Page 38 of Under Cover
He was going to count on that trust to maybe get Crosby to give him a chance to serve both their needs.
He’d been thinking maybe a slow seduction, sitting on the couch and then moving closer and then a kiss… he’d beenthinkingthat.
But then he’d ushered Crosby into his house, and when Crosby had looked around the place and then back at him, Garcia had seenyearning.
Garcia was up behind him before he could think about what he was doing, before he could dwell on the many ways this could go wrong. He pressed his body along Crosby’s back, grabbing his narrow hips to hold him in place.
“Tell me to turn on the lights,” he growled, and time seemed to collapse in on him while he waited for an answer.
“No,” Crosby whispered, and Garcia shuddered against his heat.
Good.
The words they muttered in the dark were hot after that, charged, and their first kiss was searing, a gnashing of tongues and teeth. Both fed a hunger in Garcia that peaked the moment he fell to his knees and pulled Crosby’s pants down, palming his thighs before making eye contact and taking Crosby’s cock—as massively sized as the rest of him—into his mouth.
He shuddered as it shoved up against the back of his throat, needing to feel it, needing togagon it, needing to make it the focal point of both their lives—anything, anything to take that hopeless, lost look from Judson Crosby’s face.
He became lost in the blowjob, dedicated to slurping, to teasing, to stroking, all in the name of making Crosby come.
He’d been needing this for so long.
Crosby spurted a little precome, and Garcia groaned, wanting more. Crosby’s fingers threaded through his hair, and he tugged Garcia’s head back, meeting his eyes.
“A bed,” he said gruffly.
Garcia whimpered, opening his mouth again to suck Crosby’s cock, but Crosby did him dirty then, smiling the tiniest bit. “Please.”
Garcia stood and traced Crosby’s lower lip with his thumb. “Please what?”
“More kissing,” Crosby whispered. This time when their lips met, it was slower. Tender. Garcia was suddenly hesitant, shy, and almost afraid.
Not of what would happen between them that night, but of who they would be in the morning.
He couldn’t stop it, though. The moment he’d pressed his body against Crosby’s, felt him tremble, felt himneed, he knew that this momentright nowwas the most important he’d ever live.
His entire life of quick hookups and putting his career first—and of never knowing if the guy he needed to watch his back reallyhad his back—and this guy here, the one with the powerful hands, the muscular body, had watched his six from day one.
Garcia couldn’t stop them. They were like a freight train, had been from the very beginning, the first moment they’d met and Crosby had given him that inscrutable, sober look from those blue-gray eyes and had made keeping Garcia alive his priority.
This moment here was going to keepCrosbyalive, keep his heart from shriveling in his chest, keep his soul from exhausting itself, always wondering if he’d have a place to rest.
The need in Crosby’s touches told Garcia he wasn’t alone.Theyweren’t alone.
Garcia broke away, panting, and led Crosby to his bedroom, and clothing flew everywhere. Garcia was still wrestling with a sock when Crosby almost tackled him, pushing him flat on his back on the bed and looming over Garcia, a shyly playful smile on his face.
“You feel that?” he chided, grinding up against Garcia’s thigh. “You got me revving this bad, partner, and you’re gonna hang out and worry about yoursocks?”
Garcia laughed harshly. “You think I’m not primed?” He arched his naked body up against Crosby’s. “You been looking at me with them Irish-boy eyes for six months, and I’ve been losing my mind!”
Crosby sobered. “You liked personal combat class, didn’t you.” It wasn’t a question.
Garcia stared up at him with smoldering eyes. “I wanted to eat you alive.”
Crosby’s kiss was starving, nearly savage, but Garcia answered it just as harshly, his blood thundering in his ears. Oh God. He’d been wanted before, had been the cute guy at the club, had been the onetime hookup that some hungry top had absolutelyneededto have that night.
He’d never been wanted like this. He’dneverbeen someone’s long-term, smoldering crush, had never had a yearning for one man and one man only. These last six months with Crosby had been the best and worst of his life. The best because he’d finally found someone he could partner with and the worst because he’d wanted to partner all the way.
Garcia kissed Crosby with his passion on his sleeve, stroked his shoulders, his waist, cupped his neck, urged him closer. Augh! He needed to be takennow!
