Page 27 of Mimosa

Staring at Mim’s hand on his arm, Sonny said, “I haven’t either.”

“Look at me.”

Sonny did and when his eyes met Mims, Mims felt his heart pounding hard in his chest.

“Is this just fun while we’re supposed to be pretending or…or is this going to become something that…that could really hurt?”

“It’s gonna hurt,” Sonny said and grabbed his head, pulling him in for a kiss that was hard, rough and so fucking good, Mims thought he’d melt from how hot he got so instantaneously. In the cab of that truck, Mims fell in love with the man and all it took was that kiss.

But it was that kind of kiss. Sonny put his heart into it. Mims was pressed hard against the seat as Sonny held his head, kissing him deeply, hotly, nipping at Mims’s bottom lip before he pulled back. “It’s gonna hurt in all the best ways.”

Mims kissed him that time, and held his head. He wanted Sonny to know he was in it, he was there for the hurt, for the good and bad, and for him. Yeah, falling in love after one great kiss may be stupid, but it was better than falling for old men who had wives and grandchildren.

Sonny got out of the truck, pulling Mims over to his side and then grabbing him, pulling him into his arms. Mims wrapped his arms and legs around the man and was carried to the building, all while they both laughed, kissed, and laughed more.

Mims knew it was a whirlwind, happening fast, and happening like a bomb going off, but he looked into that face, that handsome face, and he couldn’t help but forget everything he thought he wanted. He forgot all the pain and torment of the last ten years, how many times he fell to sleep with a wet pillow from crying for the things he’d lost.

Sonny set him on his feet so he could punch in the code to get into the building, and once inside, he pushed Mims to the wall and kissed him roughly. “This is fucking insane. I’m only supposed to be pretending.”

“I think it stopped being pretend about three minutes after we met.”

Rubbing a thumb across Mims’s bottom lip, Sonny whispered, “There’s something about you that makes me want to forget all of this and just…run off.”

“Me too, but we can’t. We both have too much to lose and that includes people we care about.”

“God, I want you.”

“Take me. I’m here with you, and I’m consenting.”

A much softer kiss was given to Mims then, and as Sonny’s lips pressed against his, Mims felt tears springing to his eyes, but they weren’t coming from sorrow or pain. They were from a happiness that he’d never known, and love that he’d always wanted.

He was very happy with his found family, but they couldn’t fill all the hollow places inside of Mims’s heart. As much as they tried, there were parts of him that ached with longing, even when he was dating someone, he felt that longing.

For some strange reason, Sonny took that longing. Mims felt fulfilled for the first time in his life. He had a family and a man he wanted more than he wanted air.

Sonny’s hand enveloped his and he was led up the stairs to Sonny’s apartment. After the door was unlocked and they wereinside of the dark apartment, Sonny scooped him into his arms and carried him the short distance to the bedroom, where he toed the door open and quickly laid Mims on the bed.

The room was lit by the streetlights outside, and it was almost eerie how Sonny’s face glowed in them, but his eyes were in shadows.

Mims should be frightened, he knew. Not only was he letting himself fall for a guy much to quickly, but the guy was an undercover cop, who was in danger every second of the day because of the people he was trying to bust.

There was nothing but danger with their relationship, if they were to get to the point it was a relationship. The BBC, the cops that weren’t in the cartel and the federal agents to boot. Still, that danger just excited him more, and the way Sonny was, no nonsense, hard, tough and determined…

It was exactly what Mims needed.

He was stripped almost violently of his clothes, his body thrown this way and that as Sonny wrenched his shirt and pants from him. Mims was breathless as he lay on the bed in just his briefs, watching Sonny taking off his own clothes, his eyes still in shadows, teeth biting down on his bottom lip.

Mims leaned up on his elbows to stare over Sonny’s body, the lights of some passing car dancing over his hard pecs and ripped abs. Fuck…

“I guess we’re moving pretty fast, huh?” Sonny asked in a gruff voice that just vibrated through him like an earthquake.

“Yeah. That’s my only speed,” Mims said honestly. “If it’s too fast for you…”

“I’m not those old men,” Sonny said as he crawled over Mims and pushed him to lay flat with a hand on his chest. “I’m not some pushover either.” His hand slid up from his chest over his throat and there it held, fingers tightening just enough. “I’m it, I’m all, and I don’t take any bullshit.”

He shivered through to his soul.

Another car passed, and that time, the light revealed those eyes, and there was no lie in them, not a bit of softness or flexibility. Mims knew that if he gave himself to Sonny, there wasn’t going to be an easy way out of it.

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