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“You’re a wiggly one,” he told him breathlessly, flattening
himself out on top of Wash to keep him still and biting back a groan as Wash’s
erect cock pressed a hot outline into Rhodes’ belly. Impatient to taste him
again, Rhodes knelt again and seized Wash by the upper arms, heaving so that
Wash landed higher and straighter on the bed. With a grunt of satisfaction,
Rhodes shifted so that he lay between Wash’s spread thighs.

“Did you just
throw
me?” Wash asked incredulously.
Ignoring his partner, Rhodes focused on the swollen cock in front of his face.
“I don’t know about this whole throwing thing,” Wash continued. “If you’re
going to keep tossing me around, I might go back to dating one-hundred-pound
wom—
Jesus
!” Wash interrupted himself when Rhodes swallowed his erection
to the back of his throat.

If Rhodes’ lips hadn’t been wrapped around a thick, hard
cock, he would’ve grinned. It was so sweet to be able to shut Wash up. Gripping
his partner’s hips, he worked his mouth up and down, feeling Wash’s hands on
his shorn skull. The end of Wash’s cock butted the back of his throat and
Rhodes fought to swallow him, to take his entire length into his mouth and
throat. Rhodes pulled back, keeping only the tip in his mouth, tightening his
lips behind the head until Wash’s fingers dug into his scalp and his hips
started the fast, involuntary thrusts that meant he was about to come.

Rhodes released him and Wash actually wailed. “Fuck, Rhodie!
Please!
”

“Shh, baby,” Rhodes soothed as he raised his head to look
for the supplies he had tossed on the bed earlier. “I have a surprise for you.”
He pushed himself to his knees and grabbed a condom, tearing the packet open
with his teeth before rolling it onto Wash’s erection.

“Rhodes?” Wash croaked, propping himself up on his elbows.
“Wrong dick, isn’t it?”

“Nope.” Grabbing the lube, Rhodes squeezed a generous amount
onto his fingers. “It’s exactly the right dick. The perfect dick.” He used both
hands to coat Wash’s cock with lube, sliding tight fingers down the rigid
length.

“Fuck!” With a jerk of his hips, Wash fell back against the
bed.

“Exactly,” Rhodes growled, straddling Wash’s hips. “This
time,
you
are going to fuck
me
.” Reaching behind to guide Wash’s
cock, Rhodes lowered his body until the slick head nudged the entrance to his
ass. His thighs shook from the strain as he pushed down another inch, feeling
the tip of Wash’s cock penetrating, loving the stretch and the pain and the
glorious pleasure of it.

“Rhodie,” Wash panted, his eyes wild. “You sure?”

Closing his eyes, Rhodes took more of the thick shaft into
his body. It had been a long time since he’d been fucked and he was tight, but
he wanted this—wanted Wash—with a desperate, gut-clawing longing.

Rhodes looked at Wash. “Fucking positive.” He let his body
drop, driving Wash’s cock deep inside him, piercing him like a burning spike.
Wash roared, his head tipping back against the bed, his body arching, every
muscle standing in etched relief.

“Fuck!” Rhodes groaned, shifting on the cock buried in his
ass. “That’s so sweet, so hot and hard.” He knew he wasn’t saying anything
original but it was the best he could do with his brain and balls ready to
explode. His ass felt incredibly full, his pleasure multiplied by the fact that
the cock lodged inside him belonged to Wash—his partner, his friend, the man he
loved more than anyone.

When Rhodes had driven that rock-hard cock up his ass, Wash
had squeezed his eyes shut but he opened them now and stared at the man above
him. Looking into those eyes, the same ones he had dreamed about for months and
months, Rhodes couldn’t help himself. His mouth opened and the words just fell
out.

“I love you.”

Rhodes blinked. Here he was, Wash’s cock buried deep in his
ass, feeling as if he could die happy, and he was getting all girly and
emotional.
Way to ruin a moment, dumbass
, he told himself.

“Love you too, Rhodie,” Wash told him, humor catching on the
corners of his mouth. “Think we could maybe fuck now?”

Closing his eyes against the prickling threat of tears,
Rhodes raised and lowered himself on Wash’s shaft, wrapping his fingers around
his own cock and sliding them up and down with the rhythm of his driving hips.
Wash pushed Rhodes’ hand away and took over, squeezing his fist around the
base.

Rhodes’ control fell away and he hammered up and down on
Wash, pounding his partner’s cock into the depths of his ass, his inner muscles
squeezing the shaft inside him as he rode him hard. The hand on Rhodes’
erection grew faster, almost rough as Wash slid his fist the full length of
Rhodes’ cock.

