Wading with an Octopus

By Charlie Richards

Over two weeks before, Detective Grisham Canton arrested the wrong guy—Solomon Lynch. It wasn’t the first time it’d happened and probably wouldn’t be the last. What made it stand out, however, was the stranger who’d been with Solomon. Grisham didn’t know his name, but the memory of his lean, sexy body, wide dark eyes, and distinctive black and red hair invaded his dreams. Waking with a hard-on was quickly getting old. Grisham heads to World of Aquatica, hoping to discover the identity of the stranger. When Grisham meets Cuzco Judson, the attraction is even more intense than his dreams. After a hot night with the man, Grisham learns a few secrets that turn his life upside down. Cuzco is an octopus shifter and believes Grisham is his mate. As Grisham is drawn into Cuzco’s world—where paranormals will do just about anything to keep their anonymity—will he be able to reconcile that the world isn’t black and white, right and wrong, or will the desire to walk away be too much temptation?

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Sep 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9781487421069

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World of Aquatica: A day that starts like any other takes a sideways turn when a detective discovers that humans aren’t alone in the world.

Over two weeks before, Detective Grisham Canton arrested the wrong guy—Solomon Lynch. It wasn’t the first time it’d happened and probably wouldn’t be the last. What made it stand out, however, was the stranger who’d been with Solomon. Grisham didn’t know his name, but the memory of his lean, sexy body, wide dark eyes, and distinctive black and red hair invaded his dreams. Waking with a hard-on was quickly getting old. Grisham heads to World of Aquatica, hoping to discover the identity of the stranger. When Grisham meets Cuzco Judson, the attraction is even more intense than his dreams. After a hot night with the man, Grisham learns a few secrets that turn his life upside down. Cuzco is an octopus shifter and believes Grisham is his mate. As Grisham is drawn into Cuzco’s world—where paranormals will do just about anything to keep their anonymity—will he be able to reconcile that the world isn’t black and white, right and wrong, or will the desire to walk away be too much temptation?

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Wading with an Octopus

Copyright © 2018 Charlie Richards

ISBN: 978-1-4874-2106-9

Cover art by Angela Waters

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Wading with an Octopus

Beneath Aquatica’s Waves: Book Four

By

Charlie Richards

Dedication

~The mystery of life isn’t a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.

~William Wordsworth

Chapter One

Detective Grisham Canton groaned roughly.

Fucking hell. Again?

Pulling his hand out from under his pillow, Grisham reached for the ever-present hand towel on his nightstand. He’d started leaving one there the week before since waking with a boner that wouldn’t quit had become a regular thing. It was becoming damn frustrating.

Grisham shoved the towel beneath his groin. Groaning at the feel of the towel’s fabric against the sensitive skin of his erection, he arched, sinking his prick deeper beneath the folds. He slid his hands forward and gripped the edge of the mattress, using the hold to grind more pressure on his hips.

Focusing on his cock, on the ache pulsing through him, Grisham spread his legs to give his tingling balls more room. He rutted swiftly, his ass flexing as he dug his knees into the mattress. His prick slid against the fabric, causing sparks to flare through his groin.

Moaning, Grisham realized his orgasm seemed to be getting further away instead of closer.

Grisham eased his hold on the mattress’s edge. Forcing his hips to still, he blew out a harsh breath. He rested his temple on his arm and focused on relaxing his body.

Once he’d stilled, he brought up the picture of the man from the parking lot. He imagined himself bypassing the guy he’d arrested and rounding the hood of the car. Then he would be able to see more of the lean form he’d caught glimpses of through the windows of the car.

The angle had sucked, and Grisham really wished he could have seen the rest of the guy.

Focusing on what he had seen, Grisham imagined himself sinking the fingers of his right hand into the pretty man’s exotic red and black hair. He bet it would be soft, like satin. Wrapping his other arm around the guy’s waist, he skimmed those fingertips along his spine.

Grisham would move that hand down and tease at the top of the jeans he was wearing, dipping beneath the waistband. The sexy man would gasp. His lips would part, and Grisham imagined dipping his head and taking advantage.

The man’s flavor would be wonderful. He just knew it. Maybe he’d taste like butterscotch—sweet and smooth.

When his imaginary man gave in to Grisham’s tug to tilt his head, allowing him to sink his tongue deeper, he imagined tightening his arm, bringing the man’s hard body against his groin.

Grisham’s orgasm crashed over him. He jolted, snapping his eyes open, although he didn’t see anything. Instead, his focus glazed as his endorphins thrummed throughout his system.

Breathing slow and deep, Grisham reveled in the blissful sensations. He allowed his mind to float, not wanting to process why he responded the way he did.

Not yet, anyway.

Once Grisham’s breathing began to return to normal, he rolled to his back. He grunted as he took the towel and rubbed it over his groin. Staring at the ceiling, he tried to get his scrambled thoughts in order.

It was insane. Grisham knew it was. He hadn’t even met the guy.

Almost two weeks before, Grisham had arrested a man named Solomon Lynch in the parking lot of the guy’s apartment building. He’d done his job, and ignoring his attraction to the friend who’d been driving Solomon, Grisham had cuffed the perp and walked away. That didn’t stop him from admiring the pretty man.

And now I can’t forget him.

Staring at the ceiling, Grisham struggled with what to do. He knew it needed to stop, but how could he make that happen? It occurred to him that there was only one way to fix an obsession such as the cute twink.

Easing to a sitting position, Grisham swung his legs over the side of the mattress. He shoved off the bed, the towel in hand, and stalked to the ensuite bathroom. After dropping the towel in the laundry