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  “Sure did,” she replied. “I looked all over and didn’t see nothing or no one. What cha’ want me to do now, mi amore?” Quincy noticed the way she was looking them up and down.

  “Go around and check to see if there are any weapons. Bring ‘em out here. And take all the clothes out of the bedroom.”

  “Okay sweetie.” She winked at Tyler. “You sure are something special. A real he-man, eh?”

  “Never mind that,” Sidney booted her in the behind. “Go on, woman.”

  Cher started looking around.

  “Okay boys, come on. Haven’t got all day. Take them off.”

  “May I ask why you’re taking our clothes?” Tyler demanded.

  “Look, I don’t know how long it’s going to take for the boys to get here. And I ain’t gonna babysit you. I got me and Cher a nice trailer out there, and I plan on giving the girl a workout. If you’re naked and unarmed, you won’t get far. I’ll be watching most of the time, but…” he lowered his voice, “you notice the nice pair she has, a boy like me got to play. Now, strip.”

  Cher came back over. “Only saw the rifle. You took the pistol off the hottie. So.” She smiled at Tyler. “Let’s see it, baby. Show me heaven!”

  “I’m going to check myself,” Sidney said. He handed her Tyler’s gun. “Watch them.”

  Cher was staring at them. “My pleasure. You two did it together, huh? I’d like to watch that. Sidney wouldn’t let me. Come on, now. Let’s see some skin.”

  Quincy began to undo his shirt. Tyler did likewise. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten Tyler into this. The shirts came off slowly. The Cher woman was practically drooling. “So, who does who?” she asked, giggling. She looked at Quincy. “He fuck you?”

  Quincy ignored her.

  Sidney came back. He held up some hunting knives. “You forgot these, woman.”

  Her attention was still on Tyler. “Some distraction here, Sid.”

  “Go on outside now,” Sidney clicked his tongue.

  “Oh come on, it’s just getting good,” she pouted. “Let me stay.”

  “Go on.” He gave her a push. “Take all that stuff to the trailer.”

  She left then, complaining under her breath. Then Quincy and Tyler were forced to take off the rest of their clothes. They stood there, hands modestly in front of them, while Sidney collected the clothes. He opened the door and kicked their shoes outside, then looked at them with a big grin. “So, sit over there on the sofa, boys. You’ll have plenty of time to reminiscent now. Enjoy it while you can.”

  “Sidney,” Tyler said, sitting on the sofa beside Quincy. “What makes you so sure these guys will give you the money once they get here? What’s to stop them from just shooting you in the head?”

  For a moment, Sidney didn’t answer. Then he shrugged. “I’ll take my chances. Ta ta, I got me a hot mama waiting.” Then he walked out the door.

  “Tyler, I’m so sorry,” Quincy said. “I…I don’t blame you if you never speak to me again.”

  “Oh, I was planning on that,” Tyler grunted.

  “I’m surprised he didn’t tie us up.”

  “Why would he bother? Where do you think we’d be going?” Tyler looked at him, then stood up and began to pace. “No clothes, no guns, and out in the middle of nowhere. The elements would kill us first.”

  “You got a point,” Quincy nodded, his eyes straying to Tyler’s body. Damn. He was intoxicatingly beautiful. Last night he’d missed his chance. He should have gone into that room and taken him.

  Tyler caught on to where Quincy’s gaze was centered. “I can’t fucking believe you!” He placed a hand in front of himself. “You’re staring at my cock again, at a time like this?”

  “I…no…I’m not staring at your…man, you’re full of yourself.” Quincy looked anywhere but at him. “I was just…thinking about…”

  “My cock?”

  “No, well…I can’t help where I look.”

  “Right,” Tyler muttered. He walked over and slumped down on the sofa again.

  Quincy grabbed a cushion and placed it on his lap.

  Tyler eyed him. “Now, suddenly, you’re modest?”

  Quincy slammed the cushion down. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything except maybe we’re not getting out of here. I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to you.”

  Tyler lowered his voice. “Listen, a friend of mine is supposed to be joining me for the weekend…” He trailed off. “Let’s hope he gets here before Sidney’s friends… damn…how in hell am I going warn him? He’ll be walking into an ambush. We have to get out of here.”

