Page 41 of Bazooka

“Join Detective Vile. Find the perp. I have a press interview this afternoon. Make me look good.”

“Yes, sir.”

I stood up and tucked my gun into a holster when Luz came up to me. He placed his hands on my chest, and just like that, broke a bunch of my rules.

“What’s happening?” he said, looking anxious. “Where are you going?”

“Work,” I replied. “Stay here until the shift is over and then go with Jordan to his place.”

The panicky look in his eyes told me it wasn’t going to be that easy.

“Why can’t I go back to your condo?” Luz said, biting on his nail until I pulled his finger out of his mouth.

“Because it’s too dangerous. And if you do what I say, I’ll let you stay with me…”

His eyes widened with hope.

“When it’s safe,” I finished.

“Kiss me at least.”

“No PDA. It’s my place of work.”

“One kiss.”

“No, Luz.”

“Do something,” he insisted. “Make me feel better.”

I lowered my lips to his ear.

“How about the next time you spend the night with me, I cork you up again?”

His eyes widened. “You mean after…?”

I nodded. “And maybe… if you really behave, I’ll buy you flowers again and kiss the shit out of you?”

He squeaked with excitement. “Not the tulips?”

“The sky is the limit, angry kitten,” I said, pinching his cheek. “Do we have a deal?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

I headed to the door before I could do something stupid, like to take him into my arms. Instead, I left the station and did my fucking job, hating every moment of it.

I wanted to be in my apartment with Luz.

I wanted to watch him create mayhem and listen to the incredulous things coming from his mouth.

I wanted… I just wanted this yearning to stop.

“So, not so straight, huh?” Patricia asked me a legitimate question, turning left at the intersection.

She sounded indifferent, but her expression was of a former beauty queen deprived of her crown and title.

“I have no clue what I am, Patricia,” I said with a sigh. “If you gave me a straitjacket, I would put it on. If you gave me astronaut gear, I would head to Mars. More than that… I don’t know what to tell you.”

“I get it. Look, to be honest, I thought I had a chance with you for a while, but I was clearly wrong. What’s the deal between you and Luz, anyway?”

I laughed. “That’s not explainable. He’s job, but also not. He’s a stranger, but not really. He annoys me, but I care about him.” I shook my head, trying to find the right words. “I mean, after I catch Mendoza, I’m leaving this town, so… who the fuck cares?”

“That little shit will be crushed when you leave.”

For some reason, her words made me mad.

“I thought you didn’t like him.”

Patricia chuckled. “Oh, I hate the sight of him, but he will get hurt.”

“And I won’t get fucking hurt?” I exclaimed. “Wont’ I get hurt by leaving him? By being alone again? By having my heart fucking ripped out of my chest because I don’t know what’s happening to me?”

The shocked look in her eyes told me I’d overshared.

“Shit,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. “I’m sorry. I have no idea what came over me. I’m usually not like this.”

Five hours later and one psycho arsonist more behind bars, I headed home. I walked into my apartment, only to smell… yeast?

“I know it’s too late to bake,” Luz shouted from the kitchen. “But I had to try out this recipe.”

He was wearing a T-shirt, an apron, and a puzzled look on his face. Probably not much else. I was ready to devour him, but also to kill him.

“Why aren’t you at Jordan’s place as we agreed?” I asked him, hoping I didn’t look as unhinged as I felt.

“‘Cause I wanted to see you,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Surprise!”

I put the gun in a cabinet drawer, itching for a fight.

“And what do you see?” I said, seething.

“An angry person?” he offered.

“You think?” I shouted.

“You’re not the boss of me,” he stated, raising his chin in defiance. “I wanted to surprise you. I also made you a fucking focaccia so—”

“A focaccia?” I exclaimed. “You were making a focaccia while I was chasing a psycho arsonist all over the football field? You dared to disobey me again? You endangered yourself by coming here, when you know how much I worry about you?”

“Oh, but there’s more to it than that, isn’t it?

” Luz hissed. “It’s Officer Vile, isn’t it?

Something happened, didn’t it? Did you fuck her?

Is that why you’re so crazy? Did you figure out that you’re into girls after all, and I’m a fucking mistake?

Is that it, Baz? Or are you just afraid to feel something for once in your fucking life? ”

I blinked. “What are you even talking about?”

“You don’t want me here because I care about you, you bastard!” he shouted. “And what bothers you even more is that you care about me, too.”

I scoffed, pouring myself a glass of water from the tap.

He grabbed me by the arm, making me look at him.

“Kiss me.”

“No! You don’t deserve it, not after disobeying me.”

“Love me.”

I pushed him away from me. “Fucking no!”

