Ken licked the lips in question, his steps steady and careful as he did as Brady asked. “I think you’ve pulled over the wrong man, Officer. I’m a law-abiding citizen. I’ve never been stopped or ticketed in my life.”
Brady moved until he was right behind him and put one hand on his hip, using his feet to nudge Ken’s farther apart. “That’s what they all say,” he said in a brusque, authoritative voice. “Sir, do you have anything on your person that you’d like to tell me about? Anything you’re concealing that could be construed as dangerous and/or illegal? This will go easier for you if you tell me now.”
Brady heard Ken’s breathing catch, saw the cheeks of his ass flex beneath the khaki fabric. “No sir, Officer. Nothing. I’ve got nothing to hide.”
“We’ll see about that.” Brady held the small flashlight in his mouth and started to frisk Ken. The first pass was by the book, patting down his legs, arms and waistline. He found Ken’s thin wallet with his identification in one pocket, pulled it out and tossed it on the hood. In the other, he found a small travel-sized bottle of lube.
He smiled around the metal. Leave it to Tanaka to be this prepared.
Taking the flashlight out of his mouth, he set it and the bottle on the hood beside Ken’s hands. “Look what I found without even trying. If I take a closer look, am I going to come across anything else? Something you don’t want me to see?”
“N-no. No, that’s all. I’m not hiding anything else.”
He bit back a moan when he pressed his erection against Ken’s back. He felt a shudder rack that lean frame and closed his eyes, counting. “I want to believe you, sir, but I wouldn’t be good at my job if I didn’t take my time and make sure.”
“Fuck,” Ken whispered, making Brady smile.
“Don’t move,” he ordered. “Keep your hands on the vehicle.”
“Yes, Officer.”
“If I had my cuffs I could make sure of it, but I’ll have to take your word.” God, he really wished he had those cuffs.
“My belt would work,” Ken offered weakly.
He didn’t like kink, Brady reminded himself even as he eyed the belt hungrily. He wasn’t into bondage. All he wanted was to drive Ken crazy before he fucked him. “Don’t give me ideas.”
He yanked Ken’s shirt up and lifted until it went over his head and down his arms. “Tattoos. You know what kind of man gets his back covered in tattoos?”
Ken shivered. “Someone who likes tattoos, sir?”
He yelped when Brady’s hand popped his ass. “Some people like tattoos, yes. But no one likes a smartass. I think a man with this much pretty ink on his back wants to spend a lot of time bent over by his lover.”
He leaned closer and kissed Ken’s shoulder tenderly, his touch at odds with his tone. “Do you like being bent over?”
“Yes,” Ken moaned. “Oh, yes.”
He reached around him and clumsily undid the narrow strip of fabric Ken had belted around his pants. He laid it down between Ken’s hands, away from him so he wouldn’t be tempted to use it. “Let’s take a look at what else you’re hiding without that in our way.”
He unbuttoned Ken’s pants, lowering the zipper before taking a step back and yanking the fabric roughly down his thighs. “What do we have here?”
The tightest, hottest ass I’ve ever seen, Brady groaned silently. No matter how many times he’d been inside it, it was never enough. “Lube and no underwear. No wonder you were in such a hurry. I was right. Someone was on his way to get lucky.”
“Yes,” Ken moaned. “I have a date. He’ll be worried if I don’t show up soon. If you’ll just give me a ticket…”
Fuck, he was playing his role just right. Brady’s adrenaline was through the roof, and he couldn’t take his eyes off Ken’s ass. He reached out and cupped it with his palm, caressing the firm cheeks. “You want a ticket? Well, I want to know what you’re hiding in here.”
His thumbs spread Ken’s ass cheeks apart, letting the night air hit that small ring of muscles that tempted him. “I bet your date knows, doesn’t he? What’s inside? I bet he gets himself off just thinking about it when you’re not around. Thinking about how tight you are. Thinking about how loud you scream, how sweetly you grip him when you come with his dick buried inside you.”
“Bra—Officer, please.”
Brady took a hand away from Ken’s ass and placed it between his shoulder blades. “I want you flat, hands stretched over your head.”
He gently pressed and Ken resisted. “Why?”
Brady growled, increasing the pressure until Ken obeyed. “Because I said so and you don’t want me to take you in.” He moved Ken until his ass was tilted up toward him, only the toes of his shoes touching the ground. “Because I’m not done searching this body and I’m nothing if not fucking thorough.”