Angel In Blue by Mary Suzanne Page B

forms and Mack left the hospital. He returned to work, but didn’t forget Ike. All that week he tried finding the courage to call him. In the back of his mind, Mack thought he might have misjudged the looks Ike had given him when he visited, but then Ike’s visage would fill his head. He hadn’t imagined the fleeting touch in the burning room or how it had set him aflame.
    That night, after showering, he dialed Ike’s phone. He was just about to hang up when he heard a male voice. “Ike, here,” the deep husky tone filled the line.
    Mack felt his insides shake at the sensuous sound. His mind formed a visual picture of his rescuer, and he felt his fingers tightening on the receiver. “Ike,” he eventually answered. “This is Mack, the guy you saved last week.  How about meeting me at Smitty’s for a drink tonight?”
    “Sure, I’ll be there around eight.”
    Mack had chosen Smitty’s because he knew that none of the members of the fire or police department hardly ever frequented the small bar. Privacy was what Mack looked for, a safe place to explore his hidden feelings; especially since he wanted to find out if he was right about Ike.
    “See you there,” Mack said, having a hell of a time keeping his voice calm. The last thing he wanted was to act overanxious with Ike. Just the thought of his sexy cop made the blood sweep through his veins.
    Mack was the only one left in his family, so he didn’t have to worry about relatives finding out what his sexual leanings were. Although he’d never acted on those urges, he felt the time was right; and that Ike was the man.
    Mack stopped and looked in the mirror. He ran the brush through his dark hair, not missing his green eyes dancing out at him from the glass. He wasn’t handsome, but the toughness in his features made up for any Adonis look he may be lacking. Although the women didn’t hold any interest to him, he always had his fair share of attention when he happened to find himself in their company.
    By eight, he walked through the door at Smitty’s. He glanced around looking for Ike in the dimly lit room and found him sitting in a booth, waiting for him.
    “Hey, glad you could make it,” Ike greeted him, motioning for the waitress that had been hovering nearby.  “What’re you drinking?”
    “Beer,” Mack answered, sliding onto the vinyl seat.  “The drinks are on me tonight.”
    “I’m going to have to rescue you more often,” Ike laughed.
    Before Mack could answer, the barmaid brought their drinks. Lifting his long neck bottle, Mack tapped Ike’s with a clinking sound. “Thanks again for your daring rescue.”  Mack’s gaze lifted and met Ike’s.  
    For some reason, Mack found he couldn’t break eye contact. Ike’s open stare brought a powerful reaction swiftly surging through his body. He felt as if he was drowning in the hazel depths holding his in relentless capture.
    The jangle of Ike’s keys hitting the floor filled the space around them, and Ike’s head quickly disappeared beneath the table. The next thing Mack experienced was a hand gliding caressingly across his crotch. It was so fleeting it made him wonder if he’d imagined the light touch. When the erotic stimulation happened again, he knew this wasn’t his imagination. Ike kept up the gentle stroking across Mack’s sheath until he felt his head whirling with the pleasurable sensation.
    Mack felt his cock rising swiftly at the intimate contact, pressing solidly against his tight jeans, pushing for a release from the heavy confining material. A heated flush filled Mack’s face over the unexpected experience. As Ike’s head appeared above the table again, Mack couldn’t hide the excitement dancing in his green eyes.
    “What’d you say we get out of here?” Ike suggested, swallowing down the remainder of his beer.
    “I’m with you,” Mack answered, leaving his unfinished beer on the table. Beer was the last thing on his mind.  He wanted to explore the depths of