The Spare Whelan (Whelan Brothers)

"Welcome home, detective," Kiernan says. When I see him, he's holding up my spare pair of handcuffs.

"Thank you," I say, getting excited.

"Strip," he demands. Ooh, I love this game. I quickly do as he says and before I know it, my hands and cuffed behind my back.

I love when he does this. He uses this time to drive me crazy. He washes my hair, my body, everything. In short he takes care of me. What drives me crazy is that I can’t touch him in return. He gets me so worked up. After our shower, he dries every inch of my body before leading me to our bed. He puts me on my knees and slides into me from behind. Despite being each other’s first, last, and always, he sure knows what he’s doing.

I come spectacularly, with him close behind. He is my other half in every way. My anam cara. I don’t know how long I would’ve had to wait to find him if I was working that night all those years ago, but the luck of the Irish is no laughing matter. He used to think of himself as the spare, but now he’s my everything.