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“But considering your history with?—”
Didn’t they get that he wasn’t going to give them what they wanted? “My personal opinion isn’t what matters. The jury found him guilty, not me.”
“But I bet?—”
Captain Russell stepped in front of the podium. “I’m sorry, that’s all the questions we have time for. Detective Sadler has cases to get back to.”
Russell and Thornton walked out with Gray as the chief gave a few closing remarks. Gray had been instructed to leave immediately so the reporters couldn’t hound him after the official press conference ended.
“See. I told you things would go well,” Russell said.
Gray didn’t like the satisfied look on her face. Not that he’d wanted to screw up, but having done well, he’d keep getting put in front of the cameras.
“All I did was give a bunch of pat answers. What was the point?”
Russell raised her brows, and Gray realized how pissed off he sounded.
“Sorry, ma’am.”
She nodded. “Apology accepted.” Then she turned to head back into the conference room.
Thornton eyed Gray for a moment, then his expression relaxed. “I guess that’s a fair question.”
“It is,” Gray agreed.
“Russell wanted a statement out there and what you said was perfect. You refused to put the attention on police getting revenge on criminals who go after us.”
Gray nodded. As stupid as it had sounded to him when he was up at the podium, Gray hadn’t said anything that was wholly untrue—if the captain had asked that of him, for him to go against what he believed in, then he would have refused no matter what it meant.
Yes, he was glad to see Benson going to prison, but he also believed in the justice system, or at least, the system as it was meant to be. He wanted the guilty to go to jail, the innocent to go free, and the streets to be safer. Jack always said Gray was a closet romantic, that he’d have made a perfect Old West sheriff, but he just wanted to do right by people.
After the press conference, Gray did his best to follow up on a few leads, but as soon as he could get away with it, he grabbed his jacket and his messenger bag and headed for the elevator, praying no one would try to stop him.
He wished he had a solid lead on the murder case, but overall it had been a good day and it was going to be an even better night. It had been far too long since both Jack and Mason had been home for the evening. He intended to take full advantage of it.
After he started his truck, he texted them both. Heading home early. Need me to pick up dinner?
Made lasagna, Jack responded. We need to keep up our strength.
Mmm. His favorite dinner. Damn right we do.
Gray let himself imagine all the things he wanted to do to his men later. Restrain them. Spank them. Fucking torment them until none of the three of them could stand it any longer. How long had it been since they’d focused on pleasure all fucking night? Way too long. Maybe they’d fuck first and eat dinner later. He threw the truck in reverse and backed out of his spot, hoping he wouldn’t hit any traffic on the way home.
2
Gray unlocked the door and pushed it open, expecting Jack and Mason to be in the kitchen. He sucked in his breath at what he saw. Apparently they were as impatient as he was. Mason was naked, on the couch on all fours. Jack knelt behind him, still wearing shorts and a T-shirt, like he’d just returned from the gym. He had Mason’s ass cheeks spread, and his expression said he was starving, and Mason was a gourmet meal.
“What the hell are you doing?” Gray growled in mock anger, knowing they’d both expect that reaction. They were taunting him, asking to be punished, and he was more than happy to give them what they craved.
“Getting him ready for you,” Jack answered before burying his face in Mason’s ass. Gray couldn’t see the details, but Mason’s moans made it clear exactly what Jack was up to.
“We thought this was what you needed after a hard day on the job,” Mason said between gasps. “Fuck, Jack!” he shouted, shaking his head back and forth. Gray could see the tension in his arms. He knew well how amazing it felt to have Jack use his tongue to open up his ass. Mason was fighting like mad not to come. Time to make that struggle even harder.
Gray unzipped his pants. The sound must have alerted Mason to what was happening, because he looked up, eyes wide. “Open up,” Gray ordered as he pulled his cock out.
Jack paused to watch. “Get a cock ring,” Gray told him. “Then eat his ass until he’s doing his best to beg for more even though my cock is down his throat.”
Jack scrambled off the couch and raced down the hall toward the office/playroom. Gray fought the urge to laugh at his eagerness and held on to the look of arrogant dominance Mason got off on.
