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down the back of my neck. He was thrusting so hard, so good.

My ass rose to meet him, granting him better

access, deeper, harder. Then he groaned long and loud,

"Oh, gonna come," and I could feel his cock swell and empty into the condom inside me.

He slumped down on top of me, resting his entire weight on my back. In between ragged breaths, he kissed my shoulder, my neck, and the back of my head before he pulled out of me. He rolled us onto our sides, wrapped his arms completely around me, and we drifted off to sleep.

I wasn't kidding when I'd told him in his kitchen if he kissed me I wouldn't be leaving any time soon. Because it wasn't until almost midnight on Sunday night I dragged myself out of his bedroom, after an entire weekend of sex, and made myself go home.

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Chapter 6

Over the next four weeks, we saw each other almost constantly. When I wasn't working, I stayed at his place.

He'd been to my house a few times, but considering it was likely any of the guys I worked with could just turn up uninvited, we opted to stay at his place. We'd spend daylight hours talking and laughing and nighttime hours exploring each other's bodies. We kept our boxing sessions as per normal. The guys from work liked him, and treated him like one of the boys.

No one suspected a thing.

Mitch knew something was different. I was happier, he said. He'd catch me smiling, and he'd call me on it. He presumed, like they all did, it was a woman behind my newfound happiness, but I admitted to nothing.

I didn't deny or confirm Mitch's suspicions, which according to him, confirmed his suspicions.

He'd been my partner for two years, so of course he'd notice. But he also knew I was a private guy, so thankfully he didn't push me on it. I most certainly didn't bring it up.

But he commented on how '
she'
must be someone special, because he'd never seen me so happy.

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And apart from the '
she'
distinction, he was very fucking right. I'd never been so happy.

It was a very lazy Sunday morning in bed—we'd

been together for four weeks— and I told Kira how Mitch could see how happy I was. I explained how he kept making 'she' comments about the presumed female reason behind my smile.

"He says he knows I'm seeing someone because of how much easier I am to get along with."

Kira smiled, and as he traced his fingers along my jaw, he said, "You mean, you're less sexually frustrated."

I laughed and nodded. "That too."

He hooked his leg over mine. "It has nothing to do with how your dreamy boyfriend cooks you dinner or puts up with your crap taste in movies."

Dreamy boyfriend.

Boyfriend
.

We'd not used labels before. "Boyfriend, huh?"

For the first time, I saw doubt in his eyes. Normally so confident and forthright, he swallowed and nodded.

With hesitation and hope in his eyes, he said, "Well, I um… kinda thought…"

I smiled as I pulled his arm so he slid on top of me, and I hooked my legs around his thighs. "Well, boyfriend,"

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I said with a smile in my voice, "why don't you fuck me like a boyfriend should?"

He chuckled into my neck, playfully biting me, nipping and kissing all the skin he could reach. When he finally,
finally
pushed inside of me, his hands gripped me as he buried himself, so deep, so right. His fingers dug into my skin as he held me too tightly, but still not tight enough.

His lips and his tongue were fucking my mouth while he fucked my ass with his dick, and he consumed all of me.

He pushed my legs higher, almost folding me in half, and every inch of him was buried inside me. He rocked and ground his hips, drilling me deeper and deeper, and I held his face between my hands. I whispered against his lips, "You feel so good inside me."

He grunted and shuddered, his whole body

convulsing as he stilled over me, inside me, filling the condom again and again.

When he led me into the bathroom and into the

shower, Kira declared one orgasm between us was not enough. He dropped to his knees in front of me, and I held onto the walls at my sides. As the warm water washed over my head, he cupped my balls in one hand and pumped my shaft in the other while he sucked on the head.

Except I took my hands off the walls to grip his hair as my cock erupted in his throat, and we overbalanced, or

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fell, or slid, or something, because we ended up on the floor in the shower, a jumbled mess of limbs and laughter.

We were still chuckling as we made it to the kitchen to find something to eat when there was a knock at the door.

I froze.

Just like that, this perfect little bubble I'd lived in for the last four weeks burst. I couldn't be seen here. There was no explanation I could give to justify why I was there.

"Expecting someone?"

Kira looked at me, and he could tell I was worried.

Then a female voice says, "Kira! You home?"

Kira groaned. "It's just my mom."

Oh.

His mom.

Did boyfriends meet moms? I guess they did.

Well, I guessed I was about to.

Kira disappeared, and by the time I got to the kitchen door, in barreled a tiny, Japanese woman. She had straight, jet black hair to her shoulders, and she was letting Kira have it. She pointed her finger up at him. "You haven't called us or come to see us in weeks!" Then she threw up her hands and spoke in broken Japanese-English. "What for? Why you not call me?"

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Kira looked at me, trying not to smile. "Ah, Mom, I'd like you to meet Matthew Elliott," he said. Then he grinned. "My boyfriend. Matt, this is my mother, Yumi."

Yumi turned to look at me. "Oh," she said quietly.

"Oh, you the boy off the television."

I crossed the room and extended my hand to her.

"Nice to meet you."

She took my hand in a small, but firm grip. "So, you're the reason why my Kira disappear for four weeks?"

"Um…"

Kira interrupted, saving me. "Mom, where's Dad?"

"He park the car. I came up to see if you are still alive. Could have been dead for all I know."

Kira grinned and rolled his eyes. "It's okay, Mom.

I've been in very safe hands." Then he leaned in and whispered to her, "Matt's a policeman."

Oh, my God.

I couldn't believe he just said that.

Yumi swatted her son's arm. "Don't want details."

