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If things could be different, Harris could imagine a lifetime of moments spent just like this, but that was a luxury he had no right to even entertain in his fucked-up thoughts. His path had been determined long ago in some damned petri dish.

“Where’s the condoms and lube?” Harris asked.

Woodley leaned over, opened the side table drawer, and pulled out a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube.

“Will these be enough?” Woodley teased.

“For now,” Harris growled before flipping Woodley over and pressing him into the mattress. “My turn.”

Harris took the lube and wasted no time in preparing his lover while pushing any thoughts of the future to the back of his mind. Woodley’s needy moans drove Harris to the brink, but he was able to stave off coming with a quick pull on his balls. He’d never lost control, but the man underneath him pushed Harris further than anyone.

With a few practiced moves, Harris ripped the condom package open, rolled it down his hard cock, and applied more lube before lining up with Woodley’s hole and sliding deep. They both groaned as their bodies joined together, and Harris’s heart raced as the tight heat pulled him in. When he bottomed out, he watched Woodley closely to make sure his lover was comfortable before pulling back.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” Harris groaned as he snapped his hips and set a furious pace.

“You were already crazy before I arrived,” Woodley panted.

Harris laughed softly and increased his speed, pistoning in and out of Woodley like a man on a mission. Their lust-filled moans filled the bedroom, and the bed shook as their desire for each other took over, driving Harris closer to coming.

In a move fueled by need, Harris leaned forward and captured Woodley’s right nipple with his lips, sucking harder as his lover’s groans increased. With carefully measured pressure, Harris bit Woodley’s swollen nub before licking away the slight pain he’d caused.

That was all he took as his lover’s tight ass clamped down on Harris’s cock, making it almost impossible to move, andhe groaned as Woodley’s cock exploded between them. A few moments passed, and Harris could no longer stop himself, coming hard before collapsing onto the muscled, gasping man under him.

Their ragged breathing was the only sound in the room as both struggled to calm their racing hearts. Feelings that would never be spoken or see the light of day rushed through Harris, but he quickly stamped them down—as he usually did. Emotions weren’t part of his genetic makeup.

“Shower?” Harris asked.

“That works,” Woodley agreed.

“Take another condom,” Harris chuckled.

“You’re fucking insatiable.” Woodley laughed as he left the bed and walked toward the bathroom. Harris noticed with a grin his lover had the necessary items in one hand.

Yes, there would be many aspects of this new life that Harris would miss. Woodley was high on the list.

CHAPTER TWO

Detective Woodley

Woodley wasn’t fooled. Harris was hiding something. As a detective, Woodley had spent his life unraveling other people’s mysteries, and his gut was telling him something was up with his lover.

From the ranch, he stood, hands on the wooden guardrail, staring out at the scenery, tuning out the chatter from around him as the other occupants of the house jibed and teased each other. He smiled at their antics, then delved back into his dark thoughts about his upcoming personal mission. One that was sure to have ramifications for everyone he loved and respected.

When Woodley was a kid, his father had been killed while away on a mission of his own. Recruited to be part of a specialized tactical team of former Noah Project subjects, the sole goal was to take down the Noah Group for good. His father had been doing just that until he was murdered by the very same group he was pursuing.

They were eventually shut down, the subjects dispersed globally, and the project wiped from records. Only thatwasn’tthe end.

With the Noah Group now splintered into multiple factions, each vying for superiority by collecting test subjects in a fucked-up form of an arms race, no one was safe.

Not only was the Fire Lake team of highly trained Navy SEALs knees-deep in ending the Noah Group’s reign of terror, but they had a win with former subjects working alongside them. The team was off the charts regarding tactical ability and experience by nature of them being operatives. If anyone could stop thisdangerous and out-of-control group, it was his Fire Lake team. So Woodley had taken leave from his position back in Hood River PD to remain here and help take down those he believed responsible for the defining moment and greatest sorrow in his life—his father’s death.

The squeaking of the board on the deck made him turn around to face a grinning Kyle. “How long are you planning on standing there staring at the gravel?” his friend asked as he stepped out of the house, leaning on his cane to join him on the back deck. “Harris and Jennifer left for the lake house over twenty minutes ago.”

“I’m not staring,” Woodley was quick to point out. “I was thinking. Can’t a man have a moment to stare off into the distance?”Okay, yeah, that sounded weird even to him.

“Thinking, sure. Anything I can help with?” Kyle asked, looking all kinds of amused.

“I’m good, thanks.”

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