HIS DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
A Sammy & Friends Novel
Graham Craig and Darren Sanford have been having an affair for nearly a year, a secret affair. Graham doesn't want anyone to know. When Darren's emotions become too deeply involved, Graham knows he has to break things off, even if it feels like he's cutting out his own heart.
When his self-imposed separation from Darren becomes more than he can stand, Graham goes back to beg for another chance. He sets out to prove what they have together is special. Then Graham learns some terrifying news that changes everything. Someone has put a hit out on him and everyone he loves is in danger. Graham knows what he has to do. As much as it pains him, Graham tells Darren they are over, again. He knows that this time, Darren will never give him another chance, but at least the man will be alive to hate him. Graham goes into protective custody, along with other members of the drug task force he works on, and his family.
But when well-meaning friends interfere, can Graham save the man he loves before an assassin's bullet gets him, or will he lose Darren before he has a chance to tell him—and the entire world—how much he loves the man?
He walked into the bar like he owned the place. His self-assured presence made everyone in the room look at him, want him. Darren moved to stand against the back wall of the bar. He needed the darkness the shadows provided to have just a few extra moments to gaze at the six-foot-four Adonis.
No one walked like Graham Craig. No one looked liked him. And no one had the ability to take the breath from Darren’s lungs the way Graham did. Even after several years of knowing the man, Darren felt the same; Graham still took his breath away.
“Are you going to shoot or what?”
Darren regretfully pulled his gaze away from the man of his dreams and focused on the man in front of him. He frowned and took the pool cue Paul held out to him then studied the table. It was hard to concentrate on the game when he could see Graham approaching out of the corner of his eye.
Hell, Darren didn’t even like playing pool. He only learned how because it allowed him to be closer to Graham. It allowed him to have Graham’s muscular body pressed close to his as Graham taught him the rules of the game without anyone knowing of Darren’s growing attraction for the man.
Darren finally leaned over the table and took his shot. He was surprised when the white ball did exactly what he wanted, shooting across the green felt and hitting three other balls, knocking two into the pockets.
Darren glanced up quickly, wondering if Graham saw his shot. The smile and slight nod of approval he received from the man was better than any birthday present he’d ever been given.
“Nice shot, Darren,” Graham said in his deep, gravelly voice. “You’re learning.”
“I had a good teacher.”
“True.” Graham chuckled as he stepped close enough for Darren to smell his musk aftershave. “But I had an eager student.”
Oh, I'm eager, all right; eager to be alone with you and show you what I can really do with a long stick, two balls, and a flat surface. Darren swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. He really needed to not think that way, not right now. It wouldn’t bring him anything but pain.
“Does anyone want another beer?” he asked. “I’m going to hit the men’s room then head over to the bar.”
“I’ll take one if you’re buying,” Graham said, smirking as he reached for the pool cue in Darren’s hand.
Darren’s tongue almost fell out of his mouth when Graham leaned over the table to take the next shot. The faded denim of Graham’s jeans stretched tight over his perfect ass. God, the man was a masterpiece. A living, breathing masterpiece.
“Yeah, this round is on me,” Darren said as he quickly turned from the arousing sight and walked away. He had to walk away or he’d be reaching out to caress that perfect ass. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
Darren walked across the bar and made a beeline for the men’s bathroom. He checked each stall, thankful when he found them empty. Walking to the last one, he stepped inside and locked the door behind him. He had his cock out of his pants and in his hand in three seconds flat.
Images of Graham floated through his head as he stroked his aching cock, each one more exotic than the last one. Graham had held the top position in Darren’s fantasies for ages. Darren masturbated to them nearly every day.
His breath heaved as his hand moved over his engorged shaft faster and faster. He could feel his balls start to tighten up against his body and knew his orgasm was only moments away. Darren pictured Graham laid out on his bed, the man’s naked body glistening in the low lights. He stroked faster.
Darren froze, mere seconds away from coming. He bit his lips to keep from groaning. He was so damn close. Beads of pre-cum dripped from the head of his cock. His balls felt heavy, achy.
“Darren,” the deep voice said again. “I know you’re in here. I watched you come in. Answer me, damn it.”
“What do you want, Graham?” Darren croaked out, embarrassed beyond belief at being caught jerking off in a public bathroom. He just hadn’t been able to help himself.
