“Maybe,” Macy said smugly and lifted the cup.
“For someone who doesn’t share very much, you expect me to know a lot,” he pointed out.
“And?” Pink lips pursed and blew before Macy sucked up a small sip.
Logan reached down and pulled at the leg of his board shorts. Macy’s lashes swept downward and Logan let out the breath he was holding.
His phone buzzed. Thank fuck, saved by the bell. Seeing Elijah’s number, he answered before it could ring again.
“All settled?” he asked.
“Yes. Where are you?” Elijah replied.
“I’m lying low near the Aberdeen area.” He glanced at Macy, their gazes locked and held.
“Is that Elijah?” Macy mouthed the words and Logan nodded.
“Did you make it to the hotel?” Logan asked his brother.
“Yeah. Jaxon said say the word and he’ll have the whole team there.”
“That’s not a bad idea, but have him stay put in Colorado for now. Tell him I’ll call him in the morning to go over a plan.”
“Okay, bro. Night.” Elijah rang off and Logan tucked the phone back in his pocket.
Macy swam to the shallow end and walked up and out of the pool by way of the steps. Snatching a towel, Macy ran it over his body as he walked toward him.
“What did Elijah say?”
“He’s safely at the hotel.”
Macy chewed on the inside of his cheek while wrapping the towel around his hair. Worry filled his blue eyes.
“Nothing can get them there.”
Macy walked over and picked up the coffee cup from the edge of the pool and drained it. Setting the cup on the small table, the young man snatched up his white cover up and walked out of the pool room.
Logan gave a frustrated sigh and stood. Getting Macy to trust him enough to share about what the hell was going on was taking more time than he’d thought it would.
Making his way over to the small counter, he rinsed Macy’s cup and tucked it away in the cupboard. He wiped down the counter before heading out of the pool area and back down the hallway.
He stopped outside of Macy’s bedroom door. “I’m making a snack. I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” he growled the order, his forehead to the wood.
Suddenly, the lock was flipped and he thought for a second Macy had locked the door, but it was the opposite.
The door was yanked open and Logan was hit with the decadent scent of sugar. He drew in a deep breath.
The willowy man had changed into a shear shirt that ended just below his belly button. The swim trunks were gone. Holy fucking hell, were those pink lace panties? A pink just a shade darker than Macy’s fingernails.
Damp hair hung free to the man’s waist. The whole picture was vision overload. Not only that, it was the man himself. It was the mysterious, tough, snarky, filled with attitude, take no shit, tilt to his chin, and the I’ll fuck you up look in his eyes that did it. Logan was hooked, line and sinker.
“Jesus Christ, you fucking slay me,” he said hoarsely.
Eyes widened and Macy licked at his lips and the jeans he was holding fell to the floor.
“I can’t stay away from you,” he added, his voice sounding gravelly.
Macy smiled and moved closer to curl slim arms up and around his neck and Logan reached down and cupped the man’s rounded ass and lifted.
Macy wrapped those long, muscled legs around his waist and Logan dipped his head. Taking a kiss from Macy’s lush, parted lips, he kicked the door closed before backing the man against the wall.
The kiss was hot, devouring, and he only came up for air when Macy wrenched his head back.
“Are you sure?” The man’s voice was breathless.
He groaned. “I should be asking you that.”
“Why? Because you think I’m some delicate little flower?”
Logan ran his mouth over Macy’s throat and muttered against the man’s skin, “No. I don’t want my ass kicked by misreading the signs.”
“Progress.” Macy gave a breathy laugh and fisted his fingers into his hair.
Tipping his head, Logan parted his lips and brushed them against Macy’s mouth, and when the man’s lips parted, he moved his tongue inside. Macy moaned, and Logan swallowed the sound, devouring Macy’s mouth. He grew lightheaded from lack of air, and Macy pulled away with a gasp, dragging in huge gulps of air. Pupils were blown in his wide, blue eyes.
