Page 8 of Mimosa (Murphy's Pub #2)

Chapter Eight

In a truck, an old F150 from the early 2000s, he sat staring out of the window while Sonny drove through the quiet residential streets near downtown Denver. Craftsman and Victorian homes were as beautiful in the dark as they were in the light of day, and Mims secretly wished to live in one of them, tending a little garden in the back, having an arbor built and a seat there that he could sit with some beautiful man at the end of their long days at work.

Like he read Mims’s mind, Sonny said, “I always loved these houses. I always wished I could buy my mom one.”

“Where does she live?”

“Oh, her house is okay, but she’s always had a thing for Victorians.”

“Me too. I love them.” He thought about it, and didn’t know if he should made the admission, but did anyway. “My sister, she had a Victorian dollhouse. We’d play for hours with it, but…you know, when my dad would get home, I had to clear out of her room. He’d have had a fit.”

“Yeah. I’m sure. Our cultures aren’t that different when it comes to some things. I really try to think that my dad would have been totally cool with me being gay, but I really doubt it.”

“Mine wasn’t,” Mims said in a croak.

“Yeah, but…you get to a point in your life when you figure out that family comes in all shapes and sizes. Family doesn’t always mean blood, and the way we try to constantly get some kind of approval from them, it’s a lot of energy that we could better put to other things.”

Mims had heard that before, but it was much easier said than done. “I still talk to my sister, but the rest of them…”

“You have a pretty great family at the pub, it seems.”

Perking instantly, he said, “Yes, I do.”

“Who’s the one that couldn’t stop staring at me like he wanted to kill me, especially when you were hugging him around the neck?”

“Like I said, my best friend. Haze and me, we’ve been close since I came to the pub. He…he took the time to get me settled, showed me how to bartend, watches out for me still. I promise, that’s all there is.”

Sonny shrugged a shoulder as he turned a corner. “I guess it just doesn’t look good to anyone watching. If we’re supposed to be a thing, well, anyone watching could think you’re cheating on me.”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, holding back his glee about Sonny’s obvious jealousy. “And how could I be trusted if I cheated on you?”

“Exactly!”

Mims was smiling but hid it as Sonny parked in front of an apartment house. “This is my place. I’m going to take you inside my apartment and you can…get to know the place. I’ll tell them I caught you the first night I was at the pub. You’ll seem easy.”

“And?”

Sonny laughed. “I guess you don’t have a prudish reputation.”

“Not even a little bit.”

Sonny’s smile faded and he grunted, “Great.”

Mims’s hand shot out to catch his arm as he tried to escape the truck. “I’m easy to a guy I’m dating. Not to just anyone, and…and if I’m dating someone, I’m faithful. I just haven’t dated anyone for a substantial length of time in, well, a long time.”

Staring at Mim’s hand on his arm, Sonny said, “I haven’t either.”

“Look at me.”

Sonny did and when his eyes met Mims, Mims felt his heart pounding hard in his chest.

“Is this just fun while we’re supposed to be pretending or…or is this going to become something that…that could really hurt?”

“It’s gonna hurt,” Sonny said and grabbed his head, pulling him in for a kiss that was hard, rough and so fucking good, Mims thought he’d melt from how hot he got so instantaneously. In the cab of that truck, Mims fell in love with the man and all it took was that kiss.

But it was that kind of kiss. Sonny put his heart into it. Mims was pressed hard against the seat as Sonny held his head, kissing him deeply, hotly, nipping at Mims’s bottom lip before he pulled back. “It’s gonna hurt in all the best ways.”

Mims kissed him that time, and held his head. He wanted Sonny to know he was in it, he was there for the hurt, for the good and bad, and for him. Yeah, falling in love after one great kiss may be stupid, but it was better than falling for old men who had wives and grandchildren.

Sonny got out of the truck, pulling Mims over to his side and then grabbing him, pulling him into his arms. Mims wrapped his arms and legs around the man and was carried to the building, all while they both laughed, kissed, and laughed more.

Mims knew it was a whirlwind, happening fast, and happening like a bomb going off, but he looked into that face, that handsome face, and he couldn’t help but forget everything he thought he wanted. He forgot all the pain and torment of the last ten years, how many times he fell to sleep with a wet pillow from crying for the things he’d lost.

Sonny set him on his feet so he could punch in the code to get into the building, and once inside, he pushed Mims to the wall and kissed him roughly. “This is fucking insane. I’m only supposed to be pretending.”

