Brian McCray can’t believe his bad luck in getting caught by the police for breaking into his own home—until he sees the cop in question. Now all he wants to do is catch the sexy protector of the peace and give him some piece…of ass.
Officer Joshua Severn has to admit that Brian is attention grabbing. Brian’s also going to rack up a lot of tickets if he doesn’t stop inventing reasons to see Josh. Then one night a kiss sparks something Josh wants to explore, unfortunately so does Internal Affairs when it’s caught on cruiser cam.
What began as a little play has turned into something loaded, and Officer Severn is more than prepared to fire his weapon.
Brian McCray shoved his shoulder against the front door of his duplex. Again? He’d locked himself out of the house, again? He thought back. He remembered locking the door handle with a quick, practiced twist when his friend Tyler had picked him up for the movie. Tyler had since driven off with no more than a wave from Brian. It had been as the car’s taillights turned the corner and Brian slipped his hand in his pocket, that he realized he didn’t have his key.
He’d have kicked himself, but he needed a steady foot on the ground and a lot more force to boot his own ass properly. He glanced at his watch. Eleven o’clock in the evening was too late to be knocking on old Mrs. Jackson’s door for the duplicate copy of his key.
Brian blew out a breath and ran a hand through his hair out of pure frustration. The outside security lights hadn’t come on. They wouldn’t either because Brian had been in too big a rush to flip the interior switch to activate the motion sensors.
He had been full of great decisions today. Another one facing him would be where to sleep if he didn’t find a way inside. Brian circled his half of the property, testing the windows. At the side of the house, he gingerly pushed his way between two box hedges, wincing when they scraped him. One branch dug deep, but Brian pressed on until he’d reached the windows. Whose brilliant idea had it been to plant these things with their tri-spikes on the end of each leaf? The association? They’d been there as long as he’d had the townhouse, five years. Damn the gardener who’d put them there.
The window didn’t budge. Brian stepped out of the bushes and walked to the back. He pressed his face to the sliding glass door, looking for a way in, as though the items inside were of use to him.
The soft shuffle of a shoe on grass startled him. Brian whipped around. A brilliant light shot him straight in the eyes.
“Sir, put your hands in the air and identify yourself,” a deep voice barked.
Brian hurried to obey. The light stung his eyes, and he squinted against the unrelenting onslaught of it. “Who are you?” Brian demanded.
“Officer Severn. Care to tell me who you are and why you’re trying to break in to this residence?”
Brian’s shoulders drooped with relief. “Oh, thank God! I locked myself out and I can’t get in.”
“Brian McCray. I live here.”
“May I see your driver’s license, please?”
“Sure.” Brian dropped his hands.
Officer Severn snapped at him to keep his hands in the air where they could remain in view. “Just tell me which pocket it’s in and I’ll get it for you.”
“Back left.” Brian held very still.
The officer drew closer. The light stayed on Brian’s face, blinding him to everything but the hint of broad shoulder and height. The man had four inches on him, easily. The stale scent of dry cleaning solution on his uniform, and fading Polo Black aftershave gave Brian a strange tightening sensation in his gut.
Officer Severn reached around him. Fingers fumbled at Brian’s ass cheek, dipped inside the back pocket and pulled out his wallet. The light made Brian’s eyes water, and the distinctive pre-sneeze tickle had seized the bridge of his nose. Fortunately Officer Severn retreated.
Brian inhaled sharply. His arm darted up to cover his nose and mouth as he sneezed in triplicate.
The cop didn’t flinch. “Bless you, Brian McCray of 5497 Chamblin Path.”
“Thanks,” Brian sniffled. “Officer Severn of Grand Rapids P.D.”
“Walker P.D.” he corrected, handing Brian back his wallet.
Officer Severn lowered his flashlight. Not that it did any good. Brian had been thoroughly blinded. He made out the officer’s reach for his shoulder radio attachment in silhouette. Officer Severn called in his status.
“Any chance you can help me break in to my own house?” Brian asked.
“You really ought to have a duplicate with a neighbor or a friend.”
“I do. She’s an eighty-four-year-old woman who goes to bed around seven every night. My option is waiting for her to get up at five or bust in.”
“Ola Jackson?” Officer Severn asked.
How did he know about Brian’s neighbor?
Officer Severn must have seen his confusion. “She called in the burglary. How about we go over there and put her mind at rest, get your key, and end this night on a high note?”
Brian’s shoulders drooped with relief. “That sounds like a great idea.”
The officer chuckled, motioning with a shadowed arm for Brian to lead the way. Brian walked passed him, inhaling the man’s scent before he realized what he was doing. He’d never thought of dry cleaning as an aphrodisiac, but it certainly gave him a chubby now.
Mrs. Jackson’s front stoop light flickered on. Feeling a little guilty for disturbing her, Brian nonetheless rapped on her door. Through the side panel of windows, he saw the interior lights come on. Mrs. Jackson pushed aside the gauzy window dressing and peered out at him. He was actually relieved to see the thin pressed lips and familiar scowl.
“Hi, Mrs. Jackson. It’s me, Brian.”
The door swung open. “I know who you are, boy. What are you doing on my doorstep in the middle of the night?”
The broad shoulders pushed passed him. Brian got an eyeful of navy blue uniform and the wisping tendrils of dark brown hair along his collar. This close, Brian couldn’t help but notice the perfect fit of the navy blue shirt that spanned his wide back.
“Mrs. Jackson, I’m officer Severn. I responded to your call about a burglar. Your neighbor locked himself out and was trying to get in.”
“Well, for heaven’s sake, Brian. Why didn’t you ring my bell and ask for the key?” she scolded.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” Brian defended.
“So you scare an old lady out of her beauty sleep? Come here so I can smack you.”
Severn stepped completely between them. Brian smiled at the protective gesture, as though Old Mrs. Jackson could actually inflict harm on him. “Can we just get the key, please ma’am?”
Mrs. Jackson harrumphed, looking up at him in a squint. It was the look Brian called the stink eye. She muttered something about mannerless young men and hobbled off, leaving the door ajar.
“Thanks,” Brian offered the blue back.
Officer Severn turned, looking down at him. “You’re welcome.”
His dark brown eyes warmed Brian like freshly brewed coffee. Brian intended to say something witty. Honest. But staring into those deep, bottomless eyes sucked every clever word right out of his vocabulary.
“Hi,” Brian breathed, stupidly.
Severn gave him an odd look. His gaze darted between Brian’s eyes. “Are you intoxicated, sir?”
“Possibly,” Brian speculated, if a man could get drunk from attraction.
“You didn’t drive tonight, did you sir?”
Brian blinked. “Uh, no. I don’t have keys remember?”
The officer nodded, gave him another searching look and reached toward Mrs. Jackson who’d miraculously reappeared with the key while Brian had been stunned by Officer Severn’s amazing good looks.
He handed the key to Brian. “Have a good night, sir.” Severn turned and walked purposefully toward his squad car parked across the street.
Brian’s gaze followed him. He didn’t know how, but he needed to see Officer Severn again. As schoolgirl crush as it sounded, the man’s presence left him breathless and tingly.
Mrs. Jackson’s door slammed. A second later, her stoop light went out. Brian lingered in the dark, watching Severn drive off until he was out of sight. Then, finally, Brian took a deep breath.
“Until next time, Officer,” he murmured into the darkness.