  “I thought you said there was no one.” Quincy’s gut tightened a little.

  “He’s just a friend.”

  “A friend with benefits?”

  “None of your business!” Tyler snapped. “And you’ve got a nerve asking me that right now!” He pointed at Quincy. “You should be damn grateful. Billy could be our only chance.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t know this would happen.”

  “Yeah,” Tyler sneered, “you’re real good at not knowing things.”

  “Why don’t you fuck yourself?” Quincy snapped.

  “Nice.”

  “Or should I say, fuck this Billy guy. I’m sure you have fucked him tons of times. So, this Billy is another cop, I suppose?”

  “Yeah, he’s a cop. And be damn glad of it too. We could use a cop right now, one with a weapon.”

  Quincy hardly heard him. “It figures he’s a cop. That suits your self-righteous, holier than thou personality. Bet you fuck him and pray to the law enforcement god at the same time. No ex-cons in your bed.”

  “Well, at least it’s a step up from fucking a criminal.”

  Quincy folded his arms across his chest. “If I recall, you used to enjoy fucking this criminal.”

  “Yeah, that was before you became one.”

  Quincy bit his bottom lip.

  “Billy is the least of your worries anyway,” Tyler added.

  “You’re not involved. I’ll tell them to let you go. I’ll say I won’t tell them where the money is if they hurt you.”

  “And so I’m going to just walk away, and leave you? Those guys will torture you, Quincy.”

  “So, what do you care? I’m a criminal, remember?”

  “I’m a cop. I have to care.”

  “So that’s the only reason why?” Quincy met his gaze.

  “I have a responsibility to uphold the law, and…”

  “Oh, fuck off with that, Tyler!” Quincy let out a growl of frustration. “You really want me to believe you feel nothing at all for me anymore.”

  Tyler looked away.

  Quincy let out some breath. “And the boyfriend, when do you think he will get here?” Quincy probed.

  “Tomorrow night, or the next day. Most likely too late.”

  “Oh I don’t know. I’m sure he won’t want waste any time getting here, won’t be able to wait to get into bed with you, touch you…taste you…and the way you fuck…well...”

  Tyler glanced at him. “Stop.”

  Quincy shook his head. He had no right to be jealous, but damn it, he was, and he couldn’t seem to let it go even in the circumstances. “What’s he like?”

  “Who?”

  “Billy.”

  “Goddamnit, Quincy, get over Billy.” Tyler stood, ran his hand through his dark hair. “We have more important things to worry about besides Billy. I’m trying to think of a way out of this and all you can do is go on and on about some guy I’m fucking.”

  “So, you are fucking him!”

  Tyler began to pace again. “Yeah, I’m fucking him. So what? And you’re not fucking anyone?”

  “No one special,” Quincy replied, watching Tyler as he paced the floor. Then he looked away. He felt absolutely hopeless at the moment and it wasn’t only the fact that they were being held hostage here in this cabin. Quincy was beginning to accept what he’d resisted all these years. There was no hope Tyler would ev
er love him again, and with the exception of maybe some leftover resentment and anger, Tyler had no feelings for him at all.

  Chapter Five

  In spite of everything Tyler found it more than just a little distracting to have his ex-lover sitting beside him completely naked. That’s why every once in a while, he had to get up and walk it off.

  He was so angry at Quincy he could have strangled him. But yet, whenever he looked at him, something in Quincy’s eyes filled him with memories. Those memories stung him like ashes hitting his flesh, flashes of joy and pleasure and…damn it, love.

  But if he still loved this man, he was going to go out and tell Sidney to put the damn gun to his head and get it over with. After all this time, surely, he’d put Quincy behind him. Damn it, they were in trouble and yet all he could think about was Quincy’s naked body and…touching him. There had to be something wrong with him. “I have to be out of my mind,” Tyler muttered under his breath.

  “What?” Quincy asked him. “Nothing. I’m talking to myself. Could you please just not…talk?”

  “Would you like me to hide out of sight somewhere?” Quincy snapped. “I could go into the bathroom and stay in there.”

  “Don’t be absurd! Were you always so damn naive?” Tyler looked at him.

  “We’re going to start this again?”

