Matthew J. Metzger

Eli Bell is the only son of a police chief inspector and a forensic scientist. He's grown up wonky in a world that only deals with the straight and narrow -- and his new boyfriend isn't helping. Rob Hawkes is six feet of muscle, tattoos, and arrest warrants. A career criminal and a former guest of Her Majesty's Prison Service, he'd rather hit Eli's parents than sit down to dinner with them. One wrong move, and Rob could destroy Eli -- and his family -- without a second thought. But this isn't what it looks like. Rob's not in control here -- and Eli's the one to blame.

What It Looks Like

It was quick, dirty, and just what Eli needed; he shuddered through the orgasm with Rob sucking on him like he was dying of thirst. Eli groaned when that filthy mouth unlatched, licked a thick stripe up his belly and ribs, and large hands twisted him sideways onto the seats.


“Fuck me,” Eli demanded breathlessly, trying to kick his jeans off.


Rob seized his thighs and forced them still. His mouth was red and glistening, and he grinned breathlessly.


Eli tore open Rob’s jeans. His erection was heavy, his briefs damp with pre-cum, and Eli tore them down, too, before pulling on Rob’s hips.


Rob dropped like a stone onto Eli’s chest, forcing his cock into the small space Eli’s tangled jeans allowed between his thighs. The first thrust was stuttered, but the second powerful. Eli caught both arms around Rob’s neck and clung through the movements, squeezing his thighs around Rob’s dick and grinding down when the head grazed his arse.


Chapter 62