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made it even more impossible for me to do what was right.
    Caleb found the fly of my pants and pressed his palm against me. I jerked back, because he surprised me, but it didn’t take me long to settle down and let him rub and squeeze me through my uniform. This wasn’t right; I didn’t mess around with guys in my uniform. And I didn’t want to lose Caleb as the good friend he could very easily be. But he opened my pants, pushed my briefs aside, and found my cock. I opened my mouth and shot my tongue between his teeth. I should have let him go. I should have pushed him off me and told him that tonight just wasn’t going to work. But he was hot, ready, and wanting me. And I was weak for letting him.
    He was good with his hand, but a hand job wouldn’t have fixed my problems tonight, so I reached to the button of his jeans and took him out. He was nearly fully hard and already a bit wet on his tip. I rubbed his head and stroked his length until he was panting and shaking against my chest. I didn’t know if he had a bed already set up in the house, but really it didn’t matter. Sex was just as easy on the couch. Hell, his kitchen island would have worked just fine too. I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and was glad I’d left my holster and gun locked up in the car. It was one less thing to get in the way.
    If he noticed me pull a condom out of my wallet, he didn’t mention it. He could think whatever he wanted. I wasn’t being responsible with our budding friendship, but I could be safe with both of us. And, I reasoned as I moved him off me and got behind him on the couch, sex took two people. I wasn’t solely responsible for what we were doing.

Chapter Five
     
     
    Caleb
     
    MY JEANS slipped down a little on my hips when he moved me over on the couch and got behind me. My heart raced and really, I didn’t know what had made me decide to do this. Trent had looked so miserable sitting beside me on the couch, like he needed to be anywhere but here. I hadn’t been ready to let him go, but sex wasn’t a good way to keep someone next to me. I dug my fingers into the seat cushion of my couch at the first touch of Trent’s tongue against my asshole. I’d been rimmed before, plenty of times, but with him it felt different. Maybe because I wasn’t fully into it, maybe because I’d only known him for two days, but I knew I should have stopped this.
    “Trent, stop,” I said. And instantly I felt guilty for not having sex with him because I’d started everything. He’d said he needed to go, plenty of times, but I kept pushing, and it was on the tip of my tongue to say never mind and just have sex with him anyway. He was gorgeous, and I was sure I’d enjoy it. But I wasn’t into the random, casual sex he seemed to want from me, and I was already pretty disgusted with myself after my relationship with Paul.
    Trent pulled away, and once his hands were no longer on my hips, I got up and fixed my jeans. He looked confused, and I thought again of how easy it would be to simply say yes to him, that I’d made a mistake, that everything was fine. But it wasn’t.
    “I can’t do this. Not tonight,” I told him as he stood up too and adjusted his clothes. He was still hard, and I was quickly losing my erection. Fucking perfect. I wanted to sigh and knock my head against the wall a few dozen times.
    He nodded and started heading for the door. “I get it.”
    “Where are you going?” I asked. I thought maybe we could watch the rest of the movie, each of us have another beer, and pretend this hadn’t happened.
    But he kept walking to my door. “I’m not in the right space for a movie and hanging out right now. You don’t know this about me, and most people don’t actually, but when I’m not okay, like now, the only thing I’ve found that calms me down is sex. So I’m going to go fix myself.”
    “You’re with someone?” I asked, feeling a bit sick to my stomach all over again. Not this. I couldn’t be the