by Sarina Wilde
As they moved through the hall, Adam said, “I need to stop at the pisser.”
Kevin took a deep breath. “Me too.”
Sarge shook his head. “Maybe after a few more of these sessions, you guys won’t let IA scare the piss out of you.” He ambled away with a laugh. “Don’t take too long. Addy Brown and her parents are going to be here in a few minutes.”
He disappeared around the corner.
Adam shoved open the men’s room door, checked to make sure the stalls were empty then cornered Kevin with his back against the door so no one else could come in. Their gazes met and held for the longest time. Kevin let out a deep breath and pulled Adam into a tight hug. For several seconds, they held each other and rocked back and forth.
“You okay?” Adam mumbled against his ear.
“I am now. Come on, dude. We got work to do.”
Adam didn’t want to work. He wanted to keep holding Kevin, wanted to drag him back to the house, their house, and hold Jill too. Along with his relief they were fully back to work was the knowledge he couldn’t keep taking advantage of his partner. He would have to go home to his apartment. His fucking empty apartment. Alone.
Adam put it behind him for a while as they met with Addy Brown and her family. Unlike Kevin, he hadn’t gotten a glimpse of her at the farm, so this was his first real opportunity to see her. With her dark hair and fair skin, she was as fresh-faced and pretty as her pictures. At first glimpse, she looked no different, but deep in her eyes, he glimpsed new maturity and lingering shadows that might never go away.
Despite what had happened to her, she hugged him and Kevin, thanking them for saving her. Her parents were equally grateful.
“We want to thank you both,” her father said gravely, “for never believing she was a runaway. Your faith in her ultimately saved her life.”
After they’d gone, Kevin seemed abnormally quiet. Adam glanced at him a couple times, but couldn’t read anything in his partner’s expression. When lunchtime hit, Kevin stood. “I-uh-I’m meeting Jill for lunch. You want me to bring you something back?”
No invite to go along. Adam did his best poker face. “Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks, man.”
Kevin hurried from the room and Adam sat stone-still, his heart hurting. He was being an ass, making an ass out of himself. Kevin and Jill hadn’t promised any permanent arrangement. He cleared his throat and realized now that he was back at work, there was no reason he couldn’t move back into his apartment. By the time Kevin returned from lunch, Adam had even convinced himself it was the right thing to do. He thanked his partner for the sandwich he’d brought back and tasted absolutely none of it.
“Listen, Kev. I’ve been thinking. I should probably move back into my own place after work tonight.” He tried a brief smile, but it didn’t feel very successful, especially when Kevin just stared at him. After a second, Adam snapped. “Don’t you have anything to say?”
Kevin’s mouth tightened. “If that’s what you want.”
When he simply pushed back his chair and left the room, Adam sat staring at the blotter on his desk, impotently fuming. If that’s what you want? Why didn’t he just say, Great, it’s about time you took your prick out of my life and my wife?
When Kevin didn’t immediately come back, Adam’s anger solidified. He’d known this would come. He just hadn’t figured it would be quite so fast. They’d given him the gratitude sex, but now the door shut. Fuck. He couldn’t take it.
Adam opened a new Word document, hurriedly pounding out a resignation letter. He knew he could get his old job back. The chief had told him he’d find a way to bring him back on staff anytime he decided he’d had enough big-city police force politics. Well, the time was now, because he sure as hell couldn’t stand working with Kevin after this was over.
His partner returned a half hour later, still as tense as when he’d left. As the end of their shift neared, he finally looked up from the paperwork he’d labored over. “Jill and I want you to have dinner with us then we’ll help you pack, if that’s what you want.”
“Fuck you,” Adam whispered so quietly no one else could hear. He stared at his desk.
“Damn it, Adam. Come eat the fucking meal, for Jill’s sake. Then we need to talk.”
While Kevin drove, Adam stared out the passenger window. He felt as if they’d done this before. Neither said a word as Kevin pulled into the garage and shut the door behind them.