  “You’re too trusting. You believe everyone has a heart of gold and wants the best for you.”

  “No, I don’t,” Quincy said. “But I’m not like you either, suspecting everyone is up to no good. I guess that’s why you’re a cop and I’m a…not.”

  Tyler raised an eyebrow.

  “We have to get out of here,” Quincy sighed. “Like you said, we have no clothes, no weapons, and no way to communicate with the outside world. Not going to be easy.”

  “You think?” Tyler scoffed.

  “Well, we could look on the bright side?”

  Tyler stared at him. “Bright side? There’s a bright side?”

  “We’re still alive. And we have food and water. Neither one of us are hurt, or wounded, and we’re together.”

  Tyler looked at him. “I wouldn’t call being together one of the positives.”

  “I would,” he said. “Although I’m sure you’d rather be with…Billy.”

  “Yes.” Tyler nodded, “If Billy had a gun, I sure as hell would.”

  Quincy laughed a little. “Not because Billy gives better head than me?”

  Tyler shook his head. He had to smile. No one gave better head than Quincy. “I forgot what a goof you were.”

  “No more a goof than you.” Quincy was looking at him again in a way that made him feel…oh no, not that.

  “I remember some of the funny stuff you used to do,” Quincy accused. “Do you remember when you played that joke on my mother at Halloween and she threw a bucket of water on you?”

  Tyler laughed. “Oh, yeah. I put a bag on my head and went to the door. I yelled trick or treat. She saw me and the next thing I know, she went screaming through the house. I tried to tell her it was me, but she didn’t hear me.”

  “Yeah,” Quincy laughed. “That was so funny. You looked like a drowned rat. I remember, we went up to my room after to dry you off, and…” He sobered.

  Tyler nodded. They’d almost broken Quincy’s single bed that night.

  “You were all wet, and…” Quincy stopped, ran his gaze down over him. “Eh, Ty, you don’t seem bothered by the cold at all.”

  “What?” Tyler looked down to realise he had an erection. “Oh, damn. I’m on autopilot sometime. And it’s not really cold in here anyway.”

  “Not anymore,” Quincy commented. “I can…help you with that…if you want…I mean…it would only take a few minutes.”

  Tyler’s gaze melted into his. He recalled Quincy’s expertise in that area, and right now the thought had great appeal. “Minutes? Surely it would take longer than…ah…no…I mean…thanks. We can’t.” That was fucking awkward. “It will take care of itself.”

  Quincy glanced down at his hands. “I miss you,” he said softly. “Sometimes late at night…in my dreams…I mean,” he cleared his throat, “we used to have great sex. I still dream about it.”

  Tyler nodded silently.

  Quincy laughed a little awkwardly. “You can’t deny that we were good together in bed.”

  Tyler turned away. No, he couldn’t deny that. He walked over to the one of the windows, desperate to change the subject. “That bastard is standing by the trailer. We need to get him or that bimbo he’s banging to come in here. Maybe we can overpower him and… I’m not sure how--”

  Quincy moved up beside him. “Must have been a fast fuck,” he commented.

  Tyler did an intake of breath. He turned to look at him. Their shoulders touched. “What…fast fuck… what?”

  “Those two out there…must have been fast, not like the hours we used to spend in bed,” Quincy added.

  “Is this some kind of torture?” Tyler almost groaned. Here they were, standing there naked together, so close… too damn close. “I totally resent you…”

  Quincy reached out and touched his cheek. “Maybe you deserve this for all the nights of torture you’ve given me, lying in my bed, hard, dreaming of you. Have you been a bad boy lately, Detective Richmond?”

  Tyler couldn’t breathe anymore. He sure as hell wanted to be a bad boy and given the circumstances, it made no sense at all. “Listen, Quincy,” he protested, “we’re in danger right now. Those guys…”

  Quincy moved closer. His lips caressed Tyler’s jaw.

  “Yes, and we could be dead tomorrow. But the only thing I’m in mortal danger of right now,” he whispered, grabbing Tyler’s earlobe with his teeth, “is losing my mind if you don’t kiss me. I don’t want to die here without making love to you one last time, without having you inside me, that hard, beautiful cock…I crave it, Ty, I need it.”

