Chicago PD Detective Michael Branham reluctantly calls in the federal marshals when he gets wind of a dangerous fugitive. Ken “Sully” Sullivan flies in as the Agent-in-Charge. After a futile car chase during a blizzard and a resulting car accident, the two men take shelter in an unused stable. Wounded and cold, Sully and Michael lower their defenses and admit their attraction to each other. Sully's comfortable with his bisexuality, whereas Michael has some self-admitted attraction to men but has never done anything about it. Months later, Michael has a family funeral in the DC area and arranges to meet Sully again. The heat still smolders between them. Then disaster hits Michael -- the kind only another cop can understand. Sully rearranges his life to support Michael, who is still uncertain about their new relationship. Can two men with high stress jobs from different cities find a way to meet each other in the middle?

Trust in the Fast Lane

He slicked up his fingers fully and penetrated me slowly with just one.


I groaned. Damn, I was wound up and I wanted more. “Deeper,” I begged.


He pushed in most of the length of his finger and grazed past my prostate. That sent shivers of pleasure through my body. He did it again.


“Just go ahead. Please.” I got to my hands and knees.


He was behind me. I glanced back to see him putting on the condom. Feeling him press inside me made me gasp. The stretch, the hint of burn and then slow pressure until I knew he was flush against me. “Gimme a sec,” I moaned, fighting for control. He was still. I drew a couple of breaths. “Move.”


His fingers dug into my hips, and I guessed he wasn’t doing much better than me at staving off the inevitable.


Chapter 14