Shooting Star

by Carol Lynne

  “Do you think he blames me for it?” He prayed the episode hadn’t destroyed the friendship he’d built with Priest.

  “No. I think he realised just how much you meant to him, and it scared him.” Jessup kissed Brac again. “Don’t worry. It’s good for Priest to remember he still has a heart every now and then.”

  Epilogue

  “Never ask me to do that again,” Jessup said before taking a sip of his beer.

  Brac bumped Jessup with his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I won’t. Furniture shopping’s supposed to be fun, not an excuse to whine.”

  “I wasn’t whining. I just don’t understand the point of it when you have an entire house full of the stuff back in California.”

  Brac looked at Jessup like he had two heads. “You can’t put Malibu beach furniture in a log cabin. Are you nuts?”

  “Evidently,” Jessup drawled. “Gotta use the restroom. If Moby comes by order me another beer, please.”

  “Will do.”

  Jessup stood and made his way out of the bar. It was Friday night and the place was hopping with a charity pool tournament. Stepping up to the urinal, Jessup unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. As the stream started to flow, he noticed Luke Hatcher, an EMT at the fire station, staring at him. “Problem?”

  Luke was wearing a thin white muscle shirt and his tattoos were on full display, drawing Jessup’s attention away from his face. “You heard from Priest?” the medic finally asked.

  Jessup shook off and stuffed his cock back into his jeans. “How do you know Priest?”

  “Met him the night of the dance. We were in the middle of an award-winning fuck when you called,” Luke added. By the wicked grin, Luke knew exactly how much he’d thrown Jessup with the announcement. “Anyway, he said he’d call, but I haven’t heard from him.”

  “Don’t hold your breath. Priest lives life by his own watch, and he doesn’t usually do repeat performances.” Jessup hated to be the one to tell Luke, but the guy had a right to know that Priest wasn’t the sort of man to be counted on.

  “No biggie. I’m not into candy and flowers. Just thought it’d be nice to feel that meat of his again.” Luke walked out of the restroom without another word.

  Jessup washed his hands before rejoining Brac at the table. “I think I know how Priest knew your name.”

  “How?”

  Jessup nodded towards the pool area. “Luke said Priest was in town the night of the shooting. He must’ve been watching us.”

  “Why would he do that?”

  “No idea, but if that’s the case, why’d it take him two days to get to the hospital?” Jessup pulled out his cell phone and called the familiar number. “Hi, Alice. Bob Goldsmith again. Would you please call me at your earliest convenience?” He hung up the phone and set it on the table next to his beer.

  “Is all that cloak and dagger stuff really necessary?” Brac asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “So how does this Alice woman know you want Priest to call and not her?”

  “Because if I wanted to talk to Alice I’d leave my name as Jim Paul.”

  “That is so twisted,” Brac said, taking the plate of food from Moby. “Thanks.”

  Moby placed Jessup’s steak in front of him. “Let me know if you need anything.”

  “Will do.” Jessup took another drink of his beer. Despite what Brac said, Jessup knew the man loved the cloak and dagger stuff. Jessup had caught Brac reading a lot of mystery/suspense scripts lately and wouldn’t be surprised if his boyfriend started auditioning for movie roles.

  Although Jessup hated the thought of Brac leaving to shoot a movie, it went hand in hand with loving an actor. At least Brac had given up his California lifestyle to concentrate on the home they were having built. It wasn’t officially within the Cattle Valley city limits, but Brac had managed to use his wealth and charm to buy a hundred acres from a neighbouring land owner. Why they’d had to spend the entire afternoon in Sheridan picking out furniture when the damn house was still months away from completion floored him.

  “I’d like to find a few antique pieces to sprinkle around the house,” Brac said out of the blue.

  “Sprinkle? Did you seriously just say that?” Jessup chuckled.

  “Fuck you,” Brac replied around a mouthful of food.

  * * * *

  Off duty, Jessup drove towards home after his shift. It had been a long three weeks since Brac had left for Toronto to film a movie, but his partner was finally due home any minute.

  Jessup had just rolled to a stop at the intersection outside of town when a bright red Crossfire going at least seventy sped by right in front of him. With a shake of his head, Jessup dug the magnetic cherry top out from under the seat and stuck it to the roof of his truck.

  Pulling away from the stop sign, Jessup floored it in an effort to catch up to the speeding vehicle. With the red beacon flashing, he’d had to travel close to a hundred miles an hour before pulling up behind the sports car. Jessup honked his horn and waited for the car to slow down and move to the side of the road.

  The driver’s hand went up as he slowed the vehicle to within the speed limit. Jessup honked his horn again, signalling for the driver to pull over.

  Instead the driver pointed in front of him and continued on his way down the road. The car made a right-hand turn into a long driveway and drove for another mile before slowing to a stop. Jessup turned off the flashing light and stepped out of the truck. Before approaching the car, he removed his weapon belt and set it on the seat of the truck.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jessup asked, coming up on the driver’s side door.

  Brac held up his hands in a sign of surrender. “I’m sorry, deputy. I’m just returning from a long absence, and I have this new lube I’m dying to try.” Brac lowered one of his hands and lifted a small pharmacy sack. “See?”

