STORY EXCERPT

They called Lt. Kace Oliver the silver fox. He’d gone salt and pepper in his mid-twenties. Now that he was nearing his late thirties, everyone thought he was a lot older than he was. And, as a Dom, he acted a lot older than most guys his age.

Kace looked down the street at the accident scene of one of their own. Lights flashed from emergency vehicles still on the scene. Kace took measurements and wrote his findings in his waterproof notebook. Water drizzled off his police issued hat, blocking out some of the weather.

As an accident reconstructionist, his job was to figure out what the hell happened—considering the man who was in the accident wasn’t saying much and refusing to go to the hospital.

Kace glanced over his shoulder at the way Maksim was leaning against the back of his car. He was even refusing to have a seat.

Detective Maksim Strong had been on his way to a training seminar when his official vehicle went off the road. At first glance, it looked like a simple accident. It was raining—conditions were right if one was not going the speed limit.

Kace walked down the road, seeing a second set of tire marks on the muddy shoulder. A chill raced over his skin. This was no accident. Maksim had been run off the road deliberately. Maksim had been lucky that he hadn’t struck any oncoming cars. That spoke highly of his training in tactical driving.

Kace’s boots slipped on the muddy embankment as he headed toward the wrecked car and the officer leaning inside of it.

“Did you find his cell phone in his unmarked?” Kace asked.

“Yeah. Here it is. It was tucked away in the middle console like Strong said. He wasn’t using it at the time of the accident.”

“I’ll have IT confirm it with the phone company.”

There was something about this situation that bothered the hell out of Kace. Those tire marks sending him off the road was telling. As Kace walked the road, he snapped photos of the tread markings in the mud. At first glance, he knew right away they were from a truck or SUV. No car would have something this small on its wheels.

As the rain turned to a fine mist, a tow truck got there, flipping over the unmarked. When it was righted, Kace popped the trunk, removing the duffle bags and firearms from the trunk. Kace slung them over his shoulder as he went back to his car. Strong was still standing next to his car, looking shaken up.

Strong met him, offering to take one of the shotguns in his hand. Those impact cuts on his face and hands needed to be cleaned up.

Kace needed to get Strong talking. A growing sense of urgency was driving him forward. As a Dom, he always had excellent protective instincts. There was something about this situation that put him on high alert.

Everything Kace knew about Maksim he had heard in passing. He’d never met the man before—not even in passing. Oh, he’d heard the name and about all the great accomplishments he had. He was known for closing cases fast due to his ability to profile. He was recruited by the FBI but chose not to go.

He looked over Maksim. Even after flipping a car, and getting wet from the rain, he was beautiful...and younger than he was with jet black hair. As Kace stared at Strong's noble nose nicked with impact lacerations, he found himself moving toward Strong as though a powerful undertow was pulling them together. He just hoped that this riptide wouldn’t drown both of them.

As a Dom, he always had control of every situation in his life. This felt so surreal. He never investigated an accident of one of their own. He probably should have called in state police to handle it, but it was done.

With Strong at his side, Kace popped the trunk of his unmarked. He secured the firearms and Strong’s bags into the back. He shut the trunk.

Kace came in close, hoping to block out some of the wind and rain with his body. “You really should go to the hospital.”

“I’m not interested.”

Kace sighed heavily. “I need you to tell me what happened for the report. Have a seat. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Kace opened the passenger side door to his unmarked, waiting until Strong sat down inside. As he pushed away from the car, Kace saw the unmistakable grimace that came from someone in pain. He was going to get to the bottom of things when he drove him home later.

As the car was pulled up onto the tow truck, Kace went to talk to the driver. “Take it to District Two’s impound lot on 7^th.”

“Sure thing.”

When the scene was cleared and the car was towed away to impound, Kace got into his car, taking off his hat as he did. He ran a hand through his damp hair as he glanced over at Strong.

Kace started writing up his report on his silver clipboard. “What happened?”

“I was head east on US-50 when a car ran me off the road by slamming into my bumper.”

Long pause. “Did you get a good look at it?”

“No. And they didn’t stop.”

“I need your license.” Their fingers brushed as Kace took the card. He looked at his name. Maksim Raiden Strong. Kace glanced over at Strong. “You go by Max?”

Their eyes locked. Within the dome lighting of the car, Kace saw his blue eyes cloud with what looked like regret. “Some of the guys on the force call me Max as a joke.”

“Why is that?”

“I don’t stop until I’ve gotten my suspect.”

For some reason, Kace felt like he had to know. “What do you prefer to go by?”

