Free Chasing Justice (Gay Detective Romance Novella) by Corynn Crawford Page B

not afraid to admit that I needed someone to talk to on occasion, either because of shit I’ve seen on the job, or because a guy left me—or I left him.”
    “Your life is almost the complete opposite of mine,” Luke said. “I’ve been with one woman since I was a eighteen.”
    “Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I’d met a girl when I was that age and had a bunch of kids.”
    “You’ve been with women?”
    “When I was a teenager, because that’s what was expected of me in a little town in California. You know—dating, the prom, Homecoming. I eventually came to the realization that I couldn’t lie to myself. I tried to, but by the time I was nineteen I knew. I always went back to men.”
    “Why? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”
    Eddie sighed, taking a moment to formulate his thought. “I love men, Luke. How they smell, their muscles, their strength, how they taste, how they fuck. I can’t explain it. It’s rough and primal when I’m with another guy, like the feel of a motorcycle between my legs. I want to lose control. I want someone to make me beg for more. It’s desperate and it’s passionate and it’s plain fucking lust , you know what I mean? I have to have it.”
    Luke wondered if he was feeling the same thing. Something about Eddie ignited a dormant spark somewhere deep inside him. He wanted to experience that fire again—the wild, untamed sense of losing himself with another person—something he hadn’t felt in years. He never expected it would be with another man, though.
    “Have you had many boyfriends?”
    “Checking up on me?”
    “Not at all. It’s just a little surreal that I find myself sitting on a couch with another man discussing the intimate details of my life.”
    “Blowjobs bring people together,” Eddie smirked.
    “It’s also because I’ve never done anything like this.”
    “Luke,” Eddie said, touching him on the cheek, “you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I told you that.”
    But in that moment Luke already knew he wanted every little bit Eddie was willing to give him. He wanted to feel the raw intensity of having sex with a man, tasting his cum, teasing his throbbing cock. He needed to touch Eddie, and feel him, and run his hands over his muscled, masculine body, and forget the soft curves of women.
    “I know. I want this. I want you.”
    “Oh, do you?” Eddie asked, smiling at him. “How much?”
    “I feel like I’m sixteen again. I’m nervous, and excited,” Luke admitted. “I’m also getting hard just thinking about it.”
    Eddie slid his hand down onto the front of Luke’s trousers. “Huh. You’re right.”
    Luke began to kiss Eddie’s neck, and moved over his jaw, and then found his mouth. Luke kissed him gently at first, but then Eddie opened his mouth to give him better access, and within moments they were kissing deeply, tongues clashing.
    “I can still taste myself on you,” Luke said, his voice low and husky.
    “Does your little Queens castle feature a shower large enough for two people?”
    “Just barely.”
    “That’s exactly the size I was hoping for,” Eddie said, getting up. He took Luke’s hand and pulled him to his feet. “Lead the way, Detective.”
    + + + + +
    Upstairs a short hall led to three bedrooms, with a bathroom across from two of them. The master had its own en suite , with a dual vanity and newly tiled enclosed glass shower.
    “Looks new,” Eddie commented. “Did you do this yourself?”
    “Can you tell one of the tiles is a little crooked beneath the showerhead?” Luke laughed. “Because yeah.”
    “No, not at all. It’s really nice. It’s bigger than I expected for this size house.”
    “We tore out part of the master closet to extend it enough to get the vanity in. Lots of work. I guess it’s worth it for resale.”
    “Sorry about that.”
    “It’ll be someone else’s problem now,” Luke said, turning on the shower. “We could use the money.”
    Eddie