Best Friends (2 page)

I don’t know why but all of a sudden I got worried again. I became really scared that what we were doing would fuck up our friendship. We’d been close all our lives, and the idea that this incident would screw that up had me breaking out in a cold sweat.

“Hey, Malc. This changes nothing, right?”

He looked up and his dark gaze softened. His smile was warm with little dimples deep in his cheeks. “Nah. I told you, you’re my best bud. Always will be.” He no sooner finished speaking than he swallowed the head of my cock.

I arched my back as a gasp broke from my lips. “Shit.” My fingers rested lightly in his silky hair as he sucked me deep into his throat. Pleasure shot through my body, tingling along my spine. Holy crap, how gay was that? I’d never tingled in my life. But Malcolm’s tight lips on my dick had my entire body jangling like the tooth fairy was banging her wand on my head.

He whimpered and made noises as if he’d never enjoyed having something in his mouth so much. It was a turn on, and while I felt obligated as a straight man to think of a girl at this moment, I couldn’t get the hard, muscled image of my best friend out of my head. I was shocked when the idea of fucking him sprang to mind. Would it be like fucking a girl? My dick jerked just thinking about sinking into his ass. Holy fuck. If he spread his legs right now and asked for it, I would fuck him. I wanted to make him beg for it. I wanted to watch him come as I thrust into his hole like a jackhammer.

Awwww, fuck
.

My orgasm hit me so hard and so fast I didn’t even have time to warn Malcolm. But the image of him squirming under me with my dick buried in his body had me flailing over the edge. Malcolm was still sucking me hard when I let loose, and he grunted as cum filled his mouth, but instead of breaking off in disgust he pushed tighter and swallowed. Oh my God that was hot. I bucked my hips as my best friend swallowed every last drop of my release like he’d never relished anything so much as the taste of my cream.

Breathing hard, I lay like a rag doll as he licked and slurped at my cock. He hadn’t come yet, and while I felt a little guilty, I was still in a blurry daze of my climax. Once my dick was limp he left it and moved to lie beside me, on his side, facing me. I met his gaze and his eyes were still bright with need. He didn’t look weirded out by what had just happened at all.

“You taste delicious,” he said, a wide grin splitting his face.

My God. My best friend just swallowed my cum
.

I rubbed my eyes, a nudge of embarrassment creeping up my hot cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was that close.”

He made an impatient sound and leaned into me, covering my mouth with his. I could taste the bitterness of my release, and my gut twirled with the feel of his tongue dipping between my lips. He lifted his head. “I loved it.”

“Yeah?” I asked, feeling shy like a nerdy kid around the school jock. Our friendship had always been a kind of strange partnership. Malcolm had been popular in school with lots of friends, and all the teachers had loved him. Me, I’d been quiet and withdrawn. I’d often wondered if we’d even have been friends if we hadn’t lived next door to each other.

His cock was still fully erect and seeping against my thigh. I knew he needed release, but he was being so patient and sweet about asking. It made my chest swell with a familiar affection. “Let…let me suck you now.”

He hesitated, even though I could see the excitement flare in his gaze at my suggestion. He ran his rough hand over my abs, and I flinched because it tickled. He smiled tentatively and met my gaze. He had the longest lashes of any guy I’d ever known, and he watched me intently with his chocolate-brown eyes. “You sure?”

I nodded and sat up. “Lie down.”

Obliging with a little grunt, he hissed when I took him deep. I’d never had another man’s dick in my mouth. It was weird but oddly arousing to hold his hard flesh between my lips. I stroked his prickly balls, cupping their heavy weight in my palm as I deepened the suction. He smelled clean, musky, and all male. I felt out of my element but driven to please him. I thought about what I liked and tried to do that to him.

At some point it became different. It was no longer just about doing things right technically. I started to get into it more. Listening to his gasps of pleasure and whispers of encouragement when things felt really good for him sent me into a different zone. I wanted to give him the best BJ he’d ever had. Fuck all the girls in the past. He was mine tonight. What we did with each other would be our little secret.

