Nothing Special VI: His Hart's Command, page 16
part #6 of Nothing Special Series
“This is still my task force, Ivan,” God snapped.
Hart was still glaring at Ruxs, Green, Tech, and Steele. “Until I’m satisfied that the four of you can think clearly in the field and be able to react without putting innocent lives in danger…your team is grounded.”
“Hart! Come on, man!” God yelled.
There was collective grumbles and curses around the room as the men began to drop dejectedly into their chairs.
“Save it, Cash. I’m doing the right thing and you know it,” Hart argued.
“They made a mistake. You can’t predict what’s gonna happen out there. You, of all people, should know that, Hart,” God tried to reason.
“It’s not one mistake.” Hart got back in his face. “They’ve made far too many in the last three months alone. My answer is final. You get your fucking cowboys under control, Cash, or I’ll ground this damn department for so long you’ll forget the purpose of your fucking task force.”
Hart
“Ivan.”
“Hmm.”
“I wanna say something and I don’t want you to take it the wrong way, okay?”
Hart glanced over at Free in the passenger seat of his truck—safe and sound. He had a feeling he knew what Free was going to say. He didn’t care. He hadn’t overreacted. Free could’ve been taken away from him before he’d even got a chance to truly have him. All because God’s men went after their targets without fear and oftentimes without consequence. Hart didn’t back up recklessness. His team’s and the public’s safety always came first.
“Would you have still grounded the team if I hadn’t been with them?” Free asked.
“Yes,” Hart replied without hesitation.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve seen the guys make mistakes worse than that and you didn’t shut them down. Especially Ruxs and Green. They’re known for the trouble they cause and the destruction they make. It’s all a part of their charm. What about last month when Green accidentally blew up the back of that funeral home?”
“The people in there were already dead,” Hart said dryly.
“What about when Ruxs chased that guy into the movie theater last week and damaged the screen?”
Hart rolled his eyes. “Any theater still playing Gotti deserved it.”
Free laughed. “Okay, funny man. What about the guys’ last surveillance? It was supposed to be a simple recon job on a meth lab, but they had the wrong address. It was a mistake that ended up with SWAT, two choppers and the game warden being called.”
“Now that wasn’t reckless. That was fun as shit.” Hart laughed loudly. “You remember how many freakin’ chickens were in that place?”
Free laughed with him. He was glad they’d gotten to a lighter place and Hart was smiling.
“Their jobs are unpredictable. Don’t be too hard on them, please. I messed up too, whether anyone wants to say it or not. I’ve been these guys’ tech for months now, I should’ve known better than to try to get a picture like that.”
“True,” Hart said simply.
Free scoffed.
“What? I’m just agreeing with you.”
Free shoved him. “Whatever.”
“God and I will take a look at your photos tomorrow after we get out of the chief’s hot seat. Your picture might be our only saving grace. If you got a clear shot, we’ll try to meet with a couple lieutenants in the organized crime unit to see about starting surveillance on the judge. Hopefully, have some good intel to report might to make all of that headache worth it.” Hart turned into his driveway, raising the garage door with his remote. He slowly pulled to a stop next to Free’s scooter and turned off the engine.
“Then we’ll all be working together nicely again, yes?” Free rubbed his hand up Hart’s thigh, stopping just before his groin.
“Maybe,” Hart rumbled. “Like I said. Not until I’m fully satisfied.”
He liked how that came out. Free’s eyes burned with desire. “I want you to be very satisfied, Ivan.”
Hart felt his dick rising in his slacks. Free’s voice sounded full of dirty promises in the darkness of his garage. “Let’s go inside.”
Free hurried out of the truck, grabbing his laptop bag and backpack from last night. He stood behind Hart as he unlocked the side door.
“When did Steele say he was bringing your camper?”
“After he finished his report,” Free answered.
“That could be late,” Hart said, nonchalantly.
“It was really nice of him to offer to do that, was it not?”
“It’s actually the least he could do,” Hart grumbled, heading toward his office. He heard Free on his heels, his loud sigh of exasperation ringing in his ears.
