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“And Healy, the British agents Pearson and Cross will work with the Sterlings. The same confidentiality agreement applies to them. And if either of them calls, put them through.”
“Got it, sir.” Healy paused. “Sir, GMIT. Wasn’t the body found in the river a student from GMIT?”
O’Brien tapped his finger on the report of Moynihan’s death. “Aye, Healy. This murder case just took an interesting turn.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Wyl woke to unfamiliar surroundings. He glanced around the room, then remembered. Ireland. He gazed at Rod, snoozing peacefully beside him.
Rod stirred, stretched, and smiled at his husband. “Morning, babe.” His voice was deep and husky, having rested well.
“Morning, cowboy,” Wyl’s own voice croaked. “Did my husband sleep okay?”
“I always sleep okay with you by my side.”
“Me, too.” Wyl inhaled the manly scent he always loved about Rod. “Mmmmm…you even smell good.”
Rod chuckled. “You’re the one who always smells good. Your scent is a real turn-on.”
“Does the doctor have a hard-on?” Wyl leaned in for a kiss. The two joined lips and savored a deep, early morning tongue dance.
“Mmmm-hmm,” Rod hummed. He toyed with Wyl’s little rancher, which stood firmly at attention.
Wyl broke the kiss and gasped, “Oh God, you have the most magical fingers. Everywhere you touch me is on fire.”
Rod stroked Wyl’s stiff shaft and teased his tight ball sack. Wyl’s breathing intensified as the sensations flowed through his body. He reached for Rod’s throbbing cock, making Rod gasp.
“Take my pre-cum and tease my pleasure portal.” Rod kicked off the covers and spread his legs, urging Wyl to finger his hole.
“Little rancher is looking for a warm, slick place to play,” Wyl whispered in Rod’s ear.
“I need you inside me.” Rod gasped. “I’m so hot right now I could explode.”
Wyl positioned himself and swiped pre-cum from Rod’s rigid member. Combined with his own, he slicked up his cock and moved to Rod’s pucker before slowly entering.
“You feel so good. So warm and tight.” Wyl moaned.
Those words caused Rod to gasp, “I’m cumming…”
Wyl’s orgasm built as Rod tightened around him. Intense waves of pleasure united them in passion. Rod shot jets of cum on their chests while Wyl filled Rod with his seed, squirting every time Rod’s orgasm spasmed. As the thrill waned, they collapsed in each other’s arms, spent and happy in the glow of their love.
“Wow,” Rod whispered, “You get better and better.”
“You do that to me, babe,” Wyl said. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too. I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”
They kissed, crawled out of bed, showered, shaved, groomed, and dressed for the day.
“What’s for breakfast?” Wyl asked.
“If we have an Irish breakfast, we’ll have beans, grilled tomato slices, ham, and eggs,” Rod mentioned.
“Uhm…how about we skip the beans, slice but not grill the tomatoes, and scramble the eggs and ham.”
“Sounds perfect to me. You start the toast and coffee, and I’ll fix the ham and eggs.”
The aromas of ham, toast, and coffee filled the air as Rod added the eggs, ham, and sliced tomatoes to the plates. Wyl placed a couple of slices of buttered toast on each plate, and they sat down to a hot meal.
