The Sergeant - First Chapter

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Sergeant Logan Pierce: He leads his squad with cool efficiency, taking down rough criminals while keeping his team safe. But behind closed doors he sets a darker part of himself free. As a Dom, he’s controlled many submissives, but never had one for his own. That’s because there’s only one man he wants: Officer Clay Foster.

Officer Clay Foster: Over the years he’s noticed his Sergeant’s secretly admiring glances and suspected his attraction. One night, with one kiss, he’s proven correct. Clay dives headlong into the rough passion of BDSM that Logan introduces him to. He submits to Logan’s control, accepting the sweet shackles that bind him to his Sergeant. But secrets, both his and Logan’s, force him to leave the newfound safety of his Dom’s arms.

Logan refuses to let go of what he’s wanted for so long, Clay as his own, proudly wearing his collar. Can he safely guide Clay through the obstacles that separate them until he can claim his submissive once more?

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Sergeant Logan Pierce walked back into the police station with his team. Everybody was laughing and relaxed as was usually the case after a successful callout. Their SWAT team was the best on the Houston Police Department and one of the best in the country. Logan’s gaze was drawn to one of his scouts, Corporal Clay Foster. He liked to keep an eye on his boys, his scouts in particular. They had one of the more dangerous jobs, moving first into critical situations to scope them out for the rest of the squad. He wanted to make sure they were handling the stress of their position. But that wasn’t the only reason he watched Clay.

His scout smiled as he described the look on the gunman’s face when he’d realized he was surrounded by SWAT.  The entry team blocked his way out the front. He hadn’t been aware of Clay and his other scout, Corporal Quan Pham, at his back. His face was so full of amazement when he spun around and saw them that Clay’s order to get on the ground had been tinged with laughter.

Clay ran his fingers through his hair, the short black curls slightly flattened from his helmet. Logan looked away. He didn’t want anyone to catch the expression on his face as he imagined running his own fingers through that silky hair. He’d desired Clay for a long time, but lately it had grown to the point that it was on his mind whenever they weren’t working.

Clay was definitely attractive with those dark curls. His face was clean shaven and lightly tanned. Long, dark lashes framed blue eyes that were so bright he had to control his reaction the first time he’d looked into them. And Clay’s mouth made him think of all sorts of things that were inappropriate for the work place, especially the sweet curve of his bottom lip. The strong line of his jaw and the hard body that he carried with such confidence kept him from being pretty. And he was tall, only a few inches below Logan’s own height of six foot three. He filled out the dark SWAT uniform very well. Corporal Clay Foster was a mix of beauty, strength, and brave intelligence that had intrigued him for years.

The group split up as they reached the locker room areas. The two women on the team went one way, the rest of them another. Lockers banged and gear bags dropped to the floor as they got ready for showers. Houston was hot and muggy, even in early spring. Carrying fifty pounds of gear wasn’t conducive to staying cool and dry in the heat. There weren’t enough showers for everyone to use all at once. So, as he always did, Logan let his team go first. He sat on the bench in front of his locker, giving kudos or advice to his men and going over the night with them while he waited.

When shower finally opened and no one was in line before him, Logan grabbed his soap, shampoo, and a towel and stepped into the stall. Yanking the curtain back, he turned on the water full blast. Logan stood underneath the hot stream, letting the water ease the final bit of tension from his muscles. He never completely relaxed after a callout until this moment, when his whole team was back safe and he was alone in the peace of a hot shower. After taking a few moments to enjoy the feel of the water, he washed up quickly. He was eager to get something to eat and get home.

When Logan came out of the shower bay, he saw the locker room was empty but for one person. Clay sat on a bench, fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, engrossed in his phone.

“Clay, what are you still doing here?”

The other man looked up. “I wasn’t up to going out with the rest of the bunch. Kinda wanted some quiet. But I’m hungry so I’m trying to figure out where I want to eat before I leave.”

Logan realized this could be his chance to be alone with Clay for a little while. “You can come with me if you want. I’m headed over to Lucy’s. It’s quiet and the food is good.”

Clay smiled. “That sounds perfect. Thanks for the invite, Sarge.”

Logan tried not to get excited. They were just going out for a meal. But he couldn’t deny that he was happy to have Clay to himself.
 
As he’d predicted, Lucy’s was quiet. The place was a small family-owned restaurant off the beaten path of most downtown foot traffic. It did a steady business, but was mostly frequented by people who, like him, were looking for a quiet place to relax as they ate. The comfortable seating, low lighting, and homey décor all helped build that atmosphere. He handed his menu to the server after placing his order and spoke to the man across the table from him.