“Why are you being so stubborn?” Free stood in his doorway while Hart sat in his Scarface-style desk chair and locked away his badge and service weapon.
“I’m not.” Hart spun his chair around. “I wonder how Steele would feel if I grabbed his boyfriend and ran off with him into the middle of a gunfight. I’m sure the Marine would have my neck dislocated in seconds.”
Free stood there staring at him for a long moment before a shy grin formed on his lips. “Boyfriend?”
Hart reared back, chuckling awkwardly. “Hadn’t realized I said that.”
Free set his bags at his feet and came into the room. “Is that something you want?”
“A boyfriend?” Hart’s voice was low. “Yeah. I would.”
“Can’t say I’ve ever really had one myself,” Free murmured. He fidgeted in front of him, picking at his fingernails and eyeing Hart’s lap.
“C’mere, baby,” Hart said, pulling Free’s wrist until he was standing between his legs. He sat him on his right thigh and looked up into soulful brown eyes. “Sounds like we both missed out on a lot.”
“Yeah,” Free whispered.
Their lips met slowly. Softly. He wrapped his arms around Free and settled more comfortably into his chair, taking Free with him. He loved the way those long fingers automatically found his beard. He gripped the back of Free’s neck and angled his head in a different direction, deepening the kiss. There was so much moaning, slurping and ‘unnhs’, that Hart couldn’t distinguish whose they were.
“I’m so glad you’re okay, Len,” Hart whispered against Free’s throat. “You scared me half to death. You sure your body feels okay?”
“I’m perfect.” Free smoothed his hand over his scalp then down the back of his neck. Hart leaned into the magnificent touch. The sensations felt amplified. He held Free tighter than he had last night.
Because last night, thugs hadn’t tried to run him off the road.
Hart bit at Free’s tender throat while those nimble fingers fumbled with the buttons on his wrinkled dress shirt. The way he was being undressed, with frantic, jerky motions as if Free couldn’t move fast enough made him feel incredible. When Free threw his other leg over his left thigh and straddled his lap, he felt like a fucking king.
“Damn.” Hart groaned as Free’s expression morphed from want to full-blown hunger when he splayed his shirt open then raised his undershirt, revealing his hairy chest. Free clawed at his stomach, up to his pecs.
“Ivan. I don’t know if I wanna just stare or…fuck.” Free bent slowly and licked over Hart’s nipple, making him groan embarrassingly loud. “Yeah. I knew you’d like that.”
Hart gripped Free’s hips when he shifted closer. His dick was solid, stretched uncomfortably along his thigh. Hart was glad Free was content to take the lead for a while. There were moments when he felt like a complete virgin, but he was grateful for Free’s patience. However, Hart didn’t want to wait any longer. Free was the one he wanted to experience all of this with.
Free went to the other nipple and laved on it just as tenderly. His tongue felt like warm satin. He reclined them as far as could before spreading his arms and enjoying the worship Free was giving him. Damn, that’s good. Free held on to his shoulders, massaging and squeezing them while his tongue kept swiping over the hair on his nipples. He rocked his hips back and forth, making Hart’s toes curl in his dress shoes.
“I think I might be just a little bit addicted to you,” Free whispered in Hart’s ear with that faint British accent.
Oh my god.
Free licked along his pulse, up to his ear, then sucked the fleshy part into his mouth. Hart thrust upwards while his hands went back to Free’s hips. He had to still him. The pressure, the sheer fucking act of it all, was becoming too much. Hart cupped those round cheeks and squeezed them as if he didn’t know any better.
Free let his earlobe slide between his teeth, making goosebumps flare all over his body. That mouth should’ve been illegal. Free smelled like hot male flesh, sweat and eight-hour old cologne. Fucking perfect.
Free was reaching for his belt buckle and Hart was on board with it, when his stomach choose to growl loudly. So much so, that Free dropped his forehead against his and laughed lightly. “Sounds like you’re hungry for something else…besides me.”