  Tyler reached up, placed his hands on Quincy’s face and pressed his mouth against his. His fingers curled in Quincy’s fair hair as Quincy’s hands moved down his flanks and around to his ass. Clutching Tyler’s ass, Quincy pressed their bodies together tightly.

  The room filled with a symphony of their mutual grunts and moans as Quincy began to rub his hot erection against Tyler’s thigh, his fingers digging into the flesh of Tyler’s ass cheeks.

  Tyler separated his mouth from Quincy’s just long enough to push him hard against the wall and pin his arms over his head. His gaze travelled over Quincy’s heaving chest and hard cock for a second, then he looked into the man’s eyes. Filled with need, those eyes pulled their bodies together again. Their mouths connected in a gulping kiss, bruising their lips, searing them together in an intoxicating dance that had already gone way too far to stop.

  Tyler’s hands went to Quincy’s chest. His lips caressed one taut nipple as the other hand took Quincy’s leaking cock in his fist and pumped it gently. Quincy’s head fell to the side and one hand went to Tyler’s shoulder, urging him to his knees.

  Tyler couldn’t wait to taste him as he licked down his belly to the base of Quincy’s cock. He cupped his balls and went to his knees, the musky, hot taste of Quincy’s cock transferring to his tongue.

  “Oh God,” Quincy’s hips came off the wall as Tyler began to swallow the head of Quincy’s cock, his other hand squeezing his own cock gently as he tipped his head back to take as much of him as he could. “Tyler…fuck…yeah.”

  Quincy’s grunted encouragement spurred him on as Tyler dedicated his lips and tongue to pleasuring Quincy’s cock. When Quincy was close to coming, Tyler reared back, wiping Quincy’s juices from his lips. He got to his feet, took his hand and led him silently into the bedroom.

  * * * * * * Quincy’s heart pounded in his chest. Nothing mattered except the man he held in his arms.

  Tyler pulled him onto the small bed. Quincy pushed Tyler’s thighs apart and pressed his face against Tyler’s leaking, hard cock. “God, I’ve missed you.” He’d missed everything a
bout him, the scent, the taste, all so familiar, in spite of all the time away from his beautiful body.

  Tyler’s fingers pulled at his hair as Quincy began to suck his cock slowly, licking each succulent inch. Tyler urged him to the side where his hand came around Quincy’s back to insert a finger inside him.

  Quincy sucked harder, anticipating Tyler’s cock tunnelling inside of him. He groaned as Tyler inserted another finger, then urged him off his cock. “Um, stop…I’ll come. I want to come inside you.”

  Tyler pressed Quincy facedown. “I have lube.”

  Quincy tried not to think about the reason, but the name ‘Billy’ flashed into his head, along with that bottle of wine sitting on the counter. Tyler’s sudden tongue in his ass, however, made it only a passing thought.

  “Oh, shit.” Quincy’s hips worked as Tyler began to rim the hell out of him. He didn’t remember Tyler doing that before. Um. Nice. Very nice. Then Tyler stopped. Quincy heard Tyler open the lube with one hand and he felt a slippery finger began to fill him, then two. Tyler hit all the right spots, then reached around to jerk his cock a few times. His fingers began to fuck him slowly as the other hand slipped under him to play with Quincy’s erection.

  When Tyler flipped him onto his back again, they kissed deeply. “Fuck me, baby,” Quincy whispered.

  Tyler lifted his legs. He leaned in to kiss him again, then Quincy felt the head of Tyler’s cock probe him before pushing up inside.

  “Aww…” In spite of all the prep, he was tight.

  Tyler waited, moved a little. “Am I hurting you?” he asked him, breathing hard.

  Quincy reached up and pushed strands of damp hair out of Tyler’s eyes. “You could never hurt me doing that. Just go easy at first. It’s been awhile.” He didn’t want to tell him he’d let no other man inside him since they’d spilt. Sure, he’d fucked a few guys, given head, got head, but only Tyler belonged inside of him. That’s the way it would always be, no matter what happened.

  Tyler pushed a little more, then he opened, spreading in invitation as Tyler’s cock stretched him. “Ah…yes,” Quincy moaned, “so good. Baby.” Tyler had the key. “Go, baby…baby…go.”