“What do you think I want?”
Darren groaned and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them and turned his head he could see Graham peering over the edge of the bathroom stall door. Darren felt his skin flush. He knew he’d be turning several shades of red. His skin was pale. He always showed his embarrassment.
“So, this is what you do when you go to the bathroom.” Graham chuckled and Darren felt his face flush again. Much more of this and he’d be red all of the way down to his toes. “And all this time, I thought you were coming in here to piss.”
“Can’t you see I’m busy?” Darren snapped.
“Open the door and I’ll help you out with that.”
Darren couldn’t get the door open fast enough. He unlocked it and stepped back, feeling delightfully crowded when Graham stepped inside and locked the door behind him.
“I’ve missed you, baby,” Graham whispered against Darren’s neck. The small lick of Graham’s tongue made Darren’s legs weaken. “It’s been weeks.”
“Whose fault is that?” Darren retorted.
“Don’t be like that,” Graham said as he leaned back and looked down into Darren’s face. “You know I’ve been busy working on that damn drug taskforce. I’ve barely had time to sleep, let alone have a social life.”
Darren frowned and glanced down. “Sorry,” he said. “I’ve missed you too.”
And he had. God, how he'd missed him. It'd been weeks since they had been able to spend any time together. Theirs wasn’t the usual sweetheart type of relationship but Darren still savored every moment they spent together.
“Did you?” Graham crooned as he wrapped his hand around Darren’s cock and started slowly stroking his length. “Show me how much, baby.”
Darren’s legs trembled. He pressed his head back against the stall wall. “It’s been so long, Graham,” he moaned quietly. “I need you.”
“You can have me,” Graham replied. “Let me come over tonight.”
“Yes.” Darren groaned. He groaned louder as visions of Graham fucking him filled his head. “Yes! Oh God, yes!”
Graham claimed Darren's lips at the same moment his orgasm ripped through him. So overcome by the fire burning through his body, Darren could barely respond to the tongue thrust into his mouth.
Darren tried to extend the kiss, but Graham pulled away and put pressure on Darren's shoulders, pushing him down. Darren dropped to his knees and reached for the zipper of Graham’s jeans.
He licked his lips as he watched the button slip free and the zipper slide down. Darren gasped, his heart pounding frantically as Graham’s cock bounced out of his jeans.
“Christ, Graham,” he groaned. “You’re not wearing any boxers.”
Graham chuckled above him. “I was hoping to see you tonight. I thought I’d cut out the middle man so we could get right down to business.”
Darren was in full support of that idea. He leaned forward and swiped his tongue across the head of Graham’s cock, groaned as the flavor of Graham's pre-cum exploded across his tongue.
He leaned in farther and swallowed Graham down until his nose brushed against wiry pubic hair. Graham tasted so good, Darren didn’t even mind when the man pulled back then snapped his hips forward, driving his cock into Darren’s mouth.
“Fuck, Dar,” Graham growled. “It’s been so long; this won’t take much.”
Part of Darren regretted that. The quicker Graham got off, the quicker he pulled away, and Darren would have to go back to pretending they were just friends. Another part of Darren wanted to get Graham off from the sheer pleasure he could bring the man.
Hands clenched in Darren’s hair. “Your mouth is fucking perfect, Dar.”
Darren sucked harder, licked with more enthusiasm. He wanted to bring Graham to the heights of ecstasy. He wanted Graham to never consider having sex with anyone else again except him.
Darren knew his feelings were misplaced where Graham was concerned. They were strictly friends with benefits. And they were only friends because they met through Graham’s best friend, Jamie. Still, Darren couldn’t help but feel satisfaction when Graham growled and jerked and filled his mouth with hot cream.
He licked Graham’s softening shaft clean then tucked the object of his desire back into Graham's pants and carefully raised the zipper. Darren stood and placed his own cock back into his pants, straightening his clothes.
He finally glanced up at Graham. The closed look in Graham’s eyes as he stepped back toward the door made Darren’s heart seize. Only moments ago, they were lovers. The look in Graham’s eyes now told him that they were back to being just friends again.
Darren didn’t know how much longer he could continue this charade. He wanted to be Graham’s lover and partner, the one Graham came home to at the end of the day.
He was tired of being Graham’s dirty little secret.