“I do.” He raised his head, and our eyes connected. His were so big and wide. It showed everything he was thinking, and I had only a second to register his intent before he leaned forward and placed his lips on mine.
With a gasp, I bolted upright in bed, sweating profusely. My chest rose and fell, heart pounding in my chest and my mouth dry. I placed a hand on my lips and swallowed hard. Just a dream. It was just a dream.
“Fuck.” I dropped back against the pillows and stared up at the ceiling.
It had been just a dream. A confusing one that made no sense at all. For one, I wasn’t into men, but I probably needed to get laid if my work was now affecting my dreams.
My alarm went off, and I stopped it. Groaning, I slipped out of bed and stretched, my eyes dropping to the bulge of my dick pressed against the fabric of my boxers with a noticeably wet front. It was either a cold shower or…
I sucked in a deep breath, crossed over to the dresser, and dug past the clothes to the back. Barney had given me the masturbator last year on my birthday—a gag gift he had no doubt thought would go straight to the garbage. On a whim, I’d used it once, and although it couldn’t replace the feel of a warm body beneath me, it had worked, so I’d kept it.
With the pillows propped up behind my back, I pulled down the waistband of my underwear and applied lube to my cock. I stroked myself twice, then squeezed the sides of the double-ended pocket stroker and worked my cock between the red-painted lips. The silicone stretched over the head of my dick, the tight fit lining up nicely along my shaft.
A loud moan tore from my throat as I moved it up and down, slowly at first, but I was too fucking horny. Sometimes I would edge myself to make it last, but fresh from that puzzling dream, I was jacking off hard into the toy.
My head fell back against the headboard and I closed my eyes. Hot air blew from my nostrils, and the room filled with my unsuppressed groans. One beauty of living alone was being as loud as I wanted, and there was no need to temper my cries.
I was close… so fucking close. I grunted, blowing my load into the toy, stuffing it with my cum. An image of trembling pink lips flashed through my mind. Cosmo’s plump lips.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Ungh.” Another wave washed through me, and more cum spurted into the masturbator. I slumped to the bed, dropping my hands to the side, staring at the toy still gripping my softening cock.
What the fuck was happening inside my head? My face burned with shame, and I yanked the toy off in disgust. I leaped from the bed, rushed to the bathroom, and threw the toy into the trash. No fucking way I could use it again without… I shook my head. Nope, I wouldn’t think further. I just needed to get laid, that was all. Someone warm and willing under me. Someone with a nice juicy pussy to bone and two firm tits to squeeze.
My cock flexed, and I smiled with relief.
Yeah, that was exactly where my head needed to be.
Half an hour later, I was presentable again and driving to work. And if thoughts of Cosmo crossed my mind, I pushed them away. Cosmo was nothing but a job. A means to an end. As soon as he helped us to solve these murders, our paths didn’t need to cross anymore.
On my way to the site, I stopped by my son’s apartment. He wasn’t there, but Brianne opened the door, looking shy in a bright pink-footed pajama with floppy ears.
“Hey, Brianne.” I smiled at her and spoke softly. “How are you?”
“Good. Daddy says I can be a rabbit all day.” She returned a tentative smile, then dropped her eyes.
“Smart Daddy. Rabbits are cute and cuddly.”
“We are.”
“Did Daddy leave something for me?”
She nodded and stepped aside for me to enter. I followed her into the living room, where a duffel bag stood next to the sofa.
“This is it?”
She nodded.
I squatted beside the bag and unzipped it. Inside were the clothes, toys, and books I’d asked Nate to buy. I’d thought I would have to beg him to assist, but he’d been happy to help. It seemed a little was the way to his heart. The last time I’d been here, we’d talked more than we ever had since his mother was abducted. It’d felt good talking about something we had in common, even though my interest was temporary.
“Thank you, Brianne. Have a nice day now.”
“Daddy says to call him if you have any more questions.”
“I’ll do that.” Before I walked out, I turned to her. “Brianne?”
“Yes, sir?”