“I think it stopped being pretend about three minutes after we met.”

Rubbing a thumb across Mims’s bottom lip, Sonny whispered, “There’s something about you that makes me want to forget all of this and just…run off.”

“Me too, but we can’t. We both have too much to lose and that includes people we care about.”

“God, I want you.”

“Take me. I’m here with you, and I’m consenting.”

A much softer kiss was given to Mims then, and as Sonny’s lips pressed against his, Mims felt tears springing to his eyes, but they weren’t coming from sorrow or pain. They were from a happiness that he’d never known, and love that he’d always wanted.

He was very happy with his found family, but they couldn’t fill all the hollow places inside of Mims’s heart. As much as they tried, there were parts of him that ached with longing, even when he was dating someone, he felt that longing.

For some strange reason, Sonny took that longing. Mims felt fulfilled for the first time in his life. He had a family and a man he wanted more than he wanted air.

Sonny’s hand enveloped his and he was led up the stairs to Sonny’s apartment. After the door was unlocked and they were inside of the dark apartment, Sonny scooped him into his arms and carried him the short distance to the bedroom, where he toed the door open and quickly laid Mims on the bed.

The room was lit by the streetlights outside, and it was almost eerie how Sonny’s face glowed in them, but his eyes were in shadows.

Mims should be frightened, he knew. Not only was he letting himself fall for a guy much to quickly, but the guy was an undercover cop, who was in danger every second of the day because of the people he was trying to bust.

There was nothing but danger with their relationship, if they were to get to the point it was a relationship. The BBC, the cops that weren’t in the cartel and the federal agents to boot. Still, that danger just excited him more, and the way Sonny was, no nonsense, hard, tough and determined…

It was exactly what Mims needed.

He was stripped almost violently of his clothes, his body thrown this way and that as Sonny wrenched his shirt and pants from him. Mims was breathless as he lay on the bed in just his briefs, watching Sonny taking off his own clothes, his eyes still in shadows, teeth biting down on his bottom lip.

Mims leaned up on his elbows to stare over Sonny’s body, the lights of some passing car dancing over his hard pecs and ripped abs. Fuck…

“I guess we’re moving pretty fast, huh?” Sonny asked in a gruff voice that just vibrated through him like an earthquake.

“Yeah. That’s my only speed,” Mims said honestly. “If it’s too fast for you…”

“I’m not those old men,” Sonny said as he crawled over Mims and pushed him to lay flat with a hand on his chest. “I’m not some pushover either.” His hand slid up from his chest over his throat and there it held, fingers tightening just enough. “I’m it, I’m all, and I don’t take any bullshit.”

He shivered through to his soul.

Another car passed, and that time, the light revealed those eyes, and there was no lie in them, not a bit of softness or flexibility. Mims knew that if he gave himself to Sonny, there wasn’t going to be an easy way out of it.

And he liked that just fine.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Yes, to all of it.”

“Did you think that was a fucking question?” Sonny asked right before he moved down to kiss him hard, grabbing both arms, holding Mims’s wrists to the bed, taking the control he’d spoken about to that next, crucially important level.

Bruising kisses, teeth on his jaw, down his neck, biting, hands tightening on his wrists, Sonny grinding on his hip, letting Mims feel his cock, rigid in so many ways…

He let out a pained groan that was ignored by Sonny, as Sonny was busy sucking and biting his flesh. After Sonny got Mims’s wrists in one hand, his other slid under the waistband of his briefs, grabbed his cock and squeezed it crushingly.

Sonny didn’t seem to do anything lightly, and Mims liked that most of all.

“Tell me, little man, that you want my cock in you,” Sonny growled in his ear, then kissed him, making the declaration impossible.

Mims’s mind was spinning, and he wanted to say it, to scream it, but Sonny’s mouth on his, his tongue in Mims’s mouth, all of it kept Mims floating and unable to ground himself.

Once Mims’s hands were released, he began clutching onto Sonny, fingernails digging into his flesh, none of it had an effect on Sonny to stop and let him say it. Sonny continued to stroke him roughly, kissing him the same way, taking over everything, every single bit of Mims.

When he let up, Mims choked on the words, “I want it,” then was furiously kissed again.

Sonny knew what he was doing, keeping Mims on edge, unable to speak or even to breathe. He was in control, he had the power over Mims, and Mims gave himself willingly, ready to be Sonny’s toy.

When Sonny moved away from him, Mims tried to follow, but a hand pushed him hard back onto the bed. “Don’t fucking move.”

