Page 9 of Buck Baxter and the Mysteries of Love

I unbuttoned my trousers, and my own cock, hungry for Harry, sprang upward, veins throbbing and precum practically spurting from my slit.

I drenched a couple of my fingers, sucking on them like I’d just sucked on Harry’s dick, then slid them into his ass, massaging his hole roughly and getting even harder at the sound of his groans.

When he was good and wet, I nuzzled the head of my cock between his ass cheeks.

I felt his muscles relax and pull me inside, all the way, till my hips met his ass. For a second he went silent, clutching his breath, then as he exhaled I pulled out before pushing inside him again… again… again.

My thrusts quickened.

My heart hammered against the wall of my chest as my cock hammered his ass.

Before I knew it, I had his blond hair in my fist. I was pulling his head back, forcing him to arch his back as I pumped his ass in a frenzy of passion until soon I cried out, “Ah fuck! Fuck!”

My cum erupted inside him, the flood of heat shooting into his body.

I cried out again. “Fuck!” And he groaned with bliss and exhaustion.

Panting, I slowed my thrusts.

I let his sweaty blond hair slip from my fingers.

And huffing with spent pleasure, I lowered my body against him, my chest hot and heaving against his back.

My voice breathy, I whispered next to his ear, “I love you, Harry.”

He angled his head toward me and I kissed his neck. “I love you too, Buck,” he said. “I love you too.”

Later that night as we lay in his bed, my arms wrapped tightly around him, I felt Harry take a nervous breath as though he was unsure whether or not to say what he was about to say. Eventually he uttered, “Buck, did you read the papers today?”

I thought about the newspaper that Skip handed me earlier, the one I hadn’t read. I’d gone to the kid for a different kinda scoop, not the ink on some news sheet. “No,” I answered. “Why?”

“There’s a big unveiling tomorrow morning at Grand Central Station. My father is showing off his rocket-train ahead of this Saturday’s launch. It’s little more than a photo opportunity, a chance for my father to brag about his business now that he’s added rail transportation to his portfolio of conquests. All thepress will be there, along with the city’s bigwigs and my father’s investment partners.”

“And Mrs. Hart?”

“Of course. She’s always been the trophy wife on his arm.” He paused. “I’m just wondering…” His words trailed away.

“You think your mother’s lover will be there.”

“He’s their chauffeur. He’ll be the one to drive them to the station, there’s no doubt he’ll be there. What I’m wondering is, will you attend? With me? As my guest?”

“Harry, you’ve hired me to investigate whether your mother is having an affair. If anything, I should be lying low. Besides, I’ve always had the distinct impression your father would never approve of me, despite the fact he’s never met me. I think I’m better off hiding in the shadows.”

“But don’t you see? If you attend as my guest, it’ll give you the opportunity to hide in plain sight. You can do all the investigating you need, right under everyone’s noses, and nobody will know any better. To them, you’re just another invited guest.”

I hesitated. The idea seemed dangerous, and yet it made perfect sense. “All right,” I reluctantly agreed. “But if anything goes pear-shaped, you know I’m gonna have to pull out of the case… for everyone’s safety.”

“I just want to get to the bottom of this as fast as possible.”

I felt his body tense once more. I didn’t wanna make any promises, but given the encounter with the one-eyed German at the Cheshire and the pin Stella and I had found, I was pretty certain this case went deeper than Harry first suspected. If that was so, there was no way I was going to pull out, whether things went pear-shaped or not.

I had Harry to protect…

I had a mystery to solve…

And a chauffeur to track down.

CHAPTER 6

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