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“God, the way you look when you do that,” Owen whispered. “All for me, so ready.”
“Always for you,” Calvin breathed. “Only you.”
Owen leaned forward, licking Calvin’s cock as he worked first one finger and then two more into his pucker. The intrusion made Calvin’s hard-on flag, but he began to plump up once more as Owen took him into his mouth, licking and sucking as his fingers gradually opened Calvin up.
When Owen twisted just so and hit that magic spot, Calvin arched and had to bite at the pillow to stay quiet as he came, jetting his release into Owen’s willing mouth.
When Calvin dropped back to the mattress, Owen sat on his heels, licking his lips like the Cheshire Cat. He didn’t wait to move forward, bringing Calvin’s legs onto his shoulders and pressing his rock-hard cock into Calvin’s ass until he was fully seated inside.
“So good,” Calvin whispered. “Love to feel you.”
“Feels pretty damn good to me, too,” Owen assured him. He kissed Calvin, letting him taste himself on his lips, then slid back and forward again.
Calvin loved to feel the slide of Owen’s sweat-soaked skin against his own, the heat of his breath on Calvin’s neck, the intimacy of Owen’s tongue on sensitive spots. He felt his second climax rise and overtake him, making him shake at every touch.Owen came seconds later, claiming Calvin with his muscular body.
When they finally toppled to the side, and Owen slipped out, Calvin gave his lover a sleepy, sated kiss. “That was…perfect.”
“Don’t say things like that. They’ll go to my head,” Owen deflected, but Calvin could see he glowed at the praise.
Owen reached for a discarded undershirt to clean them and the wet spot on the sheet and tossed it back on the floor. Calvin rearranged the bedding, and they slipped beneath the covers, facing each other and still close enough to touch.
Later, when they lay tangled up together, and Calvin listened to Owen’s breath, he did his best to push all concerns about cowboys and soldiers from his mind, but his dreams were restless.
Chapter 4
Owen
It’s good to see you, Louisa,” Owen said as a tall, thin woman met them at a tea house near the station.
“It’s becoming a habit. St. Louis and now Chicago.” She settled across from them. Calvin had obtained a table in a far corner where they could talk without being overheard.
“Yes. Never a dull moment,” Calvin added. They were quiet as the server brought cups, hot water, and several flavors of tea as well as honey and lemon. After they had filled their drinks, Owen leaned forward.
“You always know the good gossip.”
She chuckled. “That’s my job, isn’t it?” Louisa might not look like what most people pictured as a Pinkerton agent, but she was a highly skilled, well-trained, and very successful operative. Like them, Louisa’s job moved her from city to city depending on the investigation.
“Have you heard anything about the bodies that have gone missing? Or what the local covens are up to?” Owen asked.
Louisa paused to sip her tea. “I’m working in the patent office at the moment, so mostly I see starry-eyed inventors andblueprints for unlikely contraptions. Not a lot of dead bodies, but I’ve met a technology witch or two.”
“A what?” Calvin echoed.
“Someone who tries to combine magic and science, using the magic to fill in the gaps the science hasn’t quite figured out,” she answered. “Fascinating stuff—and a little scary. They can’t come out and call it magic of course, but that’s what it is. And they’re not popular with the old-school spellcasters, so it’s ruffled some feathers in the magical community, so I hear.”
“Interesting,” Owen replied. “Has it caused enough of a dust-up to start a witch war?”
“There are always big personalities who want to be center stage all the time,” Louisa said. “Sometimes they end up leading covens. That’s usually bad for the members and everyone else because they’re more invested in power and fame than in using magic to accomplish something worthwhile.” Her sour tone made her feelings clear.
“I think those types are everywhere,” Calvin agreed.
“Oh, they are. But they gravitate toward callings that favor a bit of showmanship,” Louisa said. “Theater. Music. Government. And magic, because it’s not just what you say and do, it’s how it’s said and done.”
“Good point,” Owen acknowledged. “Any new tensions? How about among the Mob families?”
“Always. It wouldn’t be Chicago without back-alley fights,” Louisa said with a resigned half-smile. “Keeps things interesting. That’s not what I was sent to sniff around about, but I’ll tell you what I’ve heard.
“The covens that are from rival Mob families always have spats going. They usually leave everyone else out of it, but sometimes people get caught in the crossfire. The community reacts very badly to that, and the covens go on theirbest behavior—at least superficially—until people stop paying attention,” she added.
