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“Yes, I do…. But traffic is a nightmare—you know that. And if I have someone in my life, that means they’re in the boys’ lives too. We don’t need to spend all our time in the car. I want to spend time with you….” Kerry groaned as he realized what he’d said. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. You’re a successful and highly qualified child psychologist who has worked with families as well as the policedepartments in the area. Don’t think I didn’t check you out—I’m a cop. And I saw how you helped Henry. That took a lot of skill and talent. I also know that the practice you work with has offices in Olympia and Spokane. So, you have options. More than most people.”

“I have the worst luck with relationships.” He leaned back on the sofa cushions, trying to relax, but he was wound as tight as a drum, and no matter what he did, the tension refused to leave.

“Then have better luck in the future.” He quirked his eyebrows. Kerry knew exactly what he meant, and damn, he wanted to take the chance. Brian drew closer, his fingers sliding along Kerry’s neck. Warmth spread through him, and he leaned into the touch.

Kerry glanced down the hall for just a moment and then back at Brian before closing the distance between them. Brian’s kiss lit a fire in him that Kerry had no idea existed. Within moments, embers he’d long thought had gone out forever, never to be relit, burst into a conflagration that threated to consume him. God, Brian was an amazing kisser—his lips firm, not too wet, and oh hell, he pressed against Kerry, his fingers sliding upward, carding into his hair and making his scalp tingle.

“Oh,” Kerry said as he blinked when Brian pulled away. “I have to ask. Can’t you get in trouble for kissing a client… or victim… or whatever I am?”

“Maybe. I don’t really know, because this sort of thing has never happened to me before. And it’s not like you’re a suspect or even a witness. You’re someone who is trying to pick up the pieces. I guess the most important thing is if this… is what you want.”

Was he kidding? Brian was sex on a stick, and maybe that was the problem. In the past, he had always gone for guys like that and jumped into things without much thought. Maybe heand Caroline had that in common. He wasn’t sure. But he did know that his usual pattern wasn’t what he wanted this time. Kerry wanted something different with Brian, but what that looked like, he had no idea. “Yeah… I want this.”

ChapterEight

Brian couldn’thelp smiling at Kerry’s response. His instinct was to take hold, kiss the hell out of him, and propel both of them down the hall to the bedroom so he could make Kerry forget everything that had happened these past few weeks. Hell, maybe he could make Kerry forget his name. That would be awesome. But instead, he gently kissed him and backed away. “I should be going. I need to be prepared for tomorrow.”

Kerry slid closer to him, his heat and scent sending Brian’s mind reeling. He kissed him, and within seconds, he was lost. Kerry tasted like warmth, musk, and a dose of heaven, which was exactly what he hadn’t known he’d been missing… forever. He pressed Kerry back, deepening the kiss. He startled slightly when Kerry slipped his hand under his shirt, but then he sighed into the kiss as his warm hand slid along his belly and then up to his chest.

He got lost in the sensation as all the questions about whether this was a good idea flew from his head. All he wanted was more of those touches, and he hissed softly when Kerry tweaked a nipple. Oh holy hell, his pants were way too tight, and his mind centered on Kerry and nothing else. So, it came as a surprise when Kerry pulled away and stood. Brian looked up at him, wondering what the hell just happened. Kerry held out his hand, and he stared at it for a second before taking it and letting Kerry lead him down the hall, past the boys’ rooms. Pebbles raised his head as they passed, but he didn’t move or make a sound.

The bedroom was very different than what he expected and was quite bare. “I got tired of sleeping on the sofa, so I packed upthe things of Caroline’s that were out.” A neat stack of boxes sat in the corner. Brian suspected he hadn’t even opened the closet or the dresser drawers, but those were fleeting thoughts as Kerry closed the door and pressed the lock.

