Page 9 of Bent, Not Broken

“By a chick.” I shoved myself away on my ass, but he grabbed my shirt, dragging me back. For a short man, he had some strength I wasn’t expecting, and I nearly fell on top of him. My hand accidently brushed his spent dick and I moved it quickly. No way was I touching another guy like that.

“Come on, Slater. I’m a cock man myself, but I’ve heard a few things from straight friends. Getting a woman to your bed isn’t easy. You need to woo them first, make them feel comfortable, then get them home. I’m right here and ready to go. All you need to do is take me straight to your bed.” He slid his hand up my chest, and I shoved it away.

He had a point, and that fucking irked me. I let out a long huff and glanced out the tinted windows. A couple walked past, laughing high-pitched, and their footsteps echoed on the cement outside. As long as I didn’t touch his dick, I could pretend he was a woman.

“Come on, I’m so fucking hard. It didn’t go down.” He pressed a foot into my seat and pivoted his hips up, and I shifted, narrowly missing his cock from rubbing between us. “Just take me home and fuck me. I need a cock. Now.”

My dick twitched in my pants and I groaned, not quite believing I was about to do this. “Fine. You’re gone as soon as we fuck. I don’t care how you get home.” I threw open the back door and got out, grabbing Polunin’s leg and dragging him from the seat. He nearly tumbled onto the sidewalk, but I steadied him and threw open the passenger door, lifting him into it. I might have been too rough with him, but if this manhandling is what he wanted, that was what he would get. He didn’t complain, giggling like a maniac when he hefted himself the rest of the way onto the seat, his cock still hanging out of his pants. Luckily no one was walking past to see.

I got myself into the driver’s seat of my Ford and turned the ignition, listening to the deep rumble of her engine. If there was one thing I was proud of it was my truck, because it was the first thing I bought as soon as I got into the police force and had a steady paycheck. I ignored the long, irritating look he gave me as I drove the truck out of the no-parking zone and into the busy streets of New Gothenburg. Horns honked at each other and the sounds of the lively night crowd filled the sidewalks.

“So, how’d you become a cop?”

I ignored him because I had no intention of having a conversation with the bastard. I wanted to use his hole to get off and then throw him out.

“Me? I was always interested in law. I’ve loved arguing and proving people wrong as long as I can remember. I think it started when I was a kid….” He spoke the entire trip, nonstop, and I tuned him out, not interested in hearing about his childhood as a rich hedge-fund kid on Vert Island. I’d done most of my research on him after the first time we met, and he got Luke Booth off on charges of possession. Daddy and Mommy split but stayed married. Mommy seemed to live in LA most of the year, and Daddy usually stayed in New York City. Polunin lived in a little apartment above the pool house at the mansion, not paying a cent for electricity or rent. I couldn’t imagine how much money he was banking. A lawyer’s wage wasn’t anything to blink at, and my cop salary probably didn’t put a dent in it.

I tightened my hold on the steering wheel, the leather squeaking beneath my palms. I should turn around right now, take him back to Black Out and leave him there, or better yet, take him to the police station like I had wanted to originally, but I knew his mouth wouldn’t stop there, either. It was too late for any of those options. I’d made up my mind the moment I put him in the back of my truck.

A moan interrupted my thoughts and my gaze shot to him. He had his hard dick in his hand again, his head leaning back against the seat, and a stupid grin on his handsome, angular face. “Fuck yeah. I can’t wait to get your big cock inside me.”

At his words, a ripple of pleasure slid its way through me, settling straight into my balls, and I shivered. Fuck. Not what I wanted to feel around an asshole like Polunin. All I wanted to do was wipe the smug look off his annoying face. I compromised with myself that the best way to do it was fuck him into next Sunday and have him desperate for more, right before I threw him out my front door and onto the street in nothing but his birthday suit. I’d make him regret ever knowing my name.

My small house was located on the west side, a suburb over from the Collingwood Station. It sat in one of the backstreets, right next door to a children’s park with a playground that I could have only dreamed of as a kid. It wasn’t the poorest area in New Gothenburg, but far from the fanciest, either. I refused to feel embarrassed about it. If Polunin wanted to get fucked, he’d just have to deal with it.