Macy swallowed and lowered his legs and then feet to the floor.
Releasing his grip on those tight, delectable ass cheeks, he reluctantly let go.
Macy’s lips pursed as he stepped back and his head tipped to gaze at him.
“We need to talk,” Macy said.
Not right now! He swallowed the groan of frustration and instead nodded.
Macy turned away from the forgotten blue jeans on the floor and toward the closet. He shrugged into a dark blue robe before tying the sash.
It left Logan feeling bereft when that toned body and the lacy boy shorts were blocked from view.
Adjusting his own trunks, he trailed after Macy when the young man walked out of the room.
Macy
Cutting the kiss short had been the right thing to do.
Sleeping with Logan was on his list of top ten things, but making love before Logan knew everything wasn’t a good idea. Sure, he’d had it all planned out to dupe the guy with his stellar distraction techniques, but the thought of tricking Logan wasn’t sitting well.
Nix that plan. He would create a new one, one grounded in honesty.
Why don’t you just break it off? It’s for the best for everyone. He hated his voice of reason because sometimes, it made the most sense.
It took all his willpower not to turn around and climb Logan like a tree. Sneaking his hands inside his robe, he pressed down on his lace-covered cock and silently told it to behave.
Making it to the couch, he plopped down on one end and swept his arm out to the other side.
Logan gave a half smirk and sprawled on the middle cushion. It dipped and Macy squeaked when he slid toward one hard muscled thigh.
Glowering at the trickster, he lifted his legs and sat cross legged to better balance.
“We shouldn’t get involved.” He chewed on his lip and swept a look at Logan from beneath his lashes.
“It’s too late for that,” Logan responded. A line etched between the man’s dark brows. Although a bit on the serious side, Logan smiled often when they were together, but over the past few hours, he’d seen nothing of that smile. That’s another reason to break this off before it gets serious, the stinking voice of reason cautioned. But again, he shoved the thought away. He didn’t want to break things off with Logan.
“Who’s Mercedes Giles?” Logan broke into the war he had going on inside.
He took a deep breath. “That’s my given name. Macy is a nickname from birth.”
“So why go by Finch?”
“That was my mother’s idea.”
Logan’s brow furrowed. “Explain.”
“Just before I started twelfth grade, my mom left my stepfather and moved us to Crumpet, Washington. She changed our name to Finch and we lived there until I graduated.”
“She changed your name to hide from your stepfather.” It was a statement, not a question, and Macy nodded.
“Yeah. My stepfather is a nasty piece of work.”
“What’s his name?”
Macy blew out a long breath and clamped his lips together.
“Okay, let me ask you this,” Logan calmly said. “Does your stepfather have anything to do with the video of the murder?”
His mouth dried up at the accuracy of Logan’s guess. He should have known he couldn’t keep secrets from someone in the security business. Logan was trained to read between the lines and was known for being the best in his field. Macy knew it because he’d done a background check.
“Tell me his name.”
“Tony Siegel.”
“
The Tony Siegel that broke out of federal prison?” Logan’s face grew hard, his eyes intense.
Of course, Logan had to follow the news. Macy swallowed and nodded. “I’m supposed to testify. My video will be the nail in his coffin. I came to Crumpet after he was denied bail. Even though he was locked up, I didn’t want to take any chances, so I took back my Finch name and laid low.”
“Siegel never knew you by Finch?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
He chewed on his lip. “I’m pretty sure.”
“I think somehow he found out. Those two goons showing up at my brother’s place are proof that Siegel probably knows you’re Mercedes Giles.”
“We can’t be positive.” Grasping at straws, he shook his head and plucked at the material of his robe.
“Who else besides the people in Crumpet know you as Macy Finch?”
“Sam, and a US Marshal, and an FBI Assistant Director.” He looked down at his hands. When the silence went on, he glanced up.
“US Marshals and the FBI Assistant Director,” Logan repeated as if he needed to make sure.
“Mhmm.” He kept his response short.
