But there was something about him. Something Trey couldn’t quite pinpoint. Perhaps it was because it was wrong on so many levels, and at this very moment, wrong felt so fucking right.
“You think too much,” Magnus whispered, his hand sliding up behind his neck again, kneading the tense muscles.
“You’re right. I do.” Trey gripped his hips, pulled him closer. “That stops now.”
Then he was leading the way, urging Magnus backward, through the sparsely furnished living room, down the long, narrow hall. He turned to the left, into the darkened guest room, then over to the queen-sized bed. Not that he was opposed to taking a man in his own bed, but Trey had stopped sleeping in there as of late. It reminded him too much of the past, of the mistakes he’d made, of the men who had hurt him.
He followed Magnus down, careful not to crush him but maintaining the kiss.
As he covered Magnus’s body fully, Trey dropped his hips, grinding his aching cock against the hard ridge tenting those damn jeans Magnus still wore. His breath lodged in his throat when Magnus moaned, a sinfully rough rasp against his senses.
“Once won’t be enough,” he warned, his lips never leaving Magnus’s.
There was a soft chuckle, followed by an amused, “Maybe. Maybe not.”
“Is that a dare?” he taunted, lifting his head and meeting those intense hazel eyes. “Because I’m game if you are.”
The smile he earned was unexpected.
And most definitely a dare.
A knock on his window drew Trey out of the memory, brought him back to the present. That was when he realized Magnus was standing outside the truck, watching him intently with a satisfied smirk on his face.
No way could Magnus know what Trey had been thinking.
No fucking way.
Because he couldn’t very well drive off and pretend he hadn’t shown up at his damn doorstep, Trey opened the door, got out of the truck. It was slow going as he attempted to hide the hard-on he was sporting. His shirt was untucked, which helped. Not that it was doing a damn bit of good if the gleam in Magnus’s eyes was anything to go by
“Shut up,” Trey grumbled irritably.
Magnus chuckled softly. “I didn’t say nothin’.”
“You were thinkin’ it.”
“Oh, I was thinkin’ somethin’, all right.”
Trey’s gaze shot back to Magnus, and he wondered briefly if Magnus had relived that night, too. Based on the heat he saw in those hazel eyes, he figured the answer was yes.
Question was: had he relived it every fucking day the way Trey had?
*
When Magnus realized who was behind the wheel of the truck that had pulled down his driveway, he wouldn’t say he’d been disappointed.
In fact, the opposite.
As for why Trey Walker was gracing him with his presence, he had yet to find out, but based on the frown on Trey’s handsome face, the man wasn’t happy to be there. Which meant he hadn’t stopped by for a repeat of the night they’d spent together two weeks ago.
Not that Magnus thought he had. Sure, he’d wished the man would make a move, but Magnus was fully aware of the tragedy that had rocked the Coyote Ridge community as well as the Walker family. It was the main reason he hadn’t reached out to Trey, sought a repeat of that incredible night.
“What brings you by?” he finally asked, motioning for Trey to come inside.
“Business.”
Of course it was. “Reese send you?”
“I wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t,” Trey grumbled.
Magnus found it impossible not to smile. He happened to find Trey’s ornery side rather appealing. And the banter they shared between them was a unique form of foreplay that, honestly, Magnus wished he had more of in his life.
Opening the door to the building, Magnus led the way inside. He partly expected Trey to stay outside, to refuse to be in a confined space with him. It sure as hell wouldn’t have surprised him if he had.
But he was happy to see Trey had stepped inside, let the door close behind him.
“What can I help you with?” Magnus turned around to see Trey’s tense form near the door, his eyes fixed on the dogs currently watching him with curiosity. “They won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“I wasn’t worried about that,” he muttered.
“Sarge, Aurora, meet Trey. These two belong to me.” Magnus looked at the black Laborador retrievers currently relaxing as they’d been instructed to do. “Heel.”
Instantly both were on their feet. A second later, they were heeling at Magnus’s feet, one on each side. He took one step forward. They did, too, remaining right at his side, eagerly watching him for another command, just as they’d been trained.
“Did you have a reason for bein’ here?” he asked Trey. “Or did you come to ogle me and my dogs?”
That doom-and-gloom look was back on Trey’s face as he glowered.
“You’ve heard about what’s goin’ on?”
Magnus sobered. “I did, yes. I’m sorry for your loss.”
Trey’s gaze cut to the floor as he nodded. “Thanks.”
“I take it your team’s lookin’ for the woman responsible? The one who kidnapped the little girl and murdered that girl’s mother.”
Trey nodded, eyes lifting. “We’ve got an active team tryin’ to determine where she is. We know she’s in the area, just don’t have an exact location.”
“By in the area, you mean what? Central Texas? Coyote Ridge? Taylor? Embers Ridge? What?”
Trey’s expression remained neutral when he said, “Yes.”
Magnus chuckled. “Not exactly helpful. And unfortunately, unless I have a vicinity in which to work, I can’t be of much help.” He canted his head. “I assume that’s why you’re here? My services?”
He watched as heat flashed in Trey’s eyes, and Magnus fought back a grin. Yeah, it was safe to say Trey hadn’t forgotten that night they’d shared.
“Yeah. Your … uh”—Trey cleared his throat, motioned toward the long counter with the Camp K-9 sign behind it—“services. I…” More throat clearing. “We thought you might be able to… I just … I wanted to ask.”
Magnus opted for serious for a moment. “If you’re askin’ whether or not I’ll help with the search when and if it comes to that, absolutely. I’m there in a second, just say the word. I’ve got enough dogs and handlers, we can work a decent-size area. I just prefer to know we’re in the right spot before we go that route.”
“Understood.”
Magnus watched Trey. He could see the uncertainty in the man’s eyes. He suspected it didn’t have much to do with his case and more to do with being near Magnus.
What they’d shared that night … it’d been by far the best sex of Magnus’s entire life. It had surprised him, actually, being that he’d had some pretty phenomenal sex with no shortage of partners.
But it was more than that. There was something about Trey that he connected with. A similar vulnerability, maybe. Whatever it was, Magnus had thought about it numerous times over the past couple of weeks, ever since that one fantastic night.
Realizing he was about to venture down a road he’d promised Trey he wouldn’t, Magnus reined in his thoughts. “What else can I help you with, Trey?”