Rack & Ruin (THIRDS 3)

Jesus. The guy was like a bad rash. He was going to have a serious talk with Taylor soon as he sobered up. This had to end before Sloane ended up planting one in Taylor’s face. Then Sloane would have to explain himself to his sergeant. He doubted Maddock would be happy with Sloane punching out a fellow Team Leader, even if it concerned Dex. “Fuck off, Taylor. Go back to humping the couch.”

“Only if I can have Dex with me while I do it.”

Dex grinned broadly at Taylor. “Yeah, all right.” Sloane eyed Dex, wondering what his partner was up to. Dex pointed to a cream-colored door past the kitchen. “But not the couch. Go wait for me in the laundry room.”

Taylor looked from Dex to the door and back. “Really?”

“Yeah, why not.”

“Okay.” Taylor sped off.

Dex turned his attention back to Sloane. “What the fuck is a Fancy Feast?”

Sloane cleared his throat, feeling somewhat embarrassed. “It’s a threesome. Two Felid Therians and a submissive Human in the middle.”

“Man, you Felid Therians are kinky,” Dex teased.

“No, Taylor’s kinky. I don’t like to share.” Sloane wrapped an arm around Dex and brought him hard up against him.

“Weren’t you just freakin’ out about getting close like a second ago?” Dex asked, subtly pressing his crotch against Sloane’s thigh.

Sloane craned his neck to the agent beside him practically dry-humping an equally enthusiastic female agent. “Hey, Gerry?”

The wolf Therian looked around before realizing where the voice was coming from. “Yeah?”

“What’s your mom’s name?” Sloane asked him.

“Uh….”

“It’s okay, don’t hurt yourself.”

“Okay.” Gerry went back to what he’d been doing.

Dex let his head fall back with a laugh, and Sloane had the fiercest urge to sink his teeth into that deliciously exposed skin. It was true, he had been freaking out and telling himself he’d made a big mistake, how he had to be careful. Then he’d thought of someone else’s hands on Dex, and he didn’t like it. At all.

“We need to find somewhere private.” Sloane felt a shiver go through his partner at the implication, and Dex’s gaze fell to Sloane’s lips. His voice was low and husky when he spoke.

“Your pupils are dilated.”

“Then you better do something about it,” Sloane warned, his hand slipping away from Dex before it ended up somewhere it shouldn’t. At least not in public.

Dex licked his lips. “Bathroom. Upstairs. Two minutes.”

Sloane released Dex and went to the bar where Bradley gave him a knowing look. The guy was too perceptive for his own good.

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything,” Bradley said holding a hand up.

“Just give me a shot of something.”

Bradley slid the shot glass over with a wicked grin. “If you’re going to go upstairs, I’d do it now while Ash is busy putting the fear in the lovebirds he caught making out on his kitchen counter.”

Sloane threw back his shot and gave Bradley a pointed look before he made a quick but subtle dash up the stairs. There was a short line outside the main bathroom at the end of the hall, but Dex was smarter than that. His partner was also crazy. Sloane stood with his back to Ash’s locked bedroom his partner had undoubtedly broken into and reached behind him to give a knock. Something clicked, and he was hauled inside. Dex closed the door behind him and locked it before launching himself at Sloane.

“Fuck. If Ash catches us in his room using his bathroom—”

“I locked the door. Just a quickie.” Dex slipped his hand into the back of Sloane’s jeans to cup his ass cheek and give it a squeeze, drawing a low groan from him. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Sloane captured Dex’s soft lips with his own. He kissed Dex greedily, taking everything he could and demanding more. He could taste the beer on Dex’s tongue, feel the heat coming off his partner, and Sloane’s body threatened to catch fire. He continued to kiss Dex feverishly as he led him into the bathroom, closing the door behind them and locking it before pushing Dex up against it.