GENRE: Gay Interracial Mystery Spicy Romance
LENGTH: 13,315 words
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Scott O’Hara and Edgar Lopez have been partners in the homicide unit of Haydon Cliff’s Police Department for the last couple of years. Edgar is openly gay and a bit of a player. Though Scott is also gay he keeps it to himself. Even from Edgar.

Until one night, when a slightly drunk Scott initiates sex between them.

Scott doesn’t expect the sex to be repeated. He doesn’t do one-night stands or fuck-buddies. But Edgar has other ideas and Scott can’t seem to resist his sexy partner.

While they try to solve the mystery of who is murdering Haydon Cliff’s homeless, they also try to solve the mystery of whether Edgar’s heart can really be unobtainable.

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

It had been a long day -- they were always long -- when I headed out to my car after my shift was over. Edgar had walked out with me and made for his motorcycle.

“Hey, Scott?”

I stopped as I was about to open my car door. “Yeah?”

Edgar looked more than a little uncomfortable. “Want to go get a drink or something?”

And though he’d asked, his expression said that was exactly the last thing he wanted to do. Fortunately I would save him from such a fate.

“Nah, that’s okay. Not much in the mood.” I opened the door. “Catch you later, Edgar. Good night.”

And I got in without giving him a chance for anymore awkward invitations.

I stopped on the way home for a drive-thru fast food dinner and was pulling into my reserved parking space at my apartment complex when I noticed Edgar waiting next to his motorcycle. He was parked in a visitor spot.

“You forget something?” I asked, not bothering to hide my confusion. And perhaps a hint of irritation. Because yeah, I was annoyed that he just showed up without notice.

Edgar nodded but he didn’t say a word. He just followed me up the stairs to my second floor apartment.

“I didn’t get you anything,” I said, holding up my bag of food as I stuck the key in the lock.

“Not hungry,” was his only response. He seemed impatient, agitated. I wasn’t sure why.

With a shake of my head I turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door. Edgar waited for me to precede him and then he kicked the door shut behind us. I started to turn away toward the kitchen when he reached for my bag of fast food and tossed it on the nearby hall table where I usually set my keys and mail.

“Hey, what are you --”

He had me up against the wall and despite the fact I was the taller one of us, he easily overpowered me with his strength. He grabbed my wrists and held my arms high above my head as he ground the hard bulge in his pants against me.

His lips smothered the protest I was about to make, his tongue thrusting inside my mouth, rubbing against the roof of my mouth before settling into a tangle with mine.

I felt my own cock rise in reaction, pushing against my briefs and zipper of my jeans. He’d somehow managed to trap my legs so I couldn’t move them, because if I had been able to I would have probably kneed him in the crotch. Because this ... this wasn’t supposed to be happening again.

And yet it was.