Kira laughed, and Yumi shook her head at him.

"Why you not call me to tell me you got a boyfriend?"

He didn't answer her question, but pacified her with a hug instead. She grumbled at him, but she smiled just as there was another knock at the door. Kira went to the front door and came back with a man who could only be his

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father. I knew where Kira got his height from. The man who walked in was tall, about six foot three, dark hair, olive skin.

"Matt, this is my dad, Salvidore Franco. We call him Sal," Kira explained, but then quickly moved his hands, and I realized a little belatedly, he was signing.

Kira's father was deaf.

I shook his hand, mumbled my hellos, completely unprepared to be meeting the parents. I don't think I'd ever

'met the parents' before. It was a little daunting.

Kira's father, Sal, quickly signed something to which Yumi laughed, and Kira grinned at me. "My dad says you look taller on TV."

I think I snorted, and I could feel my face heat with embarrassment as the three of them looked at me and smiled.

Over the next two hours, I came to realize Kira's family was very close, very open about everything, and very, very funny.

I knew now why Kira was always smiling, because his mom and dad were too.

Yumi, all of five feet tall, still nagged Kira about being so distracted and for at least not calling to let them know he was okay. Then she turned on me, making me promise to make him call.

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I quickly deduced Sal read lips, because they didn't sign everything they said, but when Sal had something to say, Kira translated the sign language for me. Sal told me when Kira didn't at least phone his mother, he was the one who suffered. Sal grinned, Kira laughed, and Yumi scowled at them both.

Yumi talked almost nonstop, making up for the fact that Sal didn't say a word. I liked them. They were very familial, and it was obvious they adored their son. We were invited for lunch the next weekend, and when I explained my job wasn't exactly Monday to Friday, Yumi simply clicked her tongue. "Then you come for dinner through the week."

She was a tenacious little thing, and while it was obvious Kira got his height and looks from his dad, he got the 'take no crap' kickboxing attitude from his mother.

Early afternoon soon became late afternoon, and just as Yumi suggested dinner, my phone beeped.

"It's work. I gotta go in," I told them, reading the message.

"More bad guys?" Kira asked.

I nodded. "There's always more bad guys."

I wasn't really ready for this weekend to be over, but I had to bid them farewell regardless. I shook Sal's hand and told Yumi I promised to keep Kira in line.

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Kira laughed and kissed me, right on the lips, right in front of them.

Before I had time to be embarrassed, Yumi grinned up at her son. "I like him."

Kira looked at me and smiled. "I'm rather fond of him, too."

I grinned all the way to my place to get changed.

Then I grinned all the way to work. Not that I'd told Kira how I felt, but if by 'fond of' he meant can't-stop-thinking-about, or wanted-to-spend-all-my-time-with, or completely-besotted-with, then yes, I was rather
fond
of him too.

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Chapter 7

I walked into the office to find Mitch, Kurt, and Tony already there. I still couldn't help but grin at work, and of course they noticed. Kurt nodded smugly at me.

"You're awfully happy to be called into work on a Sunday night."

"You're last here," Tony added. "You're never the last one here."

I ignored them, and Mitch smiled at me. He said nothing. He knew there was a reason behind my smile, and for him that was enough. I guess he was just happy I was happy. I smiled back at him, leaning against the table next to him, waiting for Ross.

Our boss, Commanding Officer Ross Berkman,

walked in. He was a tall, well-built man with a gray military-style haircut and a no-nonsense stare that scared the shit out of the probationaries. He was a hard-ass, strict but fair. I liked him.

"Someone's taken over Tomic's cartel," he said, no introduction, no pleasantries. "The word on the street is as though Tomic never left. Just business as usual. Someone's picked up right where the slimebag left off."

I could feel that stab of instinct in my gut. It burned and twisted, and sent gooseflesh over up my arms.

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I
knew
something wasn't right with that case.

Mitch looked at me as though he could read my

mind, but before either one of us could say anything, Ross gave Tony and Kurt their orders. "Milic, Webber, see what you can find out in the light district." Then Ross looked at me and Mitch. "Elliott, Seaton, see what your snitch has to say."

"I don't need to remind you," Ross reminded us anyway, "Tomic's court case is in just over two months. We need this case watertight or the bastard will walk." The older man looked at the four of us and said, "Be careful,"

before walking out the door.

So we did what we always did. Kurt and Tony went in one direction, Mitch and me in the other, and when we were done, we'd meet up at HQ and trade information.

On our way to the wharves, Mitch kept looking at me and smiling.

"What?" I asked him.

"So," he said with a grin. "Gonna give me a name?"

"Ferret."

He snorted. "Not the snitch's name, smartass. The reason behind that smile."

My chest tightened, and my stomach knotted. I

rolled my eyes at him and decided looking out the window to the darkened streets was safer than answering.

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"Oh, come on," he said with a frustrated sigh.

"Jesus, Matt. I'm your fucking partner. The least you can do is give me a name."

So this was it. A sliver of information. I risked giving myself away if I did tell him, but I risked more by not giving him this. It was just a name. A name that most people associated with a woman, not a man. Surely this wouldn't out me…

I looked at Mitch and swallowed hard. I tried to speak, but I needed to push the air out to make the sound, and still nothing would come.

I looked back out the window. It was easier if I didn't look at him.

My voice was quiet, but he heard me just fine.

"Kira."

"Keira?" he repeated. "As in Keira Knightley?"

Then his eyes went huge, and he cried, "Oh fuck, it's not
actually
Keira Knightley, is it? Is
that
the reason for the secrecy?"