“I thought it would end when I graduated from high school, but it didn’t. It carried on to college too. I didn’t want to drink the other night, but I did and look what happened to me. I nearly got arrested and almost lost my chance at being a police officer.”
“Here’s some bad news for you, Burke.” Eli was grinning. “Peer pressure never ends. Hell, it was someone’s birthday last week and I didn’t want a piece of the cake. The birthday boy bullied me into have a piece.”
Burke snorted. “Let me guess, the birthday boy was the chief?”
“Yeah. Cisco wanted me to loosen up a bit.” Eli shrugged. “I guess that’s what we both did. You had a couple beers and drove drunk, while I had piece of cake and decided that a handsome young man deserved a second chance.”
“Come on, Eli. I’m notthatmuch younger than you are. You act like you’re an old man who’s going to scream at kids to get off his lawn and turn down their music. You can’t be much more than five years or so older than me.”
Eli raised an eyebrow. “I’m thirty and you’re twenty-one.”
“You don’t think that’s a problem, do you?” Burke hoped to God it wasn’t. He wasn’t ready to let Eli go. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
Eli opened his mouth to respond when the radio crackled to life.
“All units respond to The Witch Museum. Shots fired. Multiple casualties.” Kendall announced.
Hitting the lights and sirens, Eli stepped on the gas.
Jesus Christ. Not another shooting. Burke whispered a silent prayer that no one was seriously hurt.
7
Elias
By the time Eli and Burke had rolled up on the scene, the paramedics had already sped away with the two shooting victims, a young couple who’d been taking selfies in front of The Salem Witch Museum in between kissing each other.
From what Eli had been told before he and Burke clocked out for the night, both victims were in serious, but stable condition at North Shore Medical Center. There was still no sign of the shooter.
It had been a shitty night. The only thing that made it better was having Burke with him. When they’d pulled into the Salem Police Department parking lot, Burke had set his hand on Eli’s thigh and said, “Follow you home?”
That’s how Eli ended up in his own kitchen, naked from the waist down, while Burke gave him the blowjob of a lifetime. His hands were sunk into Burke’s silky, dark hair, not to keep him still, but to be that much more connected.
Burke was looking up at him, his dark eyes blown wide with need. One hand clutched at Eli’s ass, while the other was jacking himself off.
“That fucking mouth,” Eli moaned.
Burke’s tongue was lashing against him as he forced more of Eli into his mouth.
Eli’s grip on Burke’s head tightened. His hips thrusted forward, making Burke gag on his girth. This was heaven. “So close.”
His eyes darkening further, Burke increased his efforts. The hand that had been digging into the globe of his ass move down, his index finger sliding along Eli’s crack before brushing past his hole.
“Fuck!” Eli gritted out, falling off the pace he’d set fucking Burke’s mouth.
That magical finger started circling his pucker, dipping down to wiggle against the tight ring of muscle.
Burke’s finger slipping inside his passage set them both off. Crying out his lover’s name, Eli’s eyes slammed shut as wave after wave of pleasure rocketed through his body. He didn’t just feel his release through his dick, it was everywhere, making his entire body resonate with the power of it.
Not missing a drop, Burke rode out the storm until Eli pulled his spent dick from his wet lips. Sliding from his knees to his ass, Burke started to laugh. He wiped his come-soaked hand on his shirt.
Still recovering from what had just happened between them, Eli bent double, resting his hands on his knees. “What’s so funny?” Eli was still panting. He could see Burke’s release striping his shirt. Thankfully, he’d taken off the bulletproof vest before they’d gotten busy.
“At least we made it inside the house. I wasn’t quite sure we would.”
When Burke parked behind him, Eli had grabbed him, dragging him up the driveway before pressing him against the side of his SUV. They’d kissed each other breathless. “Barely.” Eli pointed to Burke’s chest. “Looks like you’re going to need a new shirt.”
Hauling the shirt over his head, Burke wiped his right hand on it again before using it on his dick. “Looks like. Mind if I borrow one of yours when I go home later?”