatening to give out on him. He was like putty when it came to Lonnie, but he held himself together.

  Agent Nash turned to Beau. “We’re clear. Go on in, but I want you to take a statement from the young man before he’s released to anyone. Even medical, got it?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Parker attempted to keep his voice steady. “Medical? Does that mean—?”

  “Let’s go, Parker.”

  Beau tugged forcefully on his arm. As soon as they were out of earshot, he angled his head to Parker even as he continued to move them along toward the warehouse.

  “He’s going outside of protocol for this. Don’t push your luck.”

  At the moment, Parker didn’t give two fucks about protocol. “Has Lonnie been hurt?”

  “I honestly don’t know, Parker. But he did say we hadn’t lost anyone, so that’s what really counts, right?”

  They continued in silence, Parker’s pace picking up speed the closer they got. When they reached the main entrance to the imposing structure, Parker couldn’t stand it any longer. He fell into a jog as he pushed past agents and medics pouring in and out of the building.

  “Parker, wait!”

  He experienced a twinge of remorse over not being better behaved, but it was a very tiny one. It wasn’t until he’d reached the main area and saw all the blood, debris, glass and dead bodies that he started to freak out. Beau caught up to him and grabbed his arm once more.

  “Parker, there’s still an investigation going on. You can’t just charge through here—you’ll get both our asses kicked.”

  “Where is he? Goddammit, Beau, you promised me I could see him as soon as the area was cleared!”

  Parker whipped his head around when he heard Lonnie cry out for him.

  “I’m in here!”

  Shrugging Beau off, he then ran to what looked like a small office on the other side of the open area. He was fairly certain he was making a scene, but it fell under the ‘I don’t give a shit’ category. The moment he saw Lonnie crouched on the floor wrapped in a blanket, he surged forward, knocking into an agent attending a young woman. Lonnie leaped into his arms, throwing his around Parker’s neck, clutching him tightly. The blanket fell away. Parker was horrified to discover that his lover was naked. He held onto Lonnie with one arm then picked up the blanket with his other hand, draping it back over his shivering body. Then he wrapped himself around Lonnie, hugging him back.

  “Oh, honey, I’m so grateful you’re okay.” He pulled Lonnie off him to make sure, his gaze traveling over Lonnie’s form. “You’re not hurt, are you? Do you need a medic?”

  Lonnie pulled him back into an embrace. “I’m fine. You’re here and I’m wonderful. I can’t believe you came for me.”

  Parker got close to Lonnie’s ear so that he would be the only one to hear. “Always, honey. I’ll always be there for you. I love you.”

  Lonnie tensed and for once Parker didn’t worry what it might mean. No matter what Lonnie’s reaction was, he’d wanted him to know the truth—that someone cared. Lonnie squeezed him harder.

  “Really? You really mean it?”

  Parker kissed the side of his neck. “Of course I do.”

  Lonnie relaxed in his hold. “Oh thank God, ’cause I love you too and I was afraid you didn’t feel the same way.”

  Parker cradled Lonnie’s face in his hands, desperate to gaze into his eyes. “Lonnie.”

  His lover stared up at him as if waiting for Parker to make a grand announcement.

  “I want to take you home. Back to our home.”

  Lonnie smiled and it was the most beautiful thing Parker had ever seen.

  “Our home.” Lonnie had whispered it as if he were testing out the concept. “Thank you, Parker. I’m so sorry I ran out last night. I was being stupid again.”

  Parker’s heart ached for the man he loved. He wished that Lonnie would seek help someday. He kissed him lightly on the lips.

  “You weren’t being stupid. I know you saw the message from Brett and probably took it the wrong way. If you’re ever unsure of me, of us, talk to me first. Give me a chance. I’m not your enemy, honey.”

  Lonnie’s bottom lip began to quiver and Parker realized that he’d unintentionally struck on something.

  “Oh, honey. Don’t cry.”

  Parker angled his mouth over Lonnie’s, hoping to soothe him, take the sadness away. He deepened the kiss, pushing gently in, reconnecting them. The sound of a throat loudly clearing made him stop. He clutched Lonnie to his chest then turned to see who it was.

  Beau.

  “I need to speak with him then the medics need to check him out. You can take him home after that. I’ll have to stay for a while, but one of my men will give you a ride back.”

  “Beau, thank you, I know I was a pain in the ass—”

  “Enough.” Beau held his hand up. “I’m just relieved that everything turned out all right.” A look of melancholy passed over Beau. “I wish my brother had had someone like you in his life. Maybe…” Beau cleared his throat again. “Anyway. You two take care of each other.”

  Parker nodded, clutching Lonnie to him. “We will.”

  Every single day for as long as he’ll let me.

  Epilogue

  “I can’t believe Valeena actually wants to get married in Vegas after all we’ve been through here.”

