Free Out to Protect by Amber Skyze

progress to more than the kiss? When Grant placed his hand over his groin and caressed, Parker nearly lost his mind.
    A moan escaped his lips, only to be swallowed by Grant. Parker’s cock throbbed, straining against the confines of his pants. If only he could reach the button and release his dick from the pain. His member needed to breathe. It longed for Grant’s mouth wrapped around it.
    Grant continued kissing Parker while rubbing his cock. Parker was a puddle of mush in Grant’s strong hands.
    Unable to stand it any longer, Parker broke the kiss.
    “Let’s go to my place,” they said in unison.
    They laughed.
    “You first,” Grant said.
    “We can’t go to your place. What if Ralph comes back looking for you?”
    Grant nodded.
    There was the issue with Ralph, but the way Parker’s cock felt, he didn’t care. They could talk it to death later, after he’d had his way with Grant.
    “So it’s settled; we’ll go to my place.” Parker couldn’t believe he was asking Grant back to his place. He hadn’t brought someone home in…well, ever. Fear of being exposed kept him from bringing a lover home. Now he was risking everything because of his raging libido. He hoped he didn’t live to regret it, but right now his hard-on reigned supreme, and they were going back to his apartment.
    “Works for me.” Grant settled in his side of the seat.
    Parker moved so he faced forward and clutched the wheel. His hands at ten and two, he moved his right hand to shift into gear. Once in drive he sped away from the curb. He considered using his lights but thought better. No use in drawing attention to them. He drove, silently cursing the red lights they encountered and any stop signs. Being an officer, he knew he could get away with running them, but again didn’t want to chance having the spotlight on them. After all, they weren’t doing what they were supposed to be—staking out Ralph.
    As they drove Parker wanted to question Grant about the man who’d been at his apartment. He wanted to know if the man was someone serious. He’d met a few cheaters in his time.
    The questions lingered on his tongue, but he couldn’t speak the words. He didn’t want Grant to tell him that he was taken. He wanted him to be free. Or did he? If Grant was taken, it’d be easier to accept this as a onetime deal.
    * * * *
    The drive felt like a lifetime by the time they reached Parker’s complex. Grant silently prayed he wasn’t making a huge mistake. He knew he had to fuck Parker and get the newbie out of his system. There hadn’t been another who made him feel this way since Martin. Martin the terrible. The one who broke his heart.
    Now here was Parker Sloane making Grant break all his rules. Never date anyone at work. Don’t get involved, and mostly don’t care about anyone. Caring always led to heartbreak. Too late. Grant cared about Parker.
    The complex was hidden off the street. If Grant had driven up the road, he’d never have noticed the entrance to the place.
    Not two words were spoken as they climbed the outside stairs to the second floor.
    Parker put the key in the door. The rattling of keys was the only sound in the eerily quiet night. He turned the lock and swung open the door. Parker stepped in and flipped the light switch.
    Fluorescent lights lit up the living room. Grant was taken aback by the cleanliness of the place. It didn’t look like anyone lived there. There wasn’t a speck of dust to be seen, and everything was orderly and obviously in its place.
    The deep brown cushions on the sofa didn’t have that sat-in look. The throw on the back of the couch appeared crisp and just out of the bag.
    Another thing Grant noticed was that there weren’t any pictures. No family members adorned the walls or end tables.
    “Nice place. Is it yours, or the model apartment?” He couldn’t help but ask. It really looked more like a display apartment than an actual rental.
    “It’s mine. I know it’s a little clean. I’m a