Full Disclosure (Nice Guys 2)

“When do I report?” Mitch asked.

He heard the car door open behind him. He tried to listen to and concentrate on the phone conversation as he watched Cody get out of the car. Mitch pinned him with his stare, willing him to stay right there.

“Knox, you’ll report to Director Carpenter first thing in the morning.”

“Call me when you’re on the way to the airport,” Director Carpenter spoke up on the call for the first time. After those directives, the call ended as quickly as it had started. Mitch used speed dial to call Ellen while trying to keep one eye on Cody.

“Hang on, I’m almost done,” Mitch said. As the phone rang, Mitch’s gaze slowly drifted to Cody’s lips. They were thick and full, swollen and red from their kiss, and he liked that look. As if Cody knew his thoughts, the faintest blush crossed his cheeks as he looked down. When he did, those sexy long lashes brushed his cheek.

Mitch’s erection was back in full force.

Cody was about the hottest thing he’d seen. He bet that blush showed up regularly in uncomfortable situations. He knew right then that Cody was a temptation he wanted to pursue.

What was wrong with him? Mitch had just gotten the break he needed on the case that he’d fought tooth and nail for, and all he could think about right now was that he hoped he couldn’t get a flight out of town until the morning.

“Yes, sir,” he heard Ellen’s sleepy voice come on the line.

“You’re supposed to be arranging me a flight, not sleeping. I’ve gotta get out of Dallas ASAP. I need to be in DC in the morning. Can you get your pretty little head up and make that happen?” Mitch asked.

“You think I’m pretty? Kidding, I’m up and working now.” Ellen gave a deep thorough yawn into the phone. “Why can’t you guys ever get your case breaks during normal operating hours?”

“Duty calls, princess,” he said as he stood there watching Cody watch him with the car still between them. “Besides, it’s why you make the big bucks.”

“Riiighttt. We need to talk about that raise in my next evaluation, sir,” Ellen said.

“What have I told you about calling me that?” he grinned and rapped his knuckles on the car hood when Cody looked away. He wanted those eyes on him, not cast down. Down meant regret, and he didn’t want there to be any of that at all.

“You told me you aren’t old enough to be a sir yet,” she replied back instantly.

“I’m not responding.”

“But my parents always taught me to be respectful of my elders,” they said the end in unison.

“Again, you need better jokes,” he chuckled, giving Cody, Ellen’s wink.

“Mitch, how close to the airport are you? There must be something going on in Dallas. The flights are booked up tight. I can get you out at three-thirty this morning on American Airlines. Can you make it?”

Mitch looked down at his phone. Already close to two. He lifted his eyes back up, trying to figure out if he had time for a quickie. Dammit! Fucking shit! He hadn’t had his fill of Mr. Ball Cap yet. Mitch absolutely hated to leave like this. He swore right then, he’d definitely be back to finish what he started.

When he returned, he’d have to start from the beginning. Cody wouldn’t open up to him easily, but a grin spread across his lips. He’d welcome the chase Cody seemed intent on giving him.

“Put me on it.” Mitch disconnected the call as he rounded the hood.

~~~

From the time that ringtone permeated his brain, everything inside Cody told him this night was coming to a crashing halt. He’d gone from teetering on the edge to falling flat on his face in a matter of seconds. The emotions playing through him gave him a serious case of whiplash. His normal, very steady, and overly reasonable approach to life had vanished, in its place was a guy who shoved hands down his pants and begged to be taken in the front seat of a car that was parked on a busy section of a main street. What the hell was he thinking?

Cody gave an inward chuckle, laughing at himself. He knew his problem, and it stood on the other side of the car, with sexy ass dimples and a massive chest with intricate artwork. He’d lost his mind, done things he’s never even considered before, for sure.

The Colt Michaels/deputy US marshal deal should have sent him packing. He’d read all about Mitch Knox as he’d followed Colt’s recovery. He was thirtyish, which was reasonably young for his job, and a total badass. Cody had even aspired to be like the guy when he became a ranger. Thinking back now, he had to have seen Mitch’s picture back then. How could he have not recognized him tonight? He guessed the casual biker gone rogue attire and that damn cocky attitude had thrown him off.

Now he completely understood how Mitch had been so comfortable with Colt when the rest of the entire country had focused on Colt’s sexuality. Why hadn’t that thought ever occurred to him? He seriously needed to work on his investigation skills.

Not knowing what to do, he looked down and began kicking the rocks at his feet. He felt like an idiot standing there trying not to listen to Mitch’s phone call. Maybe he should just leave.

The knuckles rapping on the car hood drew his eyes up. This Mitch Knox he heard talking on the phone wasn’t the one he’d just tried to hand fuck in the car. Even as he joked to whoever he spoke with, his tone was different.

Mitch’s stare pinned him, held him in place, so he watched as Mitch rested his arms on the top of the car, the phone cradled in the palm of his hand while he spoke. Mitch’s eyes conveyed the message clearly—Cody wasn’t to leave this spot.

Cody waited to see if his keys, along with his will, would be returned to him. If nothing more than just to prove he could still think on his own, he reached in the backseat of the car to grab his baseball ball cap where Mitch had flipped it earlier.