He was still a few cars away when he heard Cody’s rushed footsteps approaching him. He braced himself for a tackle, because hell, he would have tackled whoever took his keys, but Cody didn’t.
“Give ‘em back,” Cody said from right behind him.
“Give yourself time to sober up, then you can bolt. You’re clearly law enforcement. It wouldn’t be good for you if you got yourself a DUI,” Mitch explained, rounding the trunk of his rental, still not looking back at Cody. “What are you, a police officer?”
“No, I work for the Texas DPS,” Cody replied, standing near the trunk, but not moving any closer. Mitch opened the driver’s door, and before he sat down, he glanced back. Mitch could see the leeriness in Cody’s eyes, that he wasn’t sure what to do next.
“Hmm…does that mean you’re a sexy state trooper?” Mitch asked, resting both arms on the roof of the car.
“I just got assigned to mounted detail, but I really want to be a ranger. I only have another year before I can test,” Cody said in probably the most honest and in-depth exchange they’d shared tonight. Mitch smiled at the bowed up chest that accompanied those words.
“Army or Texas?” Mitch asked.
“Texas,” Cody answered as if that were the only logical choice. It wasn’t, and it was damn hard to become a Texas Ranger.
“Good, get in,” Mitch said, nodding to the passenger side.
“Good, why?” Cody called out but didn’t move from his spot.
“That means you weren’t lying about your age, and you’re older than I originally thought you were.” Mitch ducked his head inside the car and closed the door. He made a show of making sure the car was unlocked and then put the key in the ignition and turned the car on. “Crawling” by Linkin Park blared on the radio, and he reached up to lower the volume. When Cody still hadn’t come to the car, Mitch cut his eyes to the rearview mirror and watched and waited. Surely Cody wouldn’t leave. Mitch chuckled at the thought. If Cody knew what was good for him, he’d take off and call a locksmith, because if he got inside this car, Mitch planned to do everything it took to tap that hot Texas trooper’s ass good and hard tonight.
He shouldn’t get inside that car. Everything screaming through his head made it clear, he should turn around, walk away, and get AAA out there to get his truck started, lesson learned. He needed to stay in his little secluded part of the world and not venture out to the big city anymore until he grew a bigger set of metaphorical balls.
Cody removed his cap, scrubbed a hand over his face, then started cracking his knuckles, a bad habit he’d never broken himself from. But the action helped settle him, and he needed to clear his head. Mitch knew exactly what he was doing, and the guy seemed to get off on pushing at him. Besides, it would take hours to get someone out here to start his truck.
Fuck My Life!
On an exaggerated huff, Cody stalked to the side of the car and tugged open the door. “Give me my keys,” he huffed, bending down, glaring at Mitch.
“Get in, shut the door. It’s cold out there,” Mitch said as his eyes remained focused on something out the front windshield. He hadn’t even bothered to look his way.
“It’s not cold out here. Give me my keys,” he demanded, bending in farther this time, his head all the way inside the car. Mitch said nothing as he slowly turned toward Cody and gave a fake shiver. The minute their eyes met, Cody’s foot slid off the curb, and he toppled a little.
“Get in the damn car. I’m not gonna molest you. Well, not unless you ask nicely,” Mitch chuckled as Cody grabbed on to the door to keep himself upright. “Look, if that’s seriously what’s stopping you, dude, you’re my size, maybe a little bigger. You know what I do for a living and every person in that bar saw you with me. You’re fine. Get in the car.”
“It’s not that,” Cody started.
“Explain it to me in the car,” Mitch suggested. For a few moments, they were again in an eye-staring standoff. Finally Cody caved and crawled inside the car with a huff. They both stared out the front window until Cody finally shut the passenger side door.
“See, no scary monsters in here,” Mitch teased in a mocking tone. Cody clenched his jaw and continued the vigilant stare out the front window. The silence must not have been agreeable to Mitch because he lifted the steering wheel, turned completely in his seat, and stared directly at him. Cody’s heart thundered in his chest. Without question, there was a powerful attraction between them. Well, at least from Cody’s side, and the longer Mitch stared at him, the more his body stirred, pushing him to end its agony.
