The story line in this book actually jumps between Rescue for Hire to Granite County. I know it became confusing for some, so I try not to do that again. Although my characters do and I'm sure will always jump from series to series.
This snippet isn't Synn and Craig's first meeting, but it's where things were settled.
Finishing the order form, Craig hit the confirm button and closed out of the site. Standing, he valiantly tried to ignore Synn’s arm brushing against his body.
“Let’s go find you a couple of shirts,” he said. His plan was to continue to talk nonstop and hope Synn would cooperate and keep things impersonal. In a professional tone of voice, Craig started getting Synn familiar with their department. “Of course we are in what we call the bullpen. All the desks have interconnected computers. The investigators have their own, while the deputies kind of find one and stick with it. The storage closet is this way.”
Craig was relieved when Synn followed him and hadn’t said anything more about them needing to talk. They ended up being stopped by each deputy who proceeded to introduced themselves to Synn. Craig was impressed. Synn remembered each officer’s name and treated them with respect. Craig had heard stories of Chief Deputies in other counties letting the position go to their heads and treating their underlings like personal slaves. Those counties ended up having a high turnover rate.
Finally they made it to the storage closet. The second Craig entered the decent-size room, the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up. Tension radiated through the air and Craig instinctively knew he was in deep trouble. Hands enclosed around his shoulders and forcibly turned him to face an angry Synn.
“Why did you leave last night?” Synn demanded, leaning over until their faces were only inches apart.
“Why would I stick around so you could give me the brush off,” Craig countered.
“I did no such thing. I bought you a beer,” Synn said.
“You wouldn’t look me in the eye. When I asked if you had been in town long, you gave me some vague bullshit answer. There was no way I was going to stay around and listen to you give me the, it’s been fun but, speech,” Craig replied angrily.
Craig’s head snapped back when Synn gave him a little shake. “I was watching what I perceived was a drug deal taking place behind you next to the dance floor. I was not brushing you off. In fact I was going to ask you to come back to my hotel room for the night.”
Okay, that changed things in Craig’s mind. Except now they had a different problem. “I guess it’s a good thing that I didn’t go with you, as you’re my superior now.”
Craig pushed away the stupid pain he felt when he said that statement. Synn’s dark brown eyes studied him so intently Craig couldn’t stop his feet from shifting around.
Finally Synn said, “Come on.”
With his hand caught in the trap of Synn’s large hand, Craig was pulled out the closet, and into Steve’s office suite before he could put up any kind of objection. Synn ignored a stunned Jane, Steve’s loyal secretary, who watched wide-eyed as Synn stalked past her right into Steve’s office.
“Sorry to disturb you,” Synn said, pulling Craig up to stand next to him.
. “What’s up, guys?” Steve asked, looking up from a pile of papers on his desk.For a second, Craig though he saw the sheriff smile. But he must have been imaging things.
“Is there any county or departmental rule concerning law enforcement officers dating each other or being involved in a relationship?” Synn asked.
“What?” Craig exclaimed.
Was the guy nuts? A blow job did not mean they were dating or in any of this relationship thing Synn was talking about.
“Quiet, baby,” Synn ordered. Craig could feel his blood pressure rise and his face flushing in embarrassment. The man had called him baby in front of the sheriff.
The sheriff cleared his throat and said, “Um, no. There are no rules about relationships between employees, although I would appreciate it if you kept it somewhat professional during work hours.” Biting his lips together, Craig’s irritation ratcheted up a notch. The sheriff was definitely holding back laughter.
“Well, that won’t be a problem, sheriff, since there is no relationship to be concerned about,” he firmly stated.
Breaking free, Craig left the sheriff’s office and headed back to the storage closet. Grabbing a couple of shirts in Synn’s size, Craig shut the cabinet and turned to leave, only to be shoved back against its hard surface. Lips covered his and a tongue forced its way into Craig’s mouth. A hand delved into his hair, pulling out the rubber band that secured it away from his face. Synn’s big body pressed tightly against his, trapping Craig so he couldn’t move.
