Embracing His Syn (19 page)

“
Can I still take you
home? I need to talk to you,” Syn said, his voice gravelly with
arousal.

“
Officially?” Furi asked
through clenched teeth.

“
Yes. I do need to clear
some things up, but nothing has changed for me. You wanna make me
chase you some more, fine. I will chase you.” Syn nipped at Furi’s
jaw, making him flinch. “But, understand this. I will catch you,
Furious.”

Furi hissed, grinding their hard cocks
perfectly against each other. Furi licked around his mouth, his
sweet lips just lightly brushing against Syn's. Furi peppered
feather soft kisses across his stubble.

“
It’s midnight now. You
said I could take you home.”

Furi backed away from him, running his
hands through his own hair. “Alright, you can ask your official
questions during the ride.”

Syn was on the highway headed to Emory
Point. The windows were cracked to let in some brisk night air. Syn
watched out of the corner of his eye as Furi pulled his hair back
into a loose ponytail.

“
Ask away,” Furi said,
realizing they were almost to his exit.

“
Are you in
trouble?”

Furi turned; looking sharply at Syn.
Furi probably wasn’t expecting that to be his first question, but
that was the most important issue as far as Syn was concerned. He
knew Furi wasn't involved in Starman’s murder, so he didn’t need to
ask about that.

“
Before I left the pub
tonight, you asked me if someone had sent me and if I was working
for
him
. Were you
talking about your husband?”

“
Yes,” Furi said roughly.
“He hasn’t seen or heard from me in almost a year. He might’ve
thought I was dead.” He shrugged. “I finally had him served with
divorce papers, which means he now knows my address. He and his
brother will come for me, guaranteed. Even if it’s only to serve up
one more ass whipping before he signs the papers.”

Syn heard the squeaking sound his
steering wheel was making as he tightened his fists and squeezed
the leather. He was getting angry, angrier than he’d been in a long
time. The thought of someone harming the man beside him; touching
even one lock of gorgeous hair on his head made Syn want to shoot
something. He took a deep breath and tried to follow the directions
Furi was giving him. He pulled up to a small house on the corner in
a quiet neighborhood.

“
This is your house?” Syn
asked.

“
Um. No, I rent the small
basement apartment. It’s clean and safe,” Furi said
quietly.

Syn discreetly looked
around the street. He didn’t want to scare Furi, but Syn was at
defcon 3 now that he knew some bastard might want to hurt his
man.
My man. Putting the cart before the
horse again.
He didn’t want to push Furi,
didn’t want to make him feel inferior or weak, but the urge to
protect was there, and it was powerful. Furi was strong, he’d
experienced the man’s force a couple times, but everyone needed
help sometimes. Syn was just the man to help. That’s what he was
good at, damn good at.

Syn cleared his throat. He wanted to
ask but was hesitant to. He didn’t want to be rebuffed. Furi was
excellent at that. Syn had to try anyway. “Can I come in?” Syn
asked, sounding a little more nervous than he wanted to.

Furi looked away from the street at
Syn. “Why?”

“
I just want to
talk.”

“
Just talk?”

“
Yes.” Syn crooked up one
side of his mouth.

“
My place is it’s um,
small. I don’t have much furniture.” Furi ran his hand through his
hair, pulling on the ends. Syn was realizing that’s what Furi did
when he was nervous or upset.

“
I’m not concerned with
interior design right now, Furious,” Syn told him
honestly.

Furi snorted, “Okay.” He got out of
the truck and Syn followed him around to the back of the house. Syn
glanced behind him as Furi dug for his keys. He heard a noise in
the neighboring yard and instinctively moved in close to Furi’s
back, acting as a shield.

“
It’s okay, detective.
That’s Mr. Wiggins letting his cat in.”

Furi opened the door and flicked on a
light switch. Syn stepped in and made a quick survey of his
surroundings. The two-room apartment contained minimal furniture. A
full-sized bed was neatly made against the far wall. The kitchen,
if you can call a mini fridge, microwave and a two-burner stove a
kitchen, was right in front of them. Syn saw a single pane window
right behind a small television. It didn’t look very secure. “Is
there another door or any other exits?”