  Lonnie kicked off the pinchy dress shoes. He hated them, but he’d done it for his friend. Her fiancé Mike had booked the rehearsal dinner in one of the swankiest restaurants at the Bellagio, and he’d wanted to look as respectable as possible. Since Valeena had not only forgiven, but had agreed to marry the Russian jerk, Lonnie had thought it only right that he forgive the guy too. He’d had to request the night off from his job at the coffee shop where he worked for Parker’s uncle. He chuckled to himself. That was the one good thing about working for family. It was much easier to ask for time off.

  Parker ambled back into the bedroom. He’d been compulsively rechecking the door and windows to make sure they were properly locked—the same way he always did. Even though Julio and almost everyone else associated with him or the Russians had been dead for over six months, Parker still worried. In some ways, he seemed more traumatized over the whole incident than Lonnie.

  Of course, Lonnie’s counselor, Dr. Silver, had helped him out a lot. He thought she was great and she’d become an inspiration in regards to his career goals. He’d decided to channel his energies at school into becoming a counselor too. His specialty would be helping teens. He took one art class for fun, but he was set on doing something with his life that could help others who’d been through what he and Valeena had. Maybe he could even get to them before anything like that could happen.

  Lonnie watched appreciatively as Parker removed his clothing. He wanted to jump the man all the time. Sex was t
he most amazing thing ever when both people were in love. And Lonnie was very much in love.

  “Well, maybe there’s some significance to it for her. Like a cleansing. Or something.”

  Lonnie smirked. Parker always tried to put a positive spin on everything. He was a great balance for when Lonnie became too cynical.

  “I don’t know about that. I just would never want to get married here. It’s such a cliché.”

  Parker turned to face him then unzipped his slacks, letting them fall to the floor. “Then where would you get married?”

  Lonnie shrugged. It seemed like a silly question and he’d never really considered it before.

  “I don’t know. Why do you ask?”

  Parker stepped out of his pants, then ambled over to Lonnie with a wicked glint in his eye. Lonnie straightened.

  What’s up with him tonight?

  He’d been very affectionate throughout the entire dinner. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t always that way, but Parker had acted as though he was incapable of not touching Lonnie. He’d caressed, stroked, squeezed and kissed him almost constantly the entire evening. Lonnie was fairly sure he wouldn’t want him to be like that every day, but he’d loved it for the night. He was still very possessive when it came to Parker, and it felt good to know that his lover could be equally as possessive at times.

  Parker stood before him in only his briefs, his crotch mere inches from Lonnie’s face. He could smell Parker’s arousal and it had him hardening. Parker gazed down at him.

  “You don’t know why?”

  Lonnie blinked a few times. His mind had latched on to his memory of the sensation of Parker’s thick cock swelling on his tongue and he’d completely blanked out what they’d been discussing.

  “Why what?”

  Parker dropped to his knees in front of him so that they were eye level. Lonnie was still intent on having Parker’s dick in his mouth, so he was a bit disappointed that Parker had taken his toy away.

  Rubbing his hands along the tops of Lonnie’s thighs, Parker smiled at him warmly. “Why I was asking you where you wanted to get married. Why do you suppose I’d want to know something like that?”

  Parker’s words clicked into place in Lonnie’s head. “Oh, man, Parker. Don’t fucking joke with me like that.”

  Parker leaned in for a kiss, his hands coming to a rest on Lonnie’s legs. Lonnie opened up for Parker, their tongues dueling as Parker dipped in Lonnie’s mouth over and over. He retreated then cradled Lonnie’s face between his hands.

  “I’m not joking, honey. I want you to be my family.”

  Lonnie bit his lip to keep from bursting into tears. He regained his composure, still stunned over Parker’s unexpected announcement.

  “But you already have a family.”

  “They’d be your family too, Lonnie. You know Mom’s crazy about you.” Parker stroked his head. “I love them with all my heart, but they’re the family I was born with. You’re the family I choose. I want you in my life for always.”

  Lonnie swallowed the tears down. “I love you so much, Parker. You have no idea.”

  One corner of Parker’s mouth lifted. “Is that a yes?”

  Lonnie burst into a fit of giggling. He was so overwhelmed by his emotions—he had to let them all out somehow. He caught his breath. Parker appeared surprised and confused by Lonnie’s reaction.

  “Yes, Parker. A definite yes.”

  He launched himself into Parker’s arms, knocking his newly christened fiancé onto the floor where they laughed and rolled together, kissing and embracing. Their playfulness quickly turned heated and Parker clawed at Lonnie’s clothing. Lonnie chuckled at the desperation from his lover, helping him along as best he could. It was so hot, it made Lonnie ache to feel Parker driving into him, claiming him as his own.

  “Fuck me, Parker. I need it.”

  The fumbling to get Lonnie’s pants off came to a halt. “Are you sure?”

  Lonnie ground his pelvis into Parker’s. “Feel how hard I am for you just thinking about it? Yeah. I’m sure.”

  Parker clamped his lips onto Lonnie’s and plunged his tongue into Lonnie’s mouth. The way he kissed Lonnie so urgently had him leaking, straining for more contact. Parker fisted his hand in Lonnie’s hair as he ravished his mouth some more, holding him down with the other by his hip. Parker broke the kiss, panting heavily, his sweet breath fanning over Lonnie’s face as he gazed down on him. Parker’s eyes had darkened and Lonnie was mesmerized by the feral gleam he saw there. He was wanted. Parker wanted him to be his husband.

