Free Officer Cain - Part One: Officer in Charge by D. J. Heart, Brett Horne Page A

games or hung out with his friends when they were off work. His two best friends from high school, Cain and Aiden, were both working for the local police department, but when they were all together they acted like they were back in high school.
    Ignoring the ping on my phone for the tenth time, resolving to just turn the thing off, I ran down to the kitchen for a drink and something to munch on. I pulled a carton of juice out of the refrigerator and a box of cookies out of the cupboard, looking forward to a nice snack as I finished up my homework. Satisfied with my haul I turned around to go back to my room.
    I stopped in my tracks, breath catching in my throat. Cain was standing in the doorway, watching me and blocking the way out of the room. I swallowed nervously.
    “Hey, Cain,” I said, clutching the big juice box awkwardly in my hand. Cain’s lip curled up in a smirk, and I couldn’t help the blush that crawled up my face.
    Cain was ridiculously hot. He had one of those faces where the cheekbones and jaw looked like they were sculpted from rock, and his body was sick . His shoulders, chest and arms were packed with muscle, tapering down to a trim waist, bubble butt and thick thighs. Cain knew exactly how hot he was, and any time I saw him strutting around town in his tight uniform I couldn’t turn my eyes away.
    The last time it happened I’d been walking home from school. I’d seen Cain standing by his motorcycle, watching the traffic, booted feet spread wide as he leaned on his bike. The hot cop’s biceps had strained the short sleeves of his tight uniform shirt, and his lower body had been squeezed into a tight pair of breeches that emphasized the thick muscle of his thighs. Wearing a helmet and tight leather gloves, Cain had looked like every wet dream I’d ever had come to life. It wasn’t until I saw him take off his sunglasses and smirk at me that I realized I’d been caught staring. I’d blushed and hurried on my way, feeling mortified.
    Which is why I didn’t know what to say as the man blocked my way out of the kitchen.
    “Hey Ethan,” Cain said, not moving. He lifted his beer to his mouth and took a swallow. “I haven’t talked to you in a while. How have you been?”
    I put the juice down on the counter, the condensed moisture on the carton making me lose my grip. “I’ve been good. You?”
    Cain smirked, not answering right away. He took a slow swallow of beer, flexing his bicep as he lifted the bottle to his mouth. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt, faded jeans and leather boots. The outfit wasn’t as hot as his uniform, but he still looked amazing.
    “I’ve been all right,” he said. I picked up the juice carton and made as though I was leaving the kitchen, but Cain didn’t move out of the way. I blushed, feeling awkward as I dithered in place in front of him.
    “You in a hurry, Ethan?” he asked me, crossing his legs at the ankles and getting more comfortable. If I wanted to pass now, I’d have to step over his booted feet.
    “Uhm…” I didn’t know what to say, “I’m just doing homework… up in my room.”
    “Just homework?” Cain asked me, raising an eyebrow. I’d never been able to move my eyebrows independently, and if I could, I doubt I would have made it look as sexy as Cain did.
    “Yeah,” I replied, confused. I wondered what he was smirking for, starting to get annoyed with myself for being so flustered.
    “Cause I’ve got this app, you see, that said there was a hot boy looking for sex just zero feet away,” Cain said, holding up his phone. I stared at the picture of myself, not quite able to wrap my mind around what was happening. Cain was gay? Of course he was, why else would he have Grindr?
    “Oh,” I said, shocked. Was Cain coming on to me? I was suddenly hyper aware of my cock, my pants getting unbearably tight.
    “So which is it, Ethan? Are you doing homework or are you trolling for cock?”
    The crude language didn’t surprise me. Cain had