Promises Part 2 (Bounty Hunters 2)

Cayson slapped his hand on his forehead. “I didn’t dump him.”

“I’m just ribbing you. Get used to it in this family.” Quick headed to his home, in Cayson’s tiny clown car. First thing he’d request was for his doctor to get an actual vehicle that he could fit in, and that wouldn’t crumple like a piece of paper in the slightest fender bender.

It was after five by the time they left the station. Cayson declined Quick’s offer to go to a restaurant and surprised him by asking for a basic club from Subway. God, he loved a low maintenance partner.

When they got to Quick’s place, they wasted little time putting Cayson’s things in a couple drawers. Quick was happy to make plenty of space in his bathroom and anywhere else, so Cayson would feel so welcome, he never wanted him to leave. With that thought in his head. Quick was starting on Cayson’s welcome right now.

After his shower, he put new linens on the bed while Cayson washed up. It was only dusk, but they were getting ready for a long night and hopefully morning, in bed. Quick had his weapons stashed and was waiting on top of the covers for his fiancé when he opened the bathroom door.

“I’m in love with your showerhead.” Cayson was drying his hair with a large, fluffy, royal blue towel.

“I thought you were just washing up, you showered this morning.”

“But the water felt so good, I wanted another.” Cayson smiled. Quick would never get bored of seeing it. Most couples probably said that in the beginning of most relationships, but he truly believed it. Cayson pulled on a pair of white Hanes boxers and crawled next to Quick, settling in to his side. A perfect fit.

He and Cayson laid there with the curtains open to Quick’s lavish backyard, watching the last of the daylight leave for its time of rest. Neither were asleep as Quick lazily rubbed soothing circles on Cayson’s back and his sweet doctor ran his hands through Quick’s long hair. There was no more talk of Joe’s uninvited imposition on their relationship or police reports, no talk at all. They didn’t feel the need to fill the calming moment with chatter. Quick was perfectly content lying there with his love in his arms, protected from the cold and bitter world.

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Quick slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the pitch darkness of his bedroom. He stretched like a lion – having no clue what time it was, and not caring – and popped the few kinks in his neck, then burrowed back into Cayson’s warmth. He wasn’t surprised they’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms. That was the way it was supposed to be. A real soulmate could sense his lover’s inner conflict and soothe him with something as simple as a touch or a look. Cayson had been upset when he left the police station, but Quick’s touch had put him right to rest.

He leaned over Cayson’s back and began to kiss down the side of his face, not stopping until he got to those ripe lips. He couldn’t believe he thought he’d never get to kiss Cayson again. If he never knew another thing, he knew he couldn’t live without Cayson.

Quick moaned and responded to Cayson when he blindly reached behind him and urged Quick’s hips to move. “Ohhhhh.”

Damn, the sounds his doctor made.

Quick tucked his hair behind his ear, leaning in further to deepen the kiss. He slowly eased Cayson to lie flat on his back. Propped against him, Quick had to know one or two things before they started.

“You sure you feel okay? Are you still resting? There’s no rush to do anything right now, ya know. We have all our lives to make love. I understand if you—”

“Rome. Be quiet and make love to me. Slow and deep,” Cayson moaned, inching his boxers down his pale legs.

Quick was up on one elbow, leaning against Cayson. He let his head fall back the second Cayson wrapped his slim fingers around Quick’s turgid length. “You like that.” Cayson breathed hotly against his throat.

“You know I do.” Quick held Cayson’s hip while he ground his erection into the warm cleft of his ass cheeks. God, his ass was so perfect, so delectable. Quick couldn’t help but worship it. He kneaded the soft, round mounds with the same intensity as his thrusting. “Cays, baby?”

“Hmmmm,” Cayson moaned long and deliciously, matching Quick and pushing his ass back just enough to excite him.

“I’m clean. I haven’t told you that yet. We have to have regular physicals for work. Mine was two months ago, but I wanted you to know, I’m negative for everything.” Quick fumbled on his wording, because he knew what he was needing from Cayson was a big deal. Especially for a doctor. Having intercourse without protection was morally and socially irresponsible. That just wasn’t Cayson.