Endangered Species Endangered Species (Time Served #1) - Onley James Page 0,72
needed evidence, preferably a confession. So, we killed two birds with one stone. Linc set everything up with the DOJ while I was on my way to Dooley’s house, and, just like Linc thought, Dooley couldn’t help but run his mouth. He confessed to his part, and now, it’s only a matter of time before we start moving up the food chain, making deals and getting people to flip until we know how far up this thing goes.”
Cy shook his head. It was all so much. “I can’t believe you did all this just to get me out of jail.”
Nicky smiled. “Okay, not just to get you out of jail. I wanted them to pay. I wanted them to question every case those judges have ever worked. I wanted justice for you and everybody else.”
“I-I don’t know what to say,” Cy said honestly.
Nicky smiled. “You could say you love me?”
“Of course, I do,” Cy said, giving Nicky a chaste kiss on the nose.
One of the agents brought the bundle to Nicky with a disgusted look. “This thing has toxic fumes leaking from it. Take it.”
Cy frowned at the bizarre little creature wrapped in a towel. It looked like it was supposed to have been a Pekinese but something had gone horribly wrong. “What is that?”
Nicky winced. “A welcome home present?” he asked, sounding hopeful.
He looked down at the ugly dog. “I love it.”
Webster woke to the feel of hands slipping his pajama pants down just beneath his ass. He arched his back into Cy, rubbing against his very obvious erection. “Make it fast. Pamela and Becca will be here for brunch at ten, remember?”
Cy bit down on Webster’s earlobe. “So bossy.” He laughed.
Webster’s own laugh became a sucked in breath as Cy pushed inside, fucking into Webster in long lazy strokes. Webster reached back to wrap his arm around Cy’s neck, pulling him down for an equally lazy kiss. This was his favorite part of the weekend. While they didn’t always have time for morning sex during the week, Cy often woke Webster like this on Saturday and Sunday. It always started slow, languid, but within minutes, Webster would start to push back against Cy, begging for more, practically sobbing when his slick hand would take Webster’s cock, jerking it in time with his thrusts.
Today was no different. Soon, they were both panting and moaning, moving together frantically until they both came, Cy groaning in Webster’s ear and Webster muffling his shout with a pillow. It was sickeningly domestic, but Webster loved it. They’d fought so hard for it.
They’d spent six months at the safe house while the DOJ worked their way up the food chain. At the end, twelve people had been indicted, including a senator and the head of the board of prisons. But the wheels of justice moved slowly. None of the people arrested were due to stand trial even a year later. But so many people had turned on each other, like rats on a sinking ship, that Cy and Webster were barely a footnote in the trial. Six months ago, they’d made the decision to move back to Webster’s apartment and start their lives together.
When Webster finally rolled into a sitting position, Rosie and Brutus blinked at him from their king-size dog bed in the corner, both of them judging him. He rubbed his face with his hands, before looking over at Cy. “Dogs or cats?”
“Dogs,” Cy said, hopping out of bed to clean himself up and shove his legs into black sweatpants.
Webster gave him a rueful look. “You always choose the dogs.”
Cy laughed. “Yet, you always ask me to choose.”
Webster shrugged. He had him there. “Fine, but tomorrow, you’re cleaning the litter boxes.”
Cy snorted. “How is that different than any other day?”
“Well, if you’d have let me have that fancy litter-robot thing, we wouldn’t have to clean the litter box,” Webster reminded him.
“I’m not paying eight hundred dollars for a robot to do what I can do for free. Besides, you still have to take out the poop tray and toss it. It’s literally saving one step.”
“Yeah, the grossest step. Scooping cat poop.”
Cy shook his head. “You’re such a diva.”
Despite Webster’s large salary and Cy’s job managing the shelter, Cy was shockingly frugal. It was one of many things Webster had learned about his husband as time went on. Even after a year, they were still learning each other’s quirks and eccentricities. Cy insisted on walking everywhere and would always remark on how nice