“So a trooper that wants to be a ranger, right?” Mitch asked, and Cody just cut his eyes over, giving Mitch what he hoped was his best are-you-seriously-asking-that glare. That caused a laugh from Mitch, and he leaned in closer. Mitch’s scent surrounded him, and damn, that man smelled amazing. His traitorous cock swelled against his jeans.
“A good-lookin’ guy like you must be at this club for a reason,” Mitch said, slowly lifting a hand and running his knuckles down the side of Cody’s cheek. Cody tried to turn away, but Mitch stopped him, grasping his chin. His brain begged his mouth to speak up—demand his car keys back—but his cock seemed to control everything he’d done since he crawled inside the car. Hell, his cock had actually controlled him from the minute he’d seen Mitch enter that stupid bar. Cody Turner did not think with his dick, he thought with his brain.
Mitch leaned in even more, coming closer to Cody’s face. His eyes settled on Mitch’s perfectly formed lips, and the smirk that followed made it clear Mitch knew the power he had. His eyes shot up to Mitch’s deep amber gaze. “Why are you here tonight, Cody?”
“I’m celebrating,” he heard himself say, lost, completely transfixed by Mitch’s eyes. His answer must have surprised him. Cody dropped his gaze back down to Mitch’s sexy smirk. And damn if that grin didn’t go all the way to his cock.
“What are you celebrating?” Mitch moved in closer. The movement seemed to suck the oxygen from the car, and all he could do was breathe Mitch in. He was losing what little control he had. He could feel the connection and sexual tension sizzling in the air around them. There wasn’t six inches separating their faces, and he welcomed the warmth of Mitch’s breath on his skin. Cody remained silent for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. There were so many things running through his head.
“My new detail, getting closer to my goal.” His brain was scrambled.
“As a ranger?” Mitch’s husky voice dropped an octave lower as he descended, moving closer to Cody’s lips.
“Yeah.” Cody lifted his face. He wanted, no needed, to feel Mitch’s lips on his.
“That’s hot.” Mitch sealed their lips together. Cody welcomed the kiss and let Mitch take the lead.
When Cody relaxed and opened for him, he needed no further invitation. There were no awkward moments, no learning how the other kissed. They just fit from the very first press of lips.
Mitch slid his tongue along the seam of Cody’s lips and pushed in. Cody’s tongue met and brushed against his, caressing and swirling without hesitation. Damn, the boy could kiss, and fuck if Mitch didn’t want more. The kiss deepened quickly, turning fervent as primal sounds radiated from Cody. At the same time, fingers ran through Mitch’s hair and across his face. The whole encounter pleased Mitch, knowing his kiss turned Cody on so much.
Cody moved instinctively, giving Mitch better access to delve deeper, and he took the offer to its full advantage. Cody’s hands moved of their own accord, skimming over every inch of his bare skin. Mitch smoothed his palm eagerly over Cody’s thick chest, stopping to roll his budded nipple between two fingers before sliding down to his well-defined stomach and exploring every swell and indention under his palm.
Without any hesitation, he reached lower to massage Cody’s rock hard erection entrapped behind soft, well-worn jeans. He groaned when that hard bulge thickened against his palm. Damn, his boy was a big one, just like he liked them. Mitch liked to bottom just as much a
s he enjoyed topping. Hell, he’d take sex any way he could get it. But tonight, he wanted to be balls deep in this hot Texas cowboy.
He massaged Cody’s dick to the same rhythm he created with his tongue. He swore he would keep on till Cody was begging to be fucked. Even as he told himself to take the time to draw Cody in, Mitch made a move to speed things along. He needed to be closer to Cody. He wanted to feel that hard body under his.
“Damn fucking console,” Mitch hissed, breaking from the heated lip-lock as the side of a cup holder lodged into his ribs. He pushed himself up, trying harder to get into the passenger seat with Cody. Their eyes made contact, and the need reflected in Cody’s gaze took his breath away.
“I have a room,” Cody whispered, lowering himself back as far as the seat would go. Mitch gasped in uneven breaths, watching Cody lie back in the seat. Fuck, that sexy hooded eye thing that Cody had going turned his shit on.
