Love Lies Bleeding by Remmy Duchene (carter reed txt) 📕

Leo kissed him. "It means you're adventurous. But you have to go or you'll be late for your lecture."

"I know—don't you just hate it when real life cuts into the fun?"

Leo laughed and kissed him again. "I'll bring something home for dinner tonight, okay?"

"Thank you," Anderson whispered, leaning in and kissing Leo. "I'll see you later."

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The rest of the day went by in a sort of blur and when Anderson walked through the front door of Leo's apartment, he was surrounded by the wonderful smells of cooking. Smiling, he placed his bag by the door and kicked off his shoes.

"Leo?"

"In the kitchen."

The moment he entered, Leo handed him a bottle of cold beer and kissed him. Anderson smiled. He was trying not to fall for this man but the cop was making it almost impossible.

"I know you've had a long day but we have to talk about tomorrow. Let's eat first."

Anderson nodded and took a long drink from the bottle. After putting his beer on the counter, he walked to the sink and washed his hands. "After I left you today at the lot—I kept thinking of what happened between us."

"Bad thinking?"

Anderson turned and smiled. "No. Anyway, let's talk about tomorrow."

Anderson worked with Leo to get dinner dished out. When they sat across from one another, Anderson reached beneath the table to touch Leo, out of sheer necessity for closeness.

"Tomorrow we're going to leave early. We have to relieve the officers watching the coach right now then I'm going to have to break it to him someone may want to kill him."

"We? Daniel is coming with us?"

"Nah, he's going to stay here and keep working on the case. Besides, we have no evidence this guy is going after people I know, so they won't spare me manpower for this little expedition."

"I see." He pushed a piece of chicken into his mouth and chewed. All of a sudden, he was starving. "So we're leaving early. But what if you're not paranoid? I mean, it's the logical conclusion, right?"

"Logical sometimes doesn't work in this line of work. You sure you want to come with me?"

"Of course I'm sure. Stop asking me that."

They slipped into a heated silence, one that had Anderson watching Leo intently. For the first time, he noticed Leo had a scar on the side of his neck.

"Where'd you get that scar from?" Anderson asked.

Leo touched it gently with a finger before reaching for his fork again. "A fight when I was a kid. I don't even remember what the fight was about."

"That's how it always is. We get into these big, drag-out fights then moments later we forget how it started to begin with."

Chapter Twelve

Leo rubbed a hand against his chin. It'd been a few days since he'd shaved and it was starting to itch. For a while he simply ignored it as a mild irritation but as the hair really began pushing out, it was more than he could ignore. All he wanted to do was sleep. But long after Anderson was slumbering in his arms, the itch on his face was like he'd been making out with poison ivy. Rolling out of bed, he stopped to press a kiss to Anderson's shoulder before walking out of the room and down the corridor. He dug through his cupboard and frowned. He was out of razors. Sighing, he walked back to the bedroom and shook Anderson gently.

"Andy?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I have a favour."

Anderson rolled over and pushed a muscular arm behind his head as a pillow. His brown eyes were filled with sleep, making them sexier than before. His lush lips tugged upward slightly when he smiled at Leo, leaving him trembling. "What can I do for you?"

Leo laughed softly.

"I'm out of razors and even though I'd rather run down the street naked…"

"To which I would not say no—just give me the heads up to get my camera."

Leo smacked Anderson playfully and Anderson grunted. "As I was saying," Leo continued. "I need to bum a razor off you if you have one to spare."

"Sure. In the bag."

Leo kissed him deeply before climbing off the bed to grab a razor from Anderson's bag and made his way down the hall again to the bathroom. Looking at his face in the mirror, he reached for a can of cream and shook it. When he had his face lathered, he stopped to eye his reflection. A shuffle down the hall caused him to peek out to see Anderson motoring toward him. Knowing precisely what was happening, he stepped out of the bathroom to allow Anderson in.

"Why'd you wait so long before you came to the bathroom?"

He could hear Anderson on the other side of the door.

"I thought I could hold it."

He laughed. Anderson opened the door then with a satisfied look on his face. Leo thought he would just go back to bed but instead, Anderson took the razor from his fingers and reached for his hand. Confused, he allowed Anderson to lead him back into the bathroom then lift him onto the counter next to the sink. Anderson stepped between his legs, lifted his mouth against Leo's ear, and simply inhaled. For a moment, Anderson remained still then lifted his mouth away and raised the razor to Leo's neck.

Leo moaned just as it slid over his lathered flesh with a low, soft sound. He gripped Anderson's hips.

His cock hit Anderson's abs and he groaned. Anderson simply shaved another line up his neck to the tip of his chin.

Leo was completely in a daze for Anderson was now sucking against his ear, blowing the wet flesh dry before licking it again. The sound of water gushed beside him and somewhere in his passion-filled stupor, he figured Anderson was rinsing the razor before it was dragged over him again.

By the time Anderson cradled his face when he was finished shaving him, Leo was too turned on to think straight. His cock was pulsing against his track pants, jerking