Without Fear - Reese Knightley Page 0,20

his teeth and tried to deflect. “Frank is missing.”

“Back up, Macy.” Logan’s voice turned hard. “Are you FBI?”

He met Logan’s gaze and knew the gig was up.

“Yes,” he said with a sigh.

“Undercover?” Logan didn’t seem phased by his confession.

“Yes, for that job.”

“Where you filmed the video?”

“Yes.”

“Connect the dots for me, baby,” Logan said softly and took his hand to lace their fingers together.

Macy’s breath caught and he lifted up out of his seat and sat down in Logan’s lap. Other than a small start of surprise, Logan’s arms folded around him.

“It was a long time ago,” he said vaguely.

“We have time.”

“It all started just after I graduated high school.” He quickly explained about his brief stint with the wrong crowd and meeting Frank. “He saved me. I went to college because of him. After I earned my bachelor’s degree in criminology, Frank took me to Quantico.”

“Macy?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t look old enough to be an FBI agent,” Logan said softly.

Oh, hell no!

He yanked back, but Logan hung on. It was a fierce battle and they toppled off the couch. He rolled and slammed Logan’s back to the floor.

It was only when the man gaped up at him that he paused.

“Ouch,” Logan whispered.

“Shit, did I hurt your arm?” He released his grip and brushed his hand over the bandage on the man’s bicep.

“My spine doesn’t feel too hot either.” Logan squinted up at him.

Macy straddled Logan’s waist, parked his hands on his own hips, and glared down at the sprawled-out beefcake. He really was a beautiful man.

“I’ll have you know that I’m twenty-seven years old!” He flipped his braid over one shoulder and glared.

“Okay, calm down. You refused to tell me your age. I thought you were twenty-three at the most.”

He sniffed. He hadn’t told Logan his age because he thought the man would think him too young. Now, he regretted it.

“I’ve been with the bureau for almost five years and undercover for two of those years.”

Logan’s hand swept up his arms and then closed around his wrists, sending goosebumps up his arms.

“Five, huh?”

“Yes,” he said a bit breathlessly.

“They let you wear your hair this long?” Logan fingered his braid.

“Yes, they made exceptions because it helps with my undercover work.” He sucked in a breath. Those amazing hands were on the move again, sweeping up his back and then pulling him until his body was bending forward.

“This isn’t a good idea.” Doubts and fears of starting something right then reared up. There was so much shit unresolved.

“I disagree.” Logan’s voice sounding all gravelly sent a shiver down his spine.

The man’s firm lips were only a breath away when Macy gave in. Because, who was he kidding? He wanted another taste of Logan.

He paused just before letting his lips touch that firm, waiting mouth. Undulating his hips, he ground his cock down on Logan’s abs, watching his pupils blow and expand with need, almost swallowing the forest green of the iris.

Logan powerlifted and rolled, placing his back on the thick, plush carpet. Macy wrapped his legs around his waist and gazed up into Logan’s face.

Hands cupped his jaw and a thumb caressed his full bottom lip, and he groaned before fisting his fingers into Logan’s thick hair.

When their lips touched, heat snaked into his stomach. He teased Logan’s lips with several small nips, avoiding the pressing mouth until Logan’s hand fisted in his hair and held his head still.

“And don’t call me baby,” he breathed.

Logan’s chuckle sounded dark and forbidden just before he delivered a fierce kiss.

Parting his lips, Logan’s tongue swept in. Macy nipped at the appendage and then suckled it before running his nails down Logan’s bare back.

His robe parted beneath Logan’s searching hands and he gasped into the kiss when Logan brushed his throbbing cock through the pink, lacy boy shorts.

Shoving upward, Logan lifted and Macy shrugged out of his robe and reached for Logan’s board shorts. Popping down the waistband, Logan’s thick, heavy cock bounced out. The tip cut and shiny wet, the length heavily veined. Macy moaned and reached for it, but Logan moved back and completely shoved off the shorts.

Macy lifted his own cropped shirt and tossed it aside, leaving behind only his boy shorts. Logan’s eyes roamed hot and fierce over them. Macy stretched beneath the man’s hungry gaze.

“Condoms, lube?” Logan rasped.

Macy shook his head. “I’ve got an idea,” he urged, finally reaching for his own shorts and wiggling out of them. Naked, he stretched back on the robe and