Luz smiled sweetly. “No prob, boss. I’ll just find someone else who will ride this sweet ass instead of you.”

What?

Suddenly, I saw red. No, I was out of my mind.

“Say th-that again,” I stammered when he reached for the dough on the counter.

“Or what?” he countered.

When the dough hit my face, I momentarily went blind. Then I fucking lost it.

I grabbed him by the waist and bent him over the counter, only to see a heart-shaped butt plug sticking out of his ass. Why? Because he wore no underwear.

“I told you I would be ready for you, boss,” he bit out. “Gonna fuck me or what?”

I was officially insane. I pulled the butt plug out of his ass, pressed my lips to his hole, and gave him the first rim job of my life.

“Jesus Christ,” Luz shouted as I shoved my tongue into his crack, wishing I could remain attached to it. I raised his ass as I saw fit, and dove in.

After I saw his dick spurting cum, I slapped his ass and reached for the overturned olive oil.

I applied the oily liquid to my dick, going cross-eyed with every stroke.

When I shoved my cock inside him, he garbled something incoherent while I lost my breath and sanity.

After the fog cleared, I started to fuck him, still mindless, still breathless.

“God, if you could see this,” I bit out, staring at my dick moving in and out of his hole. “This is fucking magic.”

“Holy mother of fucks,” Luz gasped. “This angle is… ow… oh, fuck… oh, fuck…”

His ass was heaven on earth, so I kept thrusting, listening to his gasps and moans.

My oily fingers were slipping down his skin, but I kept going until I made him come again.

After he spilled, tugging on his dick, I thanked all the saints and sinners before unloading inside him.

I saw both the olive oil and the flour falling to the floor before I blacked out.

When I came to, Luz was still bent over the counter with my cum running out of his ass.

“Fucking sexy,” I muttered, only to reprimand myself when he mumbled something like, “I can’t move.”

I stepped out of my pants so I could walk, and I took him into my arms. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

“God bless you, Baz,” he said as I carried him to the sofa and placed him in my lap. “How was your day?”

“A shitshow,” I replied honestly. “Yours?”

He shrugged, burying his face in my neck. “I missed you. I wanted to go to Jordan’s place but… I couldn’t stand the thought, Baz.”

“I know. I missed you, too.”

“So, nothing happened with Officer Vile?”

“Are you insane?” I asked him, feeling almost offended. “I’m with you, so how could I be with her? What kind of person do you think I am?”

My words sounded funny to my ears, but I didn’t correct myself since I was defending my honor.

“I didn’t mean to disrespect you,” Luz said, blushing. “It’s just that she’s sly, and she wants to steal you from me.”

I laughed. “Patricia of all people? That’s who you chose to be jealous of… someone who means nothing to me?”

He looked at me from under his lashes. “And I do?”

Those luscious lips begged to be bitten, so I bit them. I was too busy sucking on them when he bopped me on the head.

“Answer the question, Alisson!”

I snorted. “Of course, you mean something to me. You cook for me. You clean the condo. On occasion, you’re amusing. You’re cute in the mornings, but annoying after a long day at work.”

“Fuck you, Levi. Not funny.”

I grinned, watching him hop toward the bedroom, but my eyes were on his ass. God, that ass! It had to be created for me; otherwise, why was I unable to look away?

I stood up and followed him into the room when a bottle of lube hit my head.

“Fuck me again,” Luz demanded, looking pissed off.

I caught it, chuckling.

“Did you know that the sight of your hole spread wide by my dick is the sweetest sight in the world?” I asked him, feasting on the enticing view.

“I bet it is, but not as sweet as the sight of your dick inside me,” Luz countered, eyeing me hungrily. “Do it already.”

I climbed on top of him and settled between his thighs, but I didn’t enter him. I just watched his beautiful, anxious face.

“Luz—”

“Don’t speak. Just fuck me.”

“Listen to me,” I said, caressing his cheek. “I care about you. Not because of your ass or your dick, although all of that is heaven-sent, but because of…”

I flicked his forehead. “This.”

“My head?”

“Your brain. The ridiculous things that leave your mouth. The way you make me laugh, and I’m not a laughing person. The way you make me happy, Luz, and you have no fucking idea how much I appreciate it.”

He pouted. “You’re going to make me cry. Kiss me… quick.”

I smiled and kissed him.

“Love me,” he murmured against my mouth, as I kissed the shit out of him. His mouth. His face. His nose. His forehead. His cheeks.

“Is that enough kissing, pest?” I asked him when he gasped for air.

“No, keep doing it if you want in my ass again. I’m not even joking.”

I looked at my precum-dripping cock, shaking my head in frustration.

“Can we negotiate?”

“What do you offer, Alisson?”