Page 49 of Zero Divergence
“I’ll give him a call for you,” Royce told Blakemore.
A few minutes later, Jonah escorted Blakemore out of the building. The gentle giant didn’t seem to mind supporting the slender guy’s weight as they walked.
“I know you have a lot going on right now, Mr. Elderwood. Why don’t we continue the staff interviews so we can get out of your hair?” Royce suggested.
Elderwood absently ran his hand over his head. “Yes, that sounds like a good plan.” He didn’t apologize for his outburst and accusation, but they were better off to let it drop and keep the interviews going. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. I need to see who isn’t on the phone right now.”
Once they were alone, Royce turned his attention to Sawyer. “What was the phone call all about?”
“You’re not going to bust my balls about Blakemore?”
“Of course, I am. It can wait until the interviews are over.”
Sawyer snorted. “The senator is ready to talk.”
“Hell fucking yeah.”
“Damn,” Royce said after noticing the change of guard when they returned to Vincenzo’s gated community following the interviews at Elderwood, Johnson, and McClary. After Blakemore left, they had learned didley squat from the lawyers and staff employed at Gross’s law firm. The news of the attorney’s murder broke during their drive over, leaving Royce in a fighting mood after hearing the radio broadcast.
“Easy there, or you’ll rip the steering wheel out of its column,” Sawyer chided.
Royce glanced at his hands and noted his white-knuckled grip. Funny how he hadn’t noticed the tingling in his fingers from lack of circulation until Sawyer drew his attention to it. “The news had to break eventually,” Royce groused, then heaved a sigh.
“Let’s be grateful they don’t know the truth about Vincenzo’s relationship with Gross yet,” Sawyer countered.
Royce snorted as he came to a stop next to the gatekeeper’s shack. “I’m not sure we know the truth about their relationship.” Royce held up his badge when the guard opened the window and leaned toward him. Rather than argue with them as the bonehead had done earlier, the new guy nodded and opened the gates for them to pass through. Accelerating into the community, Royce said, “What a fucking letdown.”
Sawyer chuckled. “I love you.” Then he gasped dramatically. “Is that declaration prohibited during work hours, Sergeant Dickhead?”
Royce’s heart swelled, then galloped like a runaway horse. He would never grow tired of hearing Sawyer say those words—in any form, or at any time.Play it cool, Locke. “I guess I can let it slide just this once, but if I’m making exceptions to the rules, I’d prefer to slide my dick into your mouth while you kneel at my feet in one of the shower stalls in the locker room. I have a totally different idea on how our private and professional relationships should mingle…ifI were making exceptions.”
Sawyer cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Is that a particular fantasy you’ve had about me?” His voice suddenly sounded as thick as molasses.
“Only since the day we met,” Royce admitted.Damn! It was getting hot in here.
“And why haven’t you shared the fantasy with me?”
Royce glanced over at his partner, his love, his freakingeverything. “Because you’d make it come true, and then I would want it all the time.”
“That would be a bad thing, huh?” Sawyer asked.
Was it? Yes! Maybe.“Do you really want people in our precinct to overhear us going at it in the shower? Or is it the thought of getting caught that sends your blood racing to your cock?”
“We’re not talking aboutmyfantasies right now,” Sawyer countered.
“We shouldn’t be talking about fantasies at all, but since it came up…” Royce cupped the growing bulge in his jeans just in case Sawyer was confused about theithe was referring to. His damn dick had a mind of its own.
Sawyer didn’t answer right away, so Royce glanced over at him when they stopped at an intersection. His boyfriend’s face was flushed pink and little beads of sweat dotted his upper lip. Sawyer hooked his finger in the open collar of his polo shirt and repeatedly pulled the material away from his body, fanning himself. Continuing his perusal down Sawyer’s torso, Royce’s gaze snagged on his boyfriend’s crotch. He would tease him about his reaction if he weren’t sporting a semi-erection also. Returning his attention to the road, Royce turned onto the same side street Sawyer had taken earlier.
“The thrill for me would be watching you try your hardest not to let anyone on the other side of the curtain know what was going on,” Sawyer said, unwilling to let the subject drop.
Oh god. Resisting this man was nearly impossible. Royce reached forward and cranked the air-conditioning higher, then angled the vent to blow cold air directly on his face.
“Could you do it?” Sawyer asked. “Let me suck you off without giving us away?”
“I don’t know,” he replied honestly. One of the things he loved most about sex with Sawyer was how vocal they both were. He couldn’t deny how much the prospect of Sawyer blowing him in the shower stalls at the precinct turned him on. “I know it’s probably not a good idea to put either of us to the test. You do this humming thing when you blow me. That’s bound to echo around the shower room and create a stir.” Like the one in his pants.Damn Sawyer. He couldn’t go into Vincenzo’s house with a raging boner.
Sawyer chuckled. “We either need to change the subject or find a secluded spot to rub one out really quick.” There was no doubt which option they both preferred, just as there was no question which one they’d choose. “What do you think about Blakemore’s revised statement concerning Vincenzo?” Sawyer asked.