“Grrrr. Both.” Hart stressed with another aggressive kiss that his empty stomach also interrupted with an even longer growl.
“We can get some food in you first, handsome. We got all night, yes?” Free got up and boldly adjusted his erection in front of his face before turning away. Hart followed that gorgeous ass into his kitchen where Free was scanning the various take-out menus he had clipped to a cork board on the side of his refrigerator.
He went and stood beside him, huffing in annoyance. Am I ever gonna have sex?
“So what’s your preference?” Free asked rocking back on the heels of his nice loafers.
“You,” Hart grumbled.
Free smirked and yanked a menu off the board. “Spicy it is.”
Free
Free was sitting with his legs beneath him on the floor in front of Hart’s living room table stuffing himself with Indian takeout. Even though the big guy had refused to get down there with him and enjoy the smorgasbord they had going on. Hart had piled all his food on a plate and was in his micro suede recliner using a TV tray.
“What is this show again?” Free asked, chasing the last of his curried tilapia with a swig of water. “And why don’t they have any clothes on?”
“Naked and Afraid. So, no clothes is the whole point.” Hart wiped his mouth, still staring intently at the screen as if he was watching an Academy Award-winning show. “God has me hooked on it. Remember that mindless TV I was talking about? This is it. So damn ridiculous. But entertaining as shit.”
“Seriously?” Free eyed him skeptically.
“You have something better to watch?” Hart teased, tossing the remote onto the couch cushion.
“I watch movies.”
“Then find us a movie,” Hart said so casually Free found himself smiling like a love-struck fool at how comfortable they’d already become.
“Fine. I will.” Free went to his tablet. “Want genre do you like? Action, horror, sci-fi…romance.”
Hart pushed his tray to the side, his plate mostly empty. He sat back and got comfortable in his over-sized chair, patting his firm belly. He had a thoughtful look on his face. “I don’t mind romance, but I don’t wanna watch any right now.”
Free slowly got to all fours and stalked his way around the table like an in-heat bitch—not at all believing he was doing that, but he kept going anyway—until he was in front of Hart’s knees. Those frigid, topaz-blue eyes were licking up his hot skin, making him vibrate all over. He placed his hands on both thighs and climbed on top of him, easing his weight down.
Hart was pressed against the back cushion, gazing up at him in pleasant surprise. “You really are something else, you know that?” Hart’s smile always touched his heart.
“And I’m your boyfriend,” Free added. He wanted to say that word over and over, all night. His first boyfriend at age thirty-six. A mature, sexy, hella-large, but super sweet bear of his very own. Finally.
“Then let’s do what boyfriends do.” Hart’s hands kneaded his ass through his work pants.
Free leaned forward and pecked his lips, liking the sound of that, too…but first. Free reached over and took a paper napkin from the TV tray and turned back toward Hart’s beard. He had a few flakes of naan caught in the wispy hairs. He gently parted a section and easily plucked the tiny piece of crispy dough then dropped it into the napkin. “We’re gonna do a lot of things boyfriends do, love. Starting tonight. Like finishing dinner, then watching a movie…then going to bed.”
Hart’s hands were tight on his waist while Free spoke, while he removed the last bits of flatbread from his beard for him. When he was done, he carefully raked his fingers through it, becoming mesmerized once again. So perfect.
“Now. Let’s decide on a movie. I like horror myself but…” Free’s voice trailed off and his fingers fell from Hart’s beard when he stared up into frozen eyes.
“What…what’s the matter?” he stammered. Hart was staring at him as if he was overwhelmed.
“Nothing. Sorry. I um.” Hart cleared his throat, “It’s just. I like it when you touch me like that. I’ve always wanted that.”
“You should know by now how much I love it,” Free said softly, noting how raw Hart’s voice sounded.
“I do know. I don’t doubt you anymore, Len. But when you did that just now…with the crumbs. You did it like it was something so simple, just chatting away, with no clue that you’re making me fall so damn hard for you.” Hart huffed a shaky breath, as if he was trying to keep himself together.
