Mitch bent his knees and built a rhythm with his hips, something he could hang on to. He pulled Cody’s back against his chest and held him tightly, nuzzling into his neck. He drove in and out of his heat, giving Cody everything he had. Cody’s brawny arms reached back behind him, and his hands tangled in Mitch’s hair, holding him there. The move was hot, sexy, and possessive.
“I love you,” Mitch whispered next to Cody’s ear.
~~~
Cody allowed the sensual assault, but dear god, did he have his limits. Mitch didn’t play fair. His touch, the caress, the care he took resonated deep inside Cody’s soul, reaching past any of the barriers or warning signs he’d ever been able to construct. He was opening to dangerous territory and completely unable to stop himself.
As much as he promised himself he’d give this one to Mitch, let him have his time, Cody couldn’t help but reach back and cling desperately to the man holding him with such care. It took several long seconds for the words to penetrate. When they did, he tensed. The words scared him. As much as he wanted to stay right here in this moment, he also had to know if Mitch spoke from the heart or from his cock. Cody turned at the waist. Mitch never stopped moving in and out of him, but their eyes met, and he locked on that deep gaze.
“I do. I love you, Cody Turner.” Mitch’s lust-filled voice proclaimed the words again, and he saw truth reflected in those caramel orbs. Mitch meant what he said. Cody devoured Mitch in a life-altering dance of dominance. Tongue, teeth, and lips collided in the heated kiss. He held Mitch’s head in place and kissed the man like he’d never kissed another before him. Hungry, probing, searching and exploring every crevice. Mitch’s tongue brushed against his, and he moaned as he took in the sweet taste of his lover’s mouth. Mitch’s words blanketed his heart and embraced his soul; the moment was beautifully devastating, and Cody knew right then he’d never be the same man he was when he walked into this room tonight.
~~~
He’d said what he’d intended, and if kisses were words, Cody had definitely returned the sentiment. Mitch gripped Cody’s hips, tore from the kiss, and took a step backward. He pulled Cody's hips away from the window and pushed his upper body down so he could get a better angle. He watched Cody’s hands splayed out across the glass, holding his body in place. Perfect.
He drove deeper and harder into Cody's welcoming body. With every thrust, he searched out Cody’s prostate. And considering all the sexy sounds coming from Cody, he figured he was doing it exactly right. He moved his hand down, taking Cody’s rigid cock and stroked hard and fast. “You’re so…fucking…tight.”
The window rattled loudly as Cody’s head and body slammed against it with every thrust he gave. The musky smell of their sex and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. His hand slid up from Cody’s hip to the base of his neck. He tangled his fingers in Cody’s hair. Cody whimpered, begging him to finish, as his body gave several shudders before he tensed in Mitch’s arms and his ass contracted tightly around him, drawing him deeper. That was all it took.
His hard thrusts never slowed, and holding back his release became impossible. He groaned against Cody’s neck, unable to control his release any longer. Mitch’s driving rhythm finally faltered as his body tensed hard and pleasure crashed over him in mind-numbing waves of ecstasy. He rode wave after wave, and with a shout, he spilled himself deep inside Cody’s body.
As he finished, he realized he wasn’t going to be able to continue to stand on his own two feet much longer. Before the darkness claimed him, Mitch took two or three steps backward, dragging Cody with him. He held Cody against him as he tumbled them onto the bed.
“I meant what I said,” he whispered against Cody’s shoulder, rolling them to their side. Cody belonged with him. After tonight, there was no doubt in his mind. The smile spread across his face, and he closed his eyes, gathering Cody in his arms. He let the sated feeling lull him into sleep.
Chapter 45
“Wake up,” Cody said, running a finger across a sleeping Mitch’s perfectly shaped lips. Cody looked up at the clock on the nightstand. It was already eleven in the morning. Mitch had to leave for the airport by eleven thirty. They had gone to bed early this morning, but Cody had gotten up, fixed coffee, breakfast, showered and dressed, and Mitch had never stirred.
