Page 53 of Remote Access

“Did other people come here?” Quincy asked her.

“Never. This big house is just going to be sitting here. The only people we’ll have to fool are those in town but even then Hayrick rarely went into Nascent Bay. He sent me after most of the things he needed, so I can just go on as usual.” She sat down and shook her head. “I don’t believe how easy this will be.”

“It may not be,” Lane pointed out. “But we have to try.” He eyed the computer. “I don’t know for sure, but it looks like this is where he kept all the originals he printed off. He kept them in another state to be safe, I guess.”

“Paranoid fucker,” Helix muttered.

“Did he have another home we might not know about?” Lane asked Shelli.

She shook her head and walked to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. “I take care of everything from here. I even shipped out the paper files to his place in Oklahoma. We can easily just keep everything going from here.” She came back to the computer. “But I plan to dig through this thing because I never had access to it and who knows what else he had going on. Why don’t we move it into my office and see what we can figure out? I’ll order pizza.”

Quincy stood. “I’m going to go through the house. You said that vet is coming back to get Letsen and the others?”

Helix touched his shoulder where the man had removed the bullet and sewn him up. “He’s done work for Hayrick for years and like the rest of us, it was never voluntarily. I have no idea what the man had on him, but it was enough to turn him into a cleaner of sorts. I suspect he was framed because of his access to the incinerator.”

Quincy grimaced. “Lane, see if you can find out anything you can on the man in that computer.”

“Will do.” Lane unhooked the monitor and picked up the computer. “Show me where you work, Shelli.”

Hours passed as he and Shelli dug into files that would take months to get through. When he finally sat back and rolled his sore shoulders, he realized Quincy had probably already gone to the bedroom they’d chosen to use. He looked over at Shelli, who’d fallen asleep on the small couch in her office and got up to cover her with the throw from the chair. He searched himself for guilt over killing Hayrick and it was there, but he’d honestly felt the man would have killed Shelli, then the rest of them.

As he walked to the room, all he could think about then was it could be the last night he spent with Quincy. He stood in the hall outside the bedroom, wondering if he could stand to touch Quincy knowing it might be the last time.

Quincy said they’d stay in touch, that he’d visit, but why would he when everything he’d wanted was within his grasp? And Oklahoma was so far from Maine. He could picture it now. Phone calls and text messages would start hot and heavy, then slow the busier they both grew until everything just petered out.

That would kill him.

The door opened beside him and Quincy stood there shirtless and he realized he was a fucking idiot. He should be taking advantage of every minute he had with this man. When Quincy held out his hand, he took it and let him lead him into the room.

The house had two wings of rooms on either side of it and they’d chosen a large room at the back of one. A sitting area filled one corner of the open, bright space. Cream-colored trim went up three-quarters of the walls all the way around. The bed lay bare and when he saw the pallet of blankets under the lazily swirling fan, he couldn’t stop his smile.

“I know how you are about sleeping in one of Letsen’s beds,” Quincy said as he pulled Lane’s back against him and kissed his ear and down his neck. “Why were you loitering in the hall?”

“I’m not ready for this to be over,” he whispered.

“It’s not over. We’ll figure something out.” He nuzzled his hair.

Desire flashed to life and it came with a curl of warmth that went through every part of his body. He tilted his head to give Quincy access to his neck, his eyes shutting when Quincy opened his mouth over the tendon and bit gently, then licked back up to his ear. He nibbled and sucked the lobe into his mouth, his breath hot on the inside of Lane’s ear.

Lane moaned, his dick hardening in the tight confines of his jeans.

Quincy’s hand ran down his chest and stomach, then he unbuttoned his jeans and slid his hand inside to rub his dick over his boxers.

“Fuck,” Lane breathed, turning his face to meet Quincy’s mouth. Their tongues slid together and he moaned again when Quincy thrust against his backside. He pushed his ass back and rubbed, loving the way the big man shuddered against him. Quincy’s other hand came down to open his jeans more and Lane turned in his arms, wrapping his own around Quincy’s neck. “I love when you touch me,” he said into his mouth. “I don’t want you to ever stop touching me.”

“Lane,” Quincy groaned, need rumbling raw through the sound, his hands going into the back of Lane’s jeans to cup his ass. He kneaded the globes with strong fingers, bringing Lane up onto his toes as he plundered his mouth.

Lane buried his fingers in Quincy’s fall of silky hair and pulled back. “Do something for me? Don’t cut this when you leave. I want to imagine how it feels brushing over my body when you’re gone.”

“You’re killing me.”

“Good.”

Quincy’s finger slid into his crease, his finger rubbing over Lane’s hole. “You gonna let me back inside you?”

“Let you? I’d let youlivethere.”

“Or do you want inside me?”

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