Without Fear - Reese Knightley Page 0,21

lifted a hand to Logan. When the man’s strong, muscled form was once again over him, Macy reached between them and lined their cocks up.

Logan’s breath released in a rush when he closed both hands around them, bringing their cocks together. Logan growled and moved, fucking his hand and sliding against his cock. Macy gasped and lifted his face.

“I want your mouth,” Macy declared, licking at his lips. Logan braced his hands on either side of his head and kissed him.

He groaned into the open-mouthed kiss. Twining his tongue with Logan’s, he nipped and sucked at the man’s mouth while Logan fucked his hand. The slide of Logan’s raging hard cock against his own sent his head spinning and his breath rushing from his lungs. He yanked his mouth away from Logan’s and cried out.

Arching his back, his orgasm swept over him and he moaned as several hot bursts of come smeared between them, making the way slick for Logan’s dick.

Macy’s hands slipped, and he gripped the robe beneath him, tossing his head back and forth, wildly chasing mind-blowing pleasure until he was spent.

“Fuck!” Logan howled and convulsed, bending forward, and the man’s hot seed followed his. Lips locked on his throat as Logan continued thrusting against his abdomen for several long moments before collapsing down into his arms.

“Progress,” he murmured breathlessly into the fall of Logan’s hair.

Logan gave a bark of laughter that was muffled in his neck before lifting his head.

“Yeah? What happened to not getting serious?” Green eyes filled with amusement.

“Sex isn’t serious,” Macy teased and brushed the falling hair from Logan’s forehead.

“I disagree,” Logan rumbled, toying with the end of his braided hair.

“Well, let’s see how you do with a brush.”

“A brush?” Trepidation filled Logan’s eyes, sending Macy into a fit of giggles.

“Not for that, you dork!”

Logan

It felt like silk.

He drew the brush through Macy’s hair and paused to run his fingers through the dark strands. They spilled over his hand and tickled the skin on his arm, and he imagined what it would feel like brushing against his whole body when they made love.

He’d been brushing Macy’s hair for about fifteen minutes, because every time he brushed the strands, Macy sighed with contentment and those tiny sounds were his undoing. He dropped the brush, lifted a handful of hair to his face, and inhaled the sweet scent of Macy’s shampoo.

Call him a pervert, but he’d snuck into Macy’s bathroom while the man was on the phone in the office. Sure enough, the scent was not only in the lotion, but also in the body wash and shampoo.

Yeah, he had it bad for the man who took two steps back from his every step forward. Elusive was Macy’s M.O. But Logan knew without a shadow of doubt that he was falling hard for the young FBI agent.

FBI agent!

He was still trying to wrap his head around it even though he’d suspected something. Some type of law enforcement or secret agent from the gun, the way Macy handled a car, and the places to lay low, but an FBI agent had not been on the list. Of course, he could see it now though.

“Whatcha thinkin?”

He glanced down to find Macy’s head angled in order to gaze at him.

“How happy I am that you stopped running from me.”

“I didn’t run from you!” Macy frowned and turned around to face him.

“For months, you’ve avoided my questions and me.”

“I have not.” Macy chewed at his bottom lip.

“Every time I tried to get to know you better, you’d cut our time short.” He couldn’t count the times Macy would leave if he started asking questions, so after a while, he’d stopped asking.

“I’m sorry.” The man’s eyes were filled with regret.

Logan cupped Macy’s soft cheeks and brushed the pad of his thumb over his pink bottom lip.

“Ask me a question,” Macy urged.

“Was the FBI the reason you disappeared for those two weeks?”

“Yeah,” Macy admitted.

The silence stretched when Macy didn’t elaborate.

“How did you come to be undercover against your own stepfather?” he probed.

“Ex-stepfather,” Macy said firmly.

“Ex,” he amended.

“Assistant Special Agent-in-Charge Alexander Channing recruited me when he found out that Tony Siegel was my mom’s ex-husband.” Macy’s face flashed with anger when he said his stepfather’s name. There was a story there, but he didn’t push.

“When do you need to check in?” he murmured instead and carded his fingers through Macy’s long hair. The man closed his eyes beneath his touch.

“I checked in earlier. They won’t be expecting a call for a few days,”