Blue Moon II ~ This is Reality by A.E. Via Read Free Book Online Page A

drinks. Talk. You know, have a normal night for a change, without a bunch of commotion and shit going on right outside the door while we make love.”
    Make love . That’s what he believed they did. The fifteen minute, hardcore fuck sessions they had in one of the makeshift rooms upstairs in their headquarters could hardly be considered lovemaking. And didn’t you have to be in love to do that?
    It was like Fox could read exactly what had just gone through Shot’s mind. He quickly turned his attention back to the television, but not before he saw the flash of hurt in Fox’s eyes. This is exactly what Shot was talking about… his baggage. He couldn’t do a relationship. He just wasn’t built that way. He’d never had one and he didn’t want one now that he was almost fifty.
    “Okay, fine.” Fox stood up fast and angrily started to unbutton his slacks. “You want to at least go upstairs to the bed or do you want me to throw you down right here on the cold floor? Or I can just bend you over the back of the couch and pull your pants down to your knees, we don’t even have to get naked, do we? It’s not like we’re making love or no shit like that.”
    Shot finally stood. He was frustrated and tired but he didn’t mean to turn the night into this. “Jason, I wasn’t saying –”
    “Shut-up.” Fox cut him off, walking past him and knocking Shot in the shoulder. “Let’s just do it. I’m sure you don’t have a lot of time to waste here with me.”
    Shot turned the corner and saw Fox was already halfway up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. Fuck . He doubted he could fix this. He did care about Special Agent Jason Fox, but most of that was respect. He wouldn’t lead the man on. Just because they fucked sometimes to unleash some tension and worked well together, that didn’t mean that they were in a relationship.
    Shot had a heavy feeling in his chest as he walked up the stairs. He moved past the couple of other rooms and stood at the door to Fox’s bedroom. His clothes were on the floor where he’d stepped out of them. There was one condom on the bed and a bottle of lube. He could hear Fox in the bathroom brushing his teeth. The water cut off and a few seconds later Fox appeared in the door wearing only his tight black briefs. Shot couldn’t help but stare. Jason Fox had the body of a model, regardless of his age. Years as a field law enforcement officer required him to stay in his best shape. His legs were long and toned. The way his cock pressed against the thin material of his briefs made Shot’s mouth water. His eyes traveled up those lean hips and over the six-pack abs that were deliciously covered in black silky hair. Hair that spanned out across Fox’s broad chest. But when Shot’s lust filled eyes landed on that gorgeous face, his breath hitched. Fox’s eyes were void of emotion. 
    Fox wore a mask. His face completely unreadable… or that's the way he tried to appear. But Shot could see the man didn’t like what he was doing. Downplaying their importance. Like what they had was nothing. The long, confidential talks about their lives on rooftops when they were on missions… was nothing. The smiles and looks they gave each other when they thought no one was looking. Nothing. Or the light touches under the conference tables when they were in meetings. The way Fox had his back, no matter what. How Fox could calm Shot down with a simple touch… meant shit.
    Ever since Fox had dropped everything to help Shot get his son back when he’d been kidnapped a year ago, before Fox even really knew Shot and his team, the man had been loyal and dedicated to the Beastmasters. Practically working two jobs, because he still had his regular duties with the FBI. Now Shot was standing there telling him all of that meant absolutely nothing. Damn, did Shot have a heart? He was beginning to wonder. Had he seen so much strife, war, and death, that now he couldn’t recognize love. 
    “Don’t fuckin’