About Lucky

by JJ Massa
8 pages / 3100 words
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Sims has a real thing for his fellow cop, Lucky. Young, hot, and just innocent enough to appeal to Sims' alpha side, Lucky is the perfect candidate to become Sims' new lover. Now all he has to do is convince the kid to take him on. Can Sims show Lucky that living up to his name is easier than he thinks?

Sample

When I walked into the men’s locker room, I could hear muffled swearing. The police station was always so quiet this time of night, or morning, depending on your view. Dawn was still a few hours away, no matter how you looked at it.

I made my way to my own locker, wondering who the irritated detective could be. It was late, as I said, and usually deserted. Whoever the unhappy guy was, he was turning the air blue with his language.

Looking around the corner of the lockers, I saw him, or at least, I saw a man that I guessed to be Lucky Jacobson. He was in the little “sleep room”, as we called it. A small room with a cot and some hooks in the wall above it--a place to hang a jacket and holster. The cot was big enough for one large guy...two if they squeezed. Lucky was not a large man, though. He was fine boned, blond with blue eyes, if it was Lucky.

I couldn’t be sure it was him, though. All I could identify was a twisting, nubbly brown sweater with a shock of golden hair sticking out the top. But I had“Lucky” radar. Anytime he was near, my cock pointed right at him. Thankfully, nobody could see that; most detectives wore suits, me included.

Lucky had been called in late last night to escort a surprise prisoner for extradition, or so I recalled. Somehow, in the course of events, he’d ended up out of his suit jacket and tie, and into an overlarge, bulky, knitted sweater.

I watched intently as he twisted and turned, the sweater inching its way off. Yes, I was absently aware of the struggle taking place within the scratchy garment, sure. But frankly, my eyes were riveted on the fine lines of the lightly muscled back, half-revealed as the sweater twitched and undulated, making its way up Lucky’s sleek torso.

Smooth, pink and white skin pulled taut over hard, wiry muscle teased at me, divided by the slash of his leather gun harness, making me hungrier than I’d been in so long. And that’s saying something, considering the low ache I usually felt for the pretty little blond man. But the strip of cowhide holding his gun at his side seemed to increase that need, call to me. It made him seem so masculine, in complete disagreement with his petite build and fine bones.

I couldn’t stop myself.