Page 117 of Agony

Naked, Fisher stretched and smiled. “I want to switch jobs.”

That took him completely off guard. He held the man’s gaze and then scooted to sit up, crossing his legs. He caught Fisher’s hand and linked their fingers.

“Okay.”

Far be it for him to tell Fisher what he could and couldn’t do.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t have a say in what work you want to do, Fisher. Hell, you can stay home if you want.”

Fisher laughed. “And have you support me like the little wifey?”

“No,” he groaned. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do.” Fisher smoothed his fingers over his lips with his free hand. “I want to go back and work for Pegasus.”

“With Creed and Owen?” Justice rubbed at his jaw, remembering the man’s fist.

“I heard he punched you.” Fisher grinned.

“Yeah,” he grumbled, but he’d deserved it.

“That was Rogue’s fault, he told Owen and Creed that you locked me in a cage.”

“Ah, okay. I was wondering how they had known.”

“Yup. Anyway, what do you think?”

“I think you need to follow your heart.”

“I know that, but what do you think about coming with me?” Fisher rolled to his side and brought their linked hands to his lips, brushing a kiss on his hand.

“What?” he husked out and caressed Fisher’s cheek. He’d go anywhere with him. Having this man in his life was like something out of his dreams and he never wanted that feeling to end.

“Come with me to Pegasus.”

It caught him by surprise and he thought it over for a few minutes. Pegasus was an elite group that stepped in when law enforcement’s hands were tied, but the team ran in deeper, darker circles. They could make people disappear like vapor.

It sounded doable as long as he had Fisher by his side.

“Let’s contact Ace,” he said with a smile when Fisher launched up and kissed him on the lips.

Justice wrapped his arms around Fisher and rolled them together on the bed, thrusting against the man’s groin.

“We can’t. We need to hurry,” Fisher said breathlessly.

“Why?” he grumbled around the need to keep Fisher in bed longer.

“Barbecue at noon, remember? The guys will be here in an hour.” Fisher slid from the bed and Justice followed.

“I’ll start the grill.”

He followed Fisher into the shower and was more of a hindrance than help soaping up that lithe body. Fisher didn’t mind when he took his cock in hand.

It was not long after that that they dried, dressed, and made their way through his home to the kitchen. He couldn’t stop looking at Fisher and that long, damp, loose hair. It swung, almost reaching his tight ass.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Fisher glanced over his shoulder as if feeling his gaze.

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