“Anyone else?” Logan probed.
He squeezed his fists.
“Frank.”
“Who’s Frank?”
“He’s my part—I mean an FBI agent.”
“He’s your part, as in partner?” Logan didn’t miss a damned thing.
Macy clenched his teeth and tried to deflect. “Frank is missing.”
“Back up, Macy.” Logan’s voice turned hard. “Are you FBI?”
He met Logan’s gaze and knew the gig was up.
“Yes,” he said with a sigh.
“Undercover?” Logan didn’t seem phased by his confession.
“Yes, for that job.”
“Where you filmed the video?”
“Yes.”
“Connect the dots for me, baby,” Logan said softly and took his hand to lace their fingers together.
Macy’s breath caught and he lifted up out of his seat and sat down in Logan’s lap. Other than a small start of surprise, Logan’s arms folded around him.
“It was a long time ago,” he said vaguely.
“We have time.”
“It all started just after I graduated high school.” He quickly explained about his brief stint with the wrong crowd and meeting Frank. “He saved me. I went to college because of him. After I earned my bachelor’s degree in criminology, Frank took me to Quantico.”
“Macy?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t look old enough to be an FBI agent,” Logan said softly.
Oh, hell no!
He yanked back, but Logan hung on. It was a fierce battle and they toppled off the couch. He rolled and slammed Logan’s back to the floor.
It was only when the man gaped up at him that he paused.
“Ouch,” Logan whispered.
“Shit, did I hurt your arm?” He released his grip and brushed his hand over the bandage on the man’s bicep.
“My spine doesn’t feel too hot either.” Logan squinted up at him.
Macy straddled Logan’s waist, parked his hands on his own hips, and glared down at the sprawled-out beefcake. He really was a beautiful man.
“I’ll have you know that I’m twenty-seven years old!” He flipped his braid over one shoulder and glared.
“Okay, calm down. You refused to tell me your age. I thought you were twenty-three at the most.”
He sniffed. He hadn’t told Logan his age because he thought the man would think him too young. Now, he regretted it.
“I’ve been with the bureau for almost five years and undercover for two of those years.”
Logan’s hand swept up his arms and then closed around his wrists, sending goosebumps up his arms.
“Five, huh?”
“Yes,” he said a bit breathlessly.
“They let you wear your hair this long?” Logan fingered his braid.
“Yes, they made exceptions because it helps with my undercover work.” He sucked in a breath. Those amazing hands were on the move again, sweeping up his back and then pulling him until his body was bending forward.
“This isn’t a good idea.” Doubts and fears of starting something right then reared up. There was so much shit unresolved.
“I disagree.” Logan’s voice sounding all gravelly sent a shiver down his spine.
The man’s firm lips were only a breath away when Macy gave in. Because, who was he kidding? He wanted another taste of Logan.
He paused just before letting his lips touch that firm, waiting mouth. Undulating his hips, he ground his cock down on Logan’s abs, watching his pupils blow and expand with need, almost swallowing the forest green of the iris.
Logan powerlifted and rolled, placing his back on the thick, plush carpet. Macy wrapped his legs around his waist and gazed up into Logan’s face.
Hands cupped his jaw and a thumb caressed his full bottom lip, and he groaned before fisting his fingers into Logan’s thick hair.
When their lips touched, heat snaked into his stomach. He teased Logan’s lips with several small nips, avoiding the pressing mouth until Logan’s hand fisted in his hair and held his head still.
“And don’t call me baby,” he breathed.
Logan’s chuckle sounded dark and forbidden just before he delivered a fierce kiss.
Parting his lips, Logan’s tongue swept in. Macy nipped at the appendage and then suckled it before running his nails down Logan’s bare back.
His robe parted beneath Logan’s searching hands and he gasped into the kiss when Logan brushed his throbbing cock through the pink, lacy boy shorts.
