The City PI and the Country Cop

by xxxxxxxxxxxx

  “Then, my dear detective, let’s get up there before I ravage you on the spot.”

  * * * *

  “This is definitely impressive,” Teague said, running one finger over the scar on Hoyt’s shoulder. “A badge of courage, although a fading one now.”

  “I’ll be glad when it’s gone. Too many memories attached to it. Although…” Hoyt paused what he was doing. “I guess if it hadn’t have been for Irwin we’d never have met, so I suppose him shooting me has an upside.”

  “If it hadn’t been for you we’d never have stopped him, but we are not going to rehash all of that. I have other things we should be talking about. Like why it’s taking you so damned long to unbutton my shirt?”

  “Because you’re distracting me? Who knew you’d be such a chatterbox at a time like this?” Hoyt finally managed to remove Teague’s shirt. He stepped back, racking his gaze over Teague’s chest. “When do you find time to work out?” Hoyt asked, tracing the well-defined lines of muscle.

  “I don’t. Though I swim, when I can.”

  “It shows.”

  “You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to being muscular. But I knew that already. What I haven’t seen…” Teague reached for the closure on Hoyt’s jeans, popping open the button then lowering the zipper before easing them off Hoyt’s hips. As they puddled at Hoyt’s feet, Teague made quick work of pushing the boxers down as well, letting out a whistle of admiration when Hoyt’s hard cock was finally revealed. “Very nice. Impressive even.”

  “Damn. It’s just a dick,” Hoyt muttered as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his fallen clothes. “Now I need to see yours.”

  Teague, being reasonably wise to the ways of undressing, sat down on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes. As soon as he had, he found himself flat on his back while Hoyt took care of getting Teague totally naked.

  “Not too bad for a middle-aged man,” Hoyt commented, stroking his hand up Teague’s rampant cock.

  “Says the guy who’s only three years younger than me,” Teague managed to get out after a long moan, wanting more. Instead he got Hoyt sprawled over him. Their lips fused in a heated kiss while Teague caressed every inch of Hoyt that he could touch.

  Without breaking the kiss, Hoyt opened the nightstand drawer. Teague heard rustling, a groan of distress, and prayed Hoyt would find what he was searching for. Otherwise we’re going to be two extremely frustrated men.

  “Bingo,” Hoyt said, breaking the kiss to triumphantly hold up a condom and a small tube of lube.

  “Only one?” Teague asked, eyeing the condom.

  “All we need, unless you suddenly sprout a second dick.” Sitting back on his heels, blatantly ignoring Teague’s raised finger, Hoyt sheathed him.

  “What happened to foreplay?”

  Leaning down on his elbows, Hoyt planted another kiss on Teague’s lips. “You’re horny as hell. I’m horny as hell. If we muck around first we won’t get down to the nitty-gritty—you fucking me into oblivion, to quote you.”

  Teague was surprised, happily so, to find out that despite Hoyt’s often bossy ways, the man was obviously a bottom. “And a very nice bottom,” he said, running his hands over Hoyt’s ass in appreciation.

  Grinning as he rolled off Teague, Hoyt said, “Thank you for the compliment. Now put it to good use.”

  “The compliment?” Teague asked, trying not to laugh.

  “No. My butt, you…ass.” With that said, Hoyt got on his hands and knees, presenting said ass to Teague.

  Teague couldn’t restrain his laughter this time, while he generously lubed two fingers and his sheathed cock. “I think making love to you is going to be fun in more ways than one,” he commented while pushing one finger into Hoyt’s waiting hole. He soon found his objective, Hoyt’s gland, and stroked it, savoring the resulting moans of pleasure he was engendering from his lover. A second finger joined the first as he carefully stretched Hoyt’s tight ring of muscle.

  “Are you planning on teasing all night?” Hoyt grumbled.

  “Actually…” Teague removed his fingers, pressed his hard cock to Hoyt’s entrance and slowly thrust in. He stopped instantly when Hoyt let out a groan; then proceeded inch by inch until he was fully engulfed in Hoyt’s tight channel. “Heaven,” he whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to the nape of Hoyt’s neck.

