“Damn. I mean the guy’s a dick, but he’s still a police officer.”
“It’s hard to stay mad at God. Sure, he’s a major asshole and doesn’t understand that there’s at least sixty-four synonyms for the word please and he doesn’t know a single fuckin’ one. But he’s only an ass for Atlanta, not for himself. He’s one of the most selfless men in the world. Everything he does is for the badge. So, him coming out here and almost beating our asses, he was fighting for those people in Grant Park whose neighborhood is being overtaken by dealers. And for those two grieving mothers whose sons overdosed on some bad shit they copped near a school zone. God is their voice. And he’s fucking loud.”
“Must be hard,” Bull said.
“He never stops.”
“And the shorter guy who made that officer come up through the sunroof with that big-ass gun. That’s his husband? How do they work together as partners? I’ve always heard that’s not allowed.”
Fox moved his almost empty tray to the side of the bed. “Yeah, well. When you can do what they can together, it’s best not to split them up. The task force is granted a lot of leniency because God has the damn governor practically begging to sit on his lap. He ran his last campaign on God’s record of cleaning up the massive drug problem in the state’s most populated city. And he’ll no doubt run on it again next term.”
Bull pulled the covers over him, still caressing him as if he had to keep some form of contact between them.
“C’mere.” Fox had just enough energy to lift his hand and cup Bull behind his neck and bring him to him. With his head cushioned on the soft pillows, Bull kissed his cheek and along his jawline, until he was at his mouth. Fox slipped his tongue inside and lazily worked it against his.
When they had to break apart to breathe, Bull rested his forehead against his temple. “I love you so damn much,” he gritted out.
“Dom.” Fox kissed him some more, until his movements became sluggish.
Bull grinned into his mouth. “You’re fallin’ asleep while kissing me.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Go on now, Bull. You’ll have to kiss and make it better, later,” Amelia said, coming in with some rags soaking in hot water that smelled of lavender and peppermint. “You can head to work now. You’re already late as is. I’ll take care of him.”
Bull nodded, and Fox watched his partner’s throat work as if he was debating with himself whether to leave. Fox pfft’d. “We’re pathetic. Go on. I’ll see you later.”
Bull’s steps were heavy and hesitant until he was out of the front door.
Four Weeks Later…
“Hey,” Bull called out after hanging his hat on the wall and walking into the kitchen. It smelled like garlic and stewed tomatoes as he stuck his nose in the large pot of spaghetti sauce. “Man, I’m starving. Where is everyone?”
“Dale and Rid are still in the living room hollering at the race, and Fox is in his office.”
Bull growled. “Still.”
“I had to practically force that club sandwich I made for him down his throat today for lunch. He barely stops for a drink of water.” Amelia moved past him with a large Caesar salad in her hands and set it in the middle of the table. “He has some horrible habits, Bull, that you need to break him of.”
“I’m still trying to stop him from sneaking out of bed and going downstairs in the middle of the night. It’s like none of those guys ever sleep.” Bull made his way past the foyer and down the hall to the other side of his house. He walked through Fox’s door without knocking, prepared to drag him out kicking and screaming like he usually did. It was becoming a pretty entertaining, oftentimes sexy game they played each evening.
He came up behind Fox where he stood in front of a large table with copies of papers and files spread out in front of him. He wrapped his arms around him from behind and kissed him near his ear. “Hey, brainiac, I refuse to wait an hour to eat again.”
“I’m wrapping up right now,” Fox said distractedly as he frowned at a paper he was reading. “How was your day?”
“Long. But I like when it’s warmer. The guys work harder.” Bull pushed his hips forward. “I was hoping I’d see you out there today.”
“I tried. But the task force is moving a witness to a secured location after their safe house was hit.”
“That sounds like the opposite of a safe house,” Bull murmured. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he loved to see Fox in the office that he and Free had put together. It was officially his workspace. It looked nothing like the drab setup he’d had in there before. Now it was loaded with state-of-the-art technology and new heavy oak furnishings. The seven-monitor setup was powered down for the evening, but all Fox’s team had to do was push a code on their watch and he’d be at their service.