Page 10 of Agony

“Nah. Let’s wait at the casino.” Justice shook his head and tore into his third burger, the wrapper crinkling.

“Why?” He frowned. Was this another of his partner’s power play?

“More people. We’ll blend in,” the man said around the food in his mouth.

Fisher couldn’t argue with that logic. He knew that his sudden need to make all the decisions was causing him to miss things and he didn’t like it. So far, Justice hadn’t balked at his choices until now.

“Casino it is,” he decided.

“Get off here,” Justice said and Fisher took the Bob Hope exit.

Craig Bridger looked up at him with a blank stare from his dead eyes and Fisher crouched to check the man’s pulse.

“It was a clean shot,” Justice said and tugged at his arm.

“I know.” Fisher had put the bullet into the man’s heart, but he never walked away without checking.

They’d found Bridger in the casino and tailed the guy back to his house. From there, it was only a matter of time to break in and kill the man. The murder/rapist/kidnapper’s death was no loss for society.

He followed Justice through the long hallway of the expensive home just as the front door opened.

“Craig?” a man’s voice called out.

Justice shoved him into the room they had previously entered to get into the house. This room had a patio access. The big former soldier crowded him back against the nearest wall, just out of sight of the doorway. Slowly, Justice eased the door closed, leaving a crack to avoid any sound.

Fisher’s back pressed to the cool surface of the wall and when Justice placed a finger to his own lips, Fisher held his breath.

“You home, bro?” The front door closed and the man’s boots echoed on the tiled floor of the entryway.

Fisher gazed up, catching and holding Justice’s eyes in the semi-dark provided by a nearby nightlight. He couldn’t see the man’s expression, but the way Justice was pressed against him had his pulse racing. Justice must have felt it because the man’s breathing slowed, becoming deep and rhythmic.

And there in the dark of a killer’s spare bedroom, Justice lowered his head and took his mouth in a slow and deep first kiss.

The kiss was possessive, heated, and when Justice caught his hands and lifted them over his head to cage them together, Fisher’s dick went from soft to hard.

Fuck. He swallowed back a moan as his mouth was marauded. He clamped his teeth lightly over the man’s bottom lip and when Justice swept his tongue inside his mouth, Fisher tangled their tongues together.

“Shit!” the man’s voice cried out.

That was their cue.

Justice drew back, linked their fingers, and together, they slid out the back bedroom patio door.

The tension was thick during the drive back to the hotel and it followed them when they stopped at a convenience store to pick up a bottle of wine, a corkscrew, and other essentials. The heated charge of tension followed them all the way to their room.

Fisher uncorked the wine and instead of using the plastic coffee cups on the counter, he took a few gulps straight from the bottle before handing it over.

Justice guzzled down a bit of the wine and wiped the back of one hand against his cropped mustache and beard.

Fisher almost moaned as he took back the bottle to drink more. He wanted to feel that overgrown stubble on his skin and he wondered if this was a very bad idea.

Justice apparently didn’t give a shit because he came up behind him the minute he set the bottle down and encircled his waist with those strong arms.

“Wait,” Fisher whispered and Justice stilled, staying quiet.

The man’s big body was pressed up against his back and ass, making it hard to think, but he needed to get this out.

“This could…change things.”

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