“Oh God, Carrick,” he moaned, clutching handfuls of my hair and thrusting lightly. He never used my full name, so it took me by surprise for a second. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I froze at his words, uncertain if he was just saying shit or if he meant that.
He’d wanted this for so long?
I started sucking again so he wouldn’t notice anything was wrong. It was probably just dirty talk. After all, one would hope if you were going to let your buddy suck your dick, you wanted it, right? That was most likely all he meant.

I tried to shut my brain off and just
feel
. No easy task for me and my neurotic, rattled mind. I began to enjoy the sensation of his plump cock sliding in my mouth, down my throat. His moans became more frantic, and his thrusting intensified. He was close, and though I was scared, I wanted to taste him, just like he had me. Clamping down tight as I felt his dick jerk, a hot rush of fluid flooded my throat. I almost choked. There was so much and I hadn’t expected that. He tasted salty and bitter but it wasn’t unpleasant. He whimpered my name and bucked his hips through his climax, panting and squirming. Once his cock was limp I let go and wiped my mouth. Then I moved to lie on my back, trying to catch my breath as I stared at the ceiling.

I’ve wanted this for so long
.

I couldn’t seem to get that statement out of my brain. He’d never given any indication he wanted anything sexual with me before. Or any other guy for that matter. It was no doubt just sex talk, and yet the idea that he’d been lusting for me filled me with a strange, buzzing excitement.

“You okay?” he asked.

I turned my head and found him facing me, a line between his brows as if he was worried about something. “Don’t take my silence as a bad thing,” I said.

“Okay.” He nudged my elbow with his warm fingers. “This is our secret. I won’t tell a soul.”

I swallowed loudly, hoping he really meant what he was saying. Our buddies back at the precinct would
never
let us live this down. “We were horny and the girls in the bar didn’t want casual sex. We did what we had to do,” I said, then gave a weak laugh.

“Yeah.” His dimples appeared. “I’ve never met so many commitment hungry women in one place before.” He smoothed his hand over the silky duvet.

“I know. It’s a hotel bar. Who the hell looks for true love in a crummy hotel bar?”

He sighed, his warm breath washing across my cheek. “I think it’s our age.”

“What do you mean?”

He dropped his lashes, hiding his expression. “We’re almost twenty-four. Women in their mid-twenties are looking for something more stable maybe.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s not like I’m an expert.”

“Hmmm.” I was nowhere near ready to settle down. I knew I had issues with being close to people. My patrol partner, Cheyanne, and Malcolm were really the only two people I trusted in this world.

“Ever since Lucy and I split I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” he murmured.

“That’s a nice change.” I smirked.

He punched my arm. “Shut up.”

I stared at him in silence, a tiny smile on my lips.

“As I was saying, I’ve been wondering why I can’t seem to find anyone I want to be with other than for sex. Ya know?” He gnawed on his lower lip, actually looking worried.

“We’re still plenty young.”

“Yeah, I know. But it seems like I should at least be
thinking
about being serious with a girl.”

I understood exactly what he was saying since I was having the identical problem. It was weirder that he couldn’t find anyone. He had so much to offer someone, whereas I really didn’t. I was prickly and highly strung. I didn’t care for people a whole lot. Only the special ones that I handpicked to trust were allowed into my inner circle.

“You’ll find her.”

He glanced up, his expression hopeful. “You think so?”

“Sure. You’re a chick magnet.”

He grinned. “Yeah.” He didn’t even bother to argue. He knew it was true.

“I’ll probably die alone.” I didn’t say that for pity. I was serious. The odds of finding a girl who would be willing to put up with me, who I also found attractive, seemed pretty slim.

Malcolm’s mouth turned down. “You’ll always have me, C. I love ya, man. You know that, right?”

My chest tightened with emotion. He had a natural ability to be affectionate and warm. Me, I was like a bank vault with my feelings. Why he’d ever befriended me all those years ago I would never know. This moment would have been a perfect opportunity for me to tell him how much I loved him too. Maybe share what a great friend he’d always been. But instead I just said, “You’re an awfully clingy son of a bitch. I’m not sure why I keep you around.”

His smile was instant, and he had a knowing gleam in his eyes. “I know you love me. One of these days you’re going to say it to me.”

