Full Domain (Nice Guys 3)

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“You’re so fucking sexy with those fuck-me-I’m-so-smart glasses on and that intense look on your face.”

Aaron glanced up and narrowed his eyes as he shoved the glasses off to the top of his head and stretched out his back. There was just something about the big, gorgeous deputy marshal growling those words at him that made his dick want to come out and play. A tired yawn from hours of sitting behind his laptop slipped free as he rubbed his eyes.

“And those noises you make are a complete turn-on.”

“I have a feeling it doesn’t take much to turn you on. A slight gust of wind would probably have you at full mast,” Aaron teased, lowering the lid to his laptop. He’d done as much as he could with this computer. He needed to move to the bedroom, work on his system in there, but he liked being in the living room. It was close to everything Kreed had going on today.

From this vantage point, he’d watched Kreed clean the kitchen and put a pot of New Year’s good luck black-eyed peas on for dinner—something the guy seemed pretty excited to have found in the cupboard. He now stood across the room at the kitchen table—sexy as hell—folding the laundry that had been spread all across the top. Domesticated. Who knew that’d be so hot to watch? The tension of the case they’d been working was gone, not even hanging over their heads. They were totally comfortable with one another. It was incredibly rare to find this level of ease with anyone, especially this man—a deputy US marshal.

“With you it doesn’t take much to get me hot.” Kreed’s voice was deeper now and Aaron moved the laptop to the coffee table. He couldn’t see the front of Kreed’s shorts, but since his own dick had taken notice of the deputy marshal’s tone, he suspected he’d find Kreed’s in the same state of eagerness.

“We could both use some rest.” Aaron had decided he should probably play a little harder to get. He figured guys like Kreed had no shortage of ass at their disposal. He saw it all the time. Hot, good-looking guy needs distraction then moves on to the next distraction, over and over again. And to be honest, that was exactly the kind of man Aaron sought out. Relationships were complicated and always ended messily. But with Kreed, his feelings were all over the place. He couldn’t get a handle on what he really wanted from Sinacola. Actually, on one hand, he wanted it all. On the other hand, he knew without question they would only have the length of this case to fuck each other raw then they would have to go their separate ways. That thought made him a little sad.

Aaron pushed himself off the sofa, not bothering to adjust the erection tenting the tight cotton sweats he had thrown on. He wanted Kreed to get a good look at the condition he’d been working in. “I’ll probably go rest for a little while. You good with that?”

Aaron never looked back as he walked past Kreed. He made it as far as the bedroom door before he heard heavy footsteps following behind him. Aaron lowered his head, smiling to himself. After spending the last few years closed up, dodging relationships, never letting anyone too close, it felt good to be wanted. He always masked his identity and his activities from everyone around him. Surprisingly, being forced into this case hadn’t caused his life to fall apart like he’d originally thought it might. Actually, quite the opposite.

Thinking fast, he moved quickly, stepping into the bedroom and pressing himself against the inside wall. Kreed, as usual, had established rules early on last night that today was it as far as them hooking up while on this case. Aaron wasn’t certain about those boundaries because they fit too well together; their chemistry was off-the-fucking-charts hot.

As Kreed rounded the corner and stepped through the doorway, Aaron jumped out. He got the surprised response he was hoping for as Kreed wrapped him in his arms, pulling him tightly against his body.

“Are you really going to rest, church boy?” Kreed growled in his ear.

“Not at all. I hoped you’d follow.” God, it felt so good to be held in this man’s strong arms. He lifted up on his toes, threaded his fingers in Kreed’s hair, and drew Kreed’s mouth to his for a kiss.

“And why’s that?” Kreed asked, the first to pull back from the kiss.

“Because I’m gonna bury myself in your ass, deputy marshal, and fuck the hell out of you,” he answered confidently. Kreed’s arms tightened, drawing him closer if that were even possible. The deputy marshal’s dick twitched against his, making Aaron’s smile a little broader. Kreed seemed into the possibilities.

“That’s some dirty mouth you’ve got on you, church boy.” Kreed’s grin was predatory and somewhat wicked as he ground against Aaron. “And what makes you think I’ll give you my ass?”

“Because of all the dirty things I can do with my mouth and…” Aaron used Kreed’s words back on him and slid his hand between their bodies, directly into the waistband of Kreed’s athletic shorts, then slowly dragged his fingertips over the deputy marshal’s wet-tipped cock.

“Mmm…and?” Kreed licked at the seam of Aaron’s lips and slid against him.

“And…because you’re leaking for me.” Aaron pressed his thumb into the moisture collecting on the head of Kreed’s cock and spread it across the crown, then gripped the hard length roughly in his palm. Kreed’s eyes dilated, and his breathing picked up as he pushed into Aaron’s fist.

“Fuck, yes. Anything you want.” Kreed reached up and tweaked a nipple ring, sending sparks of electricity down Aaron’s spine and firing into his balls. With his free arm, Aaron pulled Kreed’s head to his and forced his tongue between Kreed’s lips. Kreed’s body shook and his fingers moved to Aaron’s waist, skimming down to his ass.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Kreed moaned against his lips.

His own dick jerked, the thin material of his sweat shorts amplified the heat of Kreed’s cock rubbing against his own. Kreed’s tongue pushed into his mouth again, and he opened, wanting more. He slid his tongue over Kreed’s teeth, exploring his mouth. They rocked against each other’s bodies. Kreed’s cock slipped in and out of his fist, hard and insistent.