Mims fell back and sucked in buckets of air, filling his lungs until they burned. “Want you…want you bad…”

“You’re going to get me bad, baby.”

Sonny pulled the drawer of the nightstand so hard it came out and landed on the floor. Unperturbed about it, he knelt on the ground and when he rose again, he was getting a condom on his dick before tossing the lube to Mims. “Get some on me if you don’t want it to hurt as bad.”

Mims moved to the edge of the bed before he poured a palm full of the lube into his hand, then began to seductively slather it over Sonny’s thick cock.

Even the condom couldn’t fully cover how beautiful the man’s dick was. It was dark under the pink of the condom, like every bit of his darkness was there, throbbing under the flesh, waiting to ravage Mims’s insides.

Nine inches, if Mims knew size, and he did, and a nice girth that was going to stretch the fuck out of him. Mims stared up into eyes he couldn’t see again, shadowed as they were in the darkness of the room, but he felt them. Sonny’s eyes were glaring, hatefully, like he hated that he was falling for Mims.

And he likely did hate it.

After all, unlike those he was working with undercover, he was a good cop. He wanted to make the world a better place, and there he was, falling for a thief. A criminal.

Mims felt it, and he also could relate. Of all the men he could fall for, a cop was about the furthest from his expectations.

He was pushed on the bed, kissed roughly again and as that kiss lingered hotly on his mouth, that big dick was pushed inside of him, and as Mims tensed from the burning of it, Sonny’s teeth caught Mims’s bottom lip and bit there, to easily keep Mims in place.

His whimpering was barely audible, but Sonny chuckled, nonetheless. He was a dark prince, a devil, and Mims loved it. He loved the harsh man’s ways, fed off his hatred and sought out his love.

The first feel of that cock fully inside him had him spinning and tense as he held tightly to Sonny, as if he might fly off the world if he let go.

Sonny kissed him tenderly, again bringing him to an edge because his body wasn’t being tenderly touched. After a short adjustment time, Sonny began to deeply pummel him, even as his lips were giving feathery kisses over Mims’s face.

That was Sonny’s thing, and Mims knew it the first night of their pretend romance. Keeping Mims on edge and proving who was in charge.

Just like a damn cop.

Mims knew, however, how to play that particular game. Be on edge, just like Sonny wanted, be submissive, as he wanted too, but he knew that in reality, no matter who Sonny thought held all the cards, Mims knew who it truly was.

With his best submissive voice, Mims pleaded, “Let me please you. Let me show you there is no one else but you in the entire world for me.”

More chuckling, and Mims knew he had him. Mims knew that the control was now his to hold. Pulling out of his ass, Sonny kissed him chastely and fell over onto his back. “Show me.”

Mims smiled inwardly, moving slowly but with great purpose as he climbed over Sonny, straddling his hips, letting his cock hang down to touch Sonny’s as he leaned in for a kiss. “Thank you, Sonny. Thank you so much.”

Sonny’s hands were on his hips as they kissed. And Mims moved his hand between his legs to grab Sonny’s cock and start moving it to his ass. “You’re so good to me, Sonny.”

“Yeah, so you best be good to me too. Get my cock in you now.”

Still taking his time, pretending to he reticent about all of it, he smiled shyly, kissing Sonny the same way. “I want it so bad…”

Stroking Sonny’s cock, rubbing the head against his hole, teasing, kissing, grinding his hips, Mims took the control and watched Sonny’s face tense, slack, tense again as his arousal overwhelmed him.

There were a few things that Mims was great at. Only a few, but those things, he perfected and kept studying to continue to perfect them.

One was his skill at hacking, and the other was getting a man to beg in bed. Even if pleading words never came from his mouth, he pleaded in a million little ways with his body.

The way Sonny’s hands gripped Mims’s hips, the way his head thrashed left and right, wordlessly moaning, eyes rolling back in his pretty head…

When Mims finally sat with that cock in his ass, Sonny shuddered with his orgasm. Those fingers bit into Mims’s thin hips and he shuddered like he was being rocked by a bomb.

“You mother fucker, you did that on purpose,” he said when he’d caught his breath.

Mims simply smiled and denied, “I don’t know what you mean.”

Sonny’s hand grabbed Mims’s cock at the same time he moved over Mims, and his rough, fast stroking made Mims come so hard, he saw stars.

After, Sonny grabbed his face in a tight grip with one hand while he sneered, “I really like you. I really like fucking you.”