Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 128702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
God’s special Day, November 19, 2016
Day looked up in slight confusion before a broad, sweet smile slowly spread across his face. “Is this…?”
“Yeah. It’s our wedding day.” God took the band and slipped it on Day’s ring finger. “That’s nine weeks away… right after the trial. All we have to do is plan it, us plan it. Just me and you. Don’t need anyone’s outside influence. After the trial is wrapped up, we’ll be on down time at work… shouldn’t be too hard, huh? What d’ya say?” God pulled Day to his feet, wrapping him in his arms. He could see Day’s emotions riding him as he swayed them back and forth. He put his mouth against Day’s temple, kissing him while he whispered what he had in mind. “Maybe a ceremony here at the house, just our family, your brother standing beside you, mine by me. And of course, the guys. We have a few vittles, some beer and cake, and then… I’m whisking you away, to Cancun, or Aruba – somewhere where no one can reach us by earpiece.”
Day chuckled and sighed against his neck. “Sounds perfect.”
They’d decided to play hooky the rest of the day instead of going back to work after breakfast. Things had been so strained between them, they needed a day to themselves. “They can function without us for one day. What do you wanna do?”
“How about a movie?” Day shrugged, climbing back into God’s truck.
God smiled. “Is it too early? It’s like eleven thirty.”
“Shouldn’t be.” Day pulled out his phone and searched for show times. “Nice. There’s a Western I’ve been wanting to check out.”
God held Day close to him while they paid for their refreshments. He’d been so upset last night when Day hadn’t answered his calls, hadn’t come home. They’d never had this big a fight, where his lover had packed a bag. He admitted he was terrified. If Day left him, he’d be lost. Inside the dark theater, they realized there wasn’t a soul in there with them and the movie had already started.
“Wow, is there really no one else? That’s funny. Never been in an empty theater.”
Day laughed, climbing up to the top row. “It’s not even noon and it’s a work day. But I’m feeling this.”
God sat down beside Day and opened his bag of Twizzlers. “Yeah, me too. Let’s enjoy.”
“Oh, I plan to.” Day gave God a look that was as clear as ever. This was about to be the best movie he’d ever been to.
About forty-five minutes into the film, feeling confident that there’d be no late arrivals, Day lifted the armrest and leaned into God’s body, alternating between kissing and biting at his jaw. God let Day pop the button on his jeans, chuckling against Day’s soft hair while he worked his way down. “You’re seriously about to do this in here?”
“Damn straight. Raise up.”
God lifted his hips and pulled his jeans down enough to free his dick. He was already excited, his heart racing at the thought of two police officers getting busted for indecent exposure. That’d sit well with his captain. He could only hope that he could right himself before an employee came around with a flashlight.
“Fuck,” God hissed when his length was taken to the back of Day’s throat. Sucking hard and slow, Day came off with an audible pop.
“Baby, I’ve missed you,” Day murmured, nuzzling the thick hairs around the base. Inhaling him with long deep whiffs.
“I’ve missed you, too.”
“I was talking to your dick,” Day said breathily, going down again.
God leaned back with a wide smile. His sweetheart was back.
Steele
Steele tried not to hurry through their office doors, but Ruxs and Green moved slow as hell. He wanted to see Tech. Syn had radioed and told them to get in their time at the gun range since God and Day were out of the office today, and finally called them back in to interrogate a dealer that was picked up by a beat officer.
Steele sat there while the low-level dealer snitched on every contact he had, begging not to be sent to prison, that his dad was gonna kick his ass. Ruxs gritted his teeth as he took notes. The guy was nineteen, still in high school, trying to hang with the big boys. But still afraid of his father. Steele noticed that Green had a soft spot for the young ones. After they’d finished their questioning, Green stopped one of the city prosecutors in the hall to tell him how cooperative the kid had been and to go easy on him. Steele didn’t think the boy a hardened criminal either, but he needed to be taught a lesson. Either way, they had some good information about a few dealers recruiting school kids. Steele definitely wasn’t gonna go easy on them when they caught ’em.