Undercover Lovers [Urban Affairs 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Gale Stanley Read Free Book Online

than ever, and he made a note to buy a new curtain. He stepped into the combo tub and shower and yanked the curtain closed behind him.
    Slade stood under a cold stream until his erection went down, and then he adjusted the water temperature until it was just the way he liked it—hot. The room might be small, but there was no shortage of hot water. Steam fogged the room, and Slade tried to relax under the pounding spray. It felt good and relieved some of his tension.
    He lathered soap over his chest, down his stomach, and lower. The soap had a subtle fragrance that reminded him of Jaxon. Must be a popular brand. Unfortunately the minty scent brought back all kinds of memories that aroused and excited him until his cock rose to half-mast.
    It wouldn’t be the first time he had to take care of his own needs. Taking his stiffening erection in hand, he gave it the attention it craved. The soap allowed his thickly veined shaft to slide smoothly in his fist, and he soon had it slapping against his stomach and weeping for more of the same.
    Fuck, he wanted more than his own hand getting him off. He’d never felt so hungry for another man. When he’d reached sexual maturity and realized he was gay, he bedded a series of men, one-night flings filled with wild emotionless sex. Just as well he never found anyone he really cared for, because when he entered law enforcement his number-one priority became work. Still was. So why did he want to see Jaxon again…and again…and again…It was only sex. Right? Maybe there was something to this heat business.
    Slade groaned as a flash of memory brought back an image of Jaxon between his knees, cheeks drawn as his talented mouth sucked Slade to completion. His testicles drew up, and he cupped them, moaning as he rolled the furred sac. “Fuck. That feels good. Harder, Jaxon. Suck me harder.”
    Now that was a first. He leaned back against the tiles. Muttering to an imaginary lover? What the hell? So what, he told himself, no one could hear him. His pretend Jaxon sucked him good, just the way he had last night. Slade could almost feel his cock hit the back of Jaxon’s throat as the man took him deeper. “That’s it, Jaxon. Swallow me.”
    His buttocks clenched as one hand found the crease of his ass and fingered the entrance. He ached to have Jaxon’s thick length buried inside him again, but for now he’d have to settle for pleasuring himself. His breath caught in his throat as he teased the puckered hole. Finally a slick finger pushed past the tight muscle. His ass clenched around it, begging for more, and a visual of a tall, dark wolf with amber eyes almost sent him over the edge.
    Flames raced up his spine, and he searched for that sweet spot deep inside himself that Jaxon had found so easily. His hand moved faster, and his knees went weak. Fuck! No longer able to hold off, Slade let go. A howl came up from the depths of his chest, and he came hard and fast. His cock exploded with the force of an erupting volcano, spurting hot blasts of cum against the tiles, and he shook under the warm water. The intense pleasure had rocked his body and his mind. He leaned back against the shower wall until breathing didn’t require every ounce of strength he had left.
    The evidence of his climax disappeared down the drain with the water. He’d come three times in the last two days, a record for him in the recent past, and he still wanted more, needed more. The water turned cold again, but he couldn’t bring himself to shut it off and get out. He continued to stroke his cock, unwilling to give up the ecstasy of his orgasm.
    He couldn’t stay in here forever. Finally, Slade shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. He snatched a towel hanging from a hook on the wall and dried off. Slinging the towel around his hips, he walked into the bedroom. How could he still be hard? He sprawled across the bed and wrapped his fingers around—
    The buzz of the cell phone jarred him back to reality,