Boys in Blue 01 - Bad Boys Bad Boys by Mia Watts Page B

that’s why I’m driving you home. ’Cause you’re sober and steady as a surgeon.”
“S’right. I love you, man.”
“Yep. Totally sober.” Mack grinned.
The cool air hit Geo square in the chest. He sucked in sharply and blinked when his eyes suddenly watered in the brisk November wind. He turned his face into Mack, bumping his nose against Mack’s temple.
Mack eased him into the passenger seat and fastened him in. His fingers grazed Geo’s hip, and it was everything Geo could do to keep from shifting his pelvis to force an ‘accidental’ touch to his cock when Mack withdrew.
Geo unfastened the belt.
“C’mon, man, I just got you in.”
Mack leaned over and re-belted him. Geo inhaled traces of piny scent at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Without thinking too much about it, Geo slipped a free hand around Mack’s far shoulder and tugged.
Mack looked at him, instinctively.
It didn’t take more than a subtle lift of Geo’s chin to make contact. His mouth moved over Mack’s. Mack remained motionless, in retrospect, stunned. Geo sank into him, parting and capturing lips as buttery soft as the coat Mack wore.
He tasted the brine of beer and sweet cola. Something salty, too, like peanuts filtering through the dark erotic depths of his hot, sensual mouth.
Mack shoved Geo’s shoulder, knocking him against the seat. “What the fuck, Wilson? What the—Shit! What kind of fucking—Dude, you are fucked up!” Mack retreated, slamming the car door. Mack muttered and paced, hands on his lean hips. He shot accusatory looks at Geo and ran his hands through his hair a few times. Long sexy fingers, dark satiny strands of hair. Fine ass.
Geo leaned back. Yeah, he’d totally fucked up all right, but damn if it hadn’t been amazing.
Chapter Two
    Mack gripped the steering wheel. His jaw ached from clamping his teeth together, but what the hell else was he supposed to do? His partner had fucking kissed him. What kind of shitty thing to do was that?
    He darted a look at Geo. The man’s head lolled back on the seat. Thick, black lashes brushed the top of his cheeks before curling up. He knew for a fact they covered silver eyes because his little sister couldn’t quit talking about them, writing poetry about them and Geo’s coal black hair.
    Mack’s lips tingled, and as much as he didn’t want to remember the taste of Killian’s on his tongue, he couldn’t ignore it either. Girls he’d kissed drank wine or diet soda. Geo’s kiss had been—fucking hot, he admitted after a moment.
    They’d look back on this and laugh one day. The way they laughed about Geo passing out, not able to hold his liquor. Or the time one of the beat cops had pulled over Geo for speeding and then let him finger her to satisfaction in payment for ripping up the ticket. Total sham pull-over but fucking hysterical at two in the morning.
    He returned his glare to the road. “If you fucking kiss me again, Wilson, I’ll fucking castrate you. Got it?”
Geo mumbled unintelligibly.
“Just don’t remember it. Don’t ever bring it up.” He slapped the wheel. “What the fuck were you thinking? You like girls, don’tcha? I’ve seen you with a hundred different girls. And that beat cop.”
He was talking to himself.
He stopped at a red and spared another look at Geo. The prominent Italian features set in golden complexion could have been carved from granite. Wasn’t anything sissy about him.
Mack relented.
“It was the beer. That’s all it was. It’s the beer acting on you. I’m not letting you touch another drop of the stuff if it makes you do crazy-assed shit like kissing people you shouldn’t be kissing. What the fuck?” Except it didn’t explain his own reaction to the kiss, which still pressed his fly insistently.
He pulled up in front of Geo’s apartment building and swore under his breath. No way could Geo make it up there without help. It wouldn’t have bothered Mack if there had never been that kiss. Would Geo try