Full Disclosure (Nice Guys 2)

“Fuck, that feels good,” Cody whispered against Mitch’s mouth, as if he hadn’t already had that revelation.

Mitch weighed the risk of giving Cody a blow job right there in this very spot. The thought of sliding Cody’s hot length in his mouth and teasing the guy’s slit with his tongue made Mitch’s mouth water. Yes, if they were caught, he’d be arrested, but his job was reasonably secure. Cody’s, on the other hand, might not be so safe. And why did that even matter to him?

“Is your room close?” Mitch asked again, increasing the tempo of his hand.

“It’s downtown,” Cody answered breathlessly, his eyes barely opening. “There’s a parking garage a little farther down that way, we could go there. It’s much closer.” Maybe Cody did want this as much as he did. God, he hoped so. Mitch crushed his mouth to Cody’s, driving deep quickly. He used his tongue to fuck Cody’s mouth like he planned to fuck his ass. Cody’s lips were warm and soft, moving against his. The short stubble brushed against his cheek making him groan.

This guy flipped every switch he had. The kiss was a frenzied mix of teeth and tongues, sizzling hot and completely combustible. He was going to blow his load in his jeans if he didn’t slow things down. Damn! He hadn’t lost it like this since high school. When Mitch began to pull away in order to drive them somewhere a little more private, Cody latched roughly on to Mitch’s neck and covered his palm over Mitch’s hand, forcing him to massage harder until he finally guided Mitch’s hand inside his jeans. The minute Mitch made skin-to-skin contact, he squeezed. A deep growl came from Cody that rivaled anything Mitch had ever heard, and it was fucking sexy as hell.

He worked that hard dick with his hand. Still wanting a taste, his mind reverted right back to the idea of a blow job, then Cody’s teeth sank into his shoulder. Motherfucker, that is some hot shit! Screw the parking garage, he needed Cody naked, sprawled out just for him, preferably on a California king. They were big guys, and he wasn’t interested in a cramped quickie in a rental anymore. He wanted the entire night to explore all of Cody’s fantasies, and to do that, he needed to get them somewhere with a bed…and quick.

He drew back to tell Cody they needed to go to his hotel room, that a parking garage hookup just wouldn’t do. But the words froze in his throat, all thought vanishing when he saw Cody’s head positioned back against the headrest, his swollen, slightly parted lips still glistened from their kisses.

Cody drove his hips up into Mitch’s hand. Dammit if Cody wasn’t fucking intoxicating. Mitch couldn’t remember ever having anyone so completely turned on before. Watching Cody writhe under his touch might actually be the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

From out of nowhere, a foghorn interrupted the amazing moment. Cody pitched forward, hitting Mitch in the head. Stars filled his gaze as the second foghorn sounded loudly in the car.

“Fuck.” Mitch fumbled for the phone, digging in his front pocket on the third horn blast. The position was awkward. The steering wheel kept him pushed sideways as he struggled to get upright in the driver’s seat. When he sent an apologetic glance Cody’s way, he saw that he’d lost that sexy sensual look. Confusion and panic were now the most dominate expressions on his beautiful face.

“Don’t move,” Mitch demanded, holding up a finger. It was a little after one o’clock in the morning. This couldn’t be a good phone call, the ringtone made that clear, so he had to answer. He waited for Cody to nod in agreement before he accepted the call. “Mitch Knox.”

“Please hold, sir. I’m connecting the callers. This shouldn’t take more than a minute for all parties to be on the line,” a woman on the other end of the line said in a professional tone, and then suddenly, she was gone. Mitch was left with nothing but silence and a lot of questions. All parties on the line? What the fuck had that meant? Evidently he wasn’t the only one being interrupted tonight.

Mitch arched his brow and again lifted his finger to Cody who seriously looked ready to bolt. He pulled the phone away from his ear for a moment. “I’m stepping out of the car to take this call. Don’t move. This isn’t over between us. Promise me.” Mitch thought he may have gotten that halfhearted promise as a red light on his smart phone lit up, drawing his attention to the breaking news report. Mitch put the phone on speaker and clicked the flashing icon as he exited the car. His heart immediately began to race. Republican Senior Majority Leader Seth Greyson’s image appeared on his screen with a headline that read, “Greyson’s Son Kidnapped.”

“Shit!” Wasn’t Greyson’s oldest son openly gay? His body immediately went on alert, the tension overriding his arousal completely as his brain kicked into overdrive.

Mitch quickly scanned the article, amassing the details offered by the press. He barely got through the first couple of paragraphs before he heard the other parties connect to the line. As every member of the call was introduced, he scanned the high points through the rest of the article. This could, unfortunately, be the break he needed to move his case along.

“Deputy Marshal Knox, are you present?” the woman asked.

“Yes, I am,” he said, turning off the speaker mode and bringing the phone back to his ear.

“Go ahead, Director Skinner,” the female said. There was a click as she disconnected from the call.

“We’ve had a situation arise. One we, unfortunately, had some knowledge of the eventuality of. Senator Greyson’s son was attacked two nights ago. There was a ransom note, but that appeared to be false to throw us off. Elliot Greyson was found in the last few hours, some six hundred miles from his home. We’re certain he’d been left there for dead. He’s currently back in DC, in critical condition, not expected to survive. The facts as we know them: The boy dodged Secret Service, we’re assuming on purpose. The FBI is all over this, but the case fits the patterns of the one Deputy Marshal Knox has put together. As a result, from this minute forward, there will be reassignment. Deputy Marshal Knox, we’re pairing you with Agent Tyler Connors, the current FBI lead agent investigating this crime. Do you have any questions?”