Without Fear - Reese Knightley Page 0,29
his throat.
“Oh my god, Logan!”
Only when Macy was writhing on the bed and begging did he pop his mouth off and work his way back up the sleek body.
Releasing Macy’s hands, Logan wrapped those long, lean legs over his arms and cupped the man’s ass. He reached down and placed his dick at Macy’s entrance and pressed forward, watching his expressive face for any signs of hesitation. When he found none, he pressed farther.
Macy’s hands grasped at the top of his shoulders and tugged him down. Logan went and took that waiting mouth just as he slipped inside Macy to the hilt.
“Nnnnh,” he grunted and tore his mouth away from Macy’s to suck in a breath and stave off his release.
Macy didn’t seem to notice; he bucked wildly beneath him. So much so that Logan had to clutch those wiggling hips, grit his teeth, and piston into his tight channel.
“Oh, oh, oh, yes!” Macy shouted, arms flying high above his head.
Macy’s cock bounced between them, slick and wet. The sight sent him over the cliff. His rhythm grew jerky and halting. When his orgasm raced up and over him, he slammed in to the hilt just as Macy flew apart in his arms. Reaching down between them, Macy grabbed his own dick and furiously yanked and pulled until come spilled from the tip and pulsed on his stomach.
“Macy, Macy.” He said the man’s name like a litany and sucked in air as if he could take Macy deep inside of him and keep him safely locked away and protected.
Logan bent forward and shuddered with several more jerking gasps until he was spent. His lungs burned with trying to catch his breath and his arms gave out, sending him sprawling down.
Into Macy’s waiting arms.
Macy
A slight buzz from his cell phone pulled him awake.
Call me.
It was a text from Stanton.
He eased from Logan’s side and dressed quickly in the dark. Tucking his Glock in the back of his pants, he shoved an extra clip into his jacket pocket.
It was a chore getting Echo away from in front of the door, but he did it by sliding the dog on the slick hotel floor.
“Shhhh.” He placed a finger to his lips when Echo started whining. “Some guard dog you turned out to be,” he snickered.
A sound from the bed drew his gaze and he froze. A light snore reached his ears and he gave a quiet sigh of relief.
He’d felt the heat coming from Logan’s body again. While the man liked to think he was invincible, Logan was still fighting an infection.
Quietly shutting the hotel door, he headed down the hallway to the stairwell before he made his call.
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Macy,” Stanton sighed.
“What is it?” His heart pounded.
“Your boss called me. He says sources have confirmed that there’s a good chance Tony has Frank.”
“Oh, motherfucker,” he hissed, shoving a hand through his hair. His fingers caught on the long strands before he remembered that he’d braided it.
“Why did Alexander call you?”
“He wants me to take you into protective custody as soon as possible.” Stanton hurried on before he could protest. “I know you nixed that idea a few months ago, but honestly, Macy, your running about is putting people in harm’s way.”
Shit. He blinked his burning eyes. That was the last goddamned thing he wanted.
“I’ll go into protective custody after I find Frank.”
Silence on the other end greeted him, but Macy waited. He was dead serious.
“Okay, from what we can tell, Tony’s last known location was up in your neck of the woods.”
“He’s here.” It was second nature to glance out the small window of the hotel near the stairwell. The streets looked empty in the dark with the street lights glimmering on the wet pavement.
“You think he has Frank here?”
“I do.”
“How close are you?”
“It’s going to take me five hours to get to you, but Alexander has already been in touch with the Seattle field office. If you want to head that way.”
He pulled on his bottom lip; he didn’t want to go to the Seattle field office.
“I’ll call Alexander.”
“Okay, see you in a few hours,” Stanton said and ended the call.
Macy called Alexander, and the man answered on the first ring.
“It’s Macy.”
“I’m sorry about Frank.”
He couldn’t speak for a moment with the lump in his throat.
“Why’d you call Stanton instead of me?”
“I’m not sure where your head’s at right now.”
He drew in a swift breath and clenched his hand around the phone. “When have I ever let you down?” he rasped.
Alexander’s