Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Furi’s laugh was husky. “Okay. How about we go out and grab a bite?” Furi let his hand dip down past Syn’s ass, nudging his balls a bit before tracing back up his seam again. “You have a preference?” Furi’s hand tightened on the back of Syn’s neck while his other hand continued its exploration. He brought his hand to the front and cupped Syn’s thick package, squeezing until he heard a strained grunt and felt Syn’s hips jolt forward. Furi smiled. “I asked you a question, Syn.”
“Huh?” Syn was sucking on Furi’s neck, making it difficult for him to concentrate, too.
Furi popped Syn on his ass before backing up. “Food.”
“Oh yeah, um, um. I can’t cook.” Furi smiled as Syn stumbled over his words, trying to get his breathing under control.
“You already said that,” Furi said, turning to look around Syn’s spacious but fairly empty apartment. There was a sectional sofa as well as a recliner in front of a massive television in the living room. There were no pictures or decorations anywhere. He saw an archway that led to a decent sized kitchen, but that looked pretty bare as well.
“I haven’t been here long,” Syn said, picking up on Furi’s thoughts. “I just ordered a couch, and I have a few pictures coming soon, and I have a new bed.”
Furi spun and watched Syn. He looked so goddamn edible standing there all timid and unsure. “A new bed, huh?”
Syn shrugged. “Just saying.”
“Well you’ll have to give me the whole tour when we get back from dinner.” Furi smiled. Syn nodded, and gathered his things off the shelf against the wall. Furi watched him clip on his badge and tuck a gun in the small of his back before pulling his shirt over it. “Do you always have to carry a gun?”
“No. I don’t have to. I feel naked without it though,” Syn said, grabbing a jacket out the closet.
“What kind of gun is that? It’s different from the one you had yesterday.”
“This is a Smith and Wesson 5906. It fits better back here if I’m not wearing my holster. I typically have my Glocks while working.”
“How many guns do you have?”
Syn stepped into Furi’s personal space, standing eye-to-eye with him. “I have enough.”
Furi snorted, opened the door and Syn locked up behind them. “Hey, how about some wings and beer?”
“Sounds good.”
“Cool. I know an awesome spot called Henry’s. They have the absolute best beer selections and the wings are great. They also have darts and pool.”
Furi stopped talking when he noticed Syn looking a little pale. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Uh, nothing.” They were in Syn’s old faithful truck and Furi sat silently watching the man next to him.
“We going or what?” Furi narrowed his eyes, staring at the side of Syn’s face. His jaw was clenched and his neck was flushed. What the hell?
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
“Okay.”
Syn thought he was going to be sick. It was just his goddamn luck that Furi would suggest the one place where half the department liked to hang out. Hell, even his Lieutenants frequented this place. It would be cruel to subject Furi to Day’s inappropriateness so soon. Syn wasn’t necessarily afraid of being with a man; he just wasn’t the type to make his personal life public. Or am I scared? Fuck. Syn didn’t think Furi would go for keeping them a secret. The man had made that quite clear when they were in the alley.
Syn gripped the steering wheel and willed his foot to press the accelerator. Maybe … just maybe, there wouldn’t be anyone familiar there. Syn drove under the speed limit and felt Furious’ probing eyes on the side of his face. He tried to smile and keep his jaw from showing his nervous tick.
Despite his efforts, they got there in what felt like record time. Furious got out and waited for Syn to slowly make his way toward the entrance.
“Are you sure everything is alright?” Furious asked, annoyed.
“I’m good. Really. Good. Perfect,” Syn said, mentally kicking himself for sounding like an idiot.
Furi took his hand in his and it took every ounce of Syn's willpower not to pull his hand back. Of course he’d be into PDA. Furious pulled open the door and walked in as if he hadn’t a care in the world. It was almost nine p.m. and the though it wasn’t packed, there were quite a few people there. Syn tried not to look around, keeping his eyes on the back of Furious’ head as he led them to a booth; thankfully located in the back of the bar, where it was a little bit darker. Syn made sure to sit so he was facing the door while Furi sat opposite of him.
Furi didn’t speak. He picked up one of the menus and started to look through it. “First time out with a man?”