Page 70 of Kiss Me Honey Hone

Aaron slurped off, scrambling up to straddle him and stroked himself while Kenny got his breath back. Then Kenny rose again, taking Aaron’s cock in his hand, and kissed him while fisting him to his erratic end. They both collapsed back to the bed, with Aaron falling over to his side, panting and sweating.

“That’s one way to beat the alarm,” Kenny said just as his phone vibrated.

Aaron chuckled, but another loud, insistent noise disturbed the peace. Banging on Kenny’s front door.

“Stay here.” Kenny swung his legs off the bed to stand.

Aaron sat back, watching Kenny drag on a pair of loose pyjama bottoms, hair tousled, no top, and pad toward the door. When he left and footsteps bundled down the stairs, Aaron listened out. He didn’t know why, but he doubted this was an early package being delivered. He listened to muffled voices, but couldn’t make out any words. Then the front door shut. More muffled voices. Whoever it was, was now in the house with Kenny. Rushing up the stairs rattled the doors and Kenny returned to the bedroom, distress written all over his face, holding onto Aaron’s clothes.

“What?” Aaron asked, heart thumping.

“You better get dressed and come downstairs.” Kennyhanded him his jeans and hoodie then opened a drawer and pulled out a T-shirt, slipping it on before giving Aaron an unsettling look.

“Who the fuck is dead now?” Aaron tumbled out of the bed, half joking, half fucking serious.

Kenny just stared at him, so Aaron stepped into his gear. Once dressed, he smoothed out his hair and met Kenny by the bedroom door.

“No heads up?” Aaron said.

“All I ask is you don’t make this any worse than it’s about to be.”

Kenny opened the door and went first out of the room, down the stairs and led Aaron into the kitchen, where Detective Inspector Jack Bentley waited by the breakfast bar, chewing his thumbnail. One look at Aaron behind Kenny and his jaw dropped.

“Jesus, fucking,Christ.” Jack scrubbed a hand down his face.

“Not how I like to start my mornings, either, officer,” Aaron said, propping himself up against the American style fridge as Kenny perched at the other end of the kitchen, all three of them like the corners of a triangle.

“It’s Detective,” Jack spat back.

Aaron shrugged. “You say tomato.”

“Fuck’s sake!” Jack glared at Kenny. “This is your fucking alibi?Fuck.”

Kenny stood silent, eyes on Jack, a pillar of control. No rushing to Aaron’s defence, and that was fine because Aaron didn’t need defending against this bellend. Although, he suspected the silence spoke more to Jack than a denial, or an explanation, would.

“Alibi?” Aaron finally cottoned on. “Why does he need an alibi?”

Jack turned his glare on Aaron. “Because last night Carly Reynolds was killed.”

“Who the fuck is Carly Reynolds?”

“The editor of news at the Ryston fucking Gazette.Yourfucking boyfriend’s mentor.”

Aaron blinked. “First, Taylor’s not my boyfriend.”

“That is beside the point.”

“Aren’t you meant to gather the evidence?” Aaron cocked his head. “I know you have a real problem with facts, but I give you this one for free: Taylor is not my boyfriend.”

“I apologise. Fuck buddy, then.”

Aaron laughed. “Not that either. Please ensure accuracy in your notes because, seriously, that bloke needs no more ammunition to try for my arse.”

Jack inhaled, chest rising, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I honestly cannot believe I have to ask this, but where were you at around midnight last night?”

Aaron turned to Kenny, catching the sharp inhale giving him away before his subtle nod of permission. So Aaron answered, “Here.” He cocked his head at Bentley. “I could point out exactly where, but I’ll assume you already know where the bedroom is in this house?”

Jack didn’t rise to the bait. His silence was its own answer, but his glance toward Kenny set Aaron’s teeth on edge. And the way Kenny met Jack’s gaze, unflinching and steady, was a quiet declaration, a refusal to waver. Andfuck, that look alone had Aaron’s pulse pounding, heat stirring low in his gut. Because there was no denial. No jump to apologise. Or defend his actions. As if Kenny didn’t care that Jack would now know they’d slept together.

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