Full Disclosure (Nice Guys 2)

They fell forward with Cody’s full weight collapsing across his back. Neither moved, only Cody’s loud pants filled his ear, and Mitch could feel Cody’s heart beating in perfect rhythm with his.

“Damn,” Cody finally said and slowly started to pull out of him. Mitch’s ass constricted, gripping him. “Fuck, that feels amazing,” Cody moaned and slid the rest of the way out. Mitch couldn’t move. He was a boneless heap, drifting in pure bliss. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Cody slid the condom off his semi-erect cock and tied the end in a knot before tossing it into the trash can by the bed. Cody crawled back to the center of the mattress, kissing Mitch’s back and shoulders as he cuddled in close to him.

“Ready for round two when you are, Deputy Marshal,” Cody yawned.

When Mitch finally gathered enough strength, he turned to Cody and gave a cheeky grin as he teased his cowboy with the words his heart wanted him to take seriously. “Yep, those words just sealed the deal. I believe I’ve fallen for you, cowboy Cody.”

Chapter 26

Cody woke to the sound of the heater rumbling on. Mitch’s chest was pressed close to his back, a heavy leg thrown across his thigh, and the guy’s morning erection poked against his ass cheeks. They’d only been asleep for a couple of hours.

Last night had been a frenzied fuck-fest, both taking and giving pleasure. They’d screwed on the bed, and then couch. They ordered food, talked, and made love again before soaking in a hot bath. Cody fell asleep in Mitch’s arms, sated, exhausted, and happy.

After last night, Cody’s concern about his feelings for Mitch only increased. He’d figured coming here would have helped get Mitch out of his system. But from the need coursing through his body, he doubted the possibility existed. Now, all he could think was how he didn’t want to leave him.

Mitch had jokingly said he had fallen for him. Cody knew he shouldn’t hope too much for those words to be true. He wasn’t dumb; he would only get hurt if he expected more than just this one weekend. Besides, they couldn’t work even if they tried. They both had jobs they loved, and Mitch lived a whole state away from him. Sheila was right about all that. So, Cody would enjoy these few days and then go back to Texas and throw himself into his career. Wasn’t that what he kept saying to Mitch? That he wanted his career above all else?

“Stop overthinking it, cowboy.” Mitch’s warm breath ghosted across his skin, giving him instant chills.

“Morning, Deputy Marshal, hope I didn’t wake you.” Cody smiled and pushed his ass back against Mitch’s morning wood. Mitch groaned and canted his hips forward, pulling him closer. Cody’s cock plumped up immediately.

How did Mitch always read his moods so well? More importantly, he needed to heed Mitch’s words. What Mitch really meant by “don’t overthink it” was he put too much emotion into what they had done.

Cody rose up, looked over at the alarm clock, and gave a slight yawn he tried to hide.

“You didn’t. What time is it?” Mitch asked, his voice still in the after-sex husky mode.

“It’s close to four,” Cody whispered, snuggling back down against Mitch. “What time do you have to go in?”

“I think ten is like the official start time on the weekends,” Mitch said, keeping steady work at stroking his fingertips up and down Cody’s back.

“Did you sleep well?” Cody asked. Mitch lifted his head, and Cody turned, arching his neck to give Mitch a soft kiss.

“I did. I believe I slept better in the past couple of hours than I have my whole life. Thanks to you,” Mitch answered, rubbing against him. The wet tip of his cock pressed against his ass, slipping close to his hole.

“That feels good.” Cody loved the way Mitch’s body fit perfectly against his. And he also loved the feel of Mitch’s arousal sliding up and down his crevice, slicking him with pre-come.

“Are you sore?” Mitch asked as he rubbed a thumb across his nipple, then slid his palm down his stomach, bypassing Cody’s dick to cup his balls.

“Yes, but only in the best way.” Cody wiggled back against him, seeking more of his touch. He was a fool for Mitch’s touch. “Make love to me, Mitch.”

“Not if you’re sore. I don’t wanna hurt you.” Mitch sucked on the tender skin below his ear and continued fondling his sac.

“I’ll be fine, just go slow.” He reached an arm behind him and pulled Mitch’s mouth to his, giving him a deep, passionate kiss.

“You sure, cowboy?” Mitch playfully licked at the corner of his lips.

“I’m positive, Knox…I just need to feel you.” Cody was already halfway there and completely unwilling to take no for an answer. He rose up on his elbow and reached for the lube. Cody popped open the cap, pouring a generous amount onto Mitch’s fingers and palm. He lay down again and scooted his butt back into Mitch, moaning when Mitch’s fingers found his hole.

Mitch gently massaged him. He drew a knee to his chest, allowing his lover better access. Mitch carefully eased one long digit into him, followed by another, kissing and sucking on his neck as he slowly worked him open. Cody couldn’t think of a better way to start the morning.

“Mmm…so warm and tight in there. You sure you’re not too sore?” Mitch’s fingers twisted and curled, and damn, it felt good.

“Positive. You’re not gonna hurt me.” The fingers in his ass were suddenly gone. The bed shifted, and he heard Mitch rip open the condom packet. And it wasn’t three seconds later he felt the delicious burn of Mitch pushing into his body. Mitch froze as soon as that blunt head breached his entrance.

“You okay?” Mitch asked and pressed his mouth against Cody’s neck, lightly sucking. The man was so tender and loving that Mitch filled his body and heart with desire. In the last few hours, he had seen both sides of Mitch Knox—the wild, rough one who sought pleasure with abandon, and then this sweet caring side. Cody had fallen for both.