Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“You made a difference. They still ask about you at the center. You got their present, right? They’d like you to come around again.”
Hugo looked down at his hands. “I should. I will. You made a difference too, Solomon.”
“We’re not talking about me.”
“We should be.” Hugo looked up in disbelief. “The way you acted at dinner. Have you honestly not been paying attention to what Chief Miller is doing?”
He’d been too busy with what Hugo called wallowing. But he was starting to get an idea. “I know they haven’t implemented a few things that were in the works. Rolled back some of the community programs in favor of focusing on other aspects of service.”
“That was so smooth you sound like you’re running for office,” Hugo snapped. “There are no more body cam requirements. Nearly all the outreach has been scrapped. My friends still on the force are thinking about following your lead and bailing, because the mood and tone has changed so dramatically in the last year.”
Solomon frowned. “It can’t be that bad. The mayor would step in if that were the case. You know how hands on he is.”
“The mayor is dealing with his own problems. Trust me, he doesn’t have that many hands.”
He pushed his hair back and got to his feet. “I can’t—can we not talk about this right now?”
“So we’re done sharing because you don’t like the topic?”
“Please, Hugo. For now?” He rolled his shoulder to ease the newly forming knots.
“I need to wash up, anyway.” Solomon eyed his cast grimly. “Damn it, I’m not going to make it four weeks.”
Hugo studied him from his perch on the bed before rolling off with an athletic grace Solomon had always admired.
There wasn’t a lot about the man he didn’t admire. Even the way he challenged him to face hard truths, no matter how much he wanted to avoid them.
“I can help with that arm.”
Hugo grabbed his duffel bag and started pulling things out. A clean shirt. A pair of handcuffs. A few plastic grocery bags and a roll of duct tape. “What the hell are those for?”
Warm brown eyes sparkled. “Don’t worry, I’m not that freaky, Younger. Choking hazards are not sexy. The bags and tape are for your cast. I didn’t want you getting it wet.”
That was thoughtful. What man took someone to a hotel for no strings sex and cared about something like that?
Don’t reach. He’s a nurse and he’s Hugo. He’d do it for anyone.
“What about the handcuffs?”
That dimpled, irrepressible smile came out to charm him. “On the other hand, I’m not completely freak free. I had a few daydreams about you, and these were included. But with your arm, it’s not exactly feasible. Yet.”
“Another fantasy? Like taking me on my desk?” His cock twitched and started to fill so fast he reached out behind him to put his hand on the wall for balance.
“You love it, don’t you? Living out all my dirty dreams. Who’s a freak now?” Hugo’s chuckle had a sensual thread that put him on high alert. “Speaking of, we’ve never properly addressed the masturbating elephant in the room.”
“Elephant?”
Bag and tape in hand, Hugo stalked toward him. His body was distracting. Exquisite. The more he touched and tasted, the more he wanted.
“We need to deal with your problem before it gets out of hand,” Hugo murmured, wrapping his cast with swift proficiency. “You jacked off thinking about me right before your shower attacked and broke your arm. You’re traumatized.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Who’s the medical professional?” Two fingers pinched his chin playfully. “It’s probably buried in your subconscious. Weeks from now, maybe months, it will surface and wreak havoc on your psyche. We don’t want you associating shower orgasms with broken limbs. What if you developed an unnatural fear of water? You’d never get to enjoy sex in a hot tub or under a waterfall. You’d never be invited to another family dinner.”
“Yours or mine?”
“Either,” he laughed. “The Waynes take hygiene seriously, and I hear the Finns are marrying well, so good habits are bound to catch on soon.”
“Ass.” He glanced down at Hugo’s blatant, mouth-watering erection. “So you think you know how to solve my problem?”
He let himself be led to the room’s walk-in shower, waiting while Hugo adjusted the temperature, his own rising with every second that passed.
“I know I do.”
Part of him couldn’t believe either of them was ready for another round. But this was Hugo. Solomon could be eighty, and he’d still be ready for him whenever he snapped his fingers.
“What happens now?”
Hugo used a bar of soap to lather his hands. “Now I take care of you, Solomon Finn. And we let the healing begin.”
He started to laugh but it turned into a gasp when Hugo laid his hands on his chest and began to thoroughly wash his body. “That feels nice.”