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that Jagger had to drop down next to the bed to hear him. “Who?”
    Declan murmured a response but his words were unintelligible.
    “Who did you have to keep safe, Declan?” Jagger asked. Nothing could have prepared Jagger for the one word that left Declan’s mouth on his next shallow exhale of breath.
    “Ren.”

 
     
    Chapter 2
     
    The familiar mix of shame and desire coursed through Declan as he opened the motel room door. It had been nearly a month since the last time he’d needed this and he’d spent the entire day wishing that need away. But no amount of arrest reports or suspect interrogations had taken the edge off and he’d already been dialing the familiar number before he’d even exited the station.
    His eyes instantly searched out the chair in the opposite corner of the room and he sighed in relief when his vision adjusted to the darkness and he was able to pick out the shadowy figure he’d been looking for. As the door closed, he engaged the deadbolt and then reached up to flip the security latch. The man didn’t speak or move as Declan removed his firearm and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed and there was no discernable reaction as he began to unbutton his shirt. It was exactly as it always was and the routine eased his nerves somewhat while his body hummed with excitement.
    Instead of letting his shirt fall to the ground, Declan draped it over the end of the bed. His fingers went to his pants and it took only seconds to work them free and drop them to his ankles. His underwear followed though it took some maneuvering since his cock was like a steel pipe. But he didn’t kick the pants free – he simply leaned over and placed his hands on the mattress and waited. It wasn’t long before the figure rose and slowly walked around the bed, his long fingers reaching for the button on his slacks. He’d already removed his jacket, though he’d left his shirt on – Declan couldn’t remember a time that he’d actually taken it off and the fact that he didn’t was irrelevant. His chest wasn’t what Declan needed.
    Once the man was out of his line of sight, Declan focused on the opposite wall. He hated the picture that hung there – he suspected it was supposed to be a painting of some perfect little seaside community with happy couples and families walking along the waterfront as boats bobbed in the calm waters of the harbor. The sunset was a sickening shade of rusty orange and washed out yellow and the blue sky couldn’t be bothered with even a single cloud. Completely ridiculous perfection.
    The sound of a zipper being dragged down had Declan’s dick growing thicker and the sound of foil tearing had him sinking his teeth into his lower lip. He shouldn’t have waited so long to make the call. He shouldn’t have hoped that he could find some other way to ease the ache in his gut.
    “How do you want it?”
    “Hard,” Declan said in the moment before a finger pressed between his cheeks and cool lube chilled his heated skin. “Fast,” he added though it wasn’t something he needed to say. His partner always knew that fast accompanied hard. He could count on one hand the few times he’d wanted it any differently.
    There was no warning as the man’s dick slipped between the globes of his ass and began breaching him. Declan bit back a hiss of discomfort as the crown sank into him and he bore down against the unyielding pressure. Pain went through him like a knife as the man shoved into the root but he gave Declan no time to adjust before pulling out and slamming in again. Declan forced his eyes open to search out the one part of the fucking painting he liked as his body tried to adjust to the ruthless invasion.
    There was barely enough natural light seeping through the crack in the curtains for Declan to make out the young man at the far edge of the painting. His expression was blurry but it didn’t matter because he did what he always did and imagined laughing blue eyes, a wide