“Can you get a later flight?” he asked softly. When Mitch still hadn’t moved a muscle, he sat on the side of the bed and watched for his chest to rise and fall just to make sure he was breathing.
“Mitch Knox, open your damn eyes,” Cody said, and the long eyelashes that had fascinated him for hours two nights ago finally fluttered open.
“You make an annoying alarm clock,” Mitch mumbled and snaked an arm out from under the cover, draping it across Cody’s waist. He tugged and then tugged again. “Shit, you’re too big to force to lie down and cuddle with me.”
“It’s a little after eleven. We have to leave in twenty minutes to get you there on time,” Cody explained. Mitch returned to lying on his back, his hand brushing Cody’s thigh. “Can you get a later flight?”
“Kiss me good morning,” Mitch said, and Cody eyed him. They hadn’t showered last night when they were done. If he leaned in there, he’d probably get stuck in bed, and there would be no chance Mitch would get to the airport on time.
“Can you get a later flight?”
“Are you playing hardball?” Mitch asked. When Cody just stared at him, he chuckled. “No, Kreed’s meeting me at the airport. I planned to fly back with him.”
“Then up! I have coffee, bacon, and biscuits waiting,” Cody said and stood, taking two or three steps toward the door. “I packed your bag. It’s in the bathroom. Now get up. Kreed needs you.”
Cody left the room and shut the door behind him, but he stayed there, listening until he heard his mattress squeak and muttering coming from the room.
“All I wanted was a kiss,” Mitch yelled his way before the bathroom door shut a little too hard.
Cody just rolled his eyes. Did Mitch seriously not know what he looked like? It was never just a kiss with him.
~~~
Ten minutes later, Mitch was showered and dressed when he opened the bedroom door in a huff. His booted feet thudded across the hardwood floor as he entered the room. He dropped his bag on the small kitchen table and ate up the distance between himself and the sink where Cody stood washing dishes.
“That was fast,” Cody said, looking at him over his shoulder, splashing the suds from his hands.
“New rule. Kisses in the morning, then shower. You in the shower would have been better,” Mitch said, wrapping both arms around Cody and hugging him tight. That bulge in his jeans grew more solid as he rubbed against Cody’s blue jean covered ass.
“How’s your ass? Sore this morning?” Cody asked.
“I meant what I said last night,” Mitch said, ignoring the question. While he was in the shower, he realized he didn’t have the time to wine and dine a response out of Cody. He wished he’d had a solid week here with Cody to get things settled between them, because there was absolutely no telling when he’d be back.
“Are you sure?” Cody questioned. He’d gone completely still and turned in Mitch’s arms. His own instinct had him tightening his hold.
“More so than I’ve ever been in my life,” Mitch said. Cody had an array of emotions crossing his handsome face until he pulled away. He couldn’t go far in the small kitchen, but he did put as much distance between them as he could.
Mitch turned with him, taking Cody’s place against the counter, and eyed him the whole time. Had he judged this situation incorrectly? He’d thought they were on pretty safe ground when he’d said those words last night. But in all honesty, he had no measure to go by. This was uncharted territory, emotions he’d never experienced before. His heart sank, and he forced himself to stay quiet. He wouldn’t rush Cody or push him, no matter how bad his heart began to ache.
Shit. So this is what rejection feels like.
“I made you a couple of biscuits with bacon. And a travel mug of coffee,” Cody said. His back was still to Mitch as he fumbled with the food.
Fuck the food. Mitch ran a hand over his face. Fuckin’ shit. Now he was going to have to leave like this.
“I love you, too,” Cody whispered very quietly, still facing away from him.
Mitch shifted his eyes to the back of Cody’s head. Had he heard that right?
“What did you say?” Mitch needed those words reinforced.
“You heard me,” Cody responded, and Mitch was across the kitchen, again at Cody’s back, wrapping him in his arms, tugging that hard body against his.
“Say it again,” Mitch said. It took a full minute for Cody to respond.
“I love you,” Cody said, and he worried his bottom lip as Mitch turned him around.
“Does that pain you?” Mitch asked. The words were exactly what he wanted, but the tone was off.
“I didn’t expect this so suddenly. And I can’t really see how this is gonna work. We’ve been lucky or I guess unlucky if you count the reason for this visit, but you got to come here. It could’ve been months before I saw you again.”
“It’s only this case that’s got me tied up right now, and I can’t see how they can justify this team much longer if we continue to come up with shit. My home base can be anywhere; I just have to be on call and go when they need me. I can be here,” Mitch explained.
“Like move in here?” Cody asked, and the shock showed on his face.
“Well, I guess not…” Mitch said, and that little needling in his heart pricked at him again.
“No, you could. It just feels so fast, and surreal,” Cody said in a reassuring tone.
“I know. I could get a place around here until you’re ready for more. I don’t want to push you.”
“You could stay here,” Cody said again. Then added, “It’s just moving really fast.”
“That’s how I am. I don’t pause very often, especially if I know it’s right,” Mitch said. Cody’s front pocket on his shirt beeped, drawing Mitch’s eyes down. “What’s that?”
“My phone. It’s time to go,” he said, but neither moved. They both just stared at the other.
“Kiss me,” Mitch demanded, leaning in and covering Cody’s mouth. Responsible Cody kept the kiss short and pulled away.
“Grab your mug. I’ll get your bags.” Cody was gone from the kitchen. Mitch didn’t want to leave right then. It was only obligation and consideration to Kreed that had him moving. Otherwise, he’d have flown out first thing in the morning, or hell, what would he have to do to get removed from this case? For the first time in a while, he thought again that fresh eyes needed to take things over.
On those thoughts, Mitch picked up the coffee mug and took a long drink, amazed at how instantly coffee perked him up. He could go back with Kreed, give the guy a week or two to get back in the swing of things, and then officially pull himself from the case. He could offer to consult with the new team investigating the crimes. Surprised at how good that felt, Mitch reached for the biscuits that were all wrapped up. Cody had cooked for him. Why did he love that so much? He unwrapped one and took a bite.
“Are these homemade?” Mitch asked as Cody came back, opening the front door.
“Yeah, did you get your wallet?” Cody asked.
“You make homemade biscuits? I might have just died and gone to heaven,” he stepped past Cody out into the hall.
“It’s just that Bisquick stuff, not the real from scratch kind,” Cody stated matter-of-factly.
“And he knows the difference. If I already didn’t love you, I would right now,” Mitch added.
“Did you get your phone and wallet?” Cody repeated again, pushing the down button on the elevator.
“I did. Thank you for taking such good care of me.” Mitch gave Cody a smile and walked over to kiss his lips.
“Am I mothering?” Cody asked with a wince.
“In a good way,” Mitch confirmed and kissed him again.
The elevator dinged, ending the moment.
Chapter 46
Sunday morning traffic wasn’t terrible. Cody put it off to the big Halloween festivities from the night before, but whatever kept people at home was a great thing. He’d driven to the airport and back in less than an hour.
He parked his truck back in the designated spot, got out, and walked into his building. He should have been on his way to his parents for Sunday dinner, but Cody talked to Sheila about twenty minutes ago to let them know he wouldn’t be there today.
It was lame. He never missed their weekly dinner, because he knew how much his mom loved her whole family being there, but he missed Mitch. Missed him bad, and the highs and lows of this relationship were settling in.
Cody rubbed his eyes as he rode the elevator back up to his place. The emotions churning through him wanted him to drive back to the airport and just wait out front until the plane took off. Who did things like that? Girls mainly, he supposed.
He unlocked the front door and walked inside. His apartment felt empty. How was that even possible? He’d been alone in here since the day he bought the place, but now the loft reminded him of Mitch, and since Mitch was gone, it was lonely.