Synn’s kiss demanded Craig’s submission. A hard thigh moved between Craig’s legs and pressed against his cock. The plastic covered shirts landed on the tiled floor with a plop when Synn’s thigh
started rubbing unmercifully against Craig’s dick.
A red haze of desire clouded Craig’s mind pushing away his irritation. He could only cling to the soft fabric of Synn’s blazer as Synn’s tongue fucked his mouth and his unrelenting thigh brought Craig to the point of no return. Struggling to breathe, Craig pulled his mouth away, leaving some strands of his hair painfully tangled around Synn’s fingers in the process.
“Synn, please,” he pleaded. “Don’t make me come here.” Relentless, Synn’s kept moving his tool of bitter sweet magic against Craig’s poor cock. Squirming, desperately trying to not come, Craig tried again. “Please, Synn, please. It’ll show through my pants.”
Synn stopped moving his leg, but kept it pressed tight. Craig froze, hoping against hope that he could control his balls that were threatening to pull up and unload.
“Have dinner with me tonight,” Synn demanded.
“Ah, I have plans,” Craig answered. Seeing Synn’s face harden, he rushed to say, “But I can easily change them. They weren’t important anyway.”
“Are you sure you can change them?” Synn asked.
“Yeah, no problem,” Craig answered quickly.
Slowly Synn’s thigh eased away and Craig’s head was pulled against Synn’s shoulder.
“Take deep easy breaths, baby. From now on you won’t come until I say you can.”
Craig tried to lift his head, but the hand buried in his hair held him securely. The guy had to be joking. Craig would not have blue balls for anyone. Whether he had a partner in his life or not he averaged two orgasms a day.
Glancing up, Craig could see that Synn was serious. Craig decided it might be best to go along with the crazy man’s preposterous idea. The way Craig figured it, what he did when he was alone was his own business.
Breathing in through his nose and letting the air out of his mouth calmed him enough to get some control back. Except once he was calm, Synn’s clean fresh scent tantalized him and made his cock start plumping up again.
“You need to change your shirt so we can tour the building,” he murmured, managing to slightly tip his head up.
“I suppose if we stay here much longer, it will be noticed,” Synn conceded.
Synn dropped a warm kiss on Craig’s lips one more time before he was released. Craig watched as the big man shrugged the charcoal gray dress jacket off and carefully set it on one of the shelves. Reaching down Synn took a hold of the bottom of his black T-shirt and pulled it over his head, his long ponytail swinging.
Standing in front of him, Synn paused and let Craig look his fill. The man was gorgeous with his long blue-black hair combined with acres of dark skin that covered wide shoulders, a muscled chest and tight six-pack abs.
A colorful tattoo covered one shoulder and ran down his entire arm. Craig had a weakness for tattoos and always thought that someday he would like one, or three. Craig studied the brightly colored tattoo for a few seconds until Synn’s large dark brown nipples drew his attention. He longed to draw one into his mouth and suck it deeply. Then he noticed one nipple was almost bisected completely with a freshly healed wound. Frowning Craig saw still pink, thick raised scars, decorating Synn’s chest and belly. By the look of them these injuries were made to cause pain, but not death.
Synn shifted, drawing Craig’s gaze away from the scars. Craig’s eyebrows rose when he took in the strap around Synn’s wrist holding a knife in place. When Synn bent down and picked up one of the packaged tan uniform shirts from the floor, another knife sat in the small of Synn’s back. Craig looked at the dress jacket on the shelf and wondered what secrets it held.
Forgetting the weapons Craig enjoyed the play of muscles dancing under dark tan skin as Synn shoved one arm into the sleeve of the dress shirt.
The closet door loudly rattled next to Craig, making him jump when someone pounded on it.
Troy’s urgent voice called, “Craig, Chief Deputy, dispatch just reported someone called 911 and told them they found a dead body in one of the dumpsters behind the church on Melborn Street.”
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