This was it then. After the best few days of his life, they were going to cut things off. Kevin and Jill had promised only one night. Though it had become so much more. At least he’d thought it had. Stupid Adam. He’d made love to Kevin, played and petted with Jill and thought it was okay. If that’s what you want.
The door opened. Jill smiled at him and stood aside. “Adam! Come on in.”
Kevin followed behind him without saying a word. Adam watched the gentle sway of Jill’s hips, knowing exactly what lay beneath her clothes. He’d cherish what time he’d had with them, loving and being loved. But it had just been sex after all. A wave of anger washed through him. He didn’t want it to end. He wanted them both in his life, in his bed.
They entered the comfortable den at the back of the house. The TV was off and flames danced in the fireplace. Jill stopped inside the door and slid her arm around his neck, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. Kevin closed the distance behind him, kissing first Jill then tilting his head to brush his lips along Adam’s neck. He should probably pull away from them, but he couldn’t.
For as long as he lived, Adam would never get tired of feeling the rasp of Kevin’s skin against his, of smelling the subtle cologne he wore. If this was goodbye, he would remember ever minute…but he wouldn’t drag it out.
He stepped back, jamming his hands in his pockets. “You said you had something you wanted to talk to me about.”
“Why don’t we sit?” Jill suggested.
Adam tensed. “I think I’d rather stand. Thanks.”
She looked at him quizzically. “All right. Can I get you a beer?”
“No.” He glanced between them. “Look, can we get this over with?”
Kevin pulled a small box from his pocket. “What exactly is this you think we need to get over with?”
“It’s the part where you tell me what a great time we’ve had together, but it’s time to move on. After all, it was only supposed to be one night and we’ve dragged it out far longer with the whole injury and gratitude shit.”
Jill took the box from Kevin and now they were both coming toward him. “But that’s not what this is about.” She took his hand, gently turning it palm up and setting the gift-wrapped box in it. “Open it.”
He took a deep breath, uncertainty now replacing his conviction they wanted to end things. His fingers trembled a bit as he untied the bow and lifted the lid. Inside was a key. Adam lifted his gaze. Kevin’s expression was hooded, Jill’s expectant.
“A key?”
“To our house,” Jill whispered.
Adam stared at it, blinking. “I thought…today when you went to lunch…”
“We want you to move in, Hell,” Kevin added. “I took Jill to lunch so we could discuss it. I wanted to make sure she felt the same way before I opened my mouth. Then you shocked the shit out of me by saying you wanted to move back to your apartment. Jesus, man, one night was never enough. I want you for a partner on and off the job. We love you.”
“Jill?” Adam’s hope soared.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed close. “Say yes, Adam. We even bought a king-size bed…well, I did…and had it moved in this afternoon.”
Feeling her pressed so close to him had the effect it always did. His cock hardened and when he let his gaze slide below Kevin’s belt, he saw his partner in the exact same condition. Adam set the box and the key on the table beside him.
“A king-size bed?”
Kevin nodded, stepping behind Jill so she was sandwiched between them. He bent and nibbled the side of he
r neck before meeting and holding Adam’s gaze. “Maybe we should try it out. Think you can sleep with the two of us?”
“Sleep?”
Kevin laughed. “And a few other things. The sleep will come later.”
Jill unzipped his fly. “Let’s check it out. Dinner won’t be ready for at least an hour. Did I mention I love you?”
Adam shook his head. She hugged him and Kevin joined in. “Say yes you’ll stay, Hell.”
“More than one night?”
Jill stroked his cheek. “Forever.”
He sucked in a deep breath, felt their love surrounding him and his own love expanding. There was enough to go around for all of them.
About Sarina Wilde
Sarina is a multi-published erotic romance author who firmly believes love is a matter of heart not gender. She lives in central North Carolina with her husband, son and an array of pets that range from a lizard to horses.
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