Page 68 of Under Cover

“You okay?” Garcia asked.

“Needed that,” Crosby mumbled.

Garcia smoothed his hair back from his head. “Never done undercover before?” He knew Crosby hadn’t. The story of how he’d tracked down a serial killer by putting on his civvies and going door-to-door ran through his mind. This guy wasn’t a UC kind of guy—Garcia’s boy was all out there, without reservation or artifice. Those words from his first day kept repeating.I’m not that smart and I’m not that quick… I really don’t want you to end up dead because I wasn’t good enough.

Thatwas his boy, and that boy had no business swimming in the shark tank that was his current sitch.

“Their apartment is all drugs and old food. I think the meth is driving away the cockroaches, and… I can’t even. How bad’s the meth gotta be?”

Garcia managed a broken laugh, but he couldn’t seem to stop touching Crosby’s hair, his face, his neck.

Crosby seized his hand and kissed it, those flinty blue-gray eyes going sly. “You, uh… you know, wouldn’t need to take a break or anything, would you?”

Garcia needed him inside so bad. “I thought you’d never ask.” He set his laptop aside before sliding down the bed, capturing Crosby’s mouth, and pushing at the covers to touch more skin.

Crosby grunted. “You’re wearing clothes.”

“Too many?”

“Obviously.”

Garcia grinned and hopped out of bed to strip. This time he slid under the covers to tangle legs with Crosby, to kiss, to feel their bare skin together.

They had so little time—he would take all the Crosby he could get.

Crosby’s kisses turned hungry,starving, and his hands demanded things Garcia was more than willing to give. His hand on Garcia’s cock was no bullshit, and he wasn’t gentle stroking Garcia to an erection.

Garcia recognized the hunger, the need, for what it was—the shaking comedown of being someone else, of knowing the world was just waiting to kill you, the need to be with someone on a human, animal level that had very little to do with romance. He fumbled for the lubricant and handed it off but refused Crosby’s pressure on his shoulder to turn him to his stomach.

“You look me in the eyes,” he rasped. “There’s nothing there I can’t handle.”

Crosby swallowed, his eyes growing bright, and for a moment Garcia thought he’d lost him. He lunged upward, taking Crosby’s mouth again and spreading his legs. Crosby’s slick fingers weren’t gentle as they stretched him, but Garcia didn’t care. The rough burn in his asshole was secondary to taking Crosby inside, to being with him as he rode out the shakes, the anxiety, the comedown.

Goddammit, Garcia needed this so badly.

“You sure?” Crosby asked, poised at his entrance with little preparation.

“Go, dammit, now!”

Crosby’s jaw flexed, and he breached. For a moment Garcia could do nothing but tilt his head back and force himself to relax,lethis rim be stretched wide and hard,allowhis body to widen, to accommodate, to surrender.

A moment of pain, that was all, and Crosby was sheathed inside him, his arms shaking as he held himself up, one palm on either side of Garcia’s head.

“Good?” Crosby asked, and Garcia knew it took all his patience, all his control, to ask that before thrusting.

“Fuck me!” he ordered, and Crosby threw his head back and complied.

It wasn’t lovemaking—it was barely sex. It was an animal coupling, Crosby’s body rocketing into Garcia’s, his eyes closed, his entire being focused on chasing his own climax, answering to his own pleasure, soothing his own need.

Garcia spread his legs wantonly and took it, letting the pounding wash through him, his arousal building to an unbearable peak.

“Oh God,” he moaned, entire body in a sweat of desire. “God, I need to—” He didn’t wait for Crosby’s permission. He slid his hand between their bodies and squeezed his own cock, stroked it hard, dug his thumbnail into his slit, needing his orgasm so bad the bite of pain was necessary.

The first ripples up his spine bowed his back, and he grunted, feral, needing… oh fuck, Crosby, hit him, there… there…there, goddammit, there!

With a cry, he let his climax take him, his ass clenching hard enough to make Crosby cry out too, the sound ripped from him like his come, filling Garcia’s body with fierce, hot spurts.

For a moment Garcia went limp, his body shivering with aftermath. When Crosby pulled out, and he wasn’t proud of the sound of want he made.