Page 35 of Remote Access

“I’m gonna come,” Lane panted, his hands back on Quincy’s head. “I fucking love your hair!”

Quincy ran his tongue around Lane’s cock, then sucked him back to swallow around the soft head. He cupped Lane’s balls, feeling them drawing up into his body right as Lane’s back came up off the bed.

Quincy pulled back, leaving Lane’s dick wet, and growled, “I want to see.” He lightly squeezed Lane’s balls as he stroked his cock in his fist. His gaze locked on Lane’s face as the man’s mouth fell open and his eyes snapped shut. He came silently but his expression said everything as he spilled all over Quincy’s hand and his stomach.

“Beautiful,” Quincy breathed, stunned, his heart beating through his chest. “I could watch you come every day.”

Gray eyes popped open and the haze morphed into a sharp stare. Neither of them said a word and the feeling that swept through Quincy would have taken him out at the knees if he hadn’t been lying down. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from Lane. It felt like everything about Quincy had changed with this man’s touch, like he’d imprinted on his skin and no other touch would ever feel quite right.

That thought scared the shit out of him.

Mischief filled those gray eyes as Lane must have seen something in his expression. “Don’t worry, cop, nobody’s exchanging any rings here.” His Adam’s apple bopped in a hard swallow. “But I have to say that whatever it is we’re doing here… I’m not ready for it to end and I don’t see any other option. I have to disappear after this.”

“We have enough to take down Letsen.”

Lane pushed him to his back and came over him. “And in all that paperwork, they will find the artful dodger’s many, many escapades.”

It was true. He knew it, but his chest hurt at the thought of this beautiful man disappearing completely from his life.

“You’ll have your job back soon and you’ll get to take down a corrupt official. Good things are coming your way.”

“In the meantime, I’m going with you to Maine.”

Lane sat up. “Seriously? But you just said you have everything you need.”

“I was planning to go there anyway, but now it gives me an excuse to stick with you longer. You ready for this to end? Because I sure as fuck am not.”

Lane’s smile was radiant and Quincy tried to ignore the pang it gave his heart.

“Let’s see how quiet you can be when I show you what I can do with my mouth.”

Quincy just yanked the pillow over his face.

* * *

“You sure about this, Quincy?” Isaac asked as they loaded the boxes into his vehicle. The air smelled crisp and clean from all the rain the day before, the woods pungent with fresh mud and wet greenery. He and Gareth had decided to take everything to Isaac’s place, where he had a kind of panic room built into his house. It kept all his electronics—things Quincy had never asked about because he’d guessed early on it was better he didn’t know exactly how Isaac got some of his information. “You really going to head to Maine and do what? Drive? And help this kid steal back a poster?”

Gareth joined them and the worry on his face made Quincy’s stomach clench. “You know we can’t fly. There’s no way this guy doesn’t have connections everywhere. It’s not that bad a drive. We can make it in a couple of days with one stop. I’ll be okay. Fill in Liam and Carter, and for God’s sake, see if you can find anyone still loyal to us to watch their backs because when you guys take this paperwork to the right channels, shit is going to be flying.”

Isaac nodded. “I know someone. I’ve been researching him for a year and he’s honest. And he’s above Rawlins.”

“Good.” He looked at the cabin as Lane passed in front of the window. He guessed they had maybe another week together. He hoped they wrapped up Hayrick Letsen and his operation that fast, but he dreaded the day Lane walked out of his life for good.

“You really like this guy,” Gareth said, his gaze discerning and sharp. “Look, he seems great and if that story he told you is true, it’s terrible. But you need to watch out. Someone who has spent ten years lying? You sure he’s not playing you?”

“Did you get that off him?” Quincy asked. He knew to trust Gareth’s instincts because they’d been honed along with his own, but his back went up and that surprised him. Somewhat. He already knew he was close to being head over heels for Lane. And he still didn’t even know his last name.

“Nah,” Gareth finally said after a long, uncomfortable pause. His half smile was rueful. “If anything, I have a feeling you both may end messed up over whatever it is you’re doing.”

“And from the sounds of it this morning, what you’re doing is fucking good,” Isaac broke in, lifting his eyebrows.

“He’s right.” Gareth chuckled. “It really is a small cabin, Holt. Also…damn.”

He knew the red on his neck couldn’t be explained away with heat because it was still too early for the sun to be high in the sky. What could he say? He had no excuses for how crazy he was acting and he had no intention of stopping anytime soon. He planned to spend as many naked moments as possible with Lane—who chose that moment to come outside and walk down the steps. He stopped, his backpack over his shoulder, as he eyed the three of them. Lane had difficulty giving up the paperwork but he’d finally agreed when they’d given him all the papers with TAD in the mix.

Quincy had the strongest feeling Lane wasn’t going to stop with theMetropolisposter.

And he didn’t blame him.

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