  “On the bed, honey. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

  After Parker clambered to his feet, he held his hand out to Lonnie then yanked him up. No sooner was Lonnie standing then he was pushed onto the bed. For once, Parker wasn’t treating him as if he were delicate and might break. He loved how careful and loving Parker was, how Parker always let him have his way in bed. But sometimes he just wanted to be taken.

  “Stay on your back and lift your legs. I want to see you. All of you.”

  Lonnie wasn’t sure how long he’d last. The new side of Parker he was experiencing was so fucking sexy. They hadn’t used condoms for a while—both of them had been cleared. But Parker had walked around the bed to get the lube and was in the process of squirting a generous amount onto his fingers. He rubbed them together as if warming the liquid up, then knelt on the bed between Lonnie’s legs.

  After leaning over him, he lifted Lonnie’s sac, reaching underneath it to push a slickened finger into his tight hole. Parker had stimulated him inside many times before, but he’d never used more than two fingers. It had been a long time since he’d been breached, since someone had fucked him. He was struck by the fact that he’d never been fucked by anyone he’d wanted before.

  Something must’ve shown on his face because Parker stopped his internal caress.

  “Honey? Are you okay?”

  Lonnie smiled. In its own weird way, it was like he was a virgin. That was how he felt about it anyway.

  “You’ll be my first, Parker.”

  “Uh…” Parker furrowed his brow as if he was trying to make sense of Lonnie’s words.

  “I’ve never had anyone inside me who I wanted. This will be a first.”

  Parker gazed at him in what seemed like awe. “Yes, honey.”

  He resumed his exploration in Lonnie’s ass, finding Lonnie’s gland and gently rubbing it. Lonnie hissed as he arched his back, wriggling to get more of the insane pleasure Parker was giving him.

  “More.”

  Parker complied, adding a third finger and twisting his wrist to stretch him. Lonnie fucked himself on Parker’s hand, anxious to feel his fiancé all the way inside him until he was balls deep.

  “Now, Parker. I need you now.”

  Lonnie groaned at the loss of Parker’s internal touch, but he was quickly consoled when he felt the head of Parker’s cock pushing into his resistant entrance. He jumped as cool lube was dribbled where they joined, but it swiftly warmed from their heated skin. Parker placed more weight on them and Lonnie relaxed, allowing his lover into his body.

  As soon as Parker was flush to him, his pubic hairs tickling Lonnie’s ass, he stilled. Lonnie thought Parker might be waiting for him to adjust to Parker’s girth. When he opened his eyes, though, he was treated to the sight of Parker smiling down on him. He petted Lonnie’s head then trailed his fingers down Lonnie’s chest.

  “God, you’re beautiful. I love you so much.”

  Lonnie wrapped his legs around Parker’s waist.

  “Show me.”

  The first time Parker slammed into him he gasped from the burn, the painful stretch. Parker picked up a punishing rhythm and the discomfort changed into an intense build of pleasure. It gathered low in his abdomen, the tingling sensation in his spine tightening his balls. His cry was loud as he came, spurting cum in long arcs that splashed on his chest and belly.

  Parker grunted then froze, his eyes screwed shut as he pumped his hot
cum into Lonnie’s ass in pulsing jets. That was a first for him too. He’d never had a man’s seed inside him before.

  “Lonnie…” Parker was breathless. “Love you.”

  He fell on his elbows then tangled his fingers in Lonnie’s hair, kissing him sloppily over and over again. Lonnie wanted to laugh out loud. Parker was a regular guy who’d given Lonnie everything he’d ever wanted. A real home. Love. A future. Family.

  Parker was his forever.

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  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  “Zero, that sweet piece of ass I gave a Prince Albert to a few weeks back is here asking about you.”

  Luc ‘Zero’ Villarojas grunted then took a strong pull of his longneck beer. He never drank any of the brews that were on tap at Road Rage. He liked the feel of the bottle in his hand, liked the way his large fingers could wrap around the smooth glass. The fact that it also came in handy as an occasional weapon at the Mojave Sidewinder’s biker bar only added to its appeal.

  After taking another healthy swallow, he regarded his Sidewinder brother, Tank. He was Zero’s piercer and body mods guy at Zero to Sixty, the tattoo parlor he owned and operated in Indio, right off the interstate past Palm Springs. Tank’s real name was Sherman, but since he was built like a formidable military vehicle, the nickname had glued itself to him the way leathers would to skin when the heat reached intolerable levels.

  “Why should I give a fuck?”

  Tank snickered. “That was one pretty cock. He let me get it nice and hard for the piercing.” Tank licked his lips. “Ever since I finished it, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about sticking my tongue through that ring in his tip and giving it a little tug.”

  Zero shrugged then finished off his beer in three long gulps. He wiped the back of one of his big hands across his mouth as he banged down the empty bottle on the bar.