Page 23 of The Sinner's Son
“Never.”
Some worries he’d had the previous night bled into his lovemaking. The fear of losing Royce made him want to mark him that much harder. The force of his thrusts drove Royce up the mat, but he didn’t have to wonder if he was going too hard. Royce challenged him to take more with a sexy smirk and rocked to meet Sawyer’s thrusts. Curling over his back, Sawyer nuzzled against Royce’s neck, wanting to sink his teeth into the corded muscle to mark him.
“Do it,” Royce growled. Of course, he knew what Sawyer needed from him, but they still got razzed over a love bite he’d accidentally given Royce years ago. “But do it fast. Your perfect dick is pounding me just right.”
Sawyer lowered his mouth below Royce’s collar line and sucked his skin while plowing that ass like their lives depended on it.
“Sexy fucker,” Royce groaned. “Hurts so good. Don’t stop. Reach around and jerk me off.”
“I’m in charge.” Instead of ramping up the tempo, Sawyer straightened up and eased the pace. He withdrew his dick until only the head remained and then slid back in balls-deep.
Royce shivered hard when Sawyer’s cock nudged his prostate once more. “Make me come.”
“Or what?” Sawyer challenged. “Remember the heinous way you tormented me with that damn remote-controlled butt plug? I’m just giving you a tiny taste of that teasing.”
Royce pushed up on his hands and rocked against Sawyer’s next thrust. “Stop acting like you didn’t love it. You came so hard you nearly blacked out.” He reached for his dick with his right hand, but Sawyer blocked his attempt.
“I’m in charge of your pleasure.” Sawyer used the momentum of his rocking hips to push Royce flat to the mat, driving his cock deeper inside the pert ass. “And I say not yet.”
Royce writhed and moaned beneath him, using the friction of the yoga mat to his advantage. “Going to spunk all over your mat.”
“And I’m going to flood your ass.”
“Yes. Please.” Royce stiffened beneath Sawyer, grunting as he found his release. His tight channel clamped around Sawyer’s dick and triggered his climax.
Sawyer rutted against his man until he had nothing left to give and then collapsed on the mat beside Royce. “You just going to lie there in your jizz or what?”
Royce rolled onto his side, pressing his sticky pelvis against Sawyer’s hip and resting his head on Sawyer’s chest. “You light me up like a pinball machine every time. Bells ring, lights flash, and I always achieve the highest score.”
Sawyer chuckled. “Sorry, I don’t have a prize to hand out.”
Royce lifted his head and rested his chin on Sawyer’s chest. “You are my prize,” he said. “Remember that when things go sideways withthat guy.”
Sawyer’s heart threatened to burst with love. “What kind of prize am I? Are we talking a Showcase Showdown fromThe Price is Rightor a cheap metal ring from a gumball machine that turns your finger green in five minutes?”
“The Powerball and Mega Millions rolled into one.” Royce pushed into a sitting position and looked at the mess they’d made. “Better get this cleaned up and get moving before we fall asleep in here. Christ, if you’re late to work this morning…”
Sawyer sat up fast enough to make his head spin. “Mendoza will kill me.”
Royce didn’t deny it because he knew it was true. “You hit the shower. I’ll take care of cleanup in aisle two, start the coffee, and make breakfast.”
Sawyer didn’t need Royce to tell him twice.
Sawyer whistled as he entered the precinct at a quarter to eight. Listening to an episode ofThe Mel Robbins Podcastduringhis drive to work had reminded him that he couldn’t control other people. He was in charge of how he reacted to them and their bullshit. He hadn’t miraculously cured his anxiety over the situation with a round of good sex, a tasty breakfast, and sage advice, but he would fake it until he made it. Holly and Topher were already in the CCU bullpen, loading their protective tactical gear from storage lockers into black bags. Sawyer’s progress nearly flatlined on the spot because he couldn’t assist them with their big takedown that morning.
Mendoza’s mandate after the open house replayed in his mind. “I don’t want Bishop roaming unsupervised in my precinct. Am I clear? Where he goes, you go too.”
There was no way they’d make the four arrests and be back in time for him to intersect Alec. “Sorry, I won’t be with you,” Sawyer said.
“We’ve got this, Sarge,” Toph replied.
Holly looked at him with a sympathetic smile. “We have a great team and a solid plan. Just be ready to look pretty in front of the media since they’ll likely want a statement after the arrests.”
Would Mendoza make Sawyer drag Alec to the podium with him, or would the chief give the statement to the reporters? A better idea landed. “This is your big bust, Holls, so it’s only right that you talk to the press.”
“By myself?”
Her surprise made Sawyer feel like a glory hound. Christ, maybe he had more in common with Alec than he realized. “I’m not taking credit for your work. Besides, I have babysitting duties, and I don’t know where they’ll lead me. Debrief Mendoza when you get back, and he will make the media arrangements.”