Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Rafferty

I had well and truly lost my fucking mind. This was a man who’d attacked me in court, but the way he fucking teased me, stretching his foreskin like that, playing with his pretty cock...by the time I’d walked out of the bathroom to retrieve the sewing supplies, I’d already decided.

As long as he was down, I was going to fuck him.

Because fuck this year. And fuck Christmas.

Or something.

Maybe I was a little drunker than I’d thought.

I was pretty sure fraternizing with him in this way would get my ass fired, and it said something important that I didn’t give one shit about my law enforcement career. I’d checked for Wi-Fi and cell service when I went for supplies and both were still down, so there was no one I could call or confess to.

During the trial, I never allowed myself to fully appreciate how sexy Jesse Travis was, but now, naked, pushing his ass out at me, it was a little harder to deny. I knelt behind him and spread his cheeks, then rumbled at the sight of his pink hole.

In for a penny, in for a pound .

I ran my tongue from his sack to the top of his ass crack, then back down again. The shouts and curses spilling from his lips made everything go hazy for me. Gripping the base of his cock, I used my free hand to again pull his ass cheek to the side.

Jesus, what a pretty fucking hole.

I made a direct attack on it, licking it, swirling my tongue around the bunched skin as this beautiful criminal shivered and moaned. Starting with gentle pokes, I increased the pressure until he let me inside, fucking him with my tongue while he banged on the windowsill and pushed his ass back against my face.

I squeezed his cock a little harder. A broken “ yes ” tumbled from his lips. I licked and speared him until he was practically sobbing, begging to come.

I stood and wrapped my arms around him, holding his trim body against mine.

“Do you want this cock inside of you?” I ground out, plucking his nipples.

“ Uhn , please. Yes, please.”

“Good answer,” I said, then reached over for the Dopp kit, still squeezing a nipple as, one-handed, I removed a small bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.

I released him long enough to free up a condom, roll it down my length, and slick myself up. I returned my hand to his body, this time to his throat, gently resting it there as I pressed my lube-slicked fingers into the crease of his ass, searching out his hole to prepare it for my pleasure.

“This okay?” I asked, flexing my hand around his neck.

“ God, yes .”

His gasping answer and obvious need stoked lust in the very root of my being, and I gave his throat a brief squeeze. Nothing to cut off the oxygen, just a tiny reminder of who the fuck was in charge. The answer to that was not me, of course. That honor belonged to libido, stress, and vodka.

“Good boy. ”

He shuddered under the praise, and I pressed two fingers into his hole. He bucked, first pulling away, then pushing back toward me as he whimpered. I fucked him carefully, firmly crooking my fingers just so, stroking that perfect spot inside of him.

“So close,” he choked out. I dropped my hand from his throat and squeezed around the base of his cock again while adding a third finger to his hole.

He cursed up to the moon and stars, bucking against me, greedy for it in a way that made me proud. He was so responsive and seemed to love every sensation I had to offer him. By the time I had him nice and open for me, he was whining with anticipation. I released him and spread his cheeks, admiring my work before nudging the head of my cock up against the slightly stretched opening.

“Please,” he begged, the desperate edge to his voice a stroke to my ego and my cock at the same time.

Slowly, I pushed inside. He moaned, and for a moment I zoomed out, as if I could see from the ceiling, looking at the way my body draped over his, the way I was dirty fucking him in the same bathroom where I’d learned to masturbate. I reasoned that he was no longer my problem, and that technically there wasn’t anywhere in a handbook that covered what we were doing tonight.

But I knew it was wrong.

And so did he.

And that made it hotter than anything else. On that thought, I bottomed out inside his perfect ass, soaking in his pleasured sounds. I wrapped one hand around his neck again, and with the other gripped his cock as I pistoned into him.

“Fucking hell, you’ve got a tight ass.”

“That’s your fault,” he said, rolling his hips back. “Haven’t had sex in over a year because of you.”

I laughed and sucked deep kisses up and down his neck as I stroked him in time with each thrust.

“Coming,” he choked out as I twisted his foreskin over the crown of his cock .

His inarticulate sounds and the insane squeeze of his body had me right there with him. He came on a ragged shout, his cum hitting the wall beneath the window. I groaned, spilling into him, my body a shock of pleasure and wrongness. Spurt after spurt, I came as though I’d been the one who hadn’t had sex in a year.

Given the problems in my marriage, that wasn’t too far off the mark.

All of it, the stress of the job, the divorce, the not knowing where I was going next in my life...It all disappeared. I came so hard that my knees weakened, and my hand landed on the windowsill outside of his as I held us both up.

It was silent, save for the heavy breathing that seemed to fill the small space, and I blinked back to reality far too quickly.

Before I could spiral, however, he reached back and patted my shoulder. “Maybe it was the forced celibacy speaking, but this was the best fuck I’ve ever had,” he said, his grin visible in the dark mirror of the window.