  “It would be…more heavenly…if you’d move,” Hoyt muttered in obvious frustration.

  “Planning on it.” And Teague did, slowly at first, trying to savor every bit of pleasure he was getting from fucking his lover. Soon, too soon, need took over. He plunged in faster and faster, barely remembering to wrap his fingers around Hoyt’s throbbing cock. Hoyt’s thrusts into Teague’s hand mirrored Teague’s as he continued to ride Hoyt until they reached pure ecstasy. Hoyt came first, but only barely. The tightening of his channel around Teague’s cock was the final straw and Teague exploded moments later.

  * * * *

  “One thing we found out,” Teague said a while later, nipping Hoyt’s ear. “We are definitely compatible in bed.”

  “And we barely did anything.”

  “No. We did everything—” Teague paused a beat, “—bare.” That earned him a pained groan from Hoyt.

  They curled together, savoring their closeness, exchanging short, sweet kisses, until Hoyt broke the mood somewhat by asking when their flight left in the morning.

  “Eleven.”

  “Then stay the night.”

  “I was hoping you’d ask,” Teague replied, smiling. “I do have to get up though. This—” he tapped the condom, “—is becoming decidedly uncomfortable.” Getting out of bed, he went down the hall to the bathroom, disposed of the condom and washed up, since Hoyt’s cum had spattered his chest. Then he dampened a washcloth, returned to the bedroom, and cleaned Hoyt’s chest as well.

  “You’re very considerate,” Hoyt said sleepily.

  “When you care about someone it comes with the territory.”

  “Not always.”

  “Speaking from personal experience?” Teague asked worriedly, settling down beside Hoyt again, using his shoulder as a pillow.

  “No, thank God. But I’ve dealt with one too many domestic disturbance calls. The things people do to others in the name of love.” Hoyt shook his head sadly.

  “It will never happen with us,” Teague replied firmly.

  “I’m sure the people involved in those calls thought the same—”

  Hoyt didn’t get to finish. He was being kissed before he could. Teague pulled away to gaze at his lover. “We are not them. After all we’ve been through to get this far, do you really think I’d hurt you? I know you won’t hurt me.”

  “Never.” Hoyt frowned deeply. “We still haven’t…”

  “Figured out how to be together for the long-term? We will. Somehow, we will. Believe that.”

  Brushing his fingers over Teague’s cheek, Hoyt replied. “I’m trying to. No…” He smiled and nodded. “I do.”

  “Good.” Teague kissed him one more time then said, “Now we’d better get some sleep. We have a flight in—” he checked the clock on the nightstand, “—ten hours and you still have to pack before we head to the motel to pick up Keir and my things.”

  “And off we’ll go to the big bad city.” Hoyt grinned, yawned, and curled into Teague’s embrace.

  “You’ll love it. I promise.” Teague smiled when he realized Hoyt was asleep. “At least I hope you will,” he murmured, closing his eyes. “Oh God, I pray you will.”

  * * * *

  Chapter 17

  Teague, Hoyt, and Keir disembarked the plane mid-Wednesday afternoon, went to baggage claim to get their bags, and walked to the long-term lot where Teague had left his car. From there they headed to Keir’s apartment to drop him off.

  “And a river runs through it,” Hoyt commented, looking out at the icy water as they drove over a bridge. “A hell of a lot bigger river than the one in Faircrest.”

  “Befitti
ng a big city,” Keir replied with a grin.

  “That it is,” Hoyt agreed, watching the skyline grow larger and closer.

  “It’s really not all that big,” Teague said. “Well, compared to say New York, L.A., or even Denver.”

  “It’s big enough to be impressive,” Hoyt said fifteen minutes later, as they began driving through the heart of the city.

  Teague smiled, patting Hoyt’s thigh. “I can’t argue with that.” He pointed to a modern, three-story building at one side of the street as they drove past it. “That’s my agency.”

  Since the sign over the front door said ‘T Donovan Agency’, Hoyt replied, “No kidding. Right in the heart of town no less.”

  “It helps to be where our clients are.”

