Point of No Return by N.R. Walker

guys," I told him. He stacked the mats and turned to look at me. I bent over to pick up my towel so he got an eyeful of my ass, and when I looked back at him, I very slowly, very deliberately, raked my eyes up his body. I moaned. "Mm, yeah. I've got somewhere else I'd rather be."
    His eyes grew impossibly darker, and he smiled slowly. I looked at the clock on the wall. Five thirty-two.
    I worked out roughly how long it would take me to get home, showered, and back to his place. I palmed my dick deliberately and smiled. "See you in thirty."

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Chapter 11
    As per his instruction, I pulled into the undercover parking lot of Kira's apartment. He met me there with a duffel bag of clothes, a box of food and another bag of God only knew what.
    "We're only going for the weekend, yes?" I asked, looking at what he'd packed.
    He laughed as he got into my car. He was dressed in ordinary jeans and a shirt, but the grin he wore was something else entirely. "Yes, just the weekend."
    I pulled the car out of the complex and asked where to.
    "Mom and Dad live in Claremont, so onto the 5," he told me.
    We found ourselves in the ebb and flow of traffic, and I thanked him again for being a good sport with the guys at the gym, and then I apologized again for the same.
    Kira looked at me and smiled kindly. "I know they mean no harm," he said. "All jokes aside, it's obvious they respect you a great deal."
    I nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. Joking is how they deal."
    "And as for all the secrecy," he went on to say. "We just do what we have to do, my dear man." His hand

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    reached over the console, and he squeezed my thigh.
    "Whatever it takes."
    He didn't move his hand, keeping it on my leg, so I slid my hand over his. "Whatever it takes."
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    The drive to his parents' place took about forty minutes. We were far enough out from the city that I didn't fear being spotted, so I didn't hesitate to step out of the car and walk with him to the front door.
    The house was an older, bungalow style home, very suburban, very family. Kira bounced up the steps and just opened the front door. He called out, "Mom?" as he walked straight in.
    He turned and smiled at me, waiting for me to
    follow him inside, and the first thing I noticed was the smell.
    Something smelled delicious.
    "Oh, good," we heard his mother say from somewhere in the house. "Kira, get this down for me."
    After taking our shoes off, we walked into the kitchen. Kira quickly reached up and collected a container off the top shelf and handed it to his mother along with a

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    kiss on the cheek. His father walked in at the same time with some fresh herbs in his hand.
    The conversations started between them. I was soon smiling and laughing at the antics, jokes and eye rolls between them. Sal signed gestures to Kira when Yumi wasn't looking, and then when Sal wasn't looking, Yumi signed gestures about her husband behind his back while Kira tried not to laugh out loud.
    I had no idea what they were saying to each other, but it was funny as hell to watch.
    Soon enough, we were eating the most delicious dinner I think I'd ever had, while the conversation never stopped. Yumi asked me fifty questions, about work mostly, but then she asked me about my family.
    "My mom passed away when I was seventeen," I told them, and the three of them stared at me. I looked directly at Kira, and said, "I never knew my dad." I felt his hand on my leg under the table, and he squeezed my knee. I looked back to his parents and smiled. "I joined the police force when I was eighteen. That's the story of my life."
    Yumi smiled kindly. "You must be good," she announced. "Only good cops go on the television."
    I chuckled, but it was Kira who answered. "He's the best there is, Mom."

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    Sal signed with his hands, and I looked to Kira to translate. "He wants to know if you've ever been in a