Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

and wouldn't mind fucking around with him, but there was something else there. He craved more from Lucas, but he didn't know what. He walked up behind Lucas and tapped him on the shoulder.
    "Can I help you?" Lucas turned to look at him. "Oh, Gabe, what can I do for you?"
    Gabe looked over his shoulder at Eric, who gave him a thumbs up, then back to Lucas. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for my behavior last night."
    "Okay." Lucas nodded his head.
    "And maybe I could take you out for coffee sometime to make up for being such a dick." He was nervous that Lucas would say no.
    "I've got to say I didn't see that coming." Lucas crossed his arms over his chest and looked him over from head to toe. He squirmed under the intense stare. "You're not ready yet." Lucas turned back to the paperwork he was working on.
    "Huh?" He was completely dumbstruck, and a little disappointed. And what did Lucas mean by not ready? Ready for what?
    "See you around, Gabe." Lucas closed the chart and set it on the other side of the counter and walked away.
    All he could do was watch him go. He couldn't get his vocal cords to work and just stood there as Lucas walked out of his life.
    "Damn, that was harsh," Eric said as he pushed the wheelchair over to him. Gabe contained the growl he wanted to direct at his friend. He took a seat, without a word, and let Eric wheel him toward the elevators.
    The drive home was a quiet one. Eric dropped him off and promised to check up on him the next day. The captain had put him on administrative leave until the following Monday. So he had a lot of time to sit around and do nothing but think about a certain blond-haired, green-eyed nurse.
    He wasn't tired, but he went to his room and lay down on the bed. Closing his eyes, he thought back to the previous night, remembering Lucas's sweet smell as he sat close to him. He'd wanted to taste those plump, pink lips, but he'd been too scared to ask Lucas for a kiss.
    "Ugh!" He threw a pillow over his face. "What the fuck's wrong with me?" he mumbled into the soft surface.
    He wouldn't classify the way Lucas spoke to him as being rude or bossy, but sexy and intriguing. When he dated Colby, the older man would tell him what to do and make him beg for release. He liked that. He liked being able to relax and let someone else be in charge.
    Due to his large size, everyone around him just assumed he was the aggressor. Most of the time he didn't mind, but it got old. He'd been stereotyped into a part he didn't remember auditioning for. Just because he was a big guy didn't automatically mean he was the top. In fact, he preferred to bottom if truth be told.
    There was something about being ridden hard, at the mercy of his lover. It thrilled him. He longed to have someone treat him like he was precious to them. Being in love scared the shit out of him, but the more he shied away from it, the more he craved it. He wanted someone to take care of him for once; he needed a break from being this serious cop he'd become.
    Just thinking of the way Lucas leaned over the bed, burrowing his eyes into his as if he could see through the façade he'd built around himself, stirred his cock to life. The soft touch of Lucas' fingers on his heated skin had him moaning aloud for more of that delicious touch.
    Gabe threw the pillow off his face then brought his hand down to flip open the snap on his jeans. He eased the zipper down, freeing the heavy bulge pushing against its denim prison. Freeing his shaft from the confines of his boxers, he tugged the jeans down his hips, and pulled one leg free. He brought his knees up then let his legs fall open to the sides.
    He gripped his hard length in his hand and started to stroke his cock. Pre-cum dribbled from the slit, helping ease his movements. On every up stroke, he ran his thumb over the sensitive crown, causing a spark of electricity so strong he arched his back, lifting his hips off the mattress.
    He continued to pump his fist and brought his other hand up to his mouth. Sucking in two fingers, he licked the long, thick digits until they were nice and wet. He brought up his knee and dropped his slicked-up fingers down to his eager hole. He trailed them around the ridged ring of muscle then shoved them deep inside himself.
    Crying out his pleasure as he kept up the in and out motion, he fucked his fist. He pumped faster and faster, and then slowed down, trying to stave off his release. The need to come was so close.
    Gabe brought up Lucas's image in his