Page 37 of Remote Access

“What if he goes down while you’re with me in Maine?”

“I was and am after Letsen first and foremost. Just knowing Rawlins is going down is enough.” He smiled. “I’d rather be here with you anyway.”

“I’m glad you’re here, too,” Lane whispered. He took a deep breath. “Hayrick probably did kill your cousin. He’s capable of murder, I have no doubt.”

Quincy frowned.

“Remember in the beginning when I said there’s another kid he blackmailed? His name is Helix. He’s my age. Five years ago, we were put on a job together and when we delivered the item, Hayrick was infuriated that we hadn’t taken something else from the house. I never understood why because we were always sent after something specific and always came back with that one thing. But it was like Hayrick had been testing us or something. Who the fuck knows? He beat us both, but—”

“He fucking beat you, Lane?”

He tried to smile when he saw Quincy’s hands curl into fists, but the memories stole that warm feeling. “Yeah. I was pretty messed up but it was nothing like Helix. He nearly killed him. I don’t know if he was harder on him because he was bigger or what, but I do know he has something bad on him because if he hadn’t, Helixwouldhave killed him. The rage in Helix’s face—it was unlike anything I’d seen and I’ve spent ten years furious.” He wrapped up what was left of his sandwich, unable to swallow another bite. “It took us both time to heal. My mother was frantic when I finally made it home. I wasn’t left with scars, but Helix had to have been. And the day before I left, I walked past him looking at himself in the mirror. He hated himself so, so much more than he hated Hayrick. His expression is burned into my memories.”

“What do you think Letsen had over him?”

“No idea. He could be a kid from one of the people who broke into the testing facility for all I know. But whatever it was, it was powerful enough to keep him in line. Even when Hayrick burned him with lit cigarettes.”

Quincy winced.

“I saw Helix one more time after that. He’d been called in to clean up a body and it was like something in him, whatever spark that had kept him human, was gone.” Lane shivered at the memory, then rubbed his chest where it had started aching. He looked at Quincy. “So if you’ve actually seen how those stores are being used, why didn’t you have Hayrick arrested at that point? Wasn’t it enough to put him away?”

“I had already been kicked off the force by then and knew he had more than just the chief on his payroll. I had no idea who I could trust outside of my friends but they couldn’t do anything at that point either.”

“He really isn’t too bright, is he?”

“Bright enough to pull off an operation like nothing I had imagined.” Quincy stood and dropped his sandwich in the trash, then pulled out his cell. “I’m going to call and check in with Isaac and Gareth.”

“I’ll grab a shower.” He jumped up off the bed, setting his food on the bedside table. He started to grab his sleep pants, then saw Quincy raise an eyebrow as he held his phone to his ear. Lane grinned. Instead, he left them in his backpack and tugged off his shirt as he walked backward into the bathroom.

The water got hot fast. He quickly stripped and got under the spray. It felt so good after the hours in the hot car. At this point, he was looking forward to the cooler June temperature of Maine. The SUV they’d picked up for two thousand dollars had over one hundred thousand miles on it and a couple of windows that didn’t work in addition to the broken air-conditioning, so they’d sweated through most of the trip. Luckily two of the windows still opened, but it hadn’t been enough to fight the unusually high summer temps. He shampooed his hair and washed away the day’s sweat with so much pleasure he moaned when he finally felt clean—inside and out.

“Now, that’s a pretty, pretty noise,” came a rumbling growl from outside the stall.

Lane saw Quincy’s big form through the opaque door of the shower. He slid it open enough to meet those blue eyes as Quincy tugged off his T-shirt, then unsnapped his jeans. As he revealed more of that gorgeous body, blood pumped hot through Lane’s veins, speeding when he saw the condom and lube the man set on the counter.

He moved back so Quincy could step under the hot spray. He leaned against the tile and watched the water spill over all that skin as Quincy leaned his head back to wet his hair. Lane couldn’t stop himself from scraping his fingernails through the coarse wet hair on Quincy’s chest, from leaning forward to lick the water from his salty nipple. He latched on, sucking and biting before moving to sip the water off his collarbone. He nudged Quincy’s neck and bit down. At the same time, he picked up the soap and lathered up his hands. He smoothed his palms over strong shoulders and arms, soaped his chest until the suds made the hair curl up. He washed Quincy’s belly and knelt to wash his thighs and shins.

Hell, the man even had long, sexy feet. “Turn around,” he murmured.

Quincy did, groaning as Lane ran his fingers up his inner thighs. Lane gently cupped his balls, then re-lathered his hand to run them over Quincy’s ass. It was perfectly round and he leaned forward to take a bite. He cleaned between, his fingers growing bolder when Quincy began to make the sexiest fucking noises he’d ever heard in his life. He slipped one inside the man and smiled when he shuddered and pressed himself down harder on that finger. The last guy Lane had been with hadn’t wanted his hands or anything else anywhere near his ass, so Lane was thankful Quincy felt differently because he loved to play there as much as he loved someone to touch him.

He spread Quincy’s cheeks and licked at the water streaming over his hole.

Quincy actually yelped and Lane couldn’t stop the chuckle from escaping his throat.

The big guy turned and hauled Lane up, his watery grin so goddamn beautiful, Lane’s heart skipped a couple of beats. He put his hand around Quincy’s cock.

“Fuck, Lane!” Quincy yelled, shuddering against him again.

“I can feel your heartbeat under the skin here.” He tightened his fingers and stroked him with a tight fist. Surging up, he smashed their mouths together, the feel of Quincy’s scruff bristly against his chin. He sipped water from his lips, then slid his tongue inside to taste, groaning as hard fingers grabbed onto his sides, then slid up to cup his neck on both sides. Quincy held his head still, ravaging his mouth with a hunger that matched his. Lane groaned and his back hit the wall, his hand slipping free of Quincy’s dick.

Quincy grabbed his wrists and pulled them over his head, then pinned him against the tile with one hand as he stroked the other down Lane’s chest. He pinched his nipples, then moved down to cup Lane’s balls.

“Prickly,” he whispered against his mouth.

“Sensitive,” Lane hissed back even as he thrust his hips forward. The time his hair grew back after shaving for a job was always the worst, but now, he loved the feel of calloused fingers catching over the growing hair.

Quincy dropped to his knees, water pouring over his head. He slicked back his hair and blinked water out of his eyes as he bent and ran his tongue over Lane’s sac. Lane kept his hands over his head, but couldn’t take his eyes off Quincy as he took one of his balls into his mouth. He quaked and whimpered when that wicked tongue stroked up behind. When Quincy abruptly turned him and spread his legs, he held his breath, then yelled as Quincy’s tongue touched his pucker. He slumped into the wall, closed his eyes, and gave himself over to pleasure.

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