Chapter Thirteen
WES
I was dozing with my head down on my crossed arms when someone shook me awake. I looked up to find Patsy standing over me wearing an amused expression. His hand was on my shoulder. “Ya ready to go?”
I blinked a couple of times and sat up straight, wiping drool away from my mouth as I glanced around the room, trying to get my bearings.
The realization that I’d somehow fallen asleep after everyone left the room and Patsy had gone off to write his report made me flush with embarrassment.
I must’ve looked confused because he reached for the top of my head and smoothed a callused palm over the top of it.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…sorry,” I said, leaning back until he dropped his hand. “Forgot where I was for a second. I don’t know how I fell asleep. One minute I was daydreaming and the next, here you are, waking me up.” I scrubbed both hands over my face to wipe away the final traces of sleep.
“I’m not surprised yer sleepy. Adrenaline letdown. Come on, Wes,” he urged. “Ya must be hungry too.”
I stood, rubbing a palm over my belly. “Maybe…I don’t know. I ate a lot of pizza. What time is it?”
He glanced at his dive watch. “Nearly seven.”
“Oh, man.” I clasped my hands, lifting them over my head and stretching so far back, I felt the cold air on my belly.
It didn’t escape my notice how Patsy’s gaze was laser focused on the narrow strip of skin that showed then blushed when he realized he’d been caught staring.
He quickly broke eye contact and cleared his throat, deliberately looking away as he made a sweeping gesture toward the door.
“Come on,” he said, leading the way out of the room. “It’s been a long day for me too.”
I couldn’t help but grin at his reaction, but I kept silent, following him through the office, and nodding at a couple of the guys on his team who acknowledged me with curious looks as we walked past their desks.
I felt like all eyes were on me, so I was relieved when we finally stepped through the double glass doors in the reception area and headed to the bank of elevators on this floor.
We silently rode the elevator downstairs.
So much had happened since Patsy had walked out of the house this morning on his way to see the psychologist, most of it terrifying.
I was a mathematician for God’s sake, not someone who was used to being chased by thugs, and if the detectives were right, murderers.
I longed for the day when I could once again sit at a desk and just run my data.
I really hoped Patsy’s teammates believed I had nothing to do with the murder.
I was grateful Patsy’s friend, Rex, had seen the men who’d followed me onto the roof this afternoon, but I was also relieved they were clearing me as a suspect in front of Patsy’s whole team.
The threat of being arrested for committing a terrible crime had been hanging over my head ever since they’d shown me the police artist’s sketch.
I hadn’t realized how worrying it’d been until just now.
We stepped out of the elevator and I followed him outside to where he’d parked his car.
I smiled at the familiar sight of the compact, little VW and then realized how much comfort I drew from doing a normal, day-to-day thing like walking to a car.
I didn’t think I’d ever take another breath without knowing what freedom felt like.
Of course, squeezing into the car wasn’t something I looked forward to, but being alone with Patsy for the first time all day was worth the discomfort, even if it meant temporarily becoming a human pretzel.
He started the car and glanced over at me, unable to hide the amusement in his merry, blue eyes.
“I think you enjoy seeing me with my knees pulled up to my chin,” I grumbled as he pulled out of the parking lot.
He let out a deep belly laugh which made me grin. For a smaller guy, Patsy had the most engaging laugh. “I’ll admit to enjoyin’ seein’ ya like this but…”
When he paused, I glanced over. “What?”
He coughed and the red crept up his cheeks. “No word of a lie. I admit that I suddenly had a whole other notion of where I’d like to see those long legs of yers.”
I flushed with heat as I pictured my feet planted on the bed while holding onto Patsy’s hips, guiding him up and down as he rode my cock.
It wasn’t the first time I’d had the fantasy.
“Fuck, Patsy…you shouldn’t say things like that,” I said quietly, not missing the way he subtly reached down and adjusted the bulge in his black sweats.
When he reached for my hand, I curled my fingers around his.
“I probably shouldn’t say this, but well…what the hell,” he said.
“Go ahead. Say it.”
He blew out a long breath. “So…ya know I’m really attracted to ya.” He glanced over to make sure I was listening.
I smirked. “Hmm…let me see…was making out on the couch with you the other night your first clue?” When he laughed, I continued. “You don’t have to worry, Patsy. The feeling is mutual. I told you how much I want you.”
He grinned before returning his eyes to the road. “I mean we’ve kissed but—”
When he paused, I squeezed his fingers. “But you’ve been thinking about going further.”
He frowned just a little, darting a glance at me before looking away as he let out a long sigh. “I didn’t want to push,” he finally said.
“Why?” I honestly wanted to know why he’d hesitated especially after I’d confessed how much I wanted him.
“Things have been kind of crazy with everything happenin’ and I wanted to wait until we had time to relax and enjoy ourselves,” he admitted.
I had a feeling there were other things at play here. We’d made out on the couch, hell, the man had been in my lap. I’d held his erection with my own hand, and even though it had been a quick grope while he was fully clothed, there’d been no doubt where his desires lay.
“Since timing is the only basis of your argument so far, I think we should make time to relax and get to know each other better, don’t you?”
He glanced over and smiled. “Yeah, I do.”
I squeezed his hand. “Good. So do I.”
“Yer very logical ya know?”
I laughed. “It’s my job to be. If the numbers don’t add up, they don’t add up.” His wide grin made me smile.
We made small talk as we held hands until he got off the freeway and had to let go to use the gearshift.
When we parked back at his apartment he started to exit the car, but I stopped him with a squeeze to his bicep.
The second he turned toward me, I took his face in both hands and kissed him.
The kiss was slow and sensual with the promise of things to come.
I had plans for Patsy’s hard body tonight that had nothing to do with keeping my distance.
As I broke the kiss, it was entