Full Domain (Nice Guys 3)

Besides the different hair and his five o’clock shadow, he wore glasses that fit the shape of his face perfectly. Stuart was as hot, if not hotter, than Kreed remembered. On the screen, he’d have guessed Aaron to be shorter, but in reality, he stood only a few inches below him—the perfect height in Kreed’s estimation. He liked his men about Aaron’s size.

His men… Like he had men? Where the hell had that come from?

Chastising himself, Kreed tried to put the brakes on his wayward thoughts. They were there to do a job, not for him to fuck the hot computer geek. Kreed cocked his head and played devil’s advocate to that thought. But hey, if the opportunity arose, he was gonna grab it by the balls. Kreed almost chuckled out loud at that thought.

With another look over his shoulder, he watched Aaron shut the back door then just stand on the curb. Kreed shifted his position, trying for a better view. Why was the kid standing outside in the freezing weather like that? Surely he knew hypothermia wasn’t a sufficient excuse to get out of working this case. Kreed watched Aaron for a second more before turning back to the front. He would give Stuart a minute or two before braving the elements and pushing his ass inside the car.

Drumming the fingers of his left hand on the steering wheel, he patiently waited, while moving his free hand down to adjust his hard cock. Man, he’d thought he’d been attracted to Aaron on the computer screen, but that didn’t begin to compare to the attraction coursing through him at the moment. Aaron Stuart in person was truly a mouthwatering sight. Something about the new hair had his fingers itching to feel those spikey blond strands. The black-rimmed glasses Aaron wore drew his attention to gray-blue eyes, framed perfectly by thick, dark lashes. He could have sworn Aaron had brown eyes last time he’d seen him, but what the fuck ever, this guy, with any color eyes—or hair, for that matter—was hot.

The guy’s mouth alone made Kreed’s dick sit up and beg for a little attention. Fuck! Aaron’s full, pouty lips, perfect for kissing and so many other things, had immediately drawn his attention. Kreed had almost reached out to run his palm along that square, firm jawline, but quickly caught himself, stopping before he made the whole situation any more awkward. That very close-cropped beard would feel amazing against his skin.

If they had met in a bar, you could bet Kreed would be taking this guy home and directly to his bed. Aaron appeared muscular, but not thick, with long legs. Kreed couldn’t tell for sure because they’d been hidden by a coat and jeans, but he would guess they were muscled in all the right places, perfect for wrapping those long limbs around Kreed’s waist.

Kreed shook his head, trying to push that last thought down. Sex with Aaron would only complicate things, at least that was what his conscience kept screaming. Kreed didn’t make it a habit of fucking the guys he worked with, never had. The fall-out could get too messy.

Kreed could feel the wicked smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Technically they weren’t on the job yet. So a little fooling around might be the best thing to help ease the building tension. Just to get the temptation out of the way, of course.

A shivering Aaron finally opened the passenger door and slid into the front seat. He now wore nothing to protect him from the cold weather outside. Kreed sat there with one hand on the wheel, the other still resting across the back of the seat, and stared at the guy. Aaron rubbed his hands together, putting them in front of the heater, then blew on them before rubbing them together again. Kreed continued to sit there, gawking.

“What?” Aaron finally asked, not looking over at Kreed.

“I think you got it wrong,” Kreed replied.

“More than you know, but what are you talking about?” Only then did Aaron finally glance his way.

“You’re absolutely my type,” Kreed declared and resisted the urge to reach over and fix the thick, silky strands of Aaron’s wind-blown hair. He held back a groan; this kid was tempting as fuck, seriously affecting him to the point of utter distraction. Aaron looked away as soon as he spoke the words.

“I believe you have your words mixed up. It was said the other way around,” Aaron shot back. A hint of red crept up his cheeks.

“Well, you definitely got that wrong. You liked what you saw, and I’ve been wondering about you for a while now. We need to find a way to release all this sexual tension, clear our minds. That way we can give our all to this case without any distractions. So, if we’re gonna fuck, we need to hit it now before we get to the bureau and we’re officially on the clock,” Kreed stated.

“What? Are you kidding me?” Aaron asked, clearly shocked, though maybe Kreed heard a little stunned curiosity in his voice as well. “Not saying I would, but what does being on the clock have to do with anything?”

“I don’t get my honey where I get my money. And that’s too bad ’cause you’re fucking adorable.” Kreed watched as Aaron’s body visibly tensed.

“Huh?” It took Aaron a second to digest his words. “No, I’m not fucking you. I don’t even understand what you’re saying. Honey? Money? Adorable? All that thinking you’re trying to do over there must be using up all the oxygen in your brain.”

Aaron’s aggravation came through loud and clear. All right, maybe he’d pushed a little too hard; Kreed had a way of doing that. But Aaron hadn’t looked completely appalled by the idea either. At least that was something, right?

“You sure?” Kreed asked, never really any good at accepting no as an answer. “We got a few hours we could kill waiting on Connors’s flight to arrive.” This time Kreed gave a suggestive waggle of his brows.