“Is it nearby?” Mitch panted, partially lying across Cody, getting as close as he could. If he couldn’t be kissing the guy, he certainly needed to touch him. Mitch’s hand was right back, massaging Cody’s hard dick. He didn’t want to lose the momentum they’d started, and he placed a simple kiss on Cody’s lips, waiting for his answer.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Cody whispered against Mitch’s mouth, as if he hadn’t already had that revelation.
Mitch weighed the risk of giving Cody a blow job right there in this very spot. The thought of sliding Cody’s hot length in his mouth and teasing the guy’s slit with his tongue made Mitch’s mouth water. Yes, if they were caught, he’d be arrested, but his job was reasonably secure. Cody’s, on the other hand, might not be so safe. And why did that even matter to him?
“Is your room close?” Mitch asked again, increasing the tempo of his hand.
“It’s downtown,” Cody answered breathlessly, his eyes barely opening. “There’s a parking garage a little farther down that way, we could go there. It’s much closer.” Maybe Cody did want this as much as he did. God, he hoped so. Mitch crushed his mouth to Cody’s, driving deep quickly. He used his tongue to fuck Cody’s mouth like he planned to fuck his ass. Cody’s lips were warm and soft, moving against his. The short stubble brushed against his cheek making him groan.
This guy flipped every switch he had. The kiss was a frenzied mix of teeth and tongues, sizzling hot and completely combustible. He was going to blow his load in his jeans if he didn’t slow things down. Damn! He hadn’t lost it like this since high school. When Mitch began to pull away in order to drive them somewhere a little more private, Cody latched roughly on to Mitch’s neck and covered his palm over Mitch’s hand, forcing him to massage harder until he finally guided Mitch’s hand inside his jeans. The minute Mitch made skin-to-skin contact, he squeezed. A deep growl came from Cody, rivaling anything Mitch had ever heard, and it was fucking sexy as hell.
He worked that hard dick with his hand. Still wanting a taste, his mind reverted right back to the idea of a blow job, then Cody’s teeth sank into his shoulder. Motherfucker, that’s some hot shit! Screw the parking garage, he needed Cody naked, sprawled out just for him, preferably on a California king. They were big guys, and he wasn’t interested in a cramped quickie in a rental anymore. He wanted the entire night to explore all of Cody’s fantasies, and to do that, he needed to get them somewhere with a bed…and quick.
He drew back to tell Cody they needed to go to his hotel room, that a parking garage hookup just wouldn’t do. But the words froze in his throat, all thought vanishing when he saw Cody’s head positioned back against the headrest, his swollen, slightly parted lips still glistened from their kisses.
Cody drove his hips up into Mitch’s hand. Dammit if Cody wasn’t fucking intoxicating. Mitch couldn’t remember ever having anyone so completely turned on before. Watching Cody writhe under his touch might actually be the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
From out of nowhere, a foghorn interrupted the amazing moment. Cody pitched forward, hitting Mitch in the head. Stars filled his gaze as the second foghorn sounded loudly in the car.
“Fuck.” Mitch fumbled for the phone, digging in his front pocket on the third horn blast. The position was awkward. The steering wheel kept him pushed sideways as he struggled to get upright in the driver’s seat. When he sent an apologetic glance Cody’s way, he saw that he’d lost that sexy sensual look. Confusion and panic were now the most dominate expressions on his beautiful face.
“Don’t move,” Mitch demanded, holding up a finger. It was a little after one o’clock in the morning. This couldn’t be a good phone call, the ringtone made that clear, so he had to answer. He waited for Cody to nod in agreement before he accepted the call. “Mitch Knox.”
“Please hold, sir. I’m connecting the callers. This shouldn’t take more than a minute for all parties to be on the line,” a woman on the other end of the line said in a professional tone, and then suddenly, she was gone. Mitch was left with nothing but silence and a lot of questions. All parties on the line? What the fuck had that meant? Evidently he wasn’t the only one being interrupted tonight.