“So what’s up, Clay? Everything alright?”

Clay looked at him over his glass of water. “You didn’t ask me along just so you could analyze me, did you, Sarge? Because I’m alright.”

Logan’s lips twitched but he didn’t smile. “No, I’m not trying to analyze you. Just opening that door if you need it.”

Clay set his glass down and leaned back in his chair. “Nah, I’m good. But thanks.”

Logan nodded and let the subject drop. They spent the next few minutes going over some of their recent operations, breaking them down and discussing anything they could have done differently. They reviewed often, with everyone sharing their input. Logan was their team leader, but everyone’s opinion was valued. That’s how their team worked and it was how they continued to get better.

The server came back and put their plates down in front of them. Logan glanced at his food in appreciation. He’d ordered a thick steak, new potatoes, wild rice, green beans, and dinner rolls. He caught Clay staring at him as he picked up his knife and fork.

“You’re really going to eat all that?”

Logan grinned. “What can I say? I’m a big boy.”

Clay ran his eyes over the width of his chest and arms. He looked back up at him. “Yeah. You are.”

Logan froze for a moment. That sounded like Clay was flirting with him. He wasn’t sure how to respond. For one, although he suspected Clay was bi-sexual, he wasn’t positively sure. Second, they worked together. Third, he was Clay’s superior. There could be serious repercussions if he took Clay’s comment as a flirtatious remark and it wasn’t. Since they had a whole meal to get through, he decided to let it pass. He gestured at Clay’s plate. “I see you’re eating light.”

Clay laughed and cut up a piece of his grilled chicken. “We’ve got a PT test coming up. It’s not as easy for me to stay in shape as some of you,” he said with a pointed glance at Logan.  “Besides, one bite of all those carbs and I’m headed down to the cage, trying to get a flak vest in the next size up.”

Logan shook his head in amusement. It was true that he was big and muscular. He’d been stocky his whole life and started putting on muscle in high school to play football. Clay was well muscled too, just in the long, lithe way of a swimmer. The conversation slowed as they ate. Once they were done, they settled back with satisfied sighs.

Clay rubbed his stomach. “Man, you were right, Sarge. That was good.”

Logan took a last drink of his water. “Glad you enjoyed it. You’re welcome to come here with me anytime.”

Clay smiled slightly. “Strange you never had the team here. Or that we’ve never eaten alone before.”
Logan arched a brow. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

Logan looked directly at Clay for a moment before he answered. “Maybe I was saving it for the right time.”

Clay’s eyes widened slightly and he looked like he was about to say something. But just then, the server came up to ask if they need anything else. She dropped their check when both men turned down dessert. Logan reached for it. “I’ve got it.”

“Thanks. You sure know how to take care of your team,” Clay joked.

Logan didn’t say anything to that. If only Clay knew how much he really wanted to take care of him.

Outside, they headed to their cars. They both drove dark, unmarked Dodge Chargers issued by the Houston Police Department. Logan closed his eyes as the cool night breeze blew Clay’s scent back to him. He inhaled deeply, stifling a groan as he took that wonderful scent down into his lungs. Clay always smelled so good. Logan wanted to grab him and rub his face against Clay’s skin and just breathe until he couldn’t smell anything else. But at the rate things were going, that was never going to happen.

Clay turned to him, thanking him for dinner once more. Logan accepted his thanks, and then hesitated. Clay waited, looking at him with an expectant expression. Logan wanted to approach him, to let him know he was interested but he just didn’t know if that was wise. With an inward curse, he let the moment pass—again. “Good night, Clay.”

A frown creased Clay’s brow before he said good night too and went to his car. Logan opened his car door and got in. He started the ignition, determined to ignore the disappointment in his chest.

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The sound of gym shoes squeaking on mats and boxing gloves connecting with bodies was loud, echoing in the large space. His team wasn’t on rotation this week, but they were still in house getting in some training. Today they were boxing. They had guns, but you never knew when you’d be in physical combat with a suspect. Knowing how to fight had saved their asses more than once.

Clay was on the blue mats with Jody, one of the two women on their team. He was teasing and taunting her, trying to make her lose her cool. Logan knew that wasn’t going to happen. Jody had the most stoic personality of all of them and she stayed calm in every situation. That trait served her well as a sniper. She didn’t get flustered, she didn’t hesitate, and she didn’t miss. Jody caught Clay with a hard jab to the ribs and he stopped playing around. Logan watched their technique for awhile, making sure they kept their guards up and didn’t telegraph punches. But, eventually, his attention and his eyes wandered.