“Just call me Strong. We don’t need to make this thing personal, Lieutenant.”

“I just need you to sign here, Detective.” As he watched him sign, Kace said, “You know I am your training mentor for SWAT. Things tend to get personal.”

“I get it.”

As Strong took the pen with his left hand, he signed his name in a scribble. Kace stared at his signature for a moment, burning the memory of it into his mind. He shuffled his report away, setting it aside.

“Where am I taking you, home or to the hospital?”

Those blue eyes locked onto Kace. “Home. Covington. Twenty-One Maple Street.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“How about I get you a glass of wine or something and you can come relax with me?”

“That sounds like a nice idea. I could use something to drink to take my mind off things.”

Kace went to the kitchen. He came back with two glasses of wine. He handed one to Max before tapping his glass. Their eyes locked as they brought the glasses up.

Maksim loved the sweet taste of the wine moving down his throat. It made him think of drinking his Dom’s spunk. Kace’s eyes were getting heavy with interest. Maksim moved his gaze over his Dom as he thought about going down on his knees and sucking off his Dom.

He wanted so badly to drop down to his knees that he felt himself silently begging and asking for permission. “Please, may I suck you, Daddy?”

A low growl sounded from his Dom’s mouth as his knee started to wobble and they slowly sank to the carpet. “Yes, sub.”

Maksim inhaled the sweet scent of his dick growing harder and harder beneath pajama pants. His Dom ran his fingers through his hair, taking control. He opened his mouth and slipped his tongue through the slit of those pajama pants and inhaled deeply, licking and sucking when he realized that his Dom was not wearing any boxers beneath.

Maksim groaned. “You taste so good. I’m so hungry for you, Daddy. Oh, please may I suck you?”

“Is it what you need, sub?”

“Yes. It is. I’m so fucking horny. I need you so much. Please let me have your cock, Sir.”

His Dom threaded his fingers tightly into his hair, tilting back his throat as Maksim muscled out his dick. With the tip of his dick out, Kace smacked his lips with his dick. A moan escaped Maksim’s mouth as he opened wide, sticking out his tongue.

The tip of his cockhead slipped across his tongue, but he quickly pulled it out. Maksim groaned, chasing after that dick, but didn’t get far before his Dom tightened his fingers into his hair stopping him.

Another moan of desperation escaped Maksim's parted lips. Kace rubbed his dick between his parted lips as he waited patiently for his Dom to bring that cock back to his mouth. He wasn’t disappointed when a few seconds later that big fat dick skipped across his tongue a second time.

Maksim moaned, latching on and sucking hard. He inhaled deeply, loving the taste of him smoothing across his tongue. He inhaled sharply as he started to move up and down over that cock, loving the feel of it striking the back of his throat as he sucked possessively.

Maksim slid his hands up around his Dom, holding onto his legs for balance as he moved his mouth up and down. It felt so good to be given control over his Dom’s cock. He loved the feel of it moving over his tongue and deep into his mouth.

Heavy between his legs, his dick was weeping and ready. Without warning, Kace pulled his dick slowly out of his mouth, running his hands up the front of his neck as he did, giving him a slight squeeze.

“We need to talk about the rules.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll obey all of them as long as I get to have you in the end.”

“This is where you’re wrong, sub. This is all about you. I’ll be the one having and cherishing you in the end not the other way around.”

A groan of pleasure raced beneath his skin. No man had ever said this to him before. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to be your daddy Dom.”

“Oh fuck. Just please take me Daddy. I’ll do anything and be anything you want me to be as long as I can have you.”

“You’re so desperate, sub.”

He knew he was but he didn’t care. He was going to lay bare his soul for his Dom as long as he got to have him. He would do everything in his power so that they could be together. He wanted to prove to him that he was worthy of his affection and his touch.

“The first rule is this isn’t a relationship. I won’t love you. This is only a Dom, sub relationship. Understand, sub?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His Dom’s cock was still in his face. Even though his Dom was holding it back, he had to be ready for when he offered it to him again. When he came in closer, Maksim placed wet kisses on his balls as he looked up at his Dom, waiting for his permission to suck again.

“The second rule is you and I won’t be doing anything at work. I won’t break the rules so that it jeopardizes our careers either.”

“I understand, Sir.”

“Good. What’s your safe word?”

“I prefer to touch when I mean to tap out. Is that okay, Daddy?”

“I would also like you to have a word just in case you need to code on me.”

“Okay, Sir.”

“How about stop?”

“That’s perfect.”

His mouth continued to nuzzle and suck on his balls, playing with them. He was still waiting for his Dom to give him permission to continue on.