Damn, I’ve got it bad.
Cody’s phone vibrated in his front pocket. He fished it out, seeing Mitch’s picture light up the screen. That was new too. Mitch had that way of tinkering with his stuff, yet making the phone better in the end. Funny how Mitch was the only person in the world he’d be okay with digging through his stuff. He answered the phone on the third ring.
“What are you doing?” Mitch’s sexy deep voice asked. Cody saw Mitch’s suit jacket on the back of his chair.
“I just got home. I forgot to pack your suit jacket,” Cody admitted, lifting the coat in his hand and drawing the fabric to his nose. He breathed Mitch’s cologne into his lungs. Ah, he missed him so much.
“I can get it next time,” Mitch said quietly. “I don’t wanna go.”
“I was just thinking that same thing,” Cody anchored the phone on his shoulder as he slid Mitch’s jacket on one arm, then the other. He shrugged the coat onto his shoulders, surprised at how well the cut fit. He’d thought Mitch was bigger than him.
“Hang on, that’s Kreed,” Mitch said and clicked over. Cody kept the phone to his ear and went to the bathroom mirror, looking at himself with Mitch’s jacket on.
“Hey, wanna come pick me up? Kreed’s staying another few days.”
“Can you stay that long?” Cody asked, shocked at how his whole attitude just perked up.
“No, I gotta go back in the morning. If you’d rather me fly out today, I can,” Mitch offered, the excitement of a few seconds ago faded.
“I’ll come get you and take you back in the morning.” Cody’s doorbell rang. “Hang on, somebody’s here.”
Cody dropped his phone inside his front shirt pocket. He went for the door, looking out the peephole. A guy in a suit stood outside his door. Okay, not something he saw every day. Cody opened the door and had a badge shoved in his face.
“Agent Peter Langley with the Central Intelligence Agency. Are you Officer Cody Turner?” a tall, thin middle-aged man asked.
“I am,” Cody responded, looking over the badge. It was genuine, but what in the hell? If this was work-related, he’d have been called to the office.
“I need you to come with me, sir,” Agent Langley advised.
“What’s going on?” Cody asked, not budging.
“Sir, we’ll explain that to you when we get downtown,” Agent Langley said.
“I need some information before I just go off with you, Agent Langley,” Cody felt around in his pockets. His keys were there. His cell was in his shirt pocket.
“It’s regarding your recent time spent with Deputy Marshal Mitch Knox.” Mitch’s name caught Cody’s attention. His heart jerked in his chest, and he stepped out the door, locking the deadbolt as he followed the agent dow
nstairs.
“Has he done something?” Cody finally asked as he got on the elevator. Agent Langley remained stone-faced. The man never said another word.
~~~
Mitch ducked his head, moving quickly through the crowd of people, trying to find a quiet place. He shoved a finger in his ear and concentrated. He could hear all of Cody’s conversation and that voice talking to him was familiar.
Frustrated beyond belief, Mitch ducked into an airport gift shop and found the back door. He went through, even at the protest of the clerk, and listened closer to the conversation. When he realized what he was hearing, his heart slammed in his chest. He’d heard that fucking voice before.
Thinking quickly, he activated the recorder on his phone and ever so carefully dialed a three-way call to include Aaron, praying the man picked up. If he didn’t, at least the voice would be recorded.
Karma was on his side. Aaron picked up on the third ring. Mitch started talking before he said hello.
“I’m recording this call. Can you detect the voice?” Mitch asked quickly and efficiently.
“Give me a second,” Aaron said.
He palmed his wallet and waited as he listened. The clerk or security would be through that door any minute. He needed them to remain quiet and step away, so he held open his wallet, showing his badge, ready for when they walked in.
“I’m hooked up. Can you narrow the voice down? Have you heard it before?” Aaron asked.
“Its recent, and he said he was CIA.” Mitch specified, trying to listen and talk at the same time.
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