They weren’t required to stay in dress code when they weren’t on rotation. As a result, they all wore a mix of HPD sweats, tees, and their own clothes. Clay had on nothing but a pair of baggy blue gym shorts and sneakers. His torso was bare and Logan greedily ate up the sight of his sweat slick skin. The Navy anchor tattoo on Clay’s chest was familiar, he’d seen Clay without his shirt plenty of times, but Logan’s gaze still lingered there for a moment. Clay spun out of Jody’s reach but she stayed with him. So did Logan. He kept watching, his eyes moving down to take in how low Clay’s shorts hung on his hips, revealing the dip in his lower back. Logan imagined running his tongue along that spot, licking up the sweat beaded there.

Clay danced away from Jody so he was facing Logan again. Logan’s eyes were immediately drawn to his stomach and the soft line of dark hair that trailed down from his navel, disappearing into his shorts. Logan wanted to run his fingers down that path and along the curve of his hipbones. He knew that skin would be sensitive and he wanted to see Clay shiver at his touch. His imaginings were stopped from going any further when someone cleared their throat next to him.

“You look pretty intense, Sarge. Taking mental notes?”

Logan started and looked to his left. His senior assistant, Senior Corporal Carlos Ortega, was sitting in the folding chair next to him. His friendship with Carlos went back to before they’d joined the force and Carlos was one of the few in the department who knew he was gay. He answered his question with calm nonchalance.

“Just watching.”

Carlos snorted. “I bet.”

Logan ignored that.

“I hear you took Clay out to dinner last night.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “I didn’t take him out to dinner. We just went to get something to eat.”

“And you weren’t wishing it was something more?” Carlos looked at him with his dark steady gaze.  “I doubt that, especially with the way you’re about to pitch a tent just sitting here, staring at him.”

Logan scrubbed his hand over his forehead. “Fuck, man. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Lately, I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“Maybe because you haven’t dated anybody in over six months. Why don’t you go for it? If you don’t, eventually you’ll be checking out his ass when you’re supposed to be watching his back. Have fun explaining your wood then.”

Logan cut his eyes at Carlos. His friend was right, he hadn’t been with a guy for some time. But this wasn’t the time to discuss it. “Shut up about his ass, Los.” He noticed Clay and Jody were done. “And be quiet before someone hears you.”  

Clay stepped off the mat and came over to them. “Sarge, I don’t think it’s right I have to fight a girl. They are the weaker sex after all.” He threw a taunting smile over his shoulder at Jody.

“Do I need to remind you about Operation Chimney Sweep?” Logan asked.

Chimney Sweep was an operation where they served a warrant on a female suspect dealing X and meth out of a ridiculously innocent looking house with a huge red chimney. Turned out the woman was an MMA fighter when she wasn’t dealing drugs. She played docile until Senior Corporal Mike Dorsey was close to her and had put his gun away to cuff her. Then she went ape shit, punching and kicking with a fury that brought him down. Logan hadn’t wanted anyone to take a shot with her so close to Mike, so they ended up using the Taser to subdue her.
Jody snorted and came up next to Clay. “Keep talking shit and maybe I’ll break your nose like that crazy woman did to Mike.”

Clay held his hands up in front of his face. “You’re so mean, Jody.”

She laughed and headed off to the locker rooms. Clay stayed behind. He took his head gear and gloves off. “We look good out there, Sarge?”

“You did.” At Carlos’s snort, Logan cleared his throat and corrected himself. “You both did.”

Clay grinned. “Thanks. Jody’s got a mean right jab. Caught me right in my fucking ribs.” He raised his arm to peer down at his side. “Probably gonna bruise and be sore as hell.”

Logan stared at that smooth skin. He wanted to reach out and run his fingers along it, soothing any hurt that Clay might feel. But he couldn’t. For many reasons, he couldn’t. He dragged his gaze away.

“You know better than to tease her like that.”

Clay laughed. “Yeah but it’s too much fun.” He plopped down in the seat next to Logan to watch the next members of the team take their turns on the mat. “So what are you guys over here talking about?”

Carlos looked at him with a shit eating grin on his face. “Camping. Sarge is worried about where he’s gonna pitch his tent.”

Clay glanced over at him. “You’re going camping, Sarge? Where at? I know some good places.”

