“Thanks.”
“Yeah. So, take care.”
Chad had nothing else to say, his throat locked, so he just silently watched as Brett returned with reluctance toward the cop car, Brett’s muscular frame settling in behind the wheel. A screech of tires had him reversing direction and soon they were headed back toward the police station. Chad realized his heart was beating hard and not just because of the unexpected drama of the night. He still had deep feelings for Brett Ellers.
Chad had made mistakes.
Brett had, too, surely.
So why couldn’t they resolve their issues? Why couldn’t they give in to the obvious heat that still percolated between them? What Chad wouldn’t do to be in Brett’s thick, hairy arms right now, in his bed and being made wild love to. To feel the thickness of Brett’s c**k open him