Shoving upward, Logan lifted and Macy shrugged out of his robe and reached for Logan’s board shorts. Popping down the waistband, Logan’s thick, heavy cock bounced out. The tip cut and shiny wet, the length heavily veined. Macy moaned and reached for it, but Logan moved back and completely shoved off the shorts.
Macy lifted his own cropped shirt and tossed it aside, leaving behind only his boy shorts. Logan’s eyes roamed hot and fierce over them. Macy stretched beneath the man’s hungry gaze.
“Condoms, lube?” Logan rasped.
Macy shook his head. “I’ve got an idea,” he urged, finally reaching for his own shorts and wiggling out of them. Naked, he stretched back on the robe and lifted a hand to Logan. When the man’s strong, muscled form was once again over him, Macy reached between them and lined their cocks up.
Logan’s breath released in a rush when he closed both hands around them, bringing their cocks together. Logan growled and moved, fucking his hand and sliding against his cock. Macy gasped and lifted his face.
“I want your mouth,” Macy declared, licking at his lips. Logan braced his hands on either side of his head and kissed him.
He groaned into the open-mouthed kiss. Twining his tongue with Logan’s, he nipped and sucked at the man’s mouth while Logan fucked his hand. The slide of Logan’s raging hard cock against his own sent his head spinning and his breath rushing from his lungs. He yanked his mouth away from Logan’s and cried out.
Arching his back, his orgasm swept over him and he moaned as several hot bursts of come smeared between them, making the way slick for Logan’s dick.
Macy’s hands slipped, and he gripped the robe beneath him, tossing his head back and forth, wildly chasing mind-blowing pleasure until he was spent.
“Fuck!” Logan howled and convulsed, bending forward, and the man’s hot seed followed his. Lips locked on his throat as Logan continued thrusting against his abdomen for several long moments before collapsing down into his arms.
“Progress,” he murmured breathlessly into the fall of Logan’s hair.
Logan gave a bark of laughter that was muffled in his neck before lifting his head.
“Yeah? What happened to not getting serious?” Green eyes filled with amusement.
“S
ex isn’t serious,” Macy teased and brushed the falling hair from Logan’s forehead.
“I disagree,” Logan rumbled, toying with the end of his braided hair.
“Well, let’s see how you do with a brush.”
“A brush?” Trepidation filled Logan’s eyes, sending Macy into a fit of giggles.
“Not for that, you dork!”
Logan
It felt like silk.
He drew the brush through Macy’s hair and paused to run his fingers through the dark strands. They spilled over his hand and tickled the skin on his arm, and he imagined what it would feel like brushing against his whole body when they made love.
He’d been brushing Macy’s hair for about fifteen minutes, because every time he brushed the strands, Macy sighed with contentment and those tiny sounds were his undoing. He dropped the brush, lifted a handful of hair to his face, and inhaled the sweet scent of Macy’s shampoo.
Call him a pervert, but he’d snuck into Macy’s bathroom while the man was on the phone in the office. Sure enough, the scent was not only in the lotion, but also in the body wash and shampoo.
Yeah, he had it bad for the man who took two steps back from his every step forward. Elusive was Macy’s M.O. But Logan knew without a shadow of doubt that he was falling hard for the young FBI agent.
FBI agent!
He was still trying to wrap his head around it even though he’d suspected something. Some type of law enforcement or secret agent from the gun, the way Macy handled a car, and the places to lay low, but an FBI agent had not been on the list. Of course, he could see it now though.
“Whatcha thinkin?”
He glanced down to find Macy’s head angled in order to gaze at him.
“How happy I am that you stopped running from me.”
“I didn’t run from you!” Macy frowned and turned around to face him.
“For months, you’ve avoided my questions and me.”
“I have not.” Macy chewed at his bottom lip.
“Every time I tried to get to know you better, you’d cut our time short.” He couldn’t count the times Macy would leave if he started asking questions, so after a while, he’d stopped asking.
“I’m sorry.” The man’s eyes were filled with regret.
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