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

Michael lowered himself a fraction, arm behind him, guiding me. He bit his lip and then drew a long, shaky breath before settling down lower. I petted his hip and thigh. He eased down another couple inches, not yet hilted. I stroked his cock and that seemed to be the turning point as he slowly bottomed out. His pupils were blown and his lips parted, breathing a little too fast. Oh God he was my wet dream in every sense of the idea, and the tight heat of his body around me made me glad he was motionless for a good minute or more.


I flexed my hips and he moaned. “You can move,” I said by way of encouragement.


“Uh, I need you to…” His words were broken by pants.


“Then we’re probably going to have to change positions, babe.” He weighed damn near as much as me.


Chapter 24