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

I’m guilty of distracting him to postpone the confession, too.


Inside the condo, I pushed him back against the door about a half second after it shut. I leaned against him and nipped the side of his neck as I groped his crotch. “If we’ve only got until tomorrow morning…” I let the offer hang.


That smirk, oh that smirk made suggestions.


I think it was a dare. “I don’t swallow,” I said.


“I didn’t say I expected you to.”


“Not here then, in the kitchen, where there’s a sink.”


“Fine by me.” He took a slow amble toward the kitchen. Fuck if the look he gave me over his shoulder wasn’t ten times hotter than the one Melanie gave me earlier in the evening. He stood with his butt resting on the counter, feet apart, one hand on his belt buckle.


Chapter 17