Page 42 of Remote Access

“I can’t wait that long.” He laughed and managed to wedge his hand to get the door open. Crawling over Quincy’s lap, he fell onto the grass. He scrambled to his feet and crawled into the back of the car again. “I should have stayed back here. Join me?” Lane pushed his pants down and kicked them off. He took his dick into his hand.

“Jesus,” Quincy growled as he got out of the front. He stood outside the car, pulled off his shirt, and undid his jeans before he came down over Lane. “I’m way to fucking big and too old to be making out in the backseat of a car.”

“So drive then. I’ll take care of myself.” He reached up and tugged Quincy down to bite his lip, then let it go. “Or you can stay here and let me take care of us both.” And with that, he spat on his hand and took both their dicks into it. There wasn’t a lot of room and it was sweltering in the close confines, but that adrenaline had him so hot he knew it wouldn’t take long.

Quincy braced himself over Lane, panting, only his eyes glittering in the dark as his hair fell to either sides of his face.

Lane stroked them together and let the fingers of his other hand rub over the hard planes of Quincy’s chest, loving the crisp hair against his palm. He released them, brought his hand up and licked it, getting his fingers and palm nice and wet.

The moan that came out of Quincy sent his excitement up even higher and he grabbed them together again and pulled harder.

It was quick.

It was hella-dirty.

It wasglorious.

When he felt his balls draw up, he threw his head back and keened, loving the wet spilling and shuddering of the man above him at the same time right before Quincy collapsed on him.

“Umph,” Lane grunted, then laughed and he couldn’t stop laughing. Sweat and semen slicked them together and he scooted just enough to let Quincy fall to the back of the seat. He had to hold on to keep from falling into the floorboard. “First time I did that after a job,” he panted.

Quincy just made an inarticulate noise and wrapped an arm around him.

It struck Lane as hilarious and he buried his face in the man’s armpit to laugh.

“I’m breaking so many laws with you.” Quincy hugged him close.

“Complaining?” He raised his head.

“Hell no.” Quincy kissed his temple. “But I’m sweating like a pig and need a shower.”

“I like the way you shower,” Lane said, referring to the night before. “I’ll join you.”

“It’s a deal.” He kissed him again but didn’t seem in a hurry to move. He merely pulled Lane closer. “So what’s the plan to get the poster back to the original owner?”

“Special delivery.”

“You know who would have inherited it?”

“Of course. I’ve followed the family for years and get this—the woman’s grandson is a policeman in the very town where Hayrick Letsen has his other home.”

“He must keep himself really clean in this area.”

“Clean? Squeaky. He does nothing in this state other than ship goods and if I’m right, store them. I have a feeling there are a lot more goods than just the ones he attributed to Fagin in that house. I looked over the blueprints and the place is ridiculous—especially for one man.”

“Maybe he has a family in it.”

“Or a cult.”

“With his obsession withOliver Twist, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Lane blew a strand of hair out of his eyes and sat up. He yanked off his T-shirt and used it to wipe them down. Quincy quietly watched him. When he met his eyes, something moved between them, something warm that tugged at his heart.

He was so fucking in love with Quincy Holt. A cop. The irony was amusing even as the knowledge made his heart pick up beats. It was going to be shredded when he had to say goodbye to this man. “Come on. Let’s get back to the hotel so I can soap this gorgeous body of yours.”

They got back into the front of the vehicle and Quincy drove them back onto the road. “The things you make me do.”

“Hey now, you’ve been a willing participant from the get-go.” Lane yanked his backpack to the front and pulled out a packet of baby wipes. He wiped off Quincy’s chest again.

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