Nice Guys Collection With Added Bonus Material

by Kindle Alexander

  “Go inside or take a seat. I got this.” Cody put everything away, turned off the lights, and closed up the garage. He had no idea of the time. He looked up at the moon, trying to judge, until he saw Kreed sitting next to Mitch on the front porch. They sat side by side with the same stance, feet spread apart, elbows on their knees, heads bent toward the other, and they were talking quietly. Both men were about the same size, definitely the same build. They looked good together. No matter what Mitch said, he could see Kreed was his best friend. It showed in their mannerisms. That stomach pit thing happened again, and he slowed his pace, not sure if he should interfere.

  It was Kreed who saw him and looked up. “Thanks for helping him tonight. It took his mind off things because he got to boss you around.”

  “It’s not a problem. He’s a good man,” Cody said, coming to stand in front of them. He felt like he’d interrupted them and wasn’t exactly sure what to do about that.

  “Come sit down,” Mitch urged, looking up at him as he stood watching them. Mitch moved the chicken bone sitting on the edge of the porch in order for him to take a seat. It would be a tight fit if he sat between Mitch and the post on the front porch. When he didn’t move right away, Mitch reached out and took his hand, drawing him down.

  “Manual labor’s over for tonight,” he said, winking at Cody when he sat down. He’d been right about the tight fit. Mitch leaned back and draped an arm around his back, pulling Cody up next to him. Again, there were no inhibitions in Mitch’s behavior. He clearly felt comfortable with PDAs, and Cody cast a glance in Kreed’s direction, gauging his response.

  Kreed stayed silent, watching them. His face softened a bit and Cody glanced back at Mitch who was looking slyly at Kreed.

  “He’s hot, isn’t he?” Mitch asked Kreed and nodded in his direction.

  “Yep,” Kreed responded after a minute. “Damn, Knox, didn’t think you had it in you.”

  “I told you he was fucking hot. You didn’t think I could get a guy this good-looking?” Mitch watched Cody intently and had a big shit-eatin’ grin plastered across his face. Cody’s cheeks warmed under his gaze and the compliment in Mitch’s words.

  “How old are you?” Kreed asked him.

  “Twenty-six,” Cody answered, linking his fingers, matching Kreed’s sitting position.

  “What’s a good lookin’ guy like you doing with an old man like him?” Kreed asked and nodded his head toward Mitch.

  “I did not fly halfway around the world to hear you casting doubt to my guy about me,” Mitch retorted and drew Cody in closer to him. “Besides, I’m not that old.”

  Kreed gave a bark of laughter. “Said the old man.”

  “You’re older than me,” Mitch scoffed.

  “I’m not trying to date him. Cody, when you’re thirty, he’ll be sixty-two.” That had Cody smiling, looking back at Mitch who then shoved Kreed.

  “Fuck you. I’m like seven years older than him,” Mitch snapped.

  “You’re not counting the dog years. Did he tell you what a dawg he was back when he was your age?” Kreed asked, trying for serious as he looked around Mitch to Cody.

  “Okay, that’s enough. No more of this,” Mitch said, standing, drawing Cody up with him.

  “Yeah, you need to know something, you call me. I’ll fill you all in about Mitch Knox,” Kreed goaded, rising slowly to his feet.

  “Don’t listen to him. He’s got nothing to say that has any value or importance to anything. They have you a plate of food in there.” Mitch started moving Cody inside as Kreed laughed out loud at him.

  “I need to wash my hands,” Cody added as Mitch opened the door and pushed him through.

  “There’s a bathroom down the hall. Come on, I’ll show you,” Mitch said.

  “I can show him.” Kreed offered still from the front porch.

  “You just stay outside,” Mitch called back. Cody laughed again, looking over his shoulder. Kreed was smiling. He looked younger right then, not so burdened. The moment eased Cody too.

  Somewhere around eleven o’clock, Cody navigated the highway to drive them the hour or so back to his place. His belly was full and he yawned right alongside Mitch who had a couple of whiskey shots with Kreed. Mitch yawned louder again and Cody looked over at him. His eyes were closed, his head was back, and his body naturally shifted with the movement. He was close to sleeping, lulled by the sway of the truck.

