Sin City Uniform 02 - Copping an Attitude by Morticia Knight Read Free Book Online

wanted to slick Brett’s ass up nice and good so that he could plunge into the gripping heat, but he couldn’t stop. Their moans filled the room then turned to grunts as they forcefully humped one another.
    Parker held onto Brett—one arm wrapped around his head, forcing him to stay locked in the kiss—the other pressing into his hip. Brett had one leg wrapped around Parker’s waist and had both hands on his ass, squeezing and kneading the cheeks in time with his thrusts.
    With barely a warning, Parker’s nuts tightened, a spark shooting up his spine right as he released. He threw his head back, yelling. Brett joined him almost immediately with sharp cries and jerky movements, warmth soaking their underwear. Parker dropped to his elbows, panting, eyes closed as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm.
    “Mmm. So nice, Parker. God, I’ve really missed you.”
    Parker’s eyes flew open. As he gazed down at Brett he was startled to see a look of…
    No. Oh no. We’d agreed that we weren’t exclusive. We’d agreed…
    It had been at least six months since their last vague relationship conversation. In the meantime, they’d continued to see each other regularly and Parker had never once discouraged Brett. He’d said it was cool for Brett to stay at his place when he would come into town—even when Brett had already had a hotel suite provided for him by his company.
    Brett continued to stare into his eyes as he gently ran his fingers through Parker’s hair. He lifted his head slightly, offering his lips to Parker. Parker kissed Brett timidly, not deepening it, suddenly unsure as to how to proceed.
    Parker’s cell phone went off. He’d never been so thrilled to be interrupted in his entire life. Brett tightened his arms around him, opening his mouth to encourage Parker further. Parker tensed, pulling back. He noted the startled expression that Brett gave him.
    “Sorry, could be work.”
    Brett loosened his hold and Parker practically leaped off him. Without checking to see Brett’s response, he scurried to get his cell from where he’d left it on the dresser. He recognized the caller.
    “Beau, how’s it going?”
    Once in a while he got together with Homicide Detective Beau Williams to go on a run, but he couldn’t ever remember a time when Beau had contacted him at home during the evening.
    “Hi, Parker. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
    Parker resisted the urge to snort.
    If you only knew…
    “No, not at all. What’s up?”
    “I hate to bother you like this, but we’ve got a situation and are against some time constraints. I need to ask you about that kid that got away from you the other night. It’ll just take a minute.”
    Parker felt as if a large boulder had landed in his stomach—he’d had such a bad premonition about the kid’s predicament. Why would a homicide detective be asking about him?
    “S-sure. What do you need?”
    Had Beau been asking him about anything, anyone else Parker would have requested that he call him back in a few minutes instead of allowing drying cum to glue his shorts to his skin. But he had to know, couldn’t wait to find out what was going on.
    “Well, as you know, we briefly touched on the escalating violence in the sex industry at the station, but some of our informants have passed on newer information about something getting ready to go down sometime this week. Unfortunately, we don’t have an exact day or time. But we’re trying to get as many of the targeted sex workers off the street as possible until we can defuse the situation, make some arrests.”
    A wave of nausea passed over Parker. “What does this have to do with the kid that got away from me the other night?”
    “He matches the description of one of the known targets.”
    Parker sucked in a breath. “He…? Uh, I’m not sure what more I can tell you.”
    “Did he give you any indication as to who he works for or if he’s flying solo? Because maybe we have him confused with someone