Logan gave Carlos a dirty look before he answered Clay. “I’m not going anywhere. But Corporal Ortega here is about to go take his turn on the mats. Right, Los?”

Carlos got up and cracked his neck. “Whatever you say, boss.”

Clay watched the big man gear up. He got a vibe like he’d just interrupted a conversation about something other than camping. He was curious, but he didn’t ask. “Why aren’t you taking him on? He needs to pick on someone his own size.” Carlos was big and muscular like Logan. It was why they were the breachers on their team, both strong enough to swing the heavy battering rams with enough force to bust open nearly any door. And with his shaved head and dark, watchful eyes, Carlos was pretty intimidating. Logan was intimidating as well, but in a different way. His military bearing, strong jaw, and sharp hazel eyes let you know that he was in charge. Even his hair obeyed him, the dark blonde strands rarely straying from their proper place. Clay ran a hand over his own hair, which as usual was a mess of curls all over his head. He was sort of tempted to touch Logan’s hair to see if he used hairspray to keep the side part so neat, but he didn’t quite have the nerve.

Logan laughed. “Mike is doing just fine.”

Clay snorted. “Guess he learned from that broken nose.”

They sat and watched the sparring, comfortably making observations until everyone was done. Clay liked that he could be so easy going with his sergeant. He’d been under the command of some real dicks during his time in the military and police force.   

The last pair stepped off the mats and Logan stood up, ending their conversation. “You’re all dismissed. Clean up and get out of here. Make sure you get plenty of rest. Endurance training in the morning.”
Clay groaned along with everyone else. No one liked the long runs with all their gear on, but they were a necessary evil. Carrying all that equipment, armor, and weapons wasn’t easy, especially in the Houston heat, but they had to keep their bodies conditioned for it. Clay got up and followed the guys back to the locker room to shower and change.

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Logan headed out of the station after making sure everyone on the team was gone. At least he thought everyone was gone until he saw Clay standing at the door, staring outside.

“What are you doing?” Logan stepped up beside him.

“It’s raining.”

Logan looked out the glass doors. “I see that.” He laughed. “You jogged to work today, didn’t you?” Clay jogged nearly every day they weren’t on call and he didn’t have to haul all his gear. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.”

Once they were in the car, Logan didn’t have to ask for directions. He knew where each one of his team members lived. They headed up Dallas Avenue to Clay’s loft apartment. He pulled into a space and put the car in park. But Clay didn’t immediately say thank you and leave. He turned to Logan with an impish smile on his face.

“Be honest, Sarge. Do you like the endurance runs?”

“No, I hate them.” He looked at Clay with a sideways smile. “Sometimes I’m tempted to take them off the training rotation.”

Clay laughed. “That makes me feel better. You never complain about them, but now I know your secret. You’re just as human as the rest of us.” He gave him a conspiratorial wink. “But don’t worry, I won’t tell the others.”

Twenty minutes later, they were still in the car. Logan had long since turned off the engine and the rain had slowed to soft drops falling against the windshield. They’d talked about everything from work to baseball to their respective careers in the military. Logan served in the Marines and did two tours in Iraq while Clay had been all over the place in the Navy. Now they were both quiet, their heads lolling against the headrest.

Clay’s eyes drifted closed. Logan knew he should tell him to go inside and get to bed. But it was such a rare, private moment between them that he didn’t want it to end. Instead, he took advantage of the opportunity to study Clay. As always, the sight of that curly black hair made him smile. The length of his hair was within regulation, barely. He knew part of the reason Clay kept it that long was to thumb his nose at their captain. Captain Hayden was constantly talking about the image of HPD and SWAT. He didn’t approve of Clay, with his longish hair and playful personality, at all. But Logan loved Clay’s hair and hoped he’d never cut it. His eyes drifted down to the other man’s mouth, that full bottom lip even poutier than usual as he relaxed. Logan thought about kissing him, wondering what Clay would do if he sucked that lip into his mouth. In his head, Clay would respond to him, kissing him back eagerly.

He looked back up and saw that Clay’s eyes were open, watching him. They held eye contact for a long moment. The air in the car turned electric, tension crackling between them. Logan’s heart pounded. This moment couldn’t be ignored. He could apologize and send Clay inside. Or he could do what he’d wanted to do for so damn long. The decision was easy. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Clay’s. They were warm and soft, just as he’d imagined they’d be. Logan pulled back, waiting to see Clay’s reaction. When he didn’t say anything, Logan kissed him again. This time, Clay returned the kiss with a light touch of his lips.

