Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 132962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem, but I’m not sure about that picture.” Cody continued stroking himself to the sound of Mitch’s voice.
“I promise to protect it with my life and cut your head out. No one will know,” Mitch whispered softly. “I need to see you like this. I miss us together.”
Cody rode his fist harder and faster with each word Mitch spoke. The image of Mitch’s mouth on his cock had his balls tingling and drawing up tight against his body.
“You’re all I can think about anymore…” Cody uttered the words he held so secretly inside his heart as he pumped up into his fist one last time, his body arched as hot thick come splashed on his stomach and chest. “Mitch,” he breathed out on a long moan.
“God, you’re killing me, Turner, I’m so fucking hard right now. I’m coming there as soon as I can. And you better be ready for me.” Cody didn’t say anything, nor did he immediately clean himself up. He just laid there, his eyes closed, thinking about Mitch’s full lips and those perfect dimples.
“Fuck it! I really like you a lot. More than a lot,” Mitch whispered his confession.
“Me too,” Cody sighed. He loved hearing those words from Mitch, especially after what he let out. His body was completely relaxed now, enveloped in a state of bliss.
“Save it for me, no one else. You’re holding my spot, right?” The horn beeped again.
“Yeah,” Cody answered quietly.
“I’m trying, Cody. I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but I’m trying,” Mitch said. His voice sounded a little desperate. Cody had no idea what he was trying for, what Mitch wanted to say.
“I wanna see you too,” he finally answered.
“Good, I gotta go kick Kreed’s ass. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, cowboy.” Mitch ended the call.
Cody still refused to move and laid there silently contemplating everything they’d just said. He’d planned for a little phone sex, not confessions of the heart. He did like Mitch. He liked him a lot. Maybe a little too much. Tomorrow he’d worry about the repercussions of admitting his interest in someone as extraordinary as Mitch Knox.
Chapter 36
Days turned into a week as Mitch and the team listened to endless hours of conversation from the coffee shop and the private discussions of the owner. They had read countless pages of computer transcripts and nothing revealed anything they could use. On the latest report, he read through a church sermon DeGeorge attended and to-date that was the biggest thing they had learned about the man. At least on the outside he was a kind, caring godly man. Mitch tossed the report on the desk separating him from Kreed.
“Your gut’s wrong this time,” Mitch said.
“No, it’s not. It just proves what we’ve always known. They’re smart and know how to work the system.” Kreed looked over at him and picked up the file.
“So what now? We follow him to the soup kitchen and church?” Mitch ran a hand through his hair and leaned back in his chair. He was pissed they were getting nowhere and fast.
“We’re gonna have to,” Kreed countered back. Mitch reached over to his office phone and dialed Connors.
“Can you come in here?”
“Sure, hang on,” Connors said on the other end of the line. Mitch hung up the phone and looked back over at Kreed.
“He’s not gonna go for it.” Mitch stretched his legs out in front of him and brought his fingers together, interlocking them, and rested his chin on his knuckles.
“Why not?” Kreed questioned, a confused look crossed his face.
“Budgets.” Mitch shrugged and rapped his knuckles sharply against the desk.
“Mitch, I’m telling you, if you want the answers, you need to get them from DeGeorge.” Mitch contemplated what Kreed had just said as Connors came inside the room and looked between them.
“What about undercover? Could we place someone on the inside?” Mitch asked.
“We got nothing to help us justify spending the money or the manpower on something like that,” Connors said, leaning against the door frame.
“We’d have to get approval. What do we say? We need more to go on than just a gut feeling.” Connors looked over at Kreed and then back to Mitch. “Look, I’m not supposed to say anything, but the director’s thinking this needs a change. He thinks the case needs fresh eyes.”
“You haven’t told me that,” Mitch spoke up.
“Did you not just hear me say I’m not supposed to? Your director’s fighting hard to keep you on the case, but you know how I feel. We’re missing the mark, Knox.”
“Bullshit,” Kreed spoke up. “I fucking told you the answers are with the coffee shop owner. Infiltrate him and something will break.”
“And the Marshals are halving this budget,” Mitch added. “I can get Director Skinner more involved. Make him approve undercover.”
“Look, rumor has it that we have an undercover agent freeing up. She’ll be reassigned soon. She’s good. She’ll become whatever she needs to become. Let me see if she’s available. They won’t give her to us for long, but she’s good enough to see things quickly.” Connors didn’t wait for their approval, he was just out the door.
Connors came back about an hour later with a grin on his face. Kreed was on his surveillance shift and Brown was pacing. Both Mitch and Brown stopped what they were doing and narrowed their brows, concentrating on Connors.
“We get her, starting Monday,” Connors announced and held out his hand for a high-five. He got a round of enthusiastic hand slaps in return.
“Yes! Awesome! How did you get her?” he asked.
“I just laid it out there. Even Kreed’s gut feeling, which held weight because he closes most of his cases…” Connors said.
“You mean all of them. I’ll bet a hundred dollars Kreed’s right on this one too.” Mitch shot back before Connors could finish his sentence.
“I’ll take you up on your bet, but they agreed with everything. They offered a less seasoned agent, at least less seasoned to me, but I said we would wait. It’s only five days. She’ll work her way in, and we’ll know if we’re barking up the wrong tree pretty quickly,” Connors assured him.