Page 27 of Remote Access

He pushed inside him and leaned down to lick the sweat off Lane’s neck.

Lane sucked in a deep breath and dug his fingers into Quincy’s arms as Quincy came back up high enough that Lane could lower legs that had to be screaming from holding that position for so long.

Quincy wrapped his hands around the man’s slim waist, held on and pumped into him. Sweat dripped down his face, off his chin, to fall to his chest.

Growling, Lane reached up to scraped his palms down Quincy’s chest, curling his fingers in the hair to find the slick skin underneath. “So. Fucking. Hot.”

Watching his face was a true pleasure. Lane’s mouth stretched slightly open with each thrust, his eyes narrowing, then going wide with pleasure as he writhed on Quincy’s dick. Lane started to pant, his fingers suddenly clutching Quincy’s wrists as he used them as leverage to shove himself harder onto Quincy.

Fuck. He wanted to live inside this man. Quincy stared, mesmerized as Lane came completely unglued beneath him. He let go of his waist and wrapped his fingers around Lane’s cock and Lane still didn’t let go of his wrist—like he needed it to anchor him to the world before he flew up out of it.

And Quincy was right there with him. He tightened his fingers, stroked once, twice and Lane’s hoarse cry as he shot all over his stomach and chest reverberated deep in Quincy. His rhythm staggered and he frantically drove into him as he grabbed hold of Lane’s waist again, the man’s spend slick underneath his hand. He moaned, his thighs quivering as pleasure slammed through him, bowing his spine and making him clutch Lane to him hard. He emptied into the condom, shocked when their gazes locked—Lane’s mouth open, gray eyes wide and just as obviously shocked by the intensity of them together. Lane squeezed him hard and Quincy came down to brace his hands on either side of him, working hard to catch his breath.

When Lane shuddered, Quincy couldn’t stop himself from pressing his lips to Lane’s. They held like that, both breathing too hard to take the kiss deeper.

“Damn, Quincy,” Lane said against his mouth.

“Yeah,” was all he could pant, his mind too blown to function.

Chapter Nine

The next morning, Quincy got up before Lane again. He took a quick shower, then walked back into the room. The other man lay sprawled in his bed, the blankets barely snagged around his hips. The vee of defined muscles over his hips had Quincy curling his hands into fists to keep from touching—from crawling under that sheet to explore the rest of that gorgeous body. The air conditioner kicked on and Lane shivered. Quincy didn’t stop to think about what he was doing as he crept forward and pulled the covers up higher. When Lane snuggled into the bedding, it was all he could do to walk away. He forced himself to snag his phone and go outside.

The overcast, slate sky immediately caught his attention because of the low clouds. That, along with the humidity, let him know they had storms in the making. It would be a good day for going through files in the hotel room. They’d managed to load all the boxes into Lane’s beat-up car before coming back to their room the night before, but combing through paperwork had been the last thing on either of their minds.

Just the memory of their sex had his dick perking up. It was like nothing he’d experienced before, and the connection he felt with the other man called to something deep inside him. He knew—had known yesterday really—that he wouldn’t be turning Lane in to the police, but he hadn’t quite figured out how he was going to pull that off. Hayrick using codes helped a lot, but it wasn’t only Lane’s life at stake here.

How many other kids had been forced into lives of crime?

God, just thinking about it made his chest ache.

He took the phone into the parking lot to call Gareth, who he knew would be up by now even with his night shift at the club. It only rang once before he answered.

“What the hell, Quincy?” Gareth barked into the phone. “The cops hit my place yesterday looking for you. No one would say a word why—not that they speak to me on friendly terms these days—so what happened?”

Gareth’s voice was just the snap back into reality he needed. The man had been his rock for ten years and would always be. “You won’t believe the couple of days I’ve had.”

“I take it you found something searching the house?”

“Not only found but took. And a gem dropped into my lap. I caught a thief breaking into Letsen’s—one he’s been blackmailing for ten damn years. I’m with him now.”

“You’re with a thief.” It wasn’t a question. “A thief?” That one was.

“You know how we needed real proof to take Letsen down? I’ve got it.”

“Rawlins?”

“Not yet, but I’m pretty sure I’ll find what I need. Letsen sent someone after us and I’m sure this guy is going to zero in on us at some point soon, so we’ll be on the move.”

“We? You’re trusting a fucking thief?”

Quincy sighed and rubbed his eyes, not sure how to explain this in any way that would work for Gareth. “Listen to me. I’ve learned that Letsen went after kids. His network of thieves have been teenagers and, from what I’m gathering, more than one wasn’t given a choice.”

Gareth, one of the most protective men in their group of friends, wouldn’t stand for that at all. His silence spoke volumes.

A roll of thunder sounded before lightning struck in the sky. Quincy looked up, the hair on his arms standing at the electricity in the air. Having spent his entire life in Oklahoma, he knew exactly what was on the horizon. “We up for tornadoes today? Because they’re in the air. I haven’t had a chance to catch any news.”

“Possibly, but chances are low. You have someplace to hunker down just in case?”

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