Brian drew Kerry into his arms as they came together in a frenzy of heated kisses and energy. Hell, they practically bounced off one another in their haste. But Brian held him tightly, their bodies pressed together. He caught the hem of Kerry’s polo shirt and pulled it over his head. Then he undid the buttons of his own shirt, their kisses growing more urgent until they were skin to skin. God that felt good, the heat, the firm muscle. It sent Brian’s desire soaring, and it seemed to have done the same to Kerry.

Their shoesthunked on the floor as they each did that awkward dance to get them off. Fucking hell, the movies always got it wrong, because unless they had Velcro, there was no elegant way to get out of your pants. But they managed, and Brian pressed Kerry down on the bed, which bounced to receive them.

“I’ve wanted this for days, but I didn’t think I should because of everything.”

Brian smoothed the hair off Kerry’s forehead. “Why?”

“Because maybe I didn’t feel like it was the right time for me to be happy… about anything.” He knew that was quite an admission.

“Hey,” Brian whispered as he lightly sucked at the base of Kerry’s neck, receiving a groan and a stretch in response. “We should all be happy. That doesn’t mean you don’t miss someone. It’s just the start of the other side.” He didn’t want to mention any details, and Kerry seemed to understand what he meant.

“This isn’t some kind of getting me over the grief kind of thing, is it?” Kerry asked.

Brian answered Kerry’s question by sucking on one of his pert nipples. “Does it feel like that?” Kerry whimpered and shook his head. “Good, because it’s not. Any more than this isn’t some kind of running away from your hurt. I know it isn’t.” Brian lifted his head. “Because you face things head-on. It’s part of what draws me to you. You handle and deal with your issues, the same as I do. No games or subterfuge.”

“Yeah, I doooooo…,” Kerry moaned as Brian scraped his teeth lightly over the other nipple. Damn, he loved that they were sensitive and how Kerry shivered as Brian ran his hands down his sides.

Brian raised his head, meeting Kerry’s gaze. “Then it’s just you and me. Right here and now.” He loved those eyes. They were damn expressive when he wanted, and they told Brian so much. A window to the soul, and in this case, it was so true. He could see Kerry’s kindness and helpfulness, how wonderful he was down to the core. This was someone he could fall in love with. And even that, and all the baggage that could come with it, didn’t deter him for a second. Kerry was worth the leap. Now it was his task to make sure Kerry realized that he was too.

“Oh God,” Kerry whispered into the room lit with just the outside light that spilled past the edges of the shade as Brian slid downward, taking his long, thick cock between his lips, sinking lower and lower as Kerry whimpered. “Jesus….” Brian pulled back and took Kerry deeply, again and again. The time for words had passed, and he loved that he could reduce someone as smart and verbal as Kerry to soft sounds that filled the room with erotic energy. Passion was most definitely in the air, filling the small room, and Brian was determined to give as much of it as possible. “How… damn…,” Kerry whimpered when Brian pulled back. “Do that again?” Kerry asked.

“Sweetheart, I intend to drive you out of your mind,” he whispered, and Kerry’s breath hitched as Brian took him hardonce more. Kerry was almost too big, but otherwise perfect. He loved the way he could control Kerry’s passion and how he reacted to everything. Brian didn’t even need to see him; he could tell just from his breathing the effect he was having on him, and that was sexy as all hell and something he didn’t want to end. “You are so beautiful.”

Kerry tittered. “No, I’m not. I’m ordinary in most every way. I was always skinny and thin.”

Brian kissed him. “You are beautiful. There is a light in your eyes and a vibrancy about you that makes you stunning.”

Kerry tugged him closer. “You’re the stunning one. And don’t tell me you don’t know how sexy you are. You have all these muscles, and you’re tall and strong.”

“There are many forms of strength.” He ran his hands down Kerry’s chest. “Just like there are many kinds of heart.” He pulled Kerry to him, their heat mixing. Bodies slowly sliding against each other, quivering with excitement. This was amazing, and the longer he held Kerry in his arms, the more he realized that he didn’t want to let him go.

“I can’t argue with you.”

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