“Ivan,” Free breathed. He had to kiss him. He wanted to tell him that he’d been falling for him for quite some time, but he wanted Hart to know he wasn’t just saying it back because he’d said it. Free leaned in and kissed him like Hart liked to be kissed. He held his beard in one hand and the back of his smooth head with the other. This kiss was as heated as the spices that lingered on Hart’s tongue.
Hart reached over the side of the chair and pressed a button that made it whirr quietly and recline them until they were almost lying flat. Oh yes. The kiss slowed until Free broke apart, panting softly. He caressed the other cheek staring into Hart’s eyes. “I’ve been falling for you, Ivan. I have. I…”
Hart was watching him back with the most incredibly hopeful expression he’d ever seen. And he knew his confession would be safe. He gave him one more kiss that he ended quickly. “Ivan. I—”
The doorbell rang. Hart’s grumbled irritation vibrated both their chests. It was probably Steele with his RV. Free hadn’t moved. His first declaration of love was going to have to wait a moment, but damn he didn’t want to move. Hart squeezed him making him moan and move his hips.
“Mmmmm. You better stop,” Hart rasped.
The doorbell rang.
“I wanna tell you what I have to say,” Free said, going for a spot on Hart’s collarbone.
Hart rubbed his back, cupped his ass and held it there while Free ground down on him. “Damn, baby.”
“I wanna tell you,” Free moaned.
The doorbell rang again.
Hart nudged his forehead against Free’s jaw, “You will. But, first you gotta get the door, or else they’re gonna come beating on the windows.”
Free clenched his teeth as Hart brought the recliner to an upright position. “Get rid of them fast,” Hart ordered.
Free gave him a hungry look and nodded, hurriedly righting his shirt and pants as he made his way to the front door. When he opened it, he hadn’t been expecting to see Steele, Tech and his boss, Day, to be standing there. Feeling a little self-conscious as they smirked at him like clever cats, he stuck his hand out for the keys Tech dangled on one finger.
“Hope we’re not interrupting. What took you so long to answer the door?” Tech grinned.
Free’s face warmed. Because I was trying to tell my boyfriend that I loved him before your impeccable timing ruined it. “We were in the den, and we just finished dinner, thank you so much for bringing my house, I’ll see you guys in the morning, have a good night.” Free ran on in one long sentence with a smile, all while quickly trying to close the door. Steele casually wedged his combat boot in the crack before it could shut.
“How rude,” Day scoffed.
“I know. Rushing us off after we did you this nice favor.” Steele tried to peer around him, the nosy bastard. “Not even gonna invite us in?”
Heck no. “Um. We were just about to watch a movie…so…” Take a hint.
Tech laughed loudly.
“That’s great.” Day smiled and stepped up on the porch, trying to see over Free’s shoulder, but there was no way in hell he was letting Day into the house. Hart had had a trying enough day. “So, he’s in a better mood now, right?”
“Day, what are you—?”
“Evening Captain!” Day yelled too damn close to his ear, and into the quiet house. “Hope you enjoyed your dinner!”
Free winced, pushing Day back.
Day put his hands on his hips. “Is he in there? Can he hear me?”
“The whole neighborhood can hear you,” Steele grated.
“I’ll see you all tomorrow.” Free still wasn’t permitted to close the door as his team stood there like disciplined puppies.
“Is he still going through with the grounding?” Day whispered.
“Yes!” Hart barked from somewhere in the house.
Free shook his head. What the hell was his team trying to pull? Tech grabbed Free’s wrist and yanked him outside as Steele closed the door behind him. Next thing he knew Ruxs and Green came from around the side of the house.
“What the hell?” Free frowned. “What are all y’all doing here? It doesn’t take five people to drop off a small camper.”
“We wanted to make sure you were okay, Free.” Green seemed genuinely worried. “You were in a car chase today. Wanted to see that you were good, man. That was some dangerous shit, and you handled it well.”
“Thanks, Green. I’m good, really.” Free tried to retreat, “So, I’ll just be getting along now, yes?”
“Yeah. You actually look good too,” Tech blurted.
