Malicious Intent (Soulscape #5)

CH 17

"There we go." Dennis straightened the mattress on top of the box spring then wiped his damp brow. "Whew. Even with the sun gone down, it's still hot, huh?"

Zeke looked him up and down. "Uh-huh."

Dennis chuckled. "I meant the weather."

The young man stared at him with that sultry, mysterious way of his that never failed to warm the sheriff's loins. Dennis thought about his conversation with Frank earlier that day at Randall's house.

"While we have a moment alone," Dennis said, "can I ask you about something?"

"Ask anything, Sheriff."

Dennis cleared his throat and sat on the edge of the mattress. "Frank told me what you said, about it being good for him and me to spend time alone together. Why do you feel that way?"

Zeke came closer and straddled his legs, sitting in his lap. The "warmth" in Dennis' loins burst into a wildfire. His member hardened—swelling and stretching as Zeke subtly worked his small, firm rear on the sheriff's crotch.

"It's true." Zeke drove his fingers through Dennis' hair, dislodging his hat, causing it to tumble onto the bed. "I told you before... he can relax with you. And you relax with him."

"I relax with you, too." Dennis wrapped his arms around the young man and kissed his mouth. "I care about you very much. I hope you don't think that I'm only here for Frank. That isn't true."

The boy looked into his eyes without speaking, just staring at him with those black irises that made it impossible for Dennis to read him... though he felt that Zeke saw into his very soul. When he'd first met Zeke, he found his eyes a bit chilling—but no longer. Now, when the young man looked at him with such intensity, Dennis felt a part of something special... something all-consuming and mysterious and wonderful. As if, being "accepted" by Zeke was an honor within itself. Though neither Frank nor Zeke had said it aloud, Dennis had the impression that Zeke didn't bond with just anyone. Yet he'd immediately invited Dennis into their lives... into their relationship. And that made Dennis feel damn special.

"You know that, right?" Dennis pressed gently and caressed the boy's back. Zeke kissed his mouth, his face, his neck... pushing Dennis down on the bed. Dennis moaned, his hands slipping beneath the back of Zeke's shirt, fingertips playing over the boy's hot, slick skin. He swallowed hard, pulse fluttering, when Zeke sucked his earlobe and ground his stiff erection into Dennis' throbbing crotch. The sheriff whimpered, "As incredibly turned on as I am... I'm not sure now is the right time..."

The last thing he wanted was to tell Zeke to stop—but he didn't want to be right in the "act" if someone came looking for them.

Zeke pushed up on his arms and stared down into Dennis' face as he continued to gyrate his hips, his rhythm fluid and sensual, dulling the sheriff's senses to everything except getting off.

"Oh... my god..." Dennis panted softly, shakily, and squeezed the boy's flexing ass cheeks through his pants. He had "skills" that surpassed both Dennis and Frank. "Uuuhh..." Dennis gulped warm air into his lungs as fresh beads of sweat sprouted across his brow and his body overheated. "Zeke... baby... if you don't stop..."

Sinking to his elbows, Zeke brushed his lips across Dennis' mouth. "What?" His hot, slippery tongue slid into his lover's mouth, then he was drinking Dennis in with an intoxicating kiss. Zeke ran one hand down the sheriff's chest... stomach... unfastened his pants... delved deeper inside his briefs.

"Fuck..." Dennis gasped into the boy's mouth and clamped his eyes shut, breath shuddering, as Zeke squeezed and stroked him while sucking his tongue.