Somebody to Love (Tyler Jamison #1) - April Wilson Page 0,108

how I’m going to take you up here, because there’s no bed.”

He laughs. “We don’t need a bed.”

I race downstairs to Ian’s bedroom and grab a condom and lube. I also grab a hand towel, in case we need it for clean-up.

When I return to the roof, I find him standing at the glass wall looking out toward the lake. My breath catches in my chest as I stare at him, the contours of his body illuminated by moonlight. He reminds me of a Grecian statue, pure male perfection... tall, lean, cut muscles. His legs go on forever, and his cock juts out from his loins, thick and long, begging for attention. He takes my breath away.

“So, how do we do this?” I say, unable to take my eyes off him.

“We can do it standing up,” he says. “Or…” He grins as he points at the futon. “You can lie on the futon and let me ride you like a cowboy.”

The mental image alone puts a smile on my face. “Definitely that last one.”

“Cowboy it is. Yeehaw!”

Chapter 39

Tyler Jamison

On Monday morning, after showering and dressing for work, I stand at the side of the bed and watch Ian sleeping. He looks so peaceful that I hate to wake him. But I know it would be a mistake if I didn’t.

Leaning down, I place a gentle kiss on his temple. “I’m heading to work now,” I whisper.

He wakes with a start, and it takes him a second to orient himself. When he does, he rolls to his back and gives me a lazy smile. “Have a great day,” he mumbles sleepily.

The sheet has slipped down to his waist, and I have a front row view of his piercings. My gaze skims down his torso to his happy trail, and I smile. This beautiful man is mine.

I press a kiss to his lips. “Thanks. You, too.”

I smile as he rolls over onto his belly and closes his eyes with a contented sigh. “Sweet dreams, baby,” I whisper, forcing myself to walk away.

It feels weird going our separate ways today after having spent an entire three-day weekend together. It’s back to business as usual. I’m heading to work, and he’s having lunch with Miguel today. And later this afternoon, he’s meeting up with his sister. He wants to personally evaluate her new bodyguard.

My day turns out to be pretty quiet, and I’m afraid it’s the calm before the storm. We still haven’t heard a peep out of Brad Turner, and my gut tells me he’s biding his time. But I have no idea he’s going to strike out at me. I guess I’ll deal with that when the time comes.

I’m holed up in my office for most of the day, catching up on e-mails, reading forensics reports, DNA test results, the usual stuff. Captain Walker assigns me to a new case: a stabbing death in Rogers Park. Fortunately, there were two eyewitnesses, so it should be an easy case to resolve.

By mid-morning, I can’t resist sending Ian a text.

How’s it going? – me

I receive a reply just a minute later.

Good. Getting ready to meet Miguel. We might take the boat out. – me

At lunch time, I drive out to Roger’s Park to interview the two witnesses to the stabbing death. Turns out it was a drug deal that went south. The dealer was stabbed and killed by a paranoid customer hyped up on heroin. The customer thought the dealer was an undercover cop, and the transaction didn’t end well for the dealer.

The dealer was only nineteen years old. He never even got a chance to turn his life around. The killer is a forty-seven-year-old man with a history of mental illness. It’s an easy arrest. I head back to the office to file a report and oversee the booking.

By late afternoon, I find my mind drifting constantly to Ian. I wonder what he’s doing. After spending an entire weekend with him, it feels odd to be apart from him.

After leaving the office, I’m feeling out of sorts. Ian’s still at his parents’ house visiting his sister, so I decide to do something productive with my time instead of wondering when Ian will be home.

I head to my condo, which I’ve been neglecting lately. I need to collect the mail, empty the trash, and clean out some food in the fridge that has probably gone past its use-by date. I also need to do laundry and pick up some more clothes to take to