Logan took that as encouragement and brought their lips together for several more kisses. Logan was surprised it was happening. His heart raced as they kissed in the warm, dark car. He kept things relaxed and easy, letting Clay know they could stop whenever he wanted.  He ran his tongue across the seam of Clay’s closed lips, wanting him to open up so he could get a real taste of him. Clay’s eyes drifted closed again and he parted his lips, allowing Logan to sweep inside. He stroked his tongue slowly against Clay’s before exploring the warm sweetness of his mouth. Clay’s tongue darted out once to touch his. He was hesitant, almost shy. Logan’s body tightened, his shaft hardening as he gently coaxed him to play more. He curled his tongue against Clay’s and soon Clay was following his lead, licking into Logan’s mouth in slow, deep kisses.

Neither of them spoke. It was silent except for the sound of the rain and their quiet breathing as their lips clung and released again and again. Logan fought to keep the kiss soft and slow, pushing back his urge to control Clay’s mouth and touch his firm body wherever he could reach. Then Clay whispered a breathy little moan as he relaxed further into the contact. The sound touched off something deep inside Logan, made him want more. He brought his hand up, sliding into those silky curls and cupping the back of Clay’s head, holding him in place to deepen the kiss. He thrust his tongue inside to tangle with Clay’s, swirling against it in a hot, slick slide. Logan groaned as he kissed him faster, harder. Clay was right there with him, kissing him back with just as much intensity.

Logan slid his fingers down until he held him by the back of the neck, pulling Clay up against him until their chests touched. Clay gasped and pressed even closer to him. Logan smoothed his other hand down Clay’s back, feeling the solid warmth of him through his t-shirt. But Logan didn’t dare touch him anywhere else. Not there in the car and not without discussing things with him first. He pulled back slightly, looking at Clay to see if he was showing any reluctance. What he saw were eyes wide, sparkling with desire and lips swollen from his kisses. There was no sign of hesitation on his face. Logan dove right back in, sucking at that full bottom lip that had been teasing him for years. Clay’s hands came up to his chest and Logan thought, Yes. Touch me. But then he realized Clay was pushing him away.

Logan released him and watched in confusion as Clay grabbed his bag from the car floor and snapped, “Goddamnit!” He slammed out of the car and stalked off towards his building.

Logan sat there in disbelief before he banged his head against the steering wheel. What the fuck? He hunched over the wheel for a moment, trying to figure out what just happened while willing his hard-on to go down. Eventually, his body calmed but he was still clueless about Clay’s abrupt exit. He knew he wasn’t going to figure it out sitting there in the dark by himself, so he started the car and drove home.

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Logan pulled into the garage of his two-story, brick faced home. It was a little more than he needed, but his parents gave it to him when he returned from overseas. They said he was doing them a favor since they traveled all over the country in their retirement and didn’t want to worry about maintaining the home. He tried to buy it from them, but they turned him down. Instead, they asked him to take over visiting his grandfather in the Texas Hill Country. That was no chore. Logan loved his grandfather and enjoyed visiting him as often as possible. It was his grandfather, a former Marine himself, who influenced his decision to join the Corps. His grandfather was also the first person Logan came out to just before he’d enlisted. He had accepted Logan and told him there was nothing wrong with being gay. But as a young enlisted he should keep it quiet. All these years later he was still following that advice. Sometimes it made sense to him, the police department culture wasn’t always welcoming to gay men. But sometimes he was ashamed of himself for not being upfront about who he really was.

He got out of the car and went in through the kitchen. It was a large room with windows that let in plenty of light during the day. The whole house was really too big for one person. He looked forward to sharing it with someone someday. Tossing his keys on the butcher block island, Logan went through the mail he’d brought in with him. Nothing was important enough to hold his attention. He headed upstairs to his bedroom.

The many kisses with Clay were still on his mind. He couldn’t help but worry he’d made a huge mistake. He was Clay’s superior and he’d made a sexual advance on him. Fuck! That hadn’t been smart on his part. But he’d wanted Clay for so long. And in the warm cocoon of the dark car, he’d let his guard down, forgetting all the reasons that he shouldn’t pursue his fellow officer.

Logan carefully unpacked his bag and secured his weapons. He undressed then flopped onto the king sized bed. He couldn’t stop thinking over their moments in the car. Seriously, what the fuck? Where had he gone wrong? Clay had seemed to be into him, responding just as sweetly as he’d always imagined. Logan had either gotten too heavy with the way he’d deepened the kiss, or Clay realized it wasn’t a good idea to make out with his superior. His male superior.