I pulled into the driveway, the lawns on either side of it full of dead flowers and weeds sprouting from beneath the dirt. The grass was green, though, and while I couldn’t grow a plant to save my life, I could take care of the other parts of the yard. The cottage-style house was made from brown bricks and only had two windows at the front, one from my living room and one from my bedroom. I got the house for a good deal, and I was damn proud of it.

“Move,” I snapped when I turned off the truck and threw open my door, sliding out and slamming it shut behind me. I didn’t wait for him to get out before I stalked to my front entranceway— I knew he’d follow. The sound of his footsteps behind me proved me right.

Actively aware of his presence right behind me, I unlocked the front door and then stepped over the threshold, throwing my truck keys on the table to the right. The snick of the lock clicking back in place made my skin prickle. Jaw tight, I spun on Polunin and grabbed a handful of his shirt, shoving him against the wooden door. He umphed, but I didn’t give him a chance to regain his composure before my lips were on his, tongue fucking into his hot mouth and teeth nipping at his bottom lip. He moved his arms and I grabbed them before they could wrap around my neck, slamming them above his head. I shoved my knee between his legs, nudging underneath his balls, which was a bit awkward because of how much shorter he was compared to me. I had to bend just to get my mouth aligned with his. At some point he’d tucked himself back in his pants, which shouldn’t have annoyed me because I wasn’t interested in another man’s cock—but it did anyway. I wanted him hard with need for me.

Leaning back, I growled, “Keep your hands above your head,” and then tapped his cheek with my hand.

His eyes darkened and that stupid grin played across his wet, swollen lips. “Why? Are you arresting me, Officer?”

I slapped him again, but this time it was harder, and he let out a sharp breath that made my cock tingle. “Don’t be a smartass, Pol—how the fuck do you say your name anyway?”

“You could just call me Madden.” He waggled his eyebrows and it earned him a glare. “Fine. It’s Polunin. Pa-lune-yan. It’s not that hard to pronounce.”

I snorted. “Keep your hands above your head. They move and you’re not getting my cock.” Wrapping a hand around his neck, I squeezed it, watching the way his skin flushed. I dipped my fingers near the base, cutting off his air supply with a subtle movement that made him tip his head back, mouth open wide. I released the pressure and he moaned.

“Fuck yeah, I love it. Keep doing that.”

My hold tightened and I gritted my jaw. “Shut up. Don’t tell me what to do, I’m in charge here.”

“Shouldn’t the winner be in charge?” He laughed in between gasps, and my blood turned hot. I grasped his shoulder and spun him around, his palms slamming against the wood of the door to stop his face from smashing into it. I seized his wrists, thumping them above his head again, and dug my knee between his legs, right under his ass, making him spread them.

I leaned in closer, lips hovering near his ear as I whispered, “We’ll see who’s the winner after this, Polunin.”

“You said my name correctly. Congratulations.” His hands curled into fists above his head and he stuck his ass out toward me. I couldn’t see his face because he’d pressed his forehead against the door, but I imagined he was grinning again, and I wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug look off his face. “What are you going to do with me, Officer?”

“Don’t call me that.” I cupped myself through my jeans and gave my cock a hard squeeze. There was something about the way he said officer in that light voice of his that had me buzzing with desire. My arms prickled with excited goose bumps and my gaze jumped to his ass, nice and plump and tilted toward me, practically begging me to stick my cock in it, and he hadn’t even gotten out of his clothes yet. Were all gay guys this desperate for a fuck, or was it just Polunin?

I knew a few gay guys, including my cousin, and a cop by the name of Groves at the station, but they weren’t anything like this arrogant asshole in front of me now.

“What are you going to do about it, Officer?”

Grabbing him at the nape of his neck, I shoved his shirt up his back, revealing smooth, golden skin that made me lick my lips. He wasn’t as slim as a woman, and he didn’t have the hourglass shape of one either, but from this angle, I could still pretend he was. I slid my fingers along the knobs of his spine and down to the belt that held up his pants. I knew it was still undone, and so was his zipper, even if he had tucked himself back in, so all it took was one hard tug and I had the cloth bunched around his knees with his bare ass right in my face. Again, it wasn’t like a woman’s, which was smooth and small. Polunin’s ass had a light dusting of hair on it that a woman’s wouldn’t, and it had a muscular tone that I didn’t find attractive…. Nope. No fucking way.