With a strangled shout, Wash came, his fingers gripping
Rhodes’ cock mercilessly. The tight squeeze broke Rhodes. He exploded, every
muscle held so tight he was almost vibrating. Rhodes came for what felt like
hours, as if everything inside him had melted and shot out of his cock.

Rhodes pulled himself off his lover, wincing a little, and
collapsed to the side, breathing hard.

They both lay there, panting, as minutes passed. Rhodes
could feel his skin tightening as his sweat dried. A sudden shiver ran across
his skin, catching him by surprise.

“Cold?” Wash turned his head to look at him.

Rhodes shook his head, frowning. “Not really. Just sweaty.”

“Here.” As Wash tugged the covers down, they both slipped
under them.

Rhodes stared at the ceiling, scowling. “So.”

“Now that I’ve put out, are you going to tell me to go
home?” Wash’s mouth was twitching.

“No!” Rhodes rolled toward his partner, catching himself
when he saw Wash’s full-on grin. “Asshole,” he grumbled, rolling onto his back
again.

“Sorry, Rhodie,” Wash apologized, not sounding very
contrite. “What were you going to say?”

“Just that…” Rhodes scowled again. How was he supposed to
ask this without sounding like a total lame-ass?

Fuck asking—he was just going to do it. Rolling toward Wash,
he wrapped his arms around the other man and pulled him against him.

He felt Wash jerk in surprise and then his body began to
shudder.

Rhodes glanced at Wash’s face. Yep—he was laughing. “What’s
so funny?” he demanded.

“You.” Wash gasped for breath between gales of laughter.
“You crack my shit up.”

“What?” Rhodes tried to hold his scowl but a smile
threatened to break through. When Wash was laughing, it was impossible not to
join in.

“You’re just such a bad-ass at work. Who would’ve guessed
you’re such a snuggle-bunny in bed?”

“Snuggle-bunny?” Rhodes repeated with horror, any temptation
to laugh draining away.
Snuggle-bunny?

Wash choked and coughed, obviously trying to stop laughing.
“Hey, don’t get me wrong. I like your cuddly side.”

“You’d better,” Rhodes grunted, tucking Wash even closer.
The last thing Rhodes heard before he fell asleep was a muffled chuckle from
Wash.

Chapter Thirteen

Rhodes couldn’t stay out of Wash’s office. Every time he
settled in, determined to start work on their new case—a woman needing evidence
that her soon-to-be-ex was cheating on her—he found himself wandering toward
Wash’s door. Wash didn’t seem to mind the multiple interruptions.

This time, Rhodes had backed Wash up against a wall, his
tongue deep in his mouth and his hands kneading Wash’s ass, when the newly
installed bells on the main door let them know that someone had just walked in.

With a sigh, Rhodes pulled back and dropped his hands after
a final squeeze.

“Fucking clients,” Wash muttered, his hungry gaze on Rhodes’
mouth.

Rhodes had to turn his back on Wash and take several deep
breaths to get his too-obvious arousal under control. After he’d calmed down a
little, he stepped out into the reception area.

“Carlos,” Rhodes greeted the boy, a little surprised to see
him there. “Everything okay?”

“Carlito!” Wash bounced over, giving the boy a quick hug
before Carlos could duck away. “How are you? We were just talking about taking
you and your brother to IHOP to catch up. So how’s Miguel? Recovering? How’s
your mom?”

Rhodes eyed Wash. “You know, if you stop talking, maybe
Carlos could actually answer one of your questions.”

“Miguel’s good,” Carlos told them. “Well, maybe not
good
,
but okay. He’s home.”

“He’ll get better. The worst part’s over,” Wash promised as
he waved the boy toward his office. “Come in and sit, wee Carlos.”

Carlos made a face. “What’s wrong with just calling me
‘Carlos’?” he complained, although he obediently walked into the small room and
took a seat across from Wash’s desk.

“What’s the fun in that?” Wash grinned at him, plopping down
in the other guest chair.

Rhodes propped himself against a corner of the desk, cocking
an eyebrow. “So what’s up?”

The kid pulled at his fingers, his eyes darting around the
room. “I looked up
pro bono
.”

Wash coughed and Rhodes restrained an amused smirk.

“Yeah?” Rhodes urged him on after a few seconds of silence.

“I checked on the internet.” Carlos met his eyes. “You
didn’t need to work for free to keep your license. You don’t even
need
a
license to be a P.I. in this state.”

The kid’s no dummy
, Rhodes thought with a touch of
admiration. “So?”