Logan blew out a frustrated breath. He wanted Clay so bad that whenever he was near, his fingers ached with the urge to grab him and pull that slender body up against his own. However, he wanted Clay for more than just one or two nights in bed, which meant that if he did win him for his own, eventually he would have to come clean about his … preferences. If Clay wasn’t into that and it scared him off, Logan would be left with the knowledge that he’d run off the one man he wanted to build a relationship with. Clay already bolted after their kiss tonight, which didn’t bode well for the possibility of future sexual activities. Logan had to walk a fine line between what he should do and what he wanted to do if he pursued Clay.

As Logan thought about their kiss, his erection came surging back. Clay’s mouth had been so warm, his tongue soft. Logan wanted to kiss him again. He wished he still was. Logan’s eyes closed and his hand drifted down his belly to grab his cock through his boxers as he thought about what else could have happened in the car.

In his head, he heard Clay whisper how much he liked Logan’s mouth as he gave that sexy little moan again. Logan would have whispered back, “Let’s see what else you like,” before kissing his way up Clay’s jaw line to his ear. He’d nibble the rounded shell of his ear before sucking the tender lobe into his mouth and biting down sharply. Clay would gasp at the pleasure-pain, his body arching towards Logan’s as he sought more of the same.
Logan’s imaginings had grown into a full-blown vision behind his closed eyelids and his cock head was already slick. There was no way he would be able to fall asleep without giving himself some relief. He pushed his boxers down his thighs and gripped his naked cock as his fantasy played out.

“Did you like that, baby?”

“Yes. Do it again,” Clay moaned.

Logan shook his head as he moved down to lick at the rapid pulse beating in Clay’s neck. “That’s not the way this works. You don’t get to issue demands.” He bit down on the spot and sucked the warm skin into his mouth before releasing it. “Understand?”

When Clay nodded, Logan grabbed one of his hands and brought it to his chest. “Touch me.” Clay complied, stroking his hand over the muscles of Logan’s chest before moving up to massage his shoulder. Then his hand swept back down Logan’s torso, hesitating when it met the hem of his shirt. Logan smiled when Clay looked at him as though asking permission. He liked that. “What, baby? Tell me what you want.”

Clay bit his lip before whispering, “I want to touch your skin. I want … I want to touch your cock.”

Logan slid his hand up Clay’s throat and pulled him close enough for their lips to touch. “Then go ahead,” he whispered back. Logan pressed his lips to Clay’s just as the other man’s fingers lightly rubbed against his stomach. They hesitated, dancing across the skin before moving down and opening Logan’s jeans. Clay trailed his fingers up Logan’s cock and he groaned. Logan was hard and aching, trapped behind his boxers. When he felt Clay tugging at the material, he lifted his hips slightly so he could drag his underwear down enough to free him. Clay’s hand wrapped around his shaft and Logan rewarded him by sucking that earlobe back into his mouth, biting down just a bit harder than he had before. Both men moaned. Logan moved back to Clay’s mouth, kissing him deeply, their tongues rubbing against each other as Clay stroked his fist up and down Logan’s cock.

Logan broke their kiss to speak against Clay’s lips. “Faster. Make me come.” Logan thrust his hips up as Clay tightened his grip and sped up his pace. The precum pearling on Logan’s cock aided his slide through Clay’s fist.

Logan grabbed Clay by the back of the neck again to pull him into a rough kiss, their lips smashing together as he felt his orgasm building low in his stomach, his balls tight and ready to erupt. This time, Clay broke their kiss as he leaned up to whisper in his ear, “Logan, I want you to fuck me.” Then he rubbed his thumb across the slit on the head of Logan’s cock before squeezing him tight. Logan threw his head back against the headrest, groaning long and deep in his throat as his orgasm came barreling up his shaft …

On the bed, Logan’s hips rose over and over as he fucked into his fist, his hot cum shooting out of his cock to cover his fingers and stomach. “Fuck!” He stroked himself a few more times until all the tension drained from his body. He lay there on the bed, gasping for breath. His decision was made. That small taste wouldn’t let him go back to desiring Clay from afar. He reached down and grabbed the shirt he’d dropped earlier to wipe himself off.

He had to have Clay.

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The Sergeant is Book 1 in the completed The Sergeant Series. Available on Amazon and in Kindle Unlimited

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