We stayed there for longer than seemed reasonable for our situation, but I couldn’t force myself to pull out of his body quite yet. Only when I softened enough that I had to grab the condom did I finally allow myself freedom from his heat. I tied off the condom and tossed it into the tiny trash can next to the toilet. Jesse leaned forward, resting his head on the windowsill, still breathing heavily.

“You all right?”

He chuckled. “You surprised me, Rafferty. You’re a hard ass, but...Would you shoot me if I said that you’re kind of a softy, too?”

“There wasn’t anything soft about what we just did,” I grumped, grabbing a wad of tissue to clean up the mess on the wall. I tossed the tissues in the bowl, then grimaced when I noticed he’d started to shiver again. “Shit. We need to get you some clothes.”

“Nope. Not a softy at all,” he teased.

I rolled my eyes at him, then stroked my beard. “You’re about the size of my grandfather, and we haven’t cleaned out his side of the closet yet. ”

“Not to be picky, or whatever, but can I ask about the kind of fashion sense your grandfather brought to the table?”

“Think Rat Pack meets mall walker.”

“I can work with that.”

I put my sweats back on, then grabbed the Dopp kit and gestured to the hallway. “Let’s go shopping in my grandfather’s closet, shall we?”

Jesse followed me into my grandparents’ room—my room, really—which had the same simple wood paneling as everywhere else. It was also the chilliest room in the house because we’d never gotten around to fixing the ductwork.

“By the way, what was that move you pulled on me in the courthouse?” he asked, shivering as I stepped to the closet.

I opened the bi-fold doors with a flourish. “Aikido with a hint of Mortal Kombat.”

“ Finish him ,” he cracked, grinning at the plethora of sharp cardigans, snazzy short-sleeve button-ups, and slacks with elastic waistbands. He shook his head as he flipped through the options. “God, it pisses me off how charming you are.”

I grabbed a pair of neatly hung plaid flannel pajama bottoms. “These okay?”

He nodded and I shook them out, then knelt in front of him.

Honestly, I’d prefer to keep him naked for the duration, but I couldn’t stand the thought of him being cold.

“You know...the car I was in flew off a bridge tonight,” he said, stepping into each leg hole. “I had to kick out a window to escape into a freezing lake and walked three miles in the snow. And I was still able to take it up the ass.”

“Yes, you were very brave,” I said sarcastically, running my nose along his spent length before pulling the bottoms up to his waist. “You want a tee or the matching top?”

“Neither. I don’t like wearing shirts to sleep.”

I stood to admire his body, and he glared up at me. “My point is that I was definitely not offering my ass on a platter after court that day. You nailed me with one punch, and I couldn’t take a deep breath for three months.”

I do feel bad about that.

“I apologize for the level of violence. You were too quick to be reasoned with, and there were too many people in the courtroom.” I palmed his rib cage, letting my thumb play along the ridges. “I broke your ribs with your own forward momentum because it was the most efficient way to secure the room.”

“You collapsed one of my lungs,” he groused, even as his eyes tracked the bulge in my sweatpants.

“I know. I’m sorry.” I held up my hands. “Tell you what: As soon as I can go again, I’ll give you a nice, slow apology fuck.”

He held his elbow as he tapped his chin with a finger. “I find that acceptable. Though...” He looked to the bed longingly. “I could use a little sleep.”

“I could use a lot of sleep,” I admitted.

“You willing to sleep with a criminal in your bed?”

“What makes you think I’m sharing my bed with you?” I asked, grinning.

“You would make me sleep on the couch? Near the kitchen with all the knives?”

I shook my head. “I hid the knives.”

I actually did do that, even if he thought I was joking.

“Still...” He pulled on my waistband to peek at the goods. “You’ll probably wanna keep a close watch on me,” he said with a devilish smile.

“You make a good point.”

His smile softened. “I promise not to kill you in your sleep. If I do get around to taking you out, you’ll be awake and you’ll be looking right at me.”

“That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me,” I said, bringing him in for a hug. “Let’s get into bed.”

Not sure why the hug was necessary .

I kissed his forehead, which netted a laugh, and we stepped to opposite sides of my grandparents’ double bed.

“Kind of a tight squeeze,” he said, shivering as he slipped under the covers.

“You’ve got goose bumps all up and down your arms,” I complained, sliding in next to him. “You should wear a shirt.”

He had turned to his side and now looked at me over his shoulder. “You’re not wearing a shirt.”

“I run hot.”

“Perfect,” he said, facing his side of the bed. “You can spoon me.”

When I hesitated, he looked back over his shoulder. “Dude, I’m freezing here.”

“You could just—” I cut myself off. “Never mind.”

I rolled onto my side and pulled his back to my front, appreciating the way his ass rested on my thighs.

“See? Nothing but a big softy,” he said, wiggling against me until he was content.

“Yeah, well, you can’t be both a criminal badass and the little spoon. You hafta pick one.”

“Easy,” he said through a yawn. “You can be my big spoon anytime, Detective.”

“Yeah, right.”

I slid my hand to his chest and puzzled at the level of comfort between me and the man I thought I’d put away for life. Seconds later, I was out.