Page 21 of Before They Were Lovers

Why’d you have to say all that shit?

Day believed alcohol gave a person the liquid courage to say the things they’d always wanted to.

Now, he knew. God wanted him, or at least hewishedhe could have him. Said he’d treat him good.

Damn.

He remembered when he’d first seen God training in the academy. Back then, Day had been full of hope, determination, and ambition, and he’d gotten his man.

But God had been a stone-solid blockade, guarded and silent.

And over time, he’d slowly let Day in, and they’d grown into two men who depended on each other…needed each other.

Except he’d fallen in love…or was it lust…maybe infatuation? He wasn’t sure, but all these years, he’d had to bury those feelings under layers of professionalism and restraint.

However, God’s restraint had faded tonight—afterseeing Day with another man. His usual tough-guy routine had been put on pause, and Day had seen him in the way he’d dreamed of.

Day had been holding it together, refusing to step over the line. But he’d been unable to stop himself from doing something he’d always wanted to do.

He’d woven his hands through God’s thick, dirty-blond hair that was just a bit longer than regulation. Perhaps when they were offered detective positions, he might try to convince God to keep growing it. He had a feeling he’d look sexy as fuck with long hair—thick, deep waves framing his ruggedly handsome face and a hint of scruff covering his jaw.

Day unbuckled his pants and let them fall to his knees. He wrapped his fist around his shaft and held it tight, not moving, breathing through the sensations.

Day thought of broad shoulders, thick pecs, and packed muscles stretched out on top of him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He gave himself a languid stroke from base to head, clenching his tongue to mute the groan rumbling in his chest.

I’ll treat you better than anyone ever has.

Day wanted to draw his pleasure out, but he couldn’t, not with the feeling of God’s mouth on his throat so fresh in his mind and his infatuation lying in his bed with his nose buried in his pillow.

You smell better than any man I’ve ever been around. If I could have you, Day…

Day went under his sweater, slid his palm up his chest, and rubbed his nipples until they were firm peaks. He pinched them hard enough to make him hiss.

His balls tightened, his stomach clenching as he sped up, pumping so fiercely at the sight of God shoving his hand down his underwear.

Day braced his hand against the wall over the toilet, his knees threatening to buckle.

If he had his dildo, it’d be deep in his ass while he thought of God nailing him from behind in a way that would make him feel it for days.

A hushed moan escaped before he could clamp his lips shut.

I’d call you Leo…yeah, Leo…you’re my Leo.

Day shot so hard it missed the inside of the toilet and hit the lid before it dribbled over his knuckles.

Shit.

He slumped against the wall for a long moment to catch his breath before he turned on the shower.

After he was clean, Day climbed into his bed beside God and allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to have him there every night. His weight and body heat lured him into a deep sleep.

In the morning, he’d probably have to jerk himself off again.

Day had gotten a glimpse of the kind of Cashel Godfrey he’d wanted and pined over for three years. That was going to have to be enough…

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