MemoriesErasedTreachery by Charlie Richards

his body's need. He intended spending the entire day in bed with Ewyn, making up for lost time. Good thing it was Saturday.
    He entered the bedroom, glanced at the bed, and smiled. Ewyn lay on Devin's side of the bed with an arm flung across a pillow on the other side, something Ewyn did whenever Devin wasn't home. The enticement to touch Ewyn was intense, but he refused to wake him until he had the stink of death cleansed from body and mind.
    He moved to the dresser, pausing long enough to put his weapon away, then strode into the bathroom and eased the door closed. After starting the shower, he unstrapped his ankle holster, laid it on the vanity, removed the last of his clothes, and walked into the shower. Standing under the cascade of hot water, he closed his eyes, sighed and relaxed for the first time in months.
    This time out had been a bitch. One Op dead, two wounded… shit . For a time, he and Timothy had lost track of each other, and when he'd heard the gunfire, he thought Timothy had gone down. Thoughts of Gemma had flashed across his mind, wondering if she could survive a setback of such enormity, at this time of her life.
    Hell.
    Devin opened his eyes, grabbed the shampoo, then washed and conditioned his hair. He needed a haircut . He lathered body wash over every inch of himself, scrubbed his skin until it tingled, rinsed and towel-dried most of the moisture from his hair, before stepping out of the enclosure. Grabbing a bath sheet from the rack, he draped it around his hips and strolled to the vanity. He did a quick blow-dry, brushed his hair into some semblance of order, then stood poised in front of the mirror staring at his reflection. He ran his fingers along a jaw line desperate for a serious trim, but his need for Ewyn's sexy ass outweighed grooming issues.
    He tossed used towels and washcloths into the hamper, snatched his weapon off the counter and flipped out the light as he left the room. Weapon tucked away in the gun safe, he strolled toward the bed and what lay waiting for him there.
    Ewyn hadn't stirred.
    Devin went to his side of the bed, eased beneath the covers, and slipped his arm around Ewyn's body. Hand splayed across the warm chest, he edged closer, spooned the lithe body to his, then stiffened when baby-boy's little round butt snuggled into place. Brow furrowing, he eased his hand down over smooth contours, checking to make sure he hadn't imagined the feel of cool silk brushing against his cock.
    Surprised to find pajamas covering Ewyn's ass, Devin's hesitation was short-lived because it was evident his cock didn't discriminate. Despite the cloth barrier, his prick sprang to life, demanding attention. He slipped his hand beneath the restrictive material, cupping Ewyn's dick in his palm as he nuzzled the slim neck. Low rumbling emanated from deep in Ewyn's throat, yet baby-boy didn't awaken. Something wasn't right. Ewyn always came awake as soon as Devin touched him, and he never wore anything to bed.
    Devin lifted his head and leaned over to look at Ewyn's face. The pillow beneath Ewyn's arm moved. "What the fuck," he growled, scrambling from the bed while reaching for the light switch.
    " Hmm …what?" Ewyn turned his head, eyes narrowed against the bright light. "Dev!" He bolted upright and hurled himself at Devin, who caught him in his arms.
    Devin even returned Ewyn's enthusiastic kisses, but his eyes never left the smiling, chubby feet-and-hands-waving baby wriggling on the bed. Ewyn pulled back and looked up at Devin's face, and then his eyes followed the direction of Devin's gaze.
    "Oh, Dev." Sobering, tears sprang to Ewyn's eyes. "Come here, sit down. Quite a bit has happened while you were away."
    "Oh-kay…"
    Ewyn's change of attitude had Devin's gut tightening with apprehension. Gaze still on the baby, he complied with Ewyn's request and sat down, leaned against the headboard, then tugged Ewyn onto his lap. It unnerved him even more when Ewyn settled, no squirming, no sexual nuance