Full Disclosure (Nice Guys 2)

“I didn’t remember their names. You saw me looking back at you. I was trying to get you to come introduce yourself so they would say their names,” Cody said. And with that, the tension forming in his chest eased, and he smiled, pushing the door behind Cody open.

“So let me get this straight. Looking over your shoulder means come introduce yourself?” He bumped Cody’s chest until the cowboy stepped backward.

“Yeah. Everyone knows that,” Cody reasoned, taking steps back.

“I didn’t know that,” he replied.

“Of course you know. I was even giving you the help-me look,” Cody stated matter-of-factly.

“What’s the look?” Mitch asked, reaching for the elevator button. Cody’s whole focus was on him. Mitch kept his eyes on Cody’s and laughed out loud when Cody attempted to show him the supposed look. He couldn’t help the outburst when all Cody did was widen his eyes and look constipated.

“That’s the look,” Cody advised, and Mitch backed him against the small wall separating the two elevators.

“Is that so? I’ll just have to remember that next time,” he chuckled and leaned his head in to kiss Cody’s lips. “I just thought you didn’t want them to know.”

Cody took hold of his waist and pushed him back a step. It was all he was willing to give.

“I told you I didn’t hide,” Cody’s eyes met his.

“I didn’t know.”

“Everyone knows the look,” Cody repeated.

“I didn’t.” The elevator doors slid open, revealing an empty space. When Cody didn’t automatically enter, Mitch reached out and pushed him inside. He was either an incredible actor or sincere. Mitch guessed that straight-forward, good guy Cody had never taken a theater arts class in his life. “But next time, I will,” he promised.

“I wasn’t hiding you,” Cody insisted. Mitch had completely accepted his answer but apparently hadn’t made that clear to Cody. Mitch reached back to push the button to his floor.

“I got it. My bad, cowboy. Kiss me,” he said, moving in closer to Cody as the doors shut. Cody put a hand on his chest, keeping him a step away.

“I wasn’t hiding you. I just didn’t remember them. I was trying to cover that,” Cody explained again, staring him straight in the eyes.

“Good. I don’t wanna be hidden. I wanna be right there beside you.” He moved forward against Cody’s outstretched hand and reached out, turning Cody’s head to the perfect angle. Not taking no for an answer this time, he nipped and licked at Cody’s lips until he opened for him. That whole conversation must have sounded crazy. Mitch also got that he’d been a little diva, but Cody had sealed himself inside Mitch’s heart today. Now all he wanted to do was to protect what was his, and this man in his arms belonged to him.

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Mitch was on him as soon as the elevator doors closed, their mouths fused together in a frenzied kiss. Cody heard the doors open and reached out, grabbing the sides of the elevator seconds before they shut again. He used the leverage of his body to push Mitch backward. It was like moving a concrete wall. Mitch was powerful, glued to him just the way Cody would normally want him, but he needed them in the privacy of his apartment first. Mitch held on as he walked them off the elevator, out into the foyer. Seconds passed before he finally broke free from the kiss.

“Let’s get in my apartment,” Cody breathed into Mitch’s ear. Mitch fought him a little bit to take back possession of his mouth.

“Right here’s fine,” Mitch murmured, latching on to his neck, pushing Cody backward several steps. The strong arms holding his waist tightened; their hips now in perfect alignment so their cocks brushed together. An involuntary moan slipped from his mouth, and he ground himself harder into Mitch.

Get a hold of yourself, he mentally chastised himself.

“God, you smell sexy.” Mitch ran his nose along his neck, up to his ear.

“I’ve got something planned. Let me go, so we can get inside.” He was surprised he got the sentence out. Mitch had him so hard he couldn’t think. His arms tightened around Mitch, but he lost his grip on their jackets and they fell to the floor. He had to get Mitch to his apartment now! Cody roughly shoved him away, causing him to stumble several steps back.

Mitch looked up at him. The glint in his eyes said it all. That move had turned Mitch on, and a devious grin spread across his handsome face.

“That’s it, cowboy. You know what I want,” Mitch growled, pointing his finger at him.

“Get into the apartment, and I’ll give it to you,” he promised, keeping his distance, because fuck, if he didn’t, he’d have Mitch on this foyer floor, banging into him for the whole world to see. He had no doubt Mitch would have loved that idea. Mitch pivoted on his feet as Cody reached down and picked up their jackets taking a wide curve around Mitch as he headed to his place. “Follow me, Deputy Marshal.”

Chapter 42

Mitch trailed behind him, keeping his distance. Cody was able to get inside his apartment, discard their jackets, and toe off his shoes before Mitch leisurely strolled inside. Mitch didn’t shut the door. Instead, he walked straight into the living room, turned toward him, and cocked his brow.

Mitch’s invitation was very clear—give it your best shot. Oh, he would, but he was nervous. He tried to ignore the fact he’d never done anything like this ever before.

“You sure you know what you’re asking me to do?” Cody absently reached back and shut the front door. On a thought, he pivoted and made a show of turning the lock. “Take off your clothes. They’re too nice to ruin,” he stated, trying to be what Mitch needed. He looked at the support beam in his living room as he walked to the bedroom, leaving Mitch where he stood.

He loosened his tie, but let the silk hang as he untucked his shirt. He freed himself of his belt before working the buttons at his wrist. He assessed his bedroom. The support beam in this room might be better. It sat to the side of the room, but he could get Mitch from the beam to the bed if needed.