Furi snapped at him. “I don’t need
your protection or for you to map out an escape route
for–”

“
Answer my question!” Syn
barked, cutting off Furi’s rant. He grabbed Furi’s arm and pulled
him to his chest. “You told me that your ex-husband will eventually
come to hurt you, and you think I’m not going to do something about
it? Well, sorry, you told the wrong guy. Yes, I’m a cop. I also
want to be more than that to you, so that basically earns you
double protection. Get the fuck over it.”

Syn took a deep breath and rubbed
Furi’s arm, trying to ease the sting of his words. “I’m sorry.
Someone hurting you doesn’t sit well with me.”

Furi smiled at him; an actual full on,
wide smile, and it took Syn’s breath away. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,”
Syn whispered.

“
Come here.” Furi pulled
him to the small couch. He draped his coat over the back and Syn
did the same.

He sat down and tried not to squirm as
Furi stared at him, took all of him in, from head-to-toe. His
midnight eyes ghosted over Syn’s two Glocks. His badge clipped on
his jeans. Syn also had a large phone clipped to his belt along
with a two-way radio. He had his suppressor and handcuffs on his
left side. He also had his .22 strapped to his ankle. It could seem
like a lot to a person at first, but hopefully Furi would get used
to it.

Furi tucked a few loose strands of
hair behind his ear, and brought his dark gaze back to Syn's “So
you’re not just a Detective, you’re a Sergeant. Maybe I should call
you Sarge.”

“
Maybe you should call me
Syn. I actually prefer it. Or if you want, you can call me
Corbin.”

“
That’s your first
name?”

“
Yes, but only my team
calls me Sarge or Syn.” Syn moved a little closer in the tight
space and reached behind Furi to pull the band from his hair,
letting it fall freely. “Just call me by my name,
please.”

Furi’s eyes shuttered, his head
dropping back into Syn's palm as he ran his fingers through the
thick strands of Furi's hair. Their thighs rubbed together and Syn
immediately wanted more contact. But Syn didn’t know if he was
ready for what Furi did next. Furi rose up and straddled Syn’s lap,
settling down on top of him.

“
Oh fuck,” Syn hissed.
Furi stared down at him through long, dark lashes.

Furi’s cock ground into
Syn’s pelvis, making him groan at how close he was already.
Goddamnit.
Syn let his
head fall back against the back of the couch as Furi licked and
kissed his way down his chin and back up to his mouth. Syn placed
his hands on Furi’s hips and let his hands follow Furi’s gyrations.
Syn didn’t think he’d ever felt anything that wonderful. “Oh shit,
Furious. Don’t make me come in my fucking jeans.”

“
Mmmm, Syn,” Furi moaned
against the shell of his ear.

Finally. Oh god.
Syn grabbed two fist-fulls of hair and ravaged
Furi’s mouth. Syn licked and bit every place he could reach. He’d
never thought hearing his name spoken would cause an erotic rush
deep within him.

“
Damn. You’re so fucking
sexy,” Syn growled. He was losing control fast. He wanted to throw
Furi down and rut against him until he couldn’t see straight. Syn’s
head was clouded with pleasure as he begin to thrust up, seeking
more contact. He rubbed his hands over muscular thighs before
working his way back to Furi’s tight ass. So fucking tight. He
massaged those supple mounds over and over again, squeezing his
eyes shut at the image of burying himself into Furi’s heat. “Fuck,
Furious, I’m getting too close,” Syn moaned, squeezing Furi’s ass
hard enough to hurt. This is what ecstasy felt like. He’d never
experienced it before, never knew what being high felt like, but
what he was feeling had to be as close as it got.

Syn was wrong.

Furi slithered down his body, landing
on his knees between Syn’s thighs. Skilled hands begin to unfasten
his belt, while piercing lust-filled eyes stared up at him. Furi
had Syn exactly where he wanted him. Under his complete control.
Syn would’ve said or done anything Furi wanted, as long as he kept
looking at him like that and moaning his name.