  After they had gone inside, Cody ate more food than he ever remembered eating. What he saw as he worked outside was a steady stream of well-wishers coming to the house. They never stopped all night long. There was also a large group of women inside, just wanting to help out any way they could. Those women were responsible for the three plates he’d consumed, because they never let his plate get empty. A spoonful of something was always being added.

  “Thank you for tonight,” Mitch said. Cody looked over and smiled.

  “I thought you were sleeping.”

  “Dozing, I think. Seriously, thank you for tonight. I didn’t know when we went over there they were gonna put you to work,” Mitch said.

  “I don’t mind helping. I do things like that for my dad all the time,” Cody replied. “I was thinking about grabbing some of the guys at work who knew Derek and taking them over there in the next few weeks. They’ve got overgrown trees in the back. Their fence is coming down. I think some of them paint. The house needs some work.”

  Mitch stared at him.

  “What?” He felt the weight of Mitch’s gaze on him as he watched the road.

  “I like you more and more every time I’m around you,” Mitch said quietly, and that made him smile. He grinned, staring out into the night, keeping an eye on the road. “How much longer until we’re home?”

  “About twenty minutes, give or take.”

  “Do you mind if I sleep?” Mitch asked.

  “No, go ahead. The headrest bends in.” He motioned behind his head to show Mitch.

  “Fancy,” he said, lying back, resting his head on the headrest. Mitch appeared to have passed out within seconds of reclining. Cody found he drove a little slower and a bit more carefully, letting Mitch sleep longer. He pulled his truck through the gates of the community parking garage in the back of the complex and parked. Mitch never woke up.

  Cody contemplated his next move. He slid his hand across Mitch’s thigh, unprepared for Mitch’s hand to reach out and grab his. Mitch kept his eyes shut, his breathing even, looking very much asleep, but slid their entwined hands up his thigh, covering his dick, using his hand to help Cody massage him right there.

  “I’ve been dreaming about you,” Mitch whispered. “See? You’re even in my dreams.”

  “I dream about you too,” Cody confessed, stroking Mitch on his own now. Mitch sat forward, barely opening his eyes, and moved until he reached Cody’s lips. He kissed him good and long, almost climbing over the console to get to him. No matter how awkward the position was, Mitch kept Cody’s hand on him, massaging his rock hard erection.

  Cody thought he heard the words, I need you. He wasn’t sure, but Mitch’s brute force had him now pulled across the seat, on top of the console, almost in Mitch’s lap. The kiss turned frenzied in a matter of seconds. Mitch’s tongue made love to his mouth at the same time his hands roamed across his body.

  “Inside,” Cody managed to croak out. “Let’s take this inside.”

  “I’ll suck you here, if you let me. No one will know.” Mitch somehow managed to slide his fingers in the waistband of his jeans.

  “Inside.” Cody broke free of Mitch’s hold, only getting a foot or so away before Mitch was on him again.

  “I hate when you deny me. You do it far too often,” Mitch grumbled.

  “I don’t think I do it enough,” Cody teased, and Mitch went for his lips again. Cody dodged the move. “Come on. Inside.”

  Cody awkwardly got out of the truck, making sure to untuck his shirt before going any farther. He prayed he didn’t see anyone going up the elevat
or. There was no way to hide the hard-on filling his jeans.

  “Stay over there,” he commanded as Mitch rounded the truck. Mitch didn’t listen and came for him, pushing him against the side of the truck and kissing him like he’d never been kissed before. Mitch consumed him in that swirl of tongue, lips, and teeth. When Mitch came up for air, Cody wasn’t certain he was holding himself up, and without question, the roll of his hips, matching Mitch’s, was completely involuntary.

  “Now, we know what’s what. Take me upstairs and make love to me,” Mitch said, lifting Cody’s chin until he stared into Mitch eyes. The raw passion he saw reflected in their depths filled him with need. He leaned in and swiped his tongue across Mitch’s lips.

  “God, you’re killing me,” Mitch groaned. “Come on.”

  Mitch had no idea where he was going. The passion they’d just experienced had Cody tucked in next to him as they followed people inside the building. Mitch caught the door before it closed while Cody pointed in the general direction the others had walked. The elevator dinged and Mitch moved them toward the noise.

