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With a chuckle, Wyatt grabbed his phone from his pocket while leading them to the parking lot. Alister was so aroused that it was a miracle he could walk with an erection throbbing in his shorts.
“I have to take the rest of my shift off,” Wyatt said into the phone while still holding Alister’s hand. “You know exactly how it is.” He paused to listen. “At least I’m not requesting my two weeks until Cannon gets back.” His mate grinned. “I should have known you were just busting my balls. I’ll be in tomorrow. Besides, I have to bring Alister to the station so he can pick up his car.”
He was finally getting his Mercedes back? Alister hadn’t complained about the police keeping it for five days since they were nice enough to search it for tracking devices. But damn, he missed his car and couldn’t wait to drive it again.
Wyatt held the passenger door open when they reached the patrol car, having already ended his call. “Thank god you’re not making me sit in the back with the weird stains,” Alister said. “I don’t need a rash on my tush.”
“I’ll keep your tush safe.” Wyatt winked. “Just don’t stroke my shotgun while you’re sitting next to me.”
Alister grinned at the innuendo and slid into the passenger seat, only for his eyes to widen when he realized there was an actual shotgun mounted in the front. He’d never touched a firearm in his life and had no desire to stroke the intimidating weapon.
“I thought you were talking about your dick,” he said when Wyatt got in and started the car.
“Baby, I would never tell you not to stroke my dick.” With a smooth turn of the wheel, Wyatt pulled from the lot and headed toward his house.
With a sideways glance, Alister took in the sight next to him—Wyatt sitting in the driver’s seat, his large, muscular frame barely contained by his crisp police uniform. The glint of authority in his light gray eyes only added to the air of confidence he exuded.
Since arriving in Midnight Falls, all Alister had wanted to do was leave. He missed his old life—partying, shopping, and stylish cafés. His pace hadn’t slowed down. It had come to a complete stop.
After he’d met new people and discovered what the town had to offer, Midnight Falls was growing on him. And now that he’d found his mate, Alister was determined to ignore the smell of cow dung and the fact that tractors were a part of traffic.
“What’s going through that beautiful mind of yours?” Wyatt eyed him.
The question caught Alister off guard. In the past, people had called his mind a lot of things, most not so kind. Wyatt was the first person to see beauty in Alister’s thoughts.
“How your town is starting to grow on me.”
With a tender smile, Wyatt brushed his fingers over Alister’s cheek. “Once you embrace Midnight Falls, you’ll fall in love with it. There are a lot if hidden treasures to explore, and you haven’t lived until you’ve experienced our summer and fall festivals.”
Alister’s breathing grew faster when they pulled into the driveway. When Wyatt parked, Alister was out of the car, moving swiftly toward the house then waited on the porch for his mate.
“I’ll program your thumbprint for the door.” Wyatt used his to enter. “I want you to feel like this is your home as much as it is mine.”
“You just keep saying all the right things.” Alister pulled his mate toward the couch and shoved him onto the cushions.
Wyatt’s whole face spread into a smile, and his light gray eyes shimmered with amusement and tenderness. “You continue to surprise me, butterfly.”
“How so?” Alister kicked off his sandals then pulled his shirt and shorts off, only his boxers remaining.
“It was the impression you gave when we first met.” Wyatt stood and removed his utility belt, placing it on a shelf by the window. “You were this lively ball of energy bouncing around frantically as Cannon arrested Paris. A few times I thought you were going to pass out.”
“That doesn’t tell me why I surprise you.” Alister watched as Wyatt unbuttoned his uniform shirt and slid it off. Then he removed his white T-shirt, revealing his muscular chest and abs.
“Honestly, I pegged you as someone who would be shy and submissive in bed. Someone delicate.”
“I panicked when Paris was being arrested,” Alister argued. “I don’t do well when I feel helpless.”
When Wyatt finished stripping, he tugged Alister against his hard, naked body. “I was also attracted to you, sweetheart. I love lively balls of energy that bounce around frantically.”
“You just described a cat.” Alister smoothed his hand over Wyatt’s bicep. “Most people think I’m unstable and high-strung.”
“Do you care what they think?” Wyatt turned Alister and guided him to lean over the cushions, making him grip the back of the couch, though his feet were still on the floor.
“Negative opinions hurt whether you want them to or not.” Alister looked under his extended right arm and saw Wyatt lowering to his knees. He cupped Alister’s ass through his boxers and massaged his backside with a look of reverence.
“True,” Wyatt said, his breath warm on Alister’s skin. “But you can’t let other people’s perceptions define you. You are so much more than what they see on the surface.”
“I’m trying,” Alister said, his voice barely above a whisper. He trembled as Wyatt’s lips brushed against the waistband of his boxers.
