Detective Brady Lindstrom deals in death, and not just because he's a homicide cop with the slaughter of a century to solve. Ten years ago, vampires murdered his lover. Ever since, he's looked over his shoulder, ready for vampires to strike again. Or maybe just the one he loved.<br><br>Exhausted and angry about the needless deaths he has to investigate, Brady worries the killers he's looking for aren't even human. Those fears are compounded by an unexpected visitor, the battered and nearly broken Cole Singer, the lover he'd long ago given up for dead.<br><br>When Cole offers to trade information on the killers in exchange for sanctuary, Brady realizes he doesn't have a choice. It isn't about justice. He simply can't turn his back on the face of the only man he's ever loved. Even if he's a vampire.

Bridge Over Troubled Water

He wasn’t sure how or when Brady lost his pants. He only knew the heat of his mouth, the hard press of shoulders bearing him into the mattress as Brady grasped his cock too. Together, they found a smooth tempo, pumping the other’s length from root to dripping tip. The smell of precome mingled with the musk of Brady’s skin. Both scents were like nothing Cole had ever experienced before. When he’d been human, they’d never been that sharp, that delicious.


He’d never admit it to Brady, but getting to savor all of this as a vampire would make this one of the most amazing nights of his life.


They rocked against each other, never letting go. When Brady slipped his thigh between Cole’s legs, the pressure against his balls was exquisite.


“Harder,” he whispered between kisses. He groaned when Brady complied. His grip tightened on Brady’s length, as if in trade, and almost immediately, Brady’s groan echoed his.


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