  “Hey, man.” Mitch heard a masculine voice say. He saw the elevator doors being held, and he pushed Cody forward, getting them inside as the buzzer sounded.

  “Thanks,” Cody said, reaching for the ninth-floor button, but the guy got to it first. So he knew Cody. Mitch eyed him as he leaned back against the elevator wall and Cody stood next to the guy.

  “Eastfield’s in town,” the guy told Cody. Instead of concentrating on whether the guy was in law enforcement or whether he was straight or gay, Mitch’s interest perked upon hearing the name of that organization. This was the first confirmation he’d heard they were here.

  “For sure?” Cody asked. Good boy, Mitch thought. Suddenly he wanted Cody questioning the guy until they had all the answers.

  “Yeah. They’re causing problems downtown tonight. I had to go in. I’m surprised you didn’t get called.”

  “I’m off through Sunday. So they’re here for Derek Sinacola’s funeral?” Cody asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Mitch decided the guy worked in law enforcement too.

  “Yeah, talking shit all downtown. They love to get people riled up,” the guy said.

  “I’m attending the funeral tomorrow,” Cody replied, somewhat quietly.

  “I volunteered to work it tomorrow. Be careful, man.” They did a quick fist bump before he got off on the third floor.

  “It’s wrong what they do,” Mitch said, the lust of a moment ago fading quickly. In its place, a sick hollow feeling twisted in his gut. He believed in freedom of speech, he absolutely did, until it crossed the line to hate. The ding signaled their arrival on Cody’s floor a moment before the doors opened. Cody extended an arm, pulling Mitch forward, drawing him out.

  “We aren’t worrying about that church tonight. We’re finishing what you started downstairs. Then you’re gonna get a full night’s sleep, and we’ll get up early and head over to the Sinacola’s first thing in the morning. Besides, for every one Eastfielder, there will be four people there supporting the Sinacola family. Law enforcement will cover that by themselves,” Cody stated, fishing the keys from his pocket.

  “I hope you’re right.”

  “I know I am. I’d be there too, if I wasn’t going with you,” Cody said and opened the door to his apartment. Mitch walked inside, a little impressed. The clean, small loft-style condo perfectly represented Cody with a mix of Western, modern, and classic. Mitch smiled as Cody’s arms came around his waist and his hard cock pressed against his ass.

  “I like your place,” Mitch said, reaching both his arms back, pulling Cody’s head forward for a kiss over his shoulder. Cody’s hands slid down the front of his jeans, and that was all it took for the lust to return. He was hard and ready. Mitch tried to turn in Cody’s arms, but he couldn’t move with the freaking arms of steel pinning him there, and fuck if that didn’t turn him on more.

  “Walk to the right,” Cody whispered against his cheek before his warm tongue plunged into Mitch’s ear. Cody unbuckled Mitch’s belt and slid a hand inside his jeans. His cock jerked at the rubbing it got. Mitch popped the button and lowered the zipper on his jeans, freeing himself as Cody finished lavishing his ear with kisses and moved to his neck. “Move, Knox. I’m making love to you in the bed. But I’m gonna suck this first.”

  Cody tightened the hold on his cock, and every nerve ending in his body went nuts. His senses overloaded, and he actually heard himself whimper.

  “Move,” Cody growled, pushing Mitch forward as he stroked and nuzzled Mitch from behind. Thank god the space was small—maybe fifteen steps and they were at Cody’s bed.

  Cody ran his palms up Mitch’s chest, over his nipples, and then his arms were above his head, the shirt coming off. Cody never paused in his actions. His hands ran back down along Mitch’s sides, sliding over his hips to grip the globes of his ass. Cody pushed his jeans down, flipped Mitch around, leaving the jeans pooled at his ankles with his boots on. Cody shoved him back on the bed, tugging his boots off and ridding him of his jeans in one smooth motion.

  The domination thing Cody had going made his dick twitch. He fucking liked that shit, especially with the hot blond cowboy at the reins. Mitch lifted himself on his elbows and watched in fascination as Cody undressed and dropped to his knees. He pushed Mitch’s thighs open, crawled between them, and swallowed his leaking cock down to the root.

  “Fuck, cowboy,” he hissed, dropping his head back to the bed when that mind-blowing heat consumed him.

