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Title: Closing Ranks

Series: Flesh Book 4

Author: Ethan Stone

Publisher: DSP Publications

Date: 20 October

Blurb:

Internal Affairs investigator Jeremy Ranklin is looking into corruption within the Reno Police Department when he’s ordered to examine the suspicious death of the Chief of Police. The assignment partners Jeremy with Detective Cristian Flesh. Though they spar at first, Jeremy earns Cristian’s trust, and they work well together.

Deeply closeted, Jeremy fights an attraction to fellow cop Kipp Mosely. The investigation brings Jeremy and Kipp together, but lies and secrets prevent things from going any further. Jeremy will need both Kipp’s and Cristian’s help to discover how deep the corruption runs—and to stay alive when the danger hits close to home.

Genre: Mystery & Suspense, Gay Fiction

Below is an exclusive excerpt from Closing Ranks. Jeremy Ranklin and Kipp Mosely have just made a major arrest and celebrate by going out to a bar. Unfortunately, they drink a little too much.

A waitress walked by, and Kipp ordered more drinks for both of us.

“No girlfriend back in Seattle?” I asked.

“I’d been in a relationship, but it ended months before I moved.”

The waitress returned, and we lifted our glasses.

“Here’s to the single life,” I said.

We banged our glasses too hard, and alcohol spilled onto the table. Kipp looked at me, then burst out laughing. I tried to remain stoic, but it didn’t take long to start chortling.

The drinks flowed freely from then on. Kipp and I joked around, telling stories about our childhood and playing darts and shooting pool.

We were the last two in the bar when it was time to leave.

“You’re not driving,” Cedric the bartender said. “Do you need me to call a cab?”

“Nah,” Kipp slurred. “I live a block away.”

“Give me a minute and I’ll go with you to make sure you make it home. I don’t want you passing out on the street.”

“Thanksshhh, man,” I mumbled and laid my head on the table.

“Jeremy…. Jeremeeeeeeeee.” Kipp shook me. “Time to go go go go home.”

“I ain’t a go-go boy.” I slapped the top of the counter and cackled.

“You should be.” Kipp laughed. “You dancing in your underwear would be so awesome.”

Even in my drunken state, it registered that he was saying he wanted to see me half-naked. But he was plastered too.

I stood and started to remove my shirt.

“Whoa, whoa.” Cedric stopped me. “No stripping.”

“Spoilsport,” I grumbled. God, I was so tired suddenly.

Cedric corralled us out the front door. “Start walking. I’ll be right behind you.”

Kipp and I staggered down the sidewalk, continually bumping into each other. I seemed to list to the right and he did it to the left, so I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, and with each other’s help we were able to move forward much easier.

Cedric caught up with us and laughed. “You guys are quite the pair.”

Quite the pair? Did he think we were a couple or just a couple of buddies? I couldn’t figure it out in my addled brain, and regardless, I couldn’t have done anything about it.

“What’s your apartment?” Cedric asked.

“I’m in 208,” Kipp mumbled.

“We have to go up stairs?” I wiped sweat from my forehead with my free hand. “Hope we can make it.”

We stopped at the bottom of the steps and stared at them like it was an impossible task.

“I’ll go firsht.” Kipp gripped the side rail and used it to pull himself up.

I did the same and stayed almost right behind him, allowing me a great view of his ass. What would it feel like? Would he get mad if I playfully slapped it? What would it taste like? I might be plastered, but my cock still worked. It became erect as I imagined spreading Kipp’s bare asscheeks and shoving my face in so I could tongue his hole.

Adjusting myself, I missed a step and almost fell. Cedric was right behind me and stopped me. I blushed and hoped my horniness wasn’t obvious to either Kipp or Cedric.

After what felt like hours, we reached the top, and Kipp stumbled down to his place. He pulled out his keys but kept fumbling with them and dropping them. If I didn’t get inside soon, I was going to fall asleep right there.

Cedric took the keys from Kipp’s hands and opened the door.

“Okay, guys, you’re home safe and sound. Get some sleep.” He put the keys on a table by the door and left.

I shuffled forward to the tan couch and lay down.

“Good night, Jeremy,” I heard Kipp say before I passed out.

 

SEVERAL HOURS later I woke suddenly when my bladder insisted it needed to be emptied. After standing too quickly, I fell back on the couch and rubbed my eyes until everything stopped spinning.

I got up more slowly and avoided the head rush, then trotted to the bathroom, absently noting the door to Kipp’s bedroom was slightly ajar.

Pissing felt amazing, and it seemed to take forever for the stream to end. I sighed and washed my hands, ignoring the sight of the bedraggled, grubby man in the mirror.

After exiting the bathroom, I peeked into Kipp’s room. I hoped he was okay and not choking on his own vomit. I pushed the door farther open and took a single step in.

Kipp was facedown, spread-eagled on top of the bed. His clothes lay in a pile on the floor, even his pants. He had two items of clothing still on his body—a sock on his right foot and a black jock strap.

His butt was gorgeous, and the prior fantasy of rimming him slammed back. I rubbed my erection through my pants, fighting the urge to take it out.

I scanned his body up and down, slowly pacing forward until I was just inches from his almost nude form. His back muscles rippled as he shifted slightly. Just below his neck, between his shoulder blades, was a large scorpion tattoo. I wondered if the image had any personal meaning. It was good art, that was for sure.

I wanted so badly to touch him and run my hands up and down his body. Fuck, what was I doing? If he woke up and found me watching him, he would think I was a creeper, or my little secret would be exposed.

Extending a hand, I hovered it over his body, feeling the heat radiating from him. God, it would feel so good to touch him. Maybe he was gay or bi. Maybe he’d like it and we could both have fun.

I was very close to waking him with a kiss, almost not caring about the repercussions. Then reality returned like a punch in the gut.

Even if Kipp were open to sexual advances, it would cause major problems.

After dashing from the room, I returned to the bathroom, shut and locked the door, and quickly shoved my pants to my ankles. Leaning back against the wall, I spit in my hand and stroked myself quickly.

Several drops of precome leaked from the slit, the only lube I had. Jacking off dry wasn’t a good idea, but I didn’t have an alternative. I had to come right then and right there. It didn’t really matter. I was so turned on it didn’t take long for the orgasm to rise up.

I moved forward and stood on my tiptoes, shooting my load into the sink rather than on the floor. It took a few moments for me to catch my breath, and then the guilt hit me. Holy fuck, I’d just masturbated in a coworker’s bathroom as I fantasized about him. I could’ve been exposed. Everything I was working hard to keep hidden would be public knowledge. I could picture the look of disappointment on my father’s face when he discovered I was a fag.

Quickly I washed up and left the bathroom. A glance into Kipp’s room told me he was still sleeping. I dressed and silently slipped out of the apartment.

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Ethan Stone is an out and proud gay man. Which is fairly new in his life, the out part, not the gay part. He’s been queer his whole life, though he tried to deny it for years with a wonderful woman. The years in denial weren’t all bad, he has two amazing kids out of it. His son is a teenager and his daughter has made him a grandfather, three times over. A way too young grandfather.

Ethan has returned to Oregon after almost a decade in Nevada. He no longer has a day job and is doing his best to make a living at this writing thing. If he can’t make a living, he at least wants to support his Mt. Dew and beef jerky addictions.

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