Page 3 of The Fall
Silas
It was Sunday night,and I was horny asfuck.
I nursed the last quarter of my Allagash Black and glanced across the high-top bar table at my date, a high school physics teacher from Camden named Reggie-Something. I had a victorious little buzz in my blood that had nothing to do with the beer and everything to do with the boldly flirtatious look the blond, blue-eyed man was aiming myway.
Targetacquired, thank the hookup gods. If my dick had to make do with my right hand much longer, it was going to mutiny and walk off inprotest.
“I really appreciate you meeting me out here,” Reggie said, running a finger around the rim of the glass holding the icy remains of his Jack and Coke. “Must be hard for O’Leary’s favorite police officer to get away fromtown.”
I shrugged. “Nah, no big deal. Camden’s only a couple miles down the road, and I like it here.” I grinned. “The Dark Horse has greatwings.”
If I were being totally honest, I’d rather be at Hoff’s, the new bar back in O’Leary, but Ireallypreferred not conducting my business in front of my entire town, which was exactly what would’ve happened if I’d asked Reggie to meet me there. One resident would’ve called another, a giant game of telephone would’ve ensued, and Marci at the police station would’ve been fielding congratulations on my impending wedding by Wednesday. No, thankyou.
O’Leary didn’t give a shit that I was gay, but they sure as hell cared that I wassingle.
My parents, on the other hand, were probably just as glad that I'd never felt the desire to present them with a partner they'd have to acceptpublicly.
“Is that theonlything you like around here?” Reggie asked. Another time, his canned responses, exaggerated head-tilt, and batting eyelashes would’ve made me wince. At this moment, I was too wound up to do anything but playalong.
“Definitely not. There’s a lot to like.” Specifically, I’d like to fuck him. Hard. Maybe in the parking lot first, just to take the edge off, if he was intothat.
“O’Leary’s a few miles down the road, and it’s dangerous in the dark.” Reggie smiled, his voice so filled with sultry invitation that my dick throbbed. “You couldmaybe…”
But what I could maybe do would forever remain a mystery, because my phone chose that precise moment to vibrate across the tabletop so loudly the silverwarerattled.
Marci, calling from the station. Shit. Damn.Fuck.
I declined it, knowing she’d call back if it was a trueemergency.
When the waitress came by with the bill, I grabbed my wallet before Reggie could move to get his and handed her enough cash to cover dinner and a healthy tip. Virtue-signaling, in case the hookup gods werewatching.
“You were saying?” Iprompted.
Reggie smiled and opened hismouth.
My phone vibratedagain.
Mother.Fucker.
I gave Reggie an apologetic smile. “I have to takethis.”
“Sure,” he said. “I’m going to run to the restroom. I’ll beright back.” He hopped down from the stool and turned, then looked back over his shoulder like he wanted to make sure my eyes were trained on hisass.
Theywere.
“What?” I barked into thephone.
“Hey there, Si! You busy with anythingimportant?”
Marci’s voice in my ear was chipper -toochipper. The kind of chipper that made my dick instantly deflate because I knew whatever came next was going to wreak havoc on the sexcapades I had planned for thenight.
I wondered if Marci had any idea of the effect she had onme.
“I told you, I’m staying with a friend in Camden,” I said, which was not a total lie. If things with Reggie had gone south, I would have crashed at my buddy Dare’s place for the night. Though they hadn’t, so please God, Iwouldn’t.
“Right, about that. We got a call,” shebegan.
I sighed. I loved being a police officer. Truly. It was the job I’d wanted since I was ten years old, and losing my brother in a car accident years later had only cemented the path I wason.