  He arched his hips and eased his cock in and out of Cody’s warm, wet mouth, trailing his fingers through Cody’s hair. Cody’s blond head bobbed up and down on his cock. The delicious rhythmic suction of Cody’s talented mouth had his balls tightening against his body in no time.

  “Cody, I need you to make love to me, please.”

  Cody pulled off his dick, and he swore the temperature rose twenty degrees in that small room as those blue eyes slid slowly up his body to meet his gaze. Cody gave him a grin and kissed the tip of his cock, before righting himself. He leaned to the side, grabbing a condom and some lube, tossing it on the bed within reach. Mitch scooted backward toward the middle of the bed, and Cody followed after him. That sexy look focused intently on him. Fuck! Mitch spread his legs and Cody crawled between them, their hard cocks brushing together as he slid his body firmly on top of him.

  Their lips met when he lifted his head to take Cody’s mouth with his. He could taste himself on Cody. The feel of Cody’s weight on top of him comforted him. He thrust his hips up, grinding his erection into his cowboy.

  “Fuck, Turner,” he hissed into Cody’s mouth as he continued to rut against him. Cody sucked and licked at his lips, never stopping the sensual assault.

  “I missed you, missed this,” he said between frantic kisses.

  “Me too.” Cody scraped his teeth over Mitch’s throat.

  “Oh, god, I need you in me, cowboy.” He took hold of his legs, pulling them back, until his thighs were almost touching his chest, opening himself fully for Cody.

  “Please.”

  Cody sat back, and rolled the condom on. He made quick work of popping the top of the lube and pouring some into his palm. He stroked his dick a few times, his gaze holding Mitch’s the entire time. Mitch needed Cody Turner buried deep inside him, moving in him, making him forget the uncertainty of the outside world.

  The press of strong fingers against his rim made his muscle flutter. Cody eased a finger past the contracting ring and slid in and out a few times before adding a second. He watched the intense look on Cody’s face as he moved those fingers inside his body.

  “Now, please.”

  “Let me stretch you,” Cody whispered.

  “Just fuck me, Cody,” he begged.

  Cody withdrew his fingers then dragged his erection along the crack of his ass, up and down his crevice, then teased the tip barely inside.

  “Oh, shit,” Cody gasped as he pushed inch
by inch into Mitch, stretching him torturously slow. Mitch’s ass was on fire, the burn and sting quickly fading to a delicious heat and welcomed fullness as Cody started to move.

  “More.” He wanted more, needed more.

  Cody pulled out almost all the way, until only the tip remained at his entrance. He slammed forward, doing that same move over and over. Shivers raced through him. He no longer had a coherent thought in his head. His hands fisted into the cool sheets as Cody used his knees for leverage and pounded wildly into him. Somehow he managed to wrap his legs around Cody, drawing him even deeper.

  “Harder, cowboy. Fuck me harder,” he demanded as his body strained for release.

  Cody had angled his hips, the mushroomed head of his lover’s cock brushed that magical spot with every in and out thrust of his hips. Cody fell forward and buried his face in Mitch’s neck. Mitch moaned at the prickle of Cody’s stubble scraping along his jaw. His warm breath ghosted across his skin. Cody’s hand continued moving between their bodies, tugging and stroking him with deliberate, rough pulls.

  “Yes.” Cody rocked into him as loud pants filled his ear.

  Mitch was close, so fucking close. The heat of his orgasm took root, growing in his spine, wrapping around to settle in his balls. A sob escaped from his lips.

  “I’m gonna come.”

  “Don’t want this to end.” Cody’s frantic thrusts slowed. Eager lips nibbled his neck, latching on to his skin and sucking. Mitch was absolutely sure that would leave a mark. Seconds passed as Cody lifted to his elbow, bright blue eyes locked on his, and Cody’s grip tightened at the base of his cock, denying his release.

  “Kiss me,” Cody whispered. Mitch pulled Cody’s head down to him and captured his mouth with his. Cody’s body surged in and out of him as he pushed his tongue between Cody’s open lips. Their tongues convened, twisting and curling around the other. Cody’s intoxicating taste burst across his palate. Mitch stared into Cody’s eyes, holding his face between his palms, urging him even closer. And the slow roll of Cody’s hips had him arching his body for more.