Page 116 of Bazooka
“What time is it?” I grumbled, considering his proposal. “Where’s lube?”
“Seven and here.”
I cursed myself and my destiny.
“Too late. Get up, pest. Make me some coffee ‘cause I need to go to work.”
Luz grinned. “Been there, done that. Follow me into the kitchen, boss.”
He was about to leave when I pulled him toward me and kissed him. I kissed him, and I tasted my cum on his tongue, butmore importantly, I kissed him because I was hungry for him. Thirsty for him. Officially, I was Luz-addicted.
After a few moments, he tore his lips away, stopping me when I couldn’t stop myself.
“We’ll be late, Buz,” he breathed, looking in pain himself. “Chief Bibb will get mad, and I need him in my good graces.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause I need to be allowed to the station. Officer Vile is waiting for me to make a wrong move, so no. God, I can’t believe I’m saying no to you!”
I groaned and gave him a hard kiss before heading to the bathroom because he was right. After a long cold shower, I returned to the kitchen. Luz served me the most delicious coffee on the planet, but I had eyes only for him. I needed to taste only him, so I sat him on the countertop, devouring his lips as if I were sick and he were penicillin. Only when both our pants fell to our ankles, did I stop myself because… I was an officer of the law, dammit! I could control myself.
“I’m taking it back,” Luz whimpered, trying to stop me. “Fuck me.”
“No,” I growled. “Behave. You’re right.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
After a long quarrel filled with kissing and groping, we agreed to leave the apartment without fucking. I kept kissing Luz on our way to the front door because I couldn’t stop, only to realize I’d forgotten to take my gun.My fucking gun. I cursed under my breath and let go of him, because enough was enough. I made him go to the station with Vincent, the bodyguard, but not before pulling the latter for a little chat.
“If someone harms a hair on his head, I will harm you, Vinnie,” I said calmly. “You will suffer like no one has ever suffered. Have I made myself clear?”
Vincent nodded, wide-eyed, unable to speak because of my hand pressing against his larynx.
“You look at him wrong, you look at your nails,” I continued. “Then imagine me pulling them out with tweezers. Would you like that, Vinnie?”
He shook his head, looking petrified.
“Perfect,” I said, releasing his neck. “Now go and do your job. And do it well. Or else.”
We were both leaving the back alley when Luz pushed his head out of the car window with a wide smile.
“Race you to the finish line, Baz,” he exclaimed, sounding excited. “God, you look sexy in those cargo pants.”
I pointed a finger at him in warning. “Behave.”
“Just for you and just this one time,” he said, only to shout out. “Because I freaking love you!”
The birds flew away from the nearby trees, their wings flapping in alarm. I couldn’t blame them either, because half the time with Luz, I felt the same.
I entered my car only to get a phone call. And a headache.
“General Zablonsky,” I said, starting the engine. “How can I help you?”
“Good day, Detective Bradley. Is my son with you?”
“Not at the moment, but he’s safe. Do you have any news about the person who has been threatening you?”
