Sara Bell The Magic In Your Touch

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got so excited, I. . .I did, too.
Brandon took him into his arms. You came without even touching yourself?
Nate looked so miserable when he nodded, Bran kissed him, tasting himself on Nate s lips. Baby, that s
nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, it makes me hot all over again just thinking about it. He
reached under the seat and pulled out the paper towels he kept in the car for spills and clean-ups. He
eased Nate back against the seat and unzipped his jeans. With aching tenderness, he cleaned away all
evidence of Nate s release. He had Nate take off his shoes and then yanked at his jeans until Nate
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wriggled out of them no small task in the tight confines of the car and then Brandon pulled Nate s
boxers off and held them while Nate put his jeans back on. When he reached for his underwear,
Brandon shook his head. Nope. These are mine. I ve heard about straight guys keeping their girlfriends
panties as trophies. Well, this is mine. It s not every day a man gets his guy worked up enough to come
without ever being touched. He pretended to think about it for a minute. In fact, I ve seen other men
hang garters on their rearview mirrors. I wonder how these would look dangling above the dash.
No way, Brandon. I m not about to have my underwear on display for all of Reed, Illinois to see. He
made a one-handed grab for them, but Bran caught him and pulled him backwards across his lap.
I ve got you now, boy. Wonder if I can think of something really nasty to do to you? He claimed
Nate s mouth with renewed passion, and probably would have done more had a bright light not landed
right across his eyes.
What in the hell? He looked up and saw the silhouette of a man against the window, flashlight in hand.
He let Nate go back to his own seat, fear and adrenaline racing through his veins. He cursed himself for
being stupid enough to come out to this isolated spot without letting anyone know where they were. He
rolled down the window and reached under the seat for his pistol, all in one motion.
The man behind the flashlight laughed and said, If you re gonna shoot me, Boss, don t you think you
should at least button your pants first?
Brandon exhaled in a rush of air. Dammit, Sam, you scared the hell out of me. I thought you were that
nut who s after Nate.
Sam lowered the flashlight, the moonlight bright enough to reveal the grin he was having trouble hiding.
What would you have done if I had been? You d have been screwed, no pun intended.
Brandon heard Nate trying his best not to laugh and failing miserably. He ignored him and turned his
irritation on Sam. What are you doing down here, anyway?
I got a report about some kids parking down on Old Pepper Road and came to check it out. You
haven t seen any horny teenagers, have you?
Ha-ha. You ve investigated, so now you can leave.
Sam shook his head. I was headed to your place after I finished this call, anyway. On my way over
here, dispatch radioed in. The F.B.I. came up with a match on that partial from Doc s car. He leaned
down so he could see Nate through the open window. Hey, Doc. How s it hanging, man?
Nate dissolved into another fit of laughter, but Brandon had switched into cop mode. Did dispatch give
any details?
No, but apparently the guy they ve identified is into some heavy shit because the U.S. Attorney s Office
is sending a man on the next flight from Washington to go over the case with you.
Brandon felt Nate stiffen beside him and reached for his hand without looking at him. Thanks, Sam. I m
going to take Nate home, and then I ll come to the station and see what I can find out.
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Sam nodded and said good-bye, leaving Brandon and Nate to rearrange their clothing and head out. As
Bran started the car, Nate said, Brandon, why would the U.S. Attorney be involved?
Brandon backed the car out and started back up the gravel road. The Attorney General s office could
be in on this for any number of reasons, Nate. They have divisions for everything from organized crime to
counter terrorism. I d be afraid to speculate. He stopped at the end of the road and gave Nate a
reassuring kiss. Let s make a deal not to worry about it until we have to, alright?
Nate agreed, but Bran could feel the tension in him. He didn t blame him for being scared. He had the
feeling things had just gone from bad to worse.
* * *
Brandon was sitting at his desk the next day when his secretary, Lorna, stuck her head in the door.
Sheriff, the representative from the Attorney General s office is here. I ve already checked his
credentials and received confirmation. Should I send him in?
Please. And, Lorna? Make sure we aren t disturbed. Sam s off today, but if anything major comes in,
Dewey can handle it.
Sure thing, Sheriff. She left and returned a few minutes later with a tall man in a three piece suit. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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