Full Disclosure (Nice Guys 2)

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He’d said what he’d intended, and if kisses were words, Cody had definitely returned the sentiment. Mitch gripped Cody’s hips, tore from the kiss, and took a step backward. He pulled Cody's hips away from the window and pushed his upper body down so he could get a better angle. He watched Cody’s hands splayed out across the glass, holding his body in place. Perfect.

He drove deeper and harder into Cody's welcoming body. With every thrust, he searched out Cody’s prostate. And considering all the sexy sounds coming from Cody, he figured he was doing it exactly right. He moved his hand down, taking Cody’s rigid cock and stroked hard and fast. “You’re so…fucking…tight.”

The window rattled loudly as Cody’s head and body slammed against it with every thrust he gave. The musky smell of their sex and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. His hand slid up from Cody’s hip to the base of his neck. He tangled his fingers in Cody’s hair. Cody whimpered, begging him to finish, as his body gave several shudders before he tensed in Mitch’s arms and his ass contracted tightly around him, drawing him deeper. That was all it took.

His hard thrusts never slowed, and holding back his release became impossible. He groaned against Cody’s neck, unable to control his release any longer. Mitch’s driving rhythm finally faltered as his body tensed hard and pleasure crashed over him in mind-numbing waves of ecstasy. He rode wave after wave, and with a shout, he spilled himself deep inside Cody’s body.

As he finished, he realized he wasn’t going to be able to continue to stand on his own two feet much longer. Before the darkness claimed him, Mitch took two or three steps backward, dragging Cody with him. He held Cody against him as he tumbled them onto the bed.

“I meant what I said,” he whispered against Cody’s shoulder, rolling them to their side. Cody belonged with him. After tonight, there was no doubt in his mind. The smile spread across his face, and he closed his eyes, gathering Cody in his arms. He let the sated feeling lull him into sleep.

Chapter 45

“Wake up,” Cody said, running a finger across a sleeping Mitch’s perfectly shaped lips. Cody looked up at the clock on the nightstand. It was already eleven in the morning. Mitch had to leave for the airport by eleven thirty. They had gone to bed early this morning, but Cody had gotten up, fixed coffee, breakfast, showered and dressed, and Mitch had never stirred.

“Can you get a later flight?” he asked softly. When Mitch still hadn’t moved a muscle, he sat on the side of the bed and watched for his chest to rise and fall just to make sure he was breathing.

“Mitch Knox, open your damn eyes,” Cody said, and the long eyelashes that had fascinated him for hours two nights ago finally fluttered open.

“You make an annoying alarm clock,” Mitch mumbled and snaked an arm out from under the cover, draping it across Cody’s waist. He tugged and then tugged again. “Shit, you’re too big to force to lie down and cuddle with me.”

“It’s a little after eleven. We have to leave in twenty minutes to get you there on time,” Cody explained. Mitch returned to lying on his back, his hand brushing Cody’s thigh. “Can you get a later flight?”

“Kiss me good morning,” Mitch said, and Cody eyed him. They hadn’t showered last night when they were done. If he leaned in there, he’d probably get stuck in bed, and there would be no chance Mitch would get to the airport on time.

“Can you get a later flight?”

“Are you playing hardball?” Mitch asked. When Cody just stared at him, he chuckled. “No, Kreed’s meeting me at the airport. I planned to fly back with him.”

“Then up! I have coffee, bacon, and biscuits waiting,” Cody said and stood, taking two or three steps toward the door. “I packed your bag. It’s in the bathroom. Now get up. Kreed needs you.”

Cody left the room and shut the door behind him, but he stayed there, listening until he heard his mattress squeak and muttering coming from the room.

“All I wanted was a kiss,” Mitch yelled his way before the bathroom door shut a little too hard.

Cody just rolled his eyes. Did Mitch seriously not know what he looked like? It was never just a kiss with him.

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Ten minutes later, Mitch was showered and dressed when he opened the bedroom door in a huff. His booted feet thudded across the hardwood floor as he entered the room. He dropped his bag on the small kitchen table and ate up the distance between himself and the sink where Cody stood washing dishes.

“That was fast,” Cody said, looking at him over his shoulder, splashing the suds from his hands.

“New rule. Kisses in the morning, then shower. You in the shower would have been better,” Mitch said, wrapping both arms around Cody and hugging him tight. That bulge in his jeans grew more solid as he rubbed against Cody’s blue jean covered ass.

“How’s your ass? Sore this morning?” Cody asked.

“I meant what I said last night,” Mitch said, ignoring the question. While he was in the shower, he realized he didn’t have the time to wine and dine a response out of Cody. He wished he’d had a solid week here with Cody to get things settled between them, because there was absolutely no telling when he’d be back.

“Are you sure?” Cody questioned. He’d gone completely still and turned in Mitch’s arms. His own instinct had him tightening his hold.

“More so than I’ve ever been in my life,” Mitch said. Cody had an array of emotions crossing his handsome face until he pulled away. He couldn’t go far in the small kitchen, but he did put as much distance between them as he could.

Mitch turned with him, taking Cody’s place against the counter, and eyed him the whole time. Had he judged this situation incorrectly? He’d thought they were on pretty safe ground when he’d said those words last night. But in all honesty, he had no measure to go by. This was uncharted territory, emotions he’d never experienced before. His heart sank, and he forced himself to stay quiet. He wouldn’t rush Cody or push him, no matter how bad his heart began to ache.