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I’d had him so many times, but it never got old.

He nipped along my jawline and I arched my neck, giving him better access. My hands were restless again, so I pushed the suit jacket from his shoulders, needing to feel his skin against mine. He must’ve had the same idea because he set me down on my feet and pulled my t-shirt off in one move. I fumbled with the buttons on his dress shirt as his hand slipped into my sweatpants.

My back hit the wall in the entryway with a thud, but he never paused. I moaned and gave up my efforts as his fingers pushed inside, stroking. His mouth moved down to latch onto my bare skin, his teeth grazing my nipple, sending me through the ceiling.

“Mike,” I panted as his fingers moved faster. My mouth went slack and black spots danced before my eyes as he milked the orgasm from my body.

Cool air hit my body as he pulled his hand free and yanked my sweats down, before reaching for his belt buckle. I stopped him with a shaky hand. “Let me.”

He exhaled slowly and nodded as I kicked my pants across the hardwood floor and dropped to my knees. Seeing him standing above me in an unbuttoned shirt and dress pants that were tented from his erection sent a surge of white hot heat coursing through my body.

I took a mental picture, wanting to keep the image of his rippled ab muscles blending perfectly with tattoo ink inside my head forever. Luckily, I got his pants down on my first try and I brought my hands up and ran them lightly down his torso, just to watch his reaction. His hips rocked forward so slightly that I didn’t think he was even aware he’d done it.

I pressed my lips to his boxers, feeling the hardness of him against my mouth. He groaned, bringing his hands up to rest on the wall. “Jesus, Red. You’re killing me here.”

I smiled at the compliment and hooked my fingers under the waistband, inching them down slowly. His hips rolled forward again as his breath quickened. His cock glistened under the light and I stroked up and down his length before tentatively licking the moisture from the tip of him.

“Fuck,” he cursed, rattling pictures, as he pounded his hand against the wall.

I took him fully in my mouth and watched as every muscle in his body went taut. I’d never considered the possibility that I’d get pleasure from going down on him, but his facial expressions had me turned on more than I thought physically possible.

I relaxed and took him in fully, stroking and sucking. He dropped his gaze down to me just as I touched myself with my free hand.

“Goddamn, baby. I need to be inside of you.” His arms hooked underneath mine, pulling me back up his body. His shirt fell from his shoulders as he lifted me up and pushed inside roughly.

My body began buzzing almost immediately and I clenched down around him with a small cry. I wanted to savor it, to make it last, but my need for him was too strong. The heels of my feet dug into his back as I pulsed around him and his thrusting became erratic, his breath catching in his throat as he stretched my body.

“Come inside of me,” I moaned, as if we hadn’t been doing just that for the last year—as if it was our first time together.

The air crackled from the electricity between us—unbridled and wild. Even the sky began to rumble as lightning streaked across the glass.

Mike’s hands tangled in my hair, forcing my face toward his. He groaned against my lips as he found his release before his legs gave out and we sank down to the floor, breathing heavily.

“Happy Birthday,” I managed to get out as I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heart as it slowed.

His chest rumbled as he chuckled. “Best. Present. Ever.” He leaned up and pressed a kiss to my hair before frowning. “But Red, why do you smell like a fucking salad?”

Chapter Thirteen

December 31, 2016

“Fuck, Grey—why am I being told he was wearing colors?”

He held a fist up to his forehead before biting out, “I’m aware of what it fucking looks like, Mikey, but we’ve gone without them. Just like you said. I can’t get a goddamn straight answer out of anyone on this!”

Carnage was in surgery, but no one was giving up information, other than to tell us that someone would be out to talk to us shortly. I knew he’d been on his bike, apparently wearing his goddamn colors, when he’d been shot. That was where my information ended. Grey said that Kate’s Dr. Husband was on shift, but I wasn’t so sure that was going to work in our favor.

The guy had a real aversion to anything that even hinted at being illegal.

We paced the emergency room, taking our worry out on each other in the form of angry outbursts. It was still hours before dawn when Comedian and Jeremy showed up.

He clapped me on the shoulder. “Glad you’re down here, Junior. You can help us sort this shit out.”

I nodded, but didn’t look him in the eye. I hadn’t been able to do that since discovering the truth. I was half afraid that I’d give in and beat the son-of-a-bitch to death for all the shit he’d pulled with me as a kid. The other half was afraid he’d know just by looking into my eyes that I was no longer his son.

Jeremy held up his phone. “I think we might have a break on the mole at the station.”

Another one.

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