Page 49 of Endangered Species
They took a right just past the kitchens into a darkened corridor. A new fear gripped him. Maybe they were setting him up to be killed. Maybe they’d take the cuffs off and claim he made a run for it during a routine transfer? His mind started to run wild with images of him being gunned down, shot in the back, riddled with bullets. Nicky would never let that go. If Cy ended up dead, Nicky would definitely never stop hunting these people. He was relentless. The idea of never saying goodbye to Nicky broke Cy’s heart.
When he saw the double doors at the end of the hallway, he realized where he was. The cargo bay near the kitchens. He’d often unloaded kitchen supplies onto the conveyor belt when he’d first arrived at the prison. He slowed his walk almost against his will. “What’s happening here?” Cy asked again, a sudden fear gripping him.
A hand shoved him from behind. “Keep up, inmate.”
Cy stumbled but recovered quickly. The guard on the left dialed a number into the keypad while another used the keys to unlock the doors. When the doors opened, there was a prisoner transport vehicle sitting at the bay reserved for tractor trailers, doors open to reveal the metallic interior.
“Let’s go,” one of the guards said, but Cy felt rooted to the spot. What the fuck was happening? Was he being transferred? Would he end up lost in the system like Nicky had?
Cy boarded the vehicle with leaden feet, not moving as they secured him to the ring on the floor. Once everybody was on board, they pounded on the wall to let the driver know to take off. Nobody spoke; they just sat flanking him, weapons in hand, like they were soldiers preparing to storm a beach.
Cy did his best not to let his imagination run away from him, but it was difficult. They drove for what felt like forever but was most likely only about forty-five minutes. When the vehicle rolled to a stop, another set of guards opened the doors from the outside. These men were also heavily armed. They were in another docking bay, but Cy didn’t recognize the facility.
But he did recognize one thing. Nicky. He stood just past the two guards, flanked on either side by two men in black suits. Nicky looked frazzled. His hair was a bit messy, and his eyes were ringed with red, but he was grinning so hard, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited for them to unlock Cy’s shackles. As soon as he was free, the dark-haired man on the left signed a paper for the guards and they left.
Nicky handed the bundle to the startled red-haired agent then jumped into Cy’s arms, kissing him everywhere. “I’m so happy you’re safe. Fuck.”
Cy frowned, pushing Nicky back just enough to look at him. “What? Why wouldn’t I be safe? What’s happening?”
Nicky smiled, kissing Cy smack on the lips for all the world to see. “Dooley’s been arrested. These agents are with the DOJ.”
“Okay?” Cy said, hoping more explanation was to follow.
Nicky took a deep breath. “Dooley is already primed to flip, but just to be safe, we’re going to stay in one of Elite’s safe houses until all this is behind us and arrests have been made. This is all finally over.”
“What? I still have time to serve.”
“Okay, well, technically, yes. But they’ve agreed to let you serve it on house arrest until we get all of this straightened out. But they think they can get you released and maybe even get your record expunged.”
“How did all this happen?”
“After your phone call, I was so fucking mad. I was going to confront Dooley, which I did, but Linc reminded me that we needed evidence, preferably a confession. So, we killed two birds with one stone. Linc set everything up with the DOJ while I was on my way to Dooley’s house, and, just like Linc thought, Dooley couldn’t help but run his mouth. He confessed to his part, and now, it’s only a matter of time before we start moving up the food chain, making deals and getting people to flip until we know how far up this thing goes.”
Cy shook his head. It was all so much. “I can’t believe you did all this just to get me out of jail.”
Nicky smiled. “Okay, not just to get you out of jail. I wanted them to pay. I wanted them to question every case those judges have ever worked. I wanted justice for you and everybody else.”
“I-I don’t know what to say,” Cy said honestly.
Nicky smiled. “You could say you love me?”
“Of course, I do,” Cy said, giving Nicky a chaste kiss on the nose.
One of the agents brought the bundle to Nicky with a disgusted look. “This thing has toxic fumes leaking from it. Take it.”
Cy frowned at the bizarre little creature wrapped in a towel. It looked like it was supposed to have been a Pekinese but something had gone horribly wrong. “What is that?”
Nicky winced. “A welcome home present?” he asked, sounding hopeful.
He looked down at the ugly dog. “I love it.”
Webster woke to the feel of hands slipping his pajama pants down just beneath his ass. He arched his back into Cy, rubbing against his very obvious erection. “Make it fast. Pamela and Becca will be here for brunch at ten, remember?”
Cy bit down on Webster’s earlobe. “So bossy.” He laughed.
Webster’s own laugh became a sucked in breath as Cy pushed inside, fucking into Webster in long lazy strokes. Webster reached back to wrap his arm around Cy’s neck, pulling him down for an equally lazy kiss. This was his favorite part of the weekend. While they didn’t always have time for morning sex during the week, Cy often woke Webster like this on Saturday and Sunday. It always started slow, languid, but within minutes, Webster would start to push back against Cy, begging for more, practically sobbing when his slick hand would take Webster’s cock, jerking it in time with his thrusts.
Today was no different. Soon, they were both panting and moaning, moving together frantically until they both came, Cy groaning in Webster’s ear and Webster muffling his shout with a pillow. It was sickeningly domestic, but Webster loved it. They’d fought so hard for it.
