Caterena

“He couldn’t fuck Duke and close his eyes, pretending it was Austin. It was cheating, even though they weren’t actually a couple, but he was surely cheating himself and he’d never disrespect Duke like that. “It’s”
― A.E. Via, Don't Judge

“Knew his apology was genuine. If Judge hurt him again then.... Michaels squeezed his eyes shut. “You leveled me, Judge. I… I couldn’t even function.” Judge nodded his head like he understood. “I know. I know I did. But I’m asking you to trust me.” Michaels’ voice was stern. “One more.” Judge smiled at him. “One more chance is all I need.” Judge claimed Michaels’ mouth, swallowed any and all possible rejection and savored only his acceptance. The kiss was intense and full of what Judge was promising. When he pulled back, Judge cupped both of Michaels’ scratchy cheeks and whispered into his mouth. “God, you’re beautiful. What the fuck was I thinking?” They”
― A.E. Via, Don't Judge

“Holy hell. All Michaels saw was a tall, walking Adonis. Decked out in leather except for the tight, black shirt hugging his thick chest. As he got closer his eyes appeared dark and mysterious, he seemed to keep his eyes on target but take in everything around him too. People watched him, but didn’t engage him. It was obvious he wasn’t a criminal because of the gold badge hanging around his neck, but damn he looked like he was on his way to kick someone’s ass. Moving through the precinct like he was the Captain. Confident and sure. He wasn’t frowning but he damn sure wasn’t smiling or giving off an approachable vibe. Michaels stood and swallowed hard. Jesus. The man had to be six-foot-three, maybe -four. Taller than his own six one. It was all the hair. Oh, my damn. That beard, that looked course but possibly soft to touch. Damn, he hoped so. Trimmed neatly with a smattering of grays, at least five to six inches of hair beneath his chin. Enough to pull. Shit. “We all thought you loved yourself, Michaels,” Day said, out of nowhere, watching along with everyone else as the bounty hunter approached. Michaels frowned at his Lieutenant. It really was not the fuckin’ time.  Day’s eyes bugged and Michaels turned back just in time to see what everyone else did as Judge reached for the door. Day leaned toward God and hissed, “Why the fuck is he bringing a horse into our office?”
― A.E. Via, Don't Judge

“Let me ask you something.” Day propped himself up on the corner of God’s desk, leaning in when he spoke. “Did you suck the heart and soul out of my best friend for sport, or did you receive some kind of nourishment from it?” Judge”
― A.E. Via, Don't Judge