Furi got Syn’s pants undone and tapped
his hips for him to lift up so Furi could pull his pants down along
with all that damn hardware. Furi pulled Syn’s boxers down with his
pants and let them pool in a heap at his boots. Furi panted hot
breaths over his straining cock, not touching, not licking, just
breathing on it. “Jesus,” Syn gasped, closing his eyes at the
intensity of it all. The way he was feeling right now, there was no
denying Syn's true nature.

“
Look at me,” Furi ordered
in a deep rumble. “Watch every second of this.”

Syn fought to hold up his head, his
lids weighed down by his arousal. He watched Furi stick out his
thick, pink tongue and run the flat of it up the long vein on the
underside of Syn’s cock. He ground his teeth together to keep from
yelling loud enough to wake Furi’s landlord upstairs. Syn clenched
his fist at his sides, not knowing what the hell to do with his
hands. If he buried them in Furi’s hair right now, he just might
make the man bald when he came.

Furi swirled his warm tongue around
the head of his dick and speared the slit with the tip of his
tongue.

“
Oh my fucking god,” Syn
whimpered.

“
Mmm, that feel good,
Syn?” Furi mouthed over the sensitive head.

“
Yes. Yes, Furi.” There
was no way he was going to last. Syn could try to quote every
statute he knew as a distraction, he was still gonna shoot in less
than a minute. Like a forty-year old virgin.

Furi opened those sexy lips wide and
took all of him into that warm cavern. Syn wasn’t hung like a
horse, but he wasn’t ashamed by what he had. Furi moaned as if
Syn’s cock was the best tasting thing in the world, and he wasn’t
sure if he was going to be able to remain still much longer. Syn’s
thighs burned from tensing them, his abs clenched tight, his biceps
flexed, his whole body was reacting. Furi’s mouth was down against
his pubes, swallowing, his throat contracting around the head.
Syn’s eyes rolled back in his head and he just barely groaned a
warning to Furi, “I’m fucking coming. Augh! Now!”

Syn felt sharp teeth drag up his
length, delivering a vicious blow of erotic pain before Furi licked
the sting away and sucked hard on his cock head while pulling
firmly at the base, jacking him swiftly. Syn couldn’t sit still and
he couldn’t keep his hands down any longer, he buried them in
Furi’s hair as he vaulted his upper body up and bowed over Furi’s
head, groaning deep from the power of his orgasm. He thrust up once
into that pretty mouth and shot deep into his man’s throat. The
next burst of come made Syn’s mouth drop open on a soundless cry,
his body slamming back hard against the worn cushions of the couch,
the force of it catching him off guard. “Fuuuuuck, Furious,” he
moaned, thrusting up again, feeling another blast rip from his
balls. His body shook like he was freezing cold. His dick refused
to stop spurting. Furi swallowed all of it, licking and lapping at
his cock like it held his life’s nourishment.

Syn was totally consumed, feeling
drunk from the powerful orgasm. He didn’t think he’d ever come that
hard before. No, he knew he’d never come that hard before. His cock
was still twitching deliciously when Furi climbed onto his lap,
ferociously grinding his stiff cock into Syn's hard abs. Yes, god
he wanted to make Furi come too; make him feel just as good as he
felt right now.

“
Damn you come hard.
Fuckin’ loved it,” Furi whispered against his cheek, some of his
own sweet nectar dripping from the corner of that talented
mouth.

Syn was just barely getting his vision
to focus when he heard a loud knock at the door that had Syn
yanking Furi off him while simultaneously pulling his gun from his
holster. With Furi tucked safely behind him, Syn pulled his pants
up, needing to get his dick back into them before he could fully
protect Furi. He looked back at him. “Are you expecting someone?”
Syn’s voice was firm but quiet.

“
No,” Furi whispered back,
looking nervously at Syn’s weapon.

Syn moved them both behind the couch
into a better position. He thought for a second and then pulled his
Glock’s suppressor from its holder and quickly screwed it on. He
didn’t want to give Furi’s landlord a coronary if he had to shoot.
He moved Furi along, keeping him safely behind him. Another round
of loud pounding came.

“
What the hell?” Furi
hissed.