  They turned left soon afterwards, heading into a more residential area of small homes and apartment buildings. Teague pulled up and parked in front of a brownstone to let Keir out of the car.

  “I’ll see you both in the morning,” Keir said, then, grinning at Teague, he added, “Behave—or not.”

  “Brat,” Teague muttered with a laugh.

  Keir just kept grinning as he waved goodbye and headed to his building.

  “Do you mind if I stop by the office before we go to my place?” Teague asked Hoyt.

  “Not at all. After hearing so much talk about it, it will be interesting to see what the agency looks like inside.”

  “It’s nothing special,” Teague told him. “It’s pretty much like any other business.”

  Hoyt looked as if he wasn’t sure he agreed when, a few minutes later, Teague ushered him into the agency. “I was envisioning something out of an old Sam Spade movie.” Instead, they entered a very spacious waiting area. Along two walls were a sofa and several chairs, with cityscape photos in stainless steel frames hanging above them. At the moment they were the only people in the room other than the receptionist. She was sitting at a modular desk, staring at a computer screen when they came in.

  She looked up and jumped to her feet, coming over to hug Teague. “You’re back. How did it go?”

  “The trial part is over. It’s in the jury’s hands now, according to the prosecutor. He’ll call me after they come back with a verdict.”

  “They better find him guilty,” she said with some asperity as she turned her attention to Hoyt. “You must be the detective.”

  Hoyt cocked an eyebrow, glancing at Teague as he replied, “Yes. I’m Hoyt Newman.”

  “I’m Pam. Pamela Hill. I’ve worked for Teague forever it seems, so don’t look so surprised that I know about you, Hoyt.” Turning back to Teague she said, “Jake told me to let you know, the moment you showed up, that he needed to talk with you.”

  “Oh boy. That doesn’t sound good,” Teague muttered.

  Pam patted Teague’s arm. “I suspect it’s nothing you can’t handle in your own inimitable way.”

  “Let’s hope,” he replied as he opened a door at the back of the waiting room.

  “Do you want me to wait here?” Hoyt asked.

  “Hell no. Come on.” Teague chuckled. “I might need your moral support.”

  Together they walked down a long, well-lighted hallway to an office at the far end. Teague rapped on the door and they entered when someone called out, “Enter at your own risk.”

  “Now what if I’d been a client?” Teague asked when they were inside of a spacious office.

  “Pam told me you were on your way down so I figured I was safe.”

  “Hoyt,” Teague said, “meet Jake Baxter, my right-hand man.”

  Jake got up from his desk, coming over to shake Hoyt’s hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you, no thanks to Teague here.”

  “From Keir I bet,” Hoyt replied with a slight grin.

  “The one and only. Nice to finally meet you. How long will you be around?”

  “Until Sunday.”

  “Then you’ll have time to see some of our fair city.”

  “Yep.”

  Going back to his desk, Jake sat, looking at Teague. “We have a problem.”

  “So Pam told me, although she didn’t say what it was.”

  “Cal’s turned in his resignation. He was offered a job with another agency, with better pay because he’s got his pilot’s license. Apparently, from what he told me, they own a private jet and their original pilot quit for—” Jake chuckled, “—a better offer as a full-time pilot.”

  Glancing at Hoyt, Teague said, “Maybe my idea about getting a pilot’s license wasn’t so off the wall after all.” Getting back to what Jake had said, he asked, “When is he leaving?”

  “In two weeks, as per his contract with us. I’ve started giving his ongoing cases to some of our other people but…” Jake shook his head. Then, looking at Hoyt, he asked with a grin, “I don’t suppose you’d like to move out here and join the agency?”

  “Not really,” Hoyt replied quickly.

  But Teague saw a thoughtful look in Hoyt’s expression and wondered about that. We could use him and it would mean…No, don’t go seeing what wasn’t there just because it could be the answer to both my…well, not really a problem when it comes to him. A wish that he might actually consider it. But he won’t. He’s happy where he is, doing what he does so well.

  “I’ll start the hunt for someone to replace Cal,” Teague said, getting back to what Jake had told him.

