Page 12 of Zero Divergence
Sawyer insisted on helping Royce clean the kitchen. Once they finished, Royce took Sawyer back in his arms and spun him around to another slow song on his playlist.
“I guess I wouldn’t have taken you as a Motown guy either,” Sawyer whispered against his lips. “I love how I’m still learning all these little things about you.”
“Layers, right?” Royce asked, remembering how Sawyer had recently described him. “It was my mom’s favorite music, so it reminds me of her.”
“Is ‘Suspicious Minds’ one of your favorites or hers?”
“It was her favorite song. How’d you guess?”
Sawyer tapped his temple with his index finger. “Detective, remember? You just seemed to relax into it and become part of the music, making it obvious the song is special to you.”
Then, as if a higher power had taken over DJ duties, the playlist shuffled back around to the song. Royce added extra sway to his hips, singing to Sawyer as they danced in the kitchen. Sawyer couldn’t remember a time in his life when he was happier than right now.
“It’s hard to imagine the surprise you brought home could top this,” Sawyer whispered in between kisses on Royce’s neck.
“You’ll ditch me and my body if I tell you what’s waiting in your office.”
Sawyer snorted, cupping Royce’s dick through his jeans. “There’s nothing I want more in the world than to feel your cock inside me.”
“Not even devising a plan to outsmart a serial killer?” Royce asked with his bedroom voice.
Sawyer pulled back and looked at Royce while they continued dancing. “Are you talking about Humphries?”
Royce waggled his brows. “I brought home the case files because you need something to occupy your big, beautiful brain while you’re at home recovering, and I need to catch the sick fucker before he kills again. With his pending lawsuit, our hands are tied a bit, or so the bastard thinks. I have an ace in the hole.”
“I really, really want your ace in my hole,” Sawyer moaned. “Sex first, then we’ll solve the case.”
Chuckling, Royce dropped his arms from around Sawyer’s waist, then took his hand and led Sawyer from the kitchen. Once inside their bedroom, Royce turned and pulled Sawyer into another slow dance. “I’ve never danced with another dude before,” he whispered against Sawyer’s lips. “I like it.”
“As long as I’m the one you’re dancing with.”
Royce leaned in and kissed his lips lightly. “I will always choose you.”
The slow dance turned into seductive stripping as one piece of clothing at a time hit the floor in between hot, hungry kisses.
Sawyer slid his hand in Royce’s hair, fisting the silky blond strands. “I’m going to miss you tugging my hair when you fuck me.”
Royce pressed kisses along Sawyer’s jawbone. “It’s only temporary.” He pulled back and looked into Sawyer’s eyes. “I have to say the buzzed hair only accentuates your gorgeous bone structure.”
Insecurity tried to rear its ugly head, but Sawyer smothered the errant thoughts before they could ruin their evening. “I’ve thought of nothing else except this moment all day.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Royce whispered against Sawyer’s lips when the last piece of clothing hit the floor.
Sawyer’s head-to-toe injuries were going to make finding a comfortable position difficult, but he had every confidence they’d find a way. “You’re fearless, and I’m relentless, remember?”
Rather than lead Sawyer over to their bed, Royce turned him to face the dresser with the large mirror hanging above it. Sawyer’s first instinct was to look away from the sight of his patchy pink skin and bandages until he met Royce’s gaze in the mirror.
Royce softly trailed his fingers over Sawyer’s skin, humming happily in his ear. Every nerve ending in Sawyer’s body came alive and danced beneath his touch. Sawyer swayed back into Royce’s arms. “Together, we’re flawless, baby. No amount of pink skin and scar tissue will change my opinion. Keep your eyes on me. Watch my face so you can see how good you make me feel and how badly I want you.”
Sawyer tried to speak, but the only thing escaping his lips was a trembling breath as he turned himself entirely over to Royce, believing he was wanted and knowing he could trust him.
Royce only left him long enough to retrieve the lube from the bedside table. When he returned, he captured Sawyer’s mouth in a devastating kiss that threatened to reduce him to a puddle of goo on the carpet. “Touch me, asshole,” Royce whispered once they broke apart to catch their breath. “I need you too.”
Sawyer started at his collarbone, ghosting his fingertips over defined pecs, bumping them over the planes of his abdomen and stroking over his happy trail until he reached the base of Royce’s cock. “I have never resented anything more than I do the bandages and gloves on my hands.”
Royce nipped the unmarred skin on Sawyer’s neck. “You’re only saying that because your asshole and cock aren’t bandaged and off-limits.”
Sawyer snorted. “True.”