He’s so perfect.
Ty’s balls tightened and his cock pulsed violently against Kell’s hot tongue. Oh fuck, oh fuck. “Baby, I can’t hold it.” He barely got out. Ty clenched his abs, his upper body rising off the bed as he exploded inside his fiancé’s mouth, releasing all the pressure and mayhem of the day. Kell grunted loudly and clamped his lips around his cock as warmth spread onto his thigh and between his legs. Kell ground his hips wantonly against him. His own groan was just as drawn out as Kell milked him thoroughly.
They lay sprawled against each other, coming down from the high of their powerful orgasms. He was almost asleep when he felt a warm, damp cloth cleaning his legs. He’d never smoked any weed but this had to be close to what being blazed felt like. Ty floated on a cloud. Oh yeah, he was a goner. Kell had him sprung, caught. Hook, line, and sinker; and that had only been from his lover’s mouth. He could only imagine how it was gonna be his first time inside him. He’d given Kell his first orgasm in a month. In a couple of days he’d give him his first sex in years.
With all the lights off, Kell nestled into Ty’s chest with his arms around him. “Now. Sleep well,” Kell whispered, then placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. Kell’s face, his mouth, his warm skin all smelled like Ty. He closed his eyes and let his soulmate put him at ease and into a deep, dreamless sleep. A power only he possessed.
Ty
“Well, I’m not sure if your plans will work or not, you two aren’t giving us much to go on.” Duke stood, looking around at the other hunters to see if they agreed. They did. “Retrievals usually require surveillance and a detailed strategy to execute. You guys have none of that. The first one, Craig Morrison, you said we don’t even have to suit up for him; you’re gonna tell him to come to us. Do I got that right?”
“Yep.” Ty shrugged, feeling so much more relaxed then he did yesterday. “It’s the best I could come up with.”
“And Alexander?”
“Ah yes. The boy who cried gay bashing.” Kell shook his head.
“You just want us to meet you at the club at midnight tomorrow. That’s it?” Duke threw his arms up. “And you’re gonna give some barely distinguishable signal to Brian when to move.”
“Yep,” Ty said again. “All in one day.”
“Both retrievals on Thursday?” Duke kept questioning.
Ty had thought his boss gave him command over these files. They hadn’t even messed up and he was bitching. Why would he think a plan is too easy? There’s no such thing. The less manpower used, the better.
“Why do both of them tomorrow? You might have brass ones, man, but it’s not as easy as one, two, three,” Duke grumbled.
“Actually, it is.” Ty leaned back in his chair. “If it makes you feel any better, we can knock Craig Morrison out right now. He’ll come whenever I call.”
“You are one self-assured motherfucker, Ty. Jesus.” Duke laughed, the other hunters joining in. “So we can all just sit here and shoot the shit while Craig Morrison walks through my office door all on his own.”
Ty was beginning to take all the doubt personally. His boss thought he was all talk and no show.
“You know what. If you can get Craig Morrison in here today, then lunch is on me. Wherever you choose, Ty. Anywhere in the city. Hell, even the Aria.”
The Aria was one of the most expensive restaurants in Atlanta. He knew, because he was always searching for nice places to take his sweetheart. The blue in Kell’s eyes glittered as he watched Ty for his reaction. The men were staring at him, calling his bluff. He turned to his partner. “You wanna bring this clown in now? Then we’ll have the whole day free tomorrow,” he asked Kell like it won’t nothing but a thang.
“I’m following you,” Kell answered easily.
Ty saw Quick nod at Kell’s response. They were on the right track. Ty just had to make sure no one else got in his head, except for his partner. They were on one accord and as long as they stayed that way, then yes, Ty was sure they’d be victorious.
“Now, this I gotta see.” Dana chuckled, rearing back as far as his chair would allow and throwing his boots up on his desk. “If the jumpers are coming to us now, then I’m all for that shit.”
Kell stood from Ty’s desk and went to grab his cell phone to pull up the app he’d told him to download yesterday. He pointed at Ford’s many monitors. “Can you alter caller ID?”
“Meaning?” Ford asked.
“Craig Morrison doesn’t pick up any numbers he doesn’t know. We tried all morning on Tuesday using the number scrambler you gave us. Still no answer. When I looked through the phone records of his cell he had an infinite number of calls to radio stations and hotlines for talent showcases,” Ty explained.