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Mims smiled inwardly, moving slowly but with great purpose as he climbed over Sonny, straddling his hips, letting his cockhang down to touch Sonny’s as he leaned in for a kiss. “Thank you, Sonny. Thank you so much.”

Sonny’s hands were on his hips as they kissed. And Mims moved his hand between his legs to grab Sonny’s cock and start moving it to his ass. “You’re so good to me, Sonny.”

“Yeah, so you best be good to me too. Get my cock in you now.”

Still taking his time, pretending to he reticent about all of it, he smiled shyly, kissing Sonny the same way. “I want it so bad…”

Stroking Sonny’s cock, rubbing the head against his hole, teasing, kissing, grinding his hips, Mims took the control and watched Sonny’s face tense, slack, tense again as his arousal overwhelmed him.

There were a few things that Mims was great at. Only a few, but those things, he perfected and kept studying to continue to perfect them.

One was his skill at hacking, and the other was getting a man to beg in bed. Even if pleading words never came from his mouth, he pleaded in a million little ways with his body.

The way Sonny’s hands gripped Mims’s hips, the way his head thrashed left and right, wordlessly moaning, eyes rolling back in his pretty head…

When Mims finally sat with that cock in his ass, Sonny shuddered with his orgasm. Those fingers bit into Mims’s thin hips and he shuddered like he was being rocked by a bomb.

“You mother fucker, you did that on purpose,” he said when he’d caught his breath.

Mims simply smiled and denied, “I don’t know what you mean.”

Sonny’s hand grabbed Mims’s cock at the same time he moved over Mims, and his rough, fast stroking made Mims come so hard, he saw stars.

After, Sonny grabbed his face in a tight grip with one hand while he sneered, “I really like you. I really like fucking you.”

Chapter Nine

Mimssmileddespitethepain. “Ditto,” he managed to eke out. “Let’s do it again.”

Mims walked into the pub at six that morning, disheveled with his shoes tucked under his arm.

Haze was waiting for him like a worried parent. “Where were you?”

“If I have to tell you, then you really don’t understand the birds and bees.”

Haze was sitting at one of the tables near the kitchen, and Mims could tell he’d barely slept, if he slept at all. He sat with him, grabbing his hand. “I like him, Haze. I like really like him a lot.”

“You don’t know him, Mims. You are always falling too fast! And you get hurt every time.”

It was true. Mims fell too fast, and he jumped into bed with men too fast, but it felt different. Haze would never understand that. “If…okay if this doesn’t work, it will hurt, yeah. But, Haze, I know, okay? I already know that. And for right now, it’s fun, it’sexciting, and it’s also helping us out and the cops to bust these really bad people.”

“Shh. Not out of the room, remember?”

“Right. Sorry. But you see what I mean?”

“I do, but I’m worried about you. This all could end really bad.”

“Yeah, but I’m having fun while it lasts, and, okay, if you’d stop hating him for two minutes, can I tell you something?”

Haze glared, but nodded.

“He’s the first one that broke through my need for this old man to replace my father. I really hoped that would count for something.”

Haze pulled him until he was up, then moving onto Haze’s lap. “It counts a lot, babe. I just know that your family hurt you enough. If some guy does, it’s going to tear me up.”

“I love you, you know?”

“I love you, too. That’s why I’m worried.”

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