Full Disclosure (Nice Guys 2)

Mitch left and headed straight for the elevators. He needed sun, even though a cold front had blown through. He punched the down button with his thumb, then punched the button again for good measure. Just a few days ago, he’d been so relieved someone picked up this case. Mitch had known things were going to finally get done. This was the FBI for Christ’s sake. No matter how much trash talking he did, Mitch absolutely had respect for this division. These agents were badasses. Well, at least in the field they were hot shit. Here in DC, they played a political game. Corporate politics meets political correctness at its finest. All the things Mitch totally hated.

The elevator opened, granting his access to freedom. He wove his way into the overly full box and listened as a little female beside him said something about this elevator being the only one working today.

They stopped on every floor on their way down, delaying his escape, but luckily after the second stop, no one got on. As he hit the lobby of the high-rise, his phone immediately started vibrating. He must have finally gotten a signal. He dug the cell out of his front pocket as he hit the front doors, surveying the area. He came to a halt a few steps from a water fountain.

Mitch scanned through the calls and then the texts, choosing Ellen’s message first. The text message started out with her trying to be funny several hours ago and then ended with her declaring she wanted pictures of the guy he was willing to spend a thousand dollars on for a couple of days together.

A thousand dollars? For a damn plane ticket?

Mitch had always thought he made decent money. Well, sort of, his salary wasn’t that great, but he didn’t have to pay for much. His benefits were amazing. Reduced housing, car allowance, health insurance paid for… add all that together and he did okay for himself, but a thousand dollars for a plane flight? He thought about that for a minute and decided he would pay whatever it took to be able to hold that cowboy in his arms again.

Instead of letting himself overthink this, he forwarded Ellen’s message with the arrangements straight to Cody. Who he had technically not even talked to today, although Cody promised to text him when he got up.

Damn. A thousand dollars on a guy that keeps blowing you off. Mitch Knox, what the fuck is wrong with you?

No! Stop overthinking. Cody’s worth it.

He sent a quick note to Cody. “Attached are the details for the flight we talked about last night. I don’t know the exact specifics, my assistant made the arrangements, but I think you can leave tomorrow or the next day, even today if you want and return whenever you want. She can set up your dates if you want her to. Don’t stand me up on this. It’s been a pretty sucky day to have started so good. I really want to see you. M.”

Mitch hit send before he could talk himself out of the text. He sat and leaned back on the steps, letting the sun hit his face. His phone rang and Cody’s picture popped up on his screen.

“You didn’t seriously pay that much money to fly me up there,” Cody stated as soon as he answered the phone.

“Yes, I did. I told you I would. Have you looked at your schedule?” Mitch asked, ignoring the money part and stood to move away from people after guessing where this conversation might lead.

“You spent a thousand dollars so I could come there and fuck you and turn around and come home. You’re insane.”

“I’m not insane. I spent the money because I wanna spend time with you. I don’t have much free time, but I’d like those hours to be spent with you,” Mitch said sensitively. And he meant every word. He truly wanted to spend time with Cody and learn everything about him. But he was also kind of proud of himself for not saying that he couldn’t wait to be buried balls deep in Cody’s hot ass.

“Just to fuck me.” Cody ignored everything he’d just said and still sounded incredulous.

“Or you could fuck me.” Mitch paused. Damn, he wanted that too. Wanted Cody driving into him so fucking bad. “I’m guessing you didn’t go to your brother’s again today since you’re talking about sex so loudly?”

“Shit, man, you’re killing me,” Cody said ardently, and Mitch stopped in his tracks. What had he done now? He thought over everything he’d said. Confused, he finally asked, “What did I say wrong?”

“You paid attention enough to remember my plans for today.” Mitch smiled at Cody’s answer.

“I did. I told you, I want to see what this is that I’m feeling, why I’m so far out of my element when it comes to you. When are you coming?” Mitch asked.

“I don’t know. I didn’t think you were serious. I’ll have to figure it out.” Mitch grinned. That definitely sounded like a yes to him.

“Okay, well, sooner’s better than later for me.” Mitch resumed his pacing around the front of the water fountain.

“I don’t have Skype sex. I don’t do things like that,” Cody replied, and Mitch narrowed his eyes to follow that train of thought. His guy could be really random at times.

“I know, you said that several times last night, while we were having Skype sex. And to my disappointment, you kept moving out of view at the most critical times. We’ll have to get better at keeping you angled toward the camera. I loved watching you, though. You’re seriously hot. I’ve already jacked my dick raw just thinking about the look on your face when you came. I loved everything we did. I just wish you had actually been in my bed so I could feel your shudder and smell your release,” Mitch said, pretty proud of those words. He wanted to romance Cody, and he hoped that worked a little magic for him.