Moscow Mule (A Thom Hodges Romantic Thriller Book 1)
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When the group left Langley in two S.U.V.s, one bound for Andrews Air Force Base, one bound for Dulles International Airport, Grant Adams held his wife’s hand, the hand he’d barely let go of over the last two months. As they pulled onto the highway, Paul Anderson turned his head to look out over the Potomac, and Abi leaned in to kiss her husband Grant, full, and on the lips, like she had never kissed him before.
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By seven o’clock that evening, Thom and Petrov were checking into their room at the Hotel Riu Palace, on the southern end of the island city’s coastline. “Oh, I see we have you in one of our honeymoon villas, gentlemen,” the resort’s clerk told the two, who looked back at her quizzically. “It was, let me see, requested and paid for by a Mr. Paul Anderson,” she said, reading further down her screen, “Zut alors! He requested that we not tell you that. I apologize, gentlemen.” They laughed, and Thom told her not to worry, that the secret was safe with the two of them.
Their villa sat on a private cove and had its own beach. They threw their bags onto the large bed and ran straight down the sand, leaving pieces of clothing in their wake. When they reached the water, naked, they dove in and swam until they were forced to come up for air. Just a few feet from each other, they looked up to the sky, to the sun setting in front of them, and breathed for what felt like the first time since Petrov had fled Moscow and Thom had gone to Madrid thinking Petrov was dead. Even though his arm wasn’t fully healed, Petrov pulled Thom to the shore and laid him on the sand, kissing him full and hard on the lips, tasting the salt on Thom’s tongue until neither of them could stand it any longer. They made love right there on the beach in that cove, and then, in quick succession, fucked again. Petrov panted, his chest sticky with Thom’s cum, and Thom frowned, afraid he’d hurt his recovering lover. But Petrov just laughed, and smiled, and kissed Thom again, “You’ve not hurt me, don’t worry, but I don’t have another round in me just yet.”
Afterward, they lay in the shallow of the water and held each other. “I don’t want to lose you again,” Thom said, and Petrov smiled at him, “You’re not going to. But right now you’re going to take me out for oysters and all the Moscow mules we can drink. Why do you call it that anyhow? We’d never drink that back home.” Beyond the villas and from the open patio of a bar, a woman began to sing, “I lost him once through friends' advice. Ohhh ahhh. But it's not gonna happen twice.” Petrov rolled his eyes, “Am I to take it as a coincidence that this band is singing The Supremes? I know where we’re having dinner tonight.”
Thom laughed and stood, holding Petrov close to him as they walked to the villa naked in the setting sun, singing together, “I got him back in my arms again, right by my side. Ohhhh, back in my arms again, so satisfied.”