  “Good. I didn’t want to put out feelers until you got back to okay it.”

  “Anything else I need to know about right now? If not, I’m going to show Hoyt around the rest of the building before we head home.”

  “Nothing vital,” Jake replied. He looked as if he was going to say something more and thought better of it.

  Teague chuckled. “Yes, Hoyt’s staying at my place. It’s not like I don’t have the room.”

  With a grin, Jake said, “Now did I ask?”

  “Nope, but you wanted to.” Patting Jake’s shoulder, Teague told him they’d talk in the morning and then he and Hoyt left the office.

  * * * *

  “Good Lord, this is almost as large as my house,” Hoyt said after Teague had shown him around the condo. “No wonder you’re happy here. Between this and your business, you’ve got it made.”

  “I’ve worked hard for it,” Teague admitted, although he wasn’t certain he should. After all saying that would only reinforce the idea that he had no intention of changing his life despite his wanting Hoyt to be a part of it now.

  “You have enough high tech equipment at the agency to make most police departments jealous. Or at least the smaller ones like mine. And then you have this as well.” Hoyt walked over to examine the state-of-the-art computer on the large desk in Teague’s home office.

  “That’s my baby. Our computer geek built it for me, just as he did most of the ones at work. The man’s a genius.”

  “You’ve put together a topnotch crew.”

  “I think so. It’s taken time, but if you want something badly enough you have to be willing to work for it, no matter how long it takes.” Teague watched Hoyt as he said that, wondering if his lover understood what he was saying.

  If Hoyt did, he wasn’t acknowledging it. Instead, he walked to the window overlooking the street twelve stories below them. “This is very different from what I’m used to.” He chuckled softly. “I think there’s maybe one or two buildings in Faircrest that are this tall and they belong to one of the resorts.”

  “Housing?” Teague asked, trying to mask his disappointment that Hoyt hadn’t gotten what he’d meant.

  “One is, for the employees. The other is their company headquarters.” He turned to look at Teague, smiling slightly. “It would take time to get used to living here, where you can’t see the next street over because there’s a row of skyscrapers or high-rises in the way.”

  “That’s only in parts of the city. We’ve got plenty of parks and residential areas that are just homes.”

  Hoyt nodded as he wandered back into the living room.

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sp; Teague followed, asking, “Are you hungry? There’s a great barbeque place a couple of blocks from here.”

  “Walking distance?”

  “Definitely, if you don’t mind the snow.” Teague glanced at the large windows along one wall of the room. “Which it seems to be doing again, so…”

  Hoyt snorted. “You do realize where I’m from—and recall the fact that is was snowing the whole time you were there this time.”

  “True. Okay, let’s get unpacked and we’ll head out.”

  They did, with Hoyt using the guest bedroom. He changed into jeans and a heavyweight fisherman’s sweater over a blue long-sleeved turtleneck and came back into the living room. Teague—also in jeans but wearing a thick sweatshirt—looked him over appreciatively. “That suits you.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yep. You look like you’re about to take off for the ski slopes.”

  “You have some here?” Hoyt asked in surprise.

  “Umm, given there are no mountains within several hundred miles of here, that would be a no.”

  “Figured as much. Good thing that’s not my sport of choice.” He went to get his winter jacket, which Teague had hung in the coat closet, handing Teague his at the same time. “Okay, lead me to food.”

  Grinning, Teague told him, “Just follow your nose when we get down to the street.”

  * * * *

  Hoyt quickly discovered Teague was correct. Even with the snow falling the aroma from the barbeque place permeated the air. “Do you get hungry the second you step out the front door,” he asked.

  “Only when I get home early enough to smell it, which isn’t too often. They close at nine on weekdays.”

  “Right. You’re the workaholic who rarely leaves the office until the wee small hours of the morning.”

  Teague laughed. “It’s not quite that bad. I try to get out of there by ten at the latest.”

  Hoyt reached for Teague’s hand, happy, since he wasn’t certain how accepting the people in the city were, when Teague didn’t pull away. “Are you going to work that late the rest of this week?”