“So you saved Miguel. A lot worse things would’ve happened
to him if you hadn’t found him. No one else was even looking anymore. You did
what I hired you for and I need to pay you for that.” Carlos set his slight
jaw.

Wash waved him off. “Don’t worry about it, kiddo. You paid
us in warm and toasty feelings, not to mention the publicity we’re getting out
of this.”

Before Wash had even finished talking, Carlos was shaking
his head, his mouth tight. “I’ll pay you. I just need to know if I can do
payments or something, ’cause I don’t have much saved up.”

“How about you work for us?” Rhodes suggested.

Carlos started pulling at his fingers again, his forehead
creased. “I…um…”

Jumping on the idea, Wash offered, “We’d pay you twice what
you get at the store. Half you could take home and half would go to pay our fee
of…” Trailing off, he gave Rhodes a questioning glance.

Rhodes shrugged. He had no idea what to tell the kid. Carlos
had already caught them out with the whole
pro bono
thing, so if they
went too low, he wouldn’t agree to it. If they actually charged their going
rate for all the hours and expenses they’d incurred, the fee would be thousands
of dollars. Both Wash and the kid were staring at him, though, waiting for an
answer.

“A hundred and fifty bucks,” he stated with as much
confidence as he could give the number, pulled from his ass as it was.

Carlos hesitated and then nodded slowly. “Deal. Um…one other
thing…”

Rhodes and Wash both looked at him, waiting for him to
continue.

Taking a deep breath, Carlos rushed out, “Can Miguel come
with me to work? I don’t really want to leave him at the youth center anymore.
I mean, I know the guy who took him is in jail and everything, but I don’t
like— I mean
Miguel
doesn’t like when I’m not around to keep an eye on
him. He’d help out and you wouldn’t have to pay him or anything.”

“Sure,” Wash said, although a little uncertainly, frowning
thoughtfully at the floor between his knees.

“If that’s not okay—” Carlos began but Wash interrupted him
with a shake of his head.

“Of course it’s fine,” he reassured the boy. “I was just
thinking that, with all four of us and Trevor in here, we’re going to need a
bigger office.”

Shrugging, Rhodes told him, “They’ll be tearing this place
down soon anyway.”

“That’s true,” Wash agreed. “There’s that place a couple
blocks down right next to the park with a ‘for lease’ sign up. It might be
worth taking a look.”

“We’d still be close to IHOP.” The thought made Rhodes
remember that he was hungry.

“Shit yeah!” Wash grinned.

“Wash!” Rhodes closed his eyes and shook his head when Wash
looked at him blankly. “Kid? Your mouth?”

“Right.” Wash winced. “This might take some practice. And a
whole lot of soap. Or at least a swear jar or something.”

“Don’t worry about it, Mr. Washington. You don’t know any
words I haven’t already heard in school.” Carlos stood up. “Is it okay if I
start in two weeks? I have to tell my boss I’m leaving.”

“Of course,” Rhodes agreed, pushing off the desk to follow
Carlos and Wash into the reception area.

Carlos hesitated by the door. “Thanks,” he said gruffly
without turning around, then slipped out to the sound of jangling bells.

Rhodes and Wash stood in silence for several seconds.

“Trevor, Carlos
and
little Miguel,” Wash finally
said.

“It’ll be a fucking daycare in here,” Rhodes sighed.

Wash looked at him with a sideways grin. “That’ll be a
dollar in the swear jar.”

“A dollar? Isn’t it supposed to be a quarter or something?”
Rhodes grumbled.

“Not for fuck. Fuck is the very worst word,” Wash told him
piously.

With a growl, Rhodes started backing Wash toward the wall.
“Fuck it then. I’d fucking better fuck you on your fucking desk while I have
the fucking chance.”

Although Wash was still grinning, his eyelids lowered to
half-mast as he watched Rhodes stalk him. “Sounds like a fucking marvelous
plan.”

About the Author

Katie Allen grew up in the Midwest with a horde of sisters
(five) and one beleaguered brother. After an enjoyable four years working on
her creative writing/art degree, and two not-so-pleasant years struggling
toward her MBA, Katie somehow ended up as a mechanical engineer in Denver,
Colorado.

When she’s not writing or working to pay for her unfortunate
equine addiction, Katie rides horses, reads (of course), paints and is learning
to knit (having completed one slightly deformed sock so far). She also enjoys
exploring Denver with her Lab mix, especially when their walks pass the
neighborhood fire station…the firemen are always an excellent source of
inspiration for her stories.

The author welcomes comments from readers. You can find her
website and e-mail address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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