Page 66 of Devil's Hour
Sawyer chuckled as he slid his cock between Royce’s ass cheeks, rubbing his rigid length over Royce’s sensitive pucker, eliciting a deep moan from him. “Oh, the sarge approves wholeheartedly of my methods.”
“Fuck, yeah, he does. Wanna feel you inside me.”
“Not yet.” Sawyer kept both the stroking and his rutting at a maddeningly slow and lazy pace. Sawyer pulled back and repositioned his cock to slide between Royce’s thighs, rubbing against his taint and pushing up against his balls.
“Oh, fuck. I like that a whole lot,” Royce said, sounding a little drunk.
“Your body is my wonderland. Squeeze those thighs nice and tight for me,” Sawyer said, dragging his leaking cock over Royce’s taint.
“Fuck me already.”
Sawyer bit down on his shoulder hard enough to make him gasp but not enough to hurt. “Shh. Just give yourself to me and let me take care of you.”
Royce stopped fighting his body, closed his eyes, and gave himself over entirely to Sawyer’s skilled hand, grunting and coming after a few more strokes. Sawyer released Royce’s dick and gripped his hips with a cum-covered hand, rutting faster against his body, chasing his release. Sawyer jerked and pulled back suddenly, moaning as he coated Royce’s ass with his spunk.
“I love marking my territory,” Sawyer growled, then proceeded to rub his release into Royce’s cheeks. “I love the idea of you smelling like me.” The words and actions were so animalistic and primal; a description Royce never would’ve associated with the urbane man he met a few months prior. “I’m going to get a warm washcloth to clean you up.”
“Stay. I just want you,” Royce said sleepily. “I like smelling like you.”
Sawyer spooned up against him, nestling his softening cock between Royce’s cheeks. “One day, I’m going to fall asleep with my cock buried inside your ass.”
“Mmmm,” Royce hummed happily. That sounded sexier than anything he’d ever heard, and he wanted to tell Sawyer he’d get tested as soon as possible, but he was too tired to formulate his thoughts into words.
Sawyer’s chuckle and the sweet kiss he placed on the back of Royce’s head were the last things he remembered before falling asleep.
Royce thought they’d gotten their break in the case the next morning when Ginny McGraw identified none other than the screaming preacher, Samuel Brimmer, as the man who had harassed, filmed, and photographed their patrons. His excitement was short lived after sitting down with the man for an interview. Brimstoner had ironclad alibis for all the fires. He was out of the country on a mission trip when the vacant properties were set on fire. As for the incidents with the mayor, he was the volunteer chaplain at the hospital on those evenings.
But as Rigby pointed out, they didn’t think the puppet master was the one doing the dirty work anyway, so she added him to the persons of interest list. Royce included Brimstoner and two more detectives in the surveillance rotation.
The next six days of stakeouts passed at a snail’s pace with the only highlight being the hour he spent in Sawyer’s arms before leaving. It didn’t matter which arsonist he tailed, they worked, slept, and ate. That was it. If Royce were honest, his life had been just as pitiful as theirs before he met Sawyer. Even when Marcus was alive, he spent all his time living vicariously through him instead of finding happiness for himself.
When Chief had told him that overtime and surveillance were ending, Royce had to bite back his relieved sigh. She instructed them to finish out their rotation and gave them all a day off before reporting for duty like normal. Royce had been especially enthusiastic when he pinned Sawyer beneath him and fucked him bareback since they’d both found time to get tested at a clinic that bore Vic’s name. Sex without barriers was the most incredible thing he’d ever felt. He couldn’t get enough of Sawyer’s heat enveloping his cock or Sawyer’s cum filling his ass.
Royce hadn’t meant to fall back asleep, but the lure of holding Sawyer while he slept wasn’t something he could resist. It was almost noon when he woke up and padded to the kitchen to make coffee. Bones was doing his best impersonation of a starving cat. It was possible Sawyer had been so tired when he got home that he forgot to feed the beast before falling into bed. It took less than two seconds for Royce to realize how dumb that was. There was no way in hell Bones missed a mealtime.
“Stop trying to get me in trouble,” Royce whispered. He opened the cabinet where Sawyer stored the coffee and noticed there weren’t enough grounds to make a full pot. It would be a total dick move to make only enough for himself when Royce knew Sawyer would be up soon. He’d said he didn’t want to sleep too long since he needed to get back on his regular schedule.
There wasn’t a lot of food in the house either, so he decided to leave Sawyer a note and head out to run some errands. His first stop was Sal’s Hardware and Home Goods. In an era when conglomerates were gobbling up small businesses, Sal was still going strong. He was old school and opened early so local contractors could pick up the odds and ends they forgot to get at the big lumberyards and chain stores. He always had strong coffee and sage advice at the ready.
“Haven’t seen you in a while,” Sal said when Royce stepped up to the counter. “Things going well at the new place?”
Royce had lived in his house for five years but didn’t correct the man who was old enough to be his grandfather. “Yeah, things are going well.” He pulled his keychain from his pocket and worked his house key loose. “I’d like to have a copy of this key made.”
“Well, then,” Sal said, grinning wolfishly. “I guess what they say is true.”
“And that is?” Royce asked hesitantly.
“Every rake has his day.”
“Not sure anyone talks like that anymore, but I guess I’ve finally met my match.”
Sal winked. “Lucky girl.”
Royce’s stomach clenched as he realized that coming out was going to be a daily occurrence. Daily might be a stretch, but there would always be someone who assumed the hands that held his heart belonged to a woman. He’d have to choose between correcting everyone or only the ones who mattered. He’d been coming to Sal’s since he was a little boy, and Royce planned to continue doing business with the man until he retired, so Royce might as well come clean rather than mislead Sal.
“We have these fancy keys now,” Sal said before Royce had a chance to reply. “We have sports, butterflies, flowers, and even superheroes. Whatever she’s in to, we probably have it.” He gestured to a kiosk for Royce to pick one.
“He,” Royce said.