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Not since I’d fucked his brains out and he left my apartment almost wearing a goddamn disguise. Fuckin’ thirty-one-year-old closet case.
“He works the same way you make love, Michaels… alone,” Day said, winking at him.
“Jesus fuck, Duke. I thought you were ready.” Judge squeezed his eyes closed at the obscenely tight hold Duke’s ass had on his cock. He felt like a damn virgin.
“Why the fuck is he bringing a horse into our office?”
Judge kept his arms folded, glancing over at God’s partner. “You’re the only thing that needs a muzzle, Day. Godfrey, I see you’re still with this asshole. “And I see you’re still buying your clothes in The Matrix,” Day quipped back. “What’s with all the fucking leather, Morpheus? It’s Atlanta in fall for shit’s sake.”
“Hell no!” Everyone said at once, including Judge.
“It’ll be an adventure. You, Morpheus, and that noble steed.”
He chanced a look at Michaels and was shocked to see him slouched and confident riding with him. He had a dark pair of aviator shades on, staring out the window with one hand propped on the door. It was almost as if he didn’t know he was hot. And damnit if that wasn’t sexy in itself.
His own eyes fluttered when he got a good feel of what Michaels was packing in those sexy jeans. A cock just as thick and long as his own. Fuck. He needed to feel it. Shit.
No wonder that punk bastard was begging in that email. Goddamn. It’d been a long damn time since he’d enjoyed a thick cock up… No. Fuck no!
“Yeah. That’s important. It’s important to JJ too, even though he won’t admit it to himself. He doesn’t want to be alone. No one does. He’s not going to be easy to catch, Austin.”
Judge watched Michaels hold his dad’s hand like he was special. Saw him look him in his eyes and wish him well. It was probably safe to say that Michaels wouldn’t see his father alive again. Judge had a feeling Michaels knew it too, the way he quietly spoke his father’s disease into the air. Somehow Michaels had said goodbye to his father without making it sound hurtful or morbid and he appreciated it more than he could voice.
“Don’t push this one away, Son. He’s good for you. Strong and confident… just like you.”
“You don’t. Don’t give up, JJ. Austin is here. Here now, with you. I know if you touch his heart, there’s nothing he won’t do for you.”
Judge probably liked cute little hairless, submissive twinks, with their waxed, bleached pink assholes and their shaved balls. Ugh. Gross.
You little arrogant bastard. Mouth open and dark eyes hooded, Judge spiraled into an ecstasy he wasn’t used to. All he could do was hold on while he got his dick waxed by the most aggressive bottom he’d ever encountered.
It wasn’t his fault that Michaels had lost his shit and ridden that lead pipe like a starving whore.
Besides, while all the other guys were hugged up with their partners, I had to entertain myself somehow.” Michaels shrugged like it didn’t matter much. But honestly, he didn’t want Judge to see his hurt. To see that he longed for his own partner too. Someone that complimented him perfectly.
“Uhn huh. You want it… ask for it. Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Judge and I promise I’ll blow your mind,” Michaels said, so sensually.
A power top! My detective is a fuckin’ make your toes curl, pound your ass into wreckage power top!
Since I fell in love and was too stupid to notice before I threw it away.
“Why?” Day snapped. “Did you finally realize there’s not a better fish in the sea?”
“Did you suck the heart and soul out of my best friend for sport, or did you receive some kind of nourishment from it?”
“Tell me! What type of man sends someone’s friend back to them completely defective and broken?”
“You got forty-eight hours to bring our brother back. Back the way he was when you met him.”
“Good. Forty-eight hours to bring back my sniper.”
“You’re the tracker. Find him,”
How can you be friends with someone that treated you like shit?
“I know you’re mad. You have every right to be. I’d be too. But I swear, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was stupid and scared as shit, man.”
“Honey. I’ve never apologized to anyone. I’ve never begged for anything a day in my life.”
“But I’m here begging you for your forgiveness. Wanting another chance. Even if you say no right now, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll ask tomorrow and the next day and the next, until you tell me you want me, too.” Judge put one large hand on Michaels’ waist and applied just the right amount of pressure to make Michaels fall back into his embrace. “I love you Austin, and I’m not gonna stop begging until you tell me you love me too.”
“You leveled me, Judge. I… I couldn’t even function.”
“I love you too, Judge. I do.”
“You won’t know if he never wants to see you again, unless you ask. Apologize for your wrong… and simply ask.”
It looked like Michaels wanted the same thing. Someone to listen to his rants when he’d had a hard day at work, someone to hold while he watched a movie, someone to eat dinner with instead of an overcooked microwave meal alone in front of the TV.
“You’ll never have to beg me,” Judge promised, right before he engulfed all of that cock.
No barrier this time. This was his man, his partner, his lover.
“This ass is mine. Only I get it. I will take this ass any time I want it and any way I want it. And I want it right fuckin’ now.”