Mitch arched his brow and again lifted his finger to Cody who seriously looked ready to bolt. He pulled the phone away from his ear for a moment. “I’m stepping out of the car to take this call. Don’t move. This isn’t over between us. Promise me.” Mitch thought he may have gotten that halfhearted promise as a red light on his smart phone lit up, drawing his attention to the breaking news report. Mitch put the phone on speaker and clicked the flashing icon as he exited the car. His heart immediately began to race. Republican Senior Majority Leader Seth Greyson’s image appeared on his screen with a headline that read, “Greyson’s Son Kidnapped.”
“Shit!” Wasn’t Greyson’s oldest son openly gay? His body immediately went on alert, the tension overriding his arousal completely as his brain kicked into overdrive.
Mitch quickly scanned the article, amassing the details offered by the press. He barely got through the first couple of paragraphs before he heard the other parties connect to the line. As every member of the call was introduced, he scanned the high points through the rest of the article. This could, unfortunately, be the break he needed to move his case along.
“Deputy Marshal Knox, are you present?” the woman asked.
“Yes, I am,” he said, turning off the speaker mode and bringing the phone back to his ear.
“Go ahead, Director Skinner,” the female said. There was a click as she disconnected from the call.
“We’ve had a situation arise. One we, unfortunately, had some knowledge of the eventuality of. Senator Greyson’s son was attacked two nights ago. There was a ransom note, but that appeared to be false, to throw us off. Elliot Greyson was found in the last few hours, some six hundred miles from his home. We’re certain he’d been left there for dead. He’s currently back in DC, in critical condition, not expected to survive. The facts as we know them: The boy dodged Secret Service, we’re assuming on purpose. The FBI is all over this, but the case fits the patterns of the one Deputy Marshal Knox has put together. As a result, from this minute forward, there will be reassignment. Deputy Marshal Knox, we’re pairing you with Agent Tyler Connors, the current FBI lead agent investigating this crime. Do you have any questions?”
“When do I report?” Mitch asked.
He heard the car door open behind him. He tried to listen to and concentrate on the phone conversation as he watched Cody get out of the car. Mitch pinned him with his stare, willing him to stay right there.
“Knox, you’ll report to Director Carpenter first thing in the morning.”
“Call me when you’re on the way to the airport,” Director Carpenter spoke up on the call for the first time. After those directives, the call ended as quickly as it had started. Mitch used speed dial to call Ellen while trying to keep one eye on Cody.
“Hang on, I’m almost done,” Mitch said. As the phone rang, Mitch’s gaze slowly drifted to Cody’s lips. They were thick and full, swollen a
nd red from their kiss, and he liked that look. As if Cody knew his thoughts, the faintest blush crossed his cheeks as he looked down. When he did, those sexy long lashes brushed his cheek.
Mitch’s erection was back in full force.
Cody was about the hottest thing he’d seen. He bet that blush showed up regularly in uncomfortable situations. He knew right then that Cody was a temptation he wanted to pursue.
What was wrong with him? Mitch had just gotten the break he needed on the case that he’d fought tooth and nail for, and all he could think about right now was that he hoped he couldn’t get a flight out of town until the morning.
“Yes, sir,” he heard Ellen’s sleepy voice come on the line.
“You’re supposed to be arranging me a flight, not sleeping. I’ve gotta get out of Dallas ASAP. I need to be in DC in the morning. Can you get your pretty little head up and make that happen?” Mitch asked.
“You think I’m pretty? Kidding, I’m up and working now.” Ellen gave a deep thorough yawn into the phone. “Why can’t you guys ever get your case breaks during normal operating hours?”
“Duty calls, princess,” he said as he stood there watching Cody watch him with the car still between them. “Besides, it’s why you make the big bucks.”
“Riiighttt. We need to talk about that raise in my next evaluation, sir,” Ellen said.
“What have I told you about calling me that?” he grinned and rapped his knuckles on the car hood when Cody looked away. He wanted those eyes on him, not cast down. Down meant regret, and he didn’t want there to be any of that at all.
“You told me you aren’t old enough to be a sir yet,” she replied back instantly.
“I’m not responding.”
“But my parents always taught me to be respectful of my elders,” they said the end in unison.
“Again, you need better jokes,” he chuckled, giving Cody, Ellen’s wink.
“Mitch, how close to the airport are you? There must be something going on in Dallas. The flights are booked up tight. I can get you out at three-thirty this morning on American Airlines. Can you make it?”
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