Inland empire by James Buchanan

Author:James Buchanan [Buchanan, James]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Nick stretched in the pre-dawn darkness. The world came into a comfortable grey, soft focus.

Sheets tangled his legs. Warm and yielding, the bed cradled him in his drowsy, I don’t want to

get up state. He rolled over, searching for the body he’d gotten damn used to. Two weeks

tomorrow. It was the longest they’d ever been together at one stretch. Hell, it was the longest

Nick had lived, even temporarily, with someone other than his ex, Jake. Now if he could only get

Brandon to relax enough to enjoy it, they’d be okay.

Although the sheets were still warm from his presence, Brandon wasn’t in the bed. Nick sighed

and squirmed. There were a few other things that his body had gotten used to first thing in the

morning. With Brandon’s schedule, first thing in the morning often translated to around nine

a.m. The two to twelve shift... well, being a night owl, Nick could get used to a schedule like

that. Another stretch and Nick’s shoulder popped. He slid his hand down to rub his half hard

prick.

He wanted.

He wanted Brandon.

With a yawn, Nick slid out of the bed. There was only one other place Brandon could be, at least

if he hadn’t left to go find coffee or something. The thin strip of light seeping under the

bathroom door told Nick he was right. That and the drizzle sounding in the shower. Nice beds,

but lousy water pressure: you couldn’t have everything in a hotel. As Nick wandered over,

Brandon’s voice caught his attention. Hand on the handle, Nick paused and pressed his ear to the

door. His cop was singing in the shower. Nick snorted to himself and tried to make out the

words. So deep and rich, hell, Brandon could read the phone book and have girls swooning.

Barry White, eat your heart out.

For a moment Nick just enjoyed listening. Brandon kept it soft, probably because of where they

were. Something by Type-O Negative, Nick couldn’t quite place the lyrics to the song. Shaking

his head, he pushed the door open and blinked in the assault of harsh light. First, Nick had to take

care of the other early morning necessity. The singing stopped as Nick stepped across the room.

Brandon pushed back the curtain and leaned out of the bath. “Hey, you.” He mumbled in a voice

still heavy with sleep. God, the guy was sexy. Sometimes, just how sexy blindsided Nick. A

labyrinth of ink wove over Brandon’s shoulders and around his arms. Tight abs and pecs

channeled water into interesting patters across his lean body. If he hadn’t been a cop, Brandon

could have been a model. Not that he was pretty in the traditional model way. A rough sexuality

suffused his square jawed face and smoked in those crystal blue eyes. It rocked Nick every time.

“You’re up early.” The words came out as half a yawn.

In response, Brandon added his own massive yawn. “Would you quit that?” Brandon ran one big

hand through his damp black hair. “I tossed and turned a lot, finally gave up and got up.”

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“Couldn’t sleep?” Nick shook it off and then reached over to run his thumb across Brandon’s

pierced brow.

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