Chapter Eight

Rand walked into the bedroom of the condo with a tray of food—spinach salad broiled shrimp, au gratin potatoes, fresh croissants and caramel cheesecake for dessert. "All your favorites, Frank." He set the tray down on his lap. "Two more days and you’ll be back on your feet the doc says."

"I should have been back at work yesterday. Time is money, you know."

"He didn’t say you’d be back at work in two days. He said you’d be on your feet."

"I know when I’m well enough to return."

"Is that right?" Rand pulled a chair up to the bed and plopped into it. "So, tell me, how well are you?"

"Take this tray off my lap and I’ll show you."

Rand waggled his brows. "You sure?"

"Are you going to talk it to death or show me how happy you are I returned in one piece?"

After removing the tray, Rand crawled onto the bed and straddled his hips. Frank’s mind reeled and his body tensed with need. "You going to do me with your clothes on?"

"Uh-uh," he said. "I’m going to do you with your clothes on, handcuffs too." Rand produced them from behind his back, locked them on Frank’s hands and hooked them to the bed rail.

"A magician, huh?"

"Yep, and I’m going to make you soar like a white dove."

He slipped his trousers off, next his boxers, and slipped his shirt over his head. Sliding down his body, Rand wrapped his mouth around his cock and sucked. He ran his tongue along the bulging vein on the underside.

He paused for a moment and looked up at him. "Isn’t this what you love? My tongue licking you, my mouth sucking you, taking it all deep in my throat?

Frank moaned his pleasure, his pelvis digging into the mattress and then rising up as Rand went to work on his dick again.

Rand stopped again and caught his gaze. "I love your eyes. They remind me of a storm at sea. Hell, you remind me of a storm at sea, rough, wild and dangerous."

"Suck me, so it doesn’t hurt you going in." Frank closed his eyes, drowning in the indescribable sensations.

Already his cock leaked and Rand had barely started. God, he must be getting old. At one time, he could last all night, or had he become addicted to Rand and the wicked things he did to him? The kid—he always called him the kid although he’d long ago come of legal age—was like a drug he couldn’t get enough of, and one he might possibly die from one day. At the moment, Frank would gladly play the part of an addict.

His hips vaulted forward again, and an animalistic groan escaped under Rand’s tortuous assault. Rand took his cock harder and faster, urged on by the sounds falling from Frank’s gorgeous mouth. Christ, if he didn’t stop, soon he’d be begging for him to impale his ass on his dick. A sigh of relief claimed Frank when moments later, Rand shifted his body forward, used his knees for leverage and positioned his ass over his weeping shaft.

"This what you want, Frank?" he whispered against his damp chest, pushing his bottom down to take the head of his cock.

"They call little boys like you cock teasers. If my hands were free you wouldn’t be resting on my pole, you’d be taking it in deep and full."

"Like this?" His voice cracked with primal lust as he drove his ass down hard and fast, taking the full length of Frank inside him. Rand rested there for a few brief seconds and drew a deep breath.

Even to Frank, his own voice sounded pathetically fragile. "Unlock the cuffs."

Rand rocked against him; his neck arched back and his eyes closed.

"Where’s the damn key, kid?"

He fumbled around the sheets with his hand and passed it to him.

"It’s a good thing I learned years ago how to remove the cuffs myself." A click echoed in the quiet room. "Now, you asked me if I was ready for this." He pushed him off his body, onto his back and loomed over him with his hands near his shoulders. Rand’s eyes widened. "Keep your eyes open. I want to watch them while I fuck you."

More than ready, Rand brought his knees to his chest and cried out when he pushed in swift and deep. "Oh, God, yes."

Senseless with need for one another they moved in perfect rhythm; their bodies one. For the first time, their minds met on some distant plane as together they sated their mutual hunger.

Long minutes later, Frank collapsed on top of Rand with a throaty groan and pulled him close to his sweat-soaked body. "I’m glad you forced my hand, and proud of you for standing up for what you want in life."

"I learned it from the best of the best."

"Oh, yeah? Who’s that?"

"You, McGuire. You’re one badass private investigator, the best of the best, and you always will be in my eyes."

"Ditto," Frank said, and for the first time in forever, knew he’d finally come home.

~The End~

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Read the other books in the Crossroads Series

Crossroads, Book 1

Crossroads Revisited, Book 2

Crossroads Shadowland, Book 4

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Keta Diablo lives in the Midwest part of the United States on six acres of gorgeous woodland. When she isn't writing or gardening, she loves to commune with nature. A pair of barn owls returns to the property every year to birth their young and show them off in the high branches of the oak trees. Nothing more adorable than these white fluffy babies with heart-shaped faces. A lifelong animal lover, Keta devotes her time and support to the local animal shelter. Emma LaPounce, a rescued feline, has been her furry companion for the last ten years.

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