dark strands felt like fire.
“Macy,” he growled, yanking his hands from behind his head to grip the slender man’s hips.
Macy smiled and lifted up, reaching around to place his crown at his tight entrance. His dick popped inside and Macy’s tight channel gripped and sucked him deep when Macy seated himself.
“Oh fuuuuck,” he groaned, sliding his hands along the top of Macy’s thighs before he closed one firmly around Macy’s thrusting cock.
Macy sat upright and tossed his head back, riding his dick like he’d been born for it. Taking him so deep that Logan thought his head would explode. He twisted up the length of Macy’s cock, collected the precome at the tip, and then slid to the base.
“Yeah.” Macy undulated, thrusting into his hand while moving his tight ass up and down his dick.
Logan sent his hips upward with a careful thrust. Macy gasped and slid his palms up his forearms before bending forward to tease him with light, taunting kisses.
Logan chased those delectable lips until Macy crushed into the kiss hard, hot, and loving. He fisted Macy’s hair and parted his lips, their tongues tangling. His other hand closed around Macy’s cock.
Macy gasped into his mouth and sent his butt grinding down.
Macy yanked his head back. “I can’t, oh god, I can’t hold it.” His emotions were getting the better of him.
Logan tightened his hand around Macy’s dick and the man came hard. Warm come spilled over his fingers and Macy curled forward, lost in the throes of orgasm. The grip of Macy’s channel around his cock squeezed and Logan lost his ability to think. His own release rolled up and over him and he shuddered with a long, low groan.
Much like a wet noodle, Macy sprawled forward against his chest and Logan closed his arms around the younger man. He carded his fingers through the loose, dark strands, enjoying the silky feeling.
Macy’s head lifted, and he crossed his arms and propped his chin on them. Blue eyes gazed at him with emotion swirling in the depths.
“We’re involved.”
“Agreed.” He tightened his hands.
“You love me.” There went that impish smile he absolutely adored.
“Yes.”
“We’re a couple.”
“Yes.”
Macy smiled. “I love your one word responses.”
“I get my point across,” he teased, loving the soft look in Macy’s eyes, and he gladly returned the series of gentle, loving kisses.
They lay like that for several long moments, enjoying the feel of each other.
“Where do you live?” The curious frown on Macy’s brow brought a snort of laughter.
“In a house.”
Macy smacked his arm.
“Can I see it?”
“Of course.” Nothing would give him more pleasure than showing Macy his home and hopefully someday, the man would call it his own.
“Hey, you two,” Jaxon’s voice came muffled through the doorway after a brief knock. “I hate to break up this Hallmark moment, but we need to plan. We don’t want them coming here.”
“Let them come, we’re ready,” Macy called back.
“Not yet, we need to get to a safe place,” Logan whispered, tightening his arms.
“So, we can hide away?” Macy edged back with a glare.
Hell yes, he so wanted to snarl. He didn’t want Macy anywhere near Siegel and his band of fucking mercenaries. He had enough money at his fingertips to make him and Macy disappear forever if needed, but he couldn’t do that. That way of thinking had sent Macy from him and he wouldn’t risk it again.
“No,” he said, because he truly knew when to fold.
Macy was his own man and Logan respected the hell out of the guy. “We need to take it away from my headquarters. So, we need to make a plan and I can get you geared up.”
“Well,” Macy’s beautiful face cleared, “alrighty then.”
Logan groaned.
Yep! Hooked, line and sinker.
Logan
Whenever Macy moved, he moved with him, like an overprotective papa bear. Call him crazy, but he feared letting Macy out of his sight.
They’d taken over one of the US Marshals’ safe houses that was located in a warehouse district in Denver. It was semi-deserted, but wouldn’t be for long. Both he and Macy agreed they’d call in SWAT and local DPD when or if Siegel decided to breach the building.
Macy moved gingerly to the table that held the weapons. The slow movement wasn’t only from the rough pounding earlier. If Macy thought he was fooling him by plastering on a smile and acting like he wasn’t hurting from the bullet wound, then he had another think coming.
Logan wasn’t fooled, and shifted closer. The decadent scent drifted on the air between them and he