  “I’m gonna have to ask you to get out of the car.” Jessup stepped back and waited for Brac to climb out of the low-slung vehicle. Although the game was one of Brac’s favourites to play, Jessup needed to teach his man something about the dangers of speeding.

  Instead of facing Jessup, Brac turned and put his hands on the hood of the car, legs spread. “You’re not going to frisk me, are you?”

  Jessup gave Brac’s ass a heavy-handed smack before he pressed himself against the man he loved. “We both know that road isn’t meant for speed. You could’ve killed yourself.” He finished the sentence with a bite to Brac’s neck.

  Brac pressed his ass against the erection trapped behind Jessup’s jeans. “I didn’t speed the entire way. I saw your truck pulling up to that stop sign and decided to have some fun.”

  Jessup moved his hands to run down the front of Brac’s body, taking the time to appreciate the body sculpting Brac had worked hard on for his role. “There are safer ways to have fun.”

  Although there wasn’t much heat in his voice, Jessup was damn serious. He’d seen first-hand what could happen when people got careless behind the wheel. Jessup pulled the front of Brac’s T-shirt up, needing to feel the warmth of skin. While one of Jessup’s hands roamed Brac’s chest, the other went to the thick package hidden beneath his jeans. “You’re not trying to hide drugs in here, are you?” he asked, getting back to the game.

  “You’re not planning to get rough with me are you, deputy?”

  “That depends on how cooperative you are.” Jessup lowered Brac’s zipper and pushed his jeans down as far as he could reach without breaking body contact. “You know good boys wear underwear,” he commented when Brac’s cock sprang free.

  “Lucky for you, no one’s ever accused me of being a good boy.” Brac pushed back against Jessup.

  Jessup gave Brac’s cock a couple of strokes before spitting in his hand. He lowered his fingers to the sweet ass he’d missed so much and found the bullseye that made all his fantasies come true. “You know some men think they can hide contraband by stuffing it up inside themselves.”

 
“Really? Well, you’re free to check, but I’m not about to confess.”

  Jessup reached into the car and retrieved the sack Brac had held up earlier. “Stay right where you are,” he ordered. He unzipped his jeans and pushed them down far enough to release his cock. Unlike Brac, Jessup liked the support underwear gave him, especially while on duty.

  Brac shuffled his feet backwards and moved to brace his hands on the door, thrusting his ass out further.

  Jessup groaned at the ass on display. “Feels like it’s been a while for you,” he said, pushing a finger inside Brac’s hole.

  “Three weeks and two days,” Brac answered.

  Jessup quickly worked his way up to two fingers. It had been too long and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. With his fingers still buried inside Brac’s ass, Jessup dripped the warming lube onto his cock.

  “Oh, damn,” he groaned, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock. “I don’t know if you’re smuggling anything in here, but I plan to do a very thorough cavity search.”

  Brac’s head dropped down. “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he said, breaking character.

  “Me too, you’ll never know how much.” Jessup held Brac’s hips as he began fucking the man he loved. As his thrusts grew more forceful, his grip on Brac’s hips increased. The last thing Jessup wanted was to ram Brac’s pretty face against the car.

  Brac bent his knees slightly, changing the angle of Jessup’s thrusts. “Yeah. Oh, fuckin’ A, right there.”

  Jessup slammed in again and again until he heard Brac’s breath hitch, signalling his lover’s climax. It didn’t take long for the squeeze of Brac’s ass to set Jessup off. He unloaded three weeks’ worth of sexual frustration deep inside Brac. It wasn’t that he begrudged Brac his career, but phone sex wasn’t nearly as good as the real thing.

  “Three weeks is too long,” Jessup mumbled against Brac’s back. He eventually pulled out and took a step back, allowing Brac room to pull up his jeans.

  Brac settled his jeans low on his hips but didn’t bother to zip them. He pulled Jessup into his arms and gave the deputy the first kiss he’d received in three weeks. Jessup dove into the kiss with gusto, going as far as to lift Brac off the ground.

  With a contented sigh, Brac wrapped his legs around Jessup’s waist and hung on. It had taken a little doing, but Jessup had got over most of his issues with being held. Although being tied up, even in the course of play, would never happen, he and Brac had a fulfilling sex life.

  What surprised Jessup even more was how much he’d come to enjoy spending time with Brac outside of the bedroom. Until he’d settled into their new house, Jessup had never really known what a home was supposed to feel like. Even the outrageously expensive antiques Brac had sprinkled around the house had helped the new construction feel like it had always been there.

  Breaking the kiss, Brac stared into Jessup’s eyes. “Feels good to be home.”

  Jessup shook his head and brushed his nose against Brac’s. Even though the house was still physically the same with Brac gone, it didn’t feel as much like a home without his partner being there. “Yes it does,” he whispered.

  With Brac still in his arms, Jessup walked to the front porch of their sprawling Hollywood version of a log cabin. He was glad he’d taken the next few days off and laid in enough supplies to welcome his man home properly.

  Carol Lynne

  An avid reader for years, one day Carol Lynne decided to write her own brand of erotic romance. Carol juggles between being a full-time mother and a full-time writer. These days, you can usually find Carol either cleaning jelly out of the carpet or nestled in her favourite chair writing steamy love scenes.

  Email: carol@carol-lynne.net

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