“Yeah, babe?”
Ollie grinned. “We still haven’t gotten back to the kissing part of tonight’s entertainment.”
Trevor laughed, then bent forward to rectify that oversight, but Ollie’s palm against his chest stopped him.
“Thank you,” Ollie said, and Trevor lifted a brow in question. “For not pushing before I was ready.”
“Are you ready now?”
“I’m beyond ready.”
They shared a grin. “Then it was worth the wait. Now shut up. Apparently, I’m supposed to kiss you.”
Ollie opened his mouth as if to answer, but Trevor swooped in, silencing him with a kiss that started out gentle, but heated up fast. He gave up trying to prop himself up, and let Ollie bear his weight as they teased and tasted, tongues warring and hands roaming, as Trevor slid lower and lower, teasing kisses along Ollie’s chest, watching as his abs tightened, then reveling in the way Ollie’s body arched up, breaking the kiss when Trevor slid his hand into Ollie’s briefs and stroked his cock.
“Oh, holy fuck.” Ollie arched back, his fingers tightening in the bedding. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Trevor said, his circled hand keeping up a rhythm as his mouth worked its way down Ollie’s body, desperate to taste him. To make him explode. To take Ollie to all the places he hadn’t been before.
To once and truly make Ollie his.
He punctuated the thought by using his free hand to roughly yank Ollie’s briefs down. Then he trailed kisses lower, reveling in the heady scent of musk and arousal.
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Trevor didn’t. Not even when the sound of the doorbell broke through their bubble. Not even when the ring repeated, a demanding buzz that barely penetrated the cloud of lust and desire that Trevor was floating on.
“Leah will get it,” Ollie said. “Don’t go,” he added, as Trevor shifted toward the dresser.
“I’m not going anywhere. Just getting some lube.” He slid up Ollie’s body, then met his eyes. “You want that?”
Ollie didn’t answer. Not with words, anyway. But the way he grabbed Trevor’s face and drew him down for a hot, deep kiss was answer enough. And the answer made Trevor as hard as stone. He wanted that connection. Wanted to feel Ollie tight around him. Wanted to fist Ollie’s cock while he pounded his own inside of him, until both of them came together.
And never once had he truly believed he’d ever get to live that fantasy.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered, catching himself before he said I love you.
But he did. He had for months. He was certain of it. But he wasn’t sure Ollie was ready to hear it.
“This is incredible,” Ollie retorted. He took Trevor’s chin, turned it so they were facing each other. “We’re incredible.”
He lifted his head for a kiss, but their lips didn’t meet. Instead, they were interrupted by the screech of Ollie’s phone.
“Fuck,” Ollie snapped. “I silenced that.”
But the words were barely out of his mouth before he was sitting up, pushing Trevor off him.
“What?”
“I did silence it. There’s only one ring that comes through when it’s in DND-mode.”
Trevor sighed. “Go ahead, Agent McKee. You better answer it.”
Ollie did, hitting the button to put it on speaker even as the doorbell rang again.
“McKee.”
“It’s Horowitz and Ryan Hunter. Answer the damn door, Agent McKee.”
Chapter Six
The team gathered at Damien’s Malibu house, a huge structure that not only boasted plenty of space, but was also already well-equipped to run an operation as massive as a kidnapping. Mostly, because it had already done that before. First, when sweet little Anne had been kidnapped along with Bree, their nanny. Then later when Nikki had been snatched.
Kidnapping.
He still couldn’t believe it. But Horowitz, Ryan, and Damien had tracked him down at Trevor’s condo because Courtney had been kidnapped, and the ransom note had been addressed to Ollie’s attention.
Normally, they’d be set up at that the local FBI field office, but Damien had stepped in, and Ollie was still grateful. “He’s going to want to work 24/7,” Damien had said to Horowitz as they’d stood in Trevor’s living room. “We all know that. Let’s let him do that someplace more comfortable than a field office or the SSA.”
“I’d like that,” Ollie had said, and once Damien had pointed out that the house was already rigged for all the equipment they could possibly need, Assistant Special Agent in Charge Andrew Horowitz had agreed.
Ryan Hunter, the man responsible for the day-to-day operations of the SSA—not to mention Jamie’s husband—had also agreed. But he’d insisted that the operation be a joint mission between the FBI and the SSA. And that Trevor run the op.
“He worked Hostage & Rescue before coming over to Stark International, and he’s worked more kidnappings than anyone at the SSA. Plus, Courtney’s one of ours.”
Horowitz had turned to Ollie. “Your call, Agent McKee.”
“The SSA knows what they’re doing,” Ollie had said without hesitation. “And Trevor’s the right man to lead the op.”
“Then you have no argument from me,” Horowitz responded, an Oklahoma twang coloring his voice. “Your group has a solid reputation in the community. And since I’m good friends with Anderson Seagrave,” he added, referring to the colonel who headed up the covert Sensitive Operations Command for the Pentagon, “I can also attest to your reputation underground. We’ll provide whatever support you need.” He’d grinned. “Reserving the right to step in if we deem it necessary.”
“Understood,” Ryan had said.
Ironically, the only hitch had come from Ollie himself. “But we don’t set up at the house until we’re sure that Bree’s okay with it,” he’d said, referring to the Starks’ nanny. She’d been kidnapped along with Anne on that horrible day. “Those days were a nightmare for her, and not just because she’d been taken, too,” he added, looking pointedly at Damien. “I don’t want our set-up forcing her to relive it all again. She hesitates even slightly, we move operations back to the SSA.”
Damien had held his eyes, then nodded. “You’re absolutely right. Why don’t you call her? I’m her employer. I don’t want her to feel like she has to agree with me.”
“Thanks.” Ollie had relaxed a bit, then. He’d been expecting a battle. At least some back and forth. But Damien kept surprising him. Still not Numero Uno on Ollie’s favorite person list, but he wasn’t a total shit. And he was definitely good for Nikki, even though it had taken Ollie far too long to realize that.
Bree had agreed without question, and now the whole team had gathered at the house, including tech geniuses Mario and Denny, who were working with the FBI’s electronics team to set up all the equipment in the first-floor open area.
“Basing the operation here was a good call,” Ryan said, standing by the third-floor railing and looking down at the hustle and bustle two floors below. He turned to face Damien. “We’ve got two other matters in active status back at the office. Better to have a solo space where we can focus.”