“But this is different,” Trevor said, something odd coloring his voice. “Because you love her.”
“It changes things,” Ollie agreed. “I mean, I probably shouldn’t be working this case at all, but there’s no way I’m walking now. Horowitz couldn’t keep me away if he tried.”
They were still holding hands, and Trevor gave Ollie’s fingers a quick squeeze before releasing them. “No, you’d find a way to see this through even if he locked you in a cage. That’s who you are.”
“Is it? Or is it just because this one eats at me more?”
“It’s personal,” Trevor said firmly. “It’s Courtney. Of course it eats at you more.”
Ollie nodded, ridiculously grateful that Trevor understood. He glanced toward the stairs. “We should get back to it,” he said, and together they descended, reaching the bottom just as Brax was calling for everyone’s attention.
“Bree made out our room assignments,” he said, gesturing to the nanny, whose long, dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. “You want to take it away?”
“Me? Oh. Um, sure.” Bree brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face. She was a mix of Cherokee and Jewish, with stunning features and huge brown eyes. She was also incredibly poised despite being tossed into the middle of what had to bring back hellish memories of when she’d been taken with Anne.
“You’ll be sleeping in shifts, obviously,” she began, “but even so, some of you are going to have to double-up. I’m going to go around the room and tell everybody where they’re bunking.” She glanced down, then looked around until her gaze landed on Ollie. “You know where you are,” she said, referring to the room he habitually stayed in when he crashed at the Stark home. “Trevor, you’ll be—”
“Trevor’s with me,” Ollie said, searching the group for a reaction, his stomach settling when he didn’t find one.
“No problem.” She pressed her pen against the clipboard. “Who has which shift?”
“We’re working and sleeping the same shifts,” Ollie clarified. “You can use the room for someone else during our awake shift.”
Bree nodded, made a note. “Got it.”
Trevor slid a hand around Ollie’s waist, then leaned in to whisper. “Nice move, trapping me with you like that.”
Ollie had to force himself not to laugh. “I’m sorry I was an ass.”
“We’ve been over that. You weren’t. Besides I like your ass.”
He wouldn’t laugh. “Work harder on the jokes, Barone.”
“I’ll get right on that.”
After the room assignment, Trevor went to go get a status update from Denny and Mario. At the same time, Brax sidled over. “I thought so,” he said casually. “You two look good together.”
“Thanks, buddy. I think so too.”
Chapter Nine
Two hours later, the night shift was running the investigation, and Ollie and Trevor were on deck to get a few hours of sleep.
“I want to be back at it by six,” Ollie said, once they were in the room, “and it’s already midnight. That only gives us four or five hours of sleep.”
“It’s a good thing you’re a Fed and not an accountant,” Trevor said. “Your math skills suck.”
“On the contrary,” Ollie said, taking Trevor by the shoulders and pushing him to the door just as Trevor had done at the condo. “I can subtract just fine. And trust me when I say you’re not going to sleep quite yet.”
Trevor laughed. “No argument from me.”
Ollie hesitated, then met Trevor’s eyes and almost melted in the heat he saw reflected back. “I really am sorry.”
Trevor shook his head. “Stop. No more apologies. We’re good. Relationships are tricky things. They can really fuck some people up.”
Ollie leaned in, brushing his lips over Trevor’s ear. “Then it’s a good thing we’re so well-adjusted.”
“Yeah,” Trevor said, his voice going breathy in a way that made Ollie even harder. “A very good thing.”
“Trev?”
“Yeah?”
Ollie pulled back enough to meet Trevor’s eyes again. “I want to finish what we started.”
Trevor’s smile was slow and heart-meltingly sensual. “That is the second best thing I’ve heard all day.”
Ollie brushed his lips over Trevor’s perfect jawline. “Second?”
“You. Me. Sharing this room.”
Ollie swallowed, then shrugged. “I was getting in my own way earlier.”
“Yeah, you were.” Trevor took Ollie’s hand. “So long as you’re sure now, we’re all good.”
“Oh, I’m sure.”
Trevor’s grin was pure mischief. “You know what they think is going on in here right now, don’t you?”
Ollie waited for the tug of embarrassment that didn’t come. With a grin, he kissed Trevor softly, his teeth tugging on Trev’s bottom lip as he pulled away. “I know,” he said. “How about we try to live up to their expectations?”
Trevor chuckled as he grabbed Ollie’s ass, pulling him in close. “Agent McKee, I thought better of you. Live up to? Babe,” he said, his voice low and husky, “we’re going to exceed them.”
“Yeah? Maybe you need to prove that to me.”
“Maybe I will,” Trev said, then surprised Ollie by moving one hand around to cup Ollie’s cock through his jeans, making him go even harder and his knees turn weak.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” Ollie said, his voice rough.
“Yeah?” Mischief flashed in Trevor’s eyes, and before Ollie could reply, Trevor tightened his grip down below, then silenced Ollie’s moan by claiming Ollie’s mouth with his own.
His lips slid over Ollie’s, his tongue exploring Ollie’s mouth in a way that made his cock grow even harder, until he was straining against both his jeans and Trevor’s hand.
All reason faded, replaced only by the need to touch. To feel. To have.
Ollie’s hands slid around Trevor’s waist, then down, his fingers splaying over Trevor’s khaki-clad ass. He pulled Trevor’s body against his and rocked gently, his cock and Trevor’s rubbing together through their clothes. Trev’s mouth was hot and wet and so damn perfect, and Ollie wanted more. So much more.
More pressure.
More contact.
More skin.
More of everything.
He wanted it all. But mostly, he wanted it with Trevor.
“On the bed,” Trevor said, easing them away from the door and to the looming king size bed.
He gave Ollie a little shove, and Ollie sat obediently, back straight and his head tilted just enough so that he could look into Trevor’s licorice-black eyes.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, reveling in the other man’s dark hair with just a hint of curl. Those thick eyebrows. And the mouth that was absolutely made for kissing.
He’d felt the punch the first time he’d seen him. And when they’d become friends, he’d fought that feeling for far too long. Now, he was going to finally experience what he’d been craving…and so foolishly denying himself.