“We’ll see.” I rolled over in the bed, turning my back on him, and he chuckled softly.

Chapter Two

“So how was the fly fishing convention?” Cheyanne asked. She was driving and I was riding shot gun. A lot of the guys didn’t like the women officers driving, but Cheyanne was more than competent at everything she did. She was only five seven and slim as a willow, but she was tough as nails too. Many a perp had been fooled by her short blonde hair and delicate features, not realizing their mistake until she had them on the ground in a choke hold.

I fiddled with the radio, tuning dispatch in more clearly before answering. “It was good.”

“Did Malcolm pick anyone up?” She grinned, glancing over at me. It was no secret Malcolm had a way with the ladies.

The flood of heat that washed into my cheeks was disconcerting. What would she say if she knew what Malcolm and I had done together? Would she be horrified or embarrassed that I was her partner? Or would she high five me and be glad I’d finally had sex and ended the dry spell I was in?

“Let’s just say he made some women very happy.” Malcolm and I had agreed we’d say we had both picked up a couple of girls. Everyone expected it anyway, and maybe we liked the lie because it made us feel more normal.

“He’s a sexy beast.”

“Yes, he is.”
You have no idea
.

She perked up when she heard our unit mentioned over the radio. I gave the acknowledgment to dispatch and we headed toward our first call of the day. It was a domestic disturbance, which was one of my least favorites and statistically one of the more dangerous calls. When we arrived we found a big white guy with tattoos covering his entire body pacing back and forth in front of a ramshackle house with a brown lawn.

The second we got out of the car he started yelling. “What the fuck are you doing here? This ain’t none of your business.”

Cheyanne approached slowly, looking amazingly calm. “Sir, would you mind keeping your hands where we can see them?”

The guy’s glazed eyes focused on her and he frowned. “I ain’t done nothing wrong.”

“That’s probably true, but we have to come when someone calls us all the same.” I spoke up now, closing the distance between us. “Can you tell us what’s going on?”

About that time a skinny, redheaded woman came slamming out of the house, her face flushed and her eyes angry. “You need to take his worthless ass the hell out of here. I have a gun and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“Oh really, bitch?” The guy lunged toward her, and Cheyanne moved quickly and kicked his feet out from under him before he knew what was happening. He went down like a rhinoceros with a loud grunt.

Cheyanne straddled him and yanked his arms behind his back, slapping cuffs on smoothly. “You need to calm down, sir, so we can have a nice friendly chat.”

I hid my grin, silently enjoying how efficiently she’d handled him. I moved to the woman who was staring at the guy warily. “Is he your husband?”

She snorted. “Biggest mistake I ever made getting married to that asshole.”

“You’re no walk in the park yourself,” he growled, spitting dirt out of his mouth.

I cleared my throat. “You said you have a gun, Mrs…?”

“Alma Lynne. Yes. But don’t worry, it’s registered.” She turned to address me. “I have a restraining order against him. But he gets high and thinks we need to talk. It usually goes downhill from there.” She scowled at the man lying in the dirt. “There’s nothing left to say, moron.”

“This house is half mine,” he screeched.

“You’ve never contributed one cent to the mortgage.”

Cheyanne helped the guy sit up, and the front of his shirt and face was covered with dust. “Community property, baby.”

“Are you divorced?” I asked the woman.

She nodded. “Since we don’t have kids, thank God, we are supposed to sell the place and split the money equally.”

I glanced at the hovel she was referring to, wondering who in their right mind would want to buy this shit hole.

Giving a hard laugh, she said, “Exactly. I can see by your expression you understand the problem. None of the realtors want to bother listing this place, and even if they did what would we even get for it? It would take more to fix it up than it will ever be worth.”

“It’s still half mine,” the man grumbled.

“All that means is you get half of nothing.” Alma shook her head in disgust.

“Frankly none of this even matters because you violated your restraining order, sir.” Cheyanne pulled him to his feet and moved toward the patrol car. “I would worry about that first if I were you.”

Alma gave a weary sigh and met my gaze. “I don’t care about the house. I just want him to stop coming by and scaring me like this.” Her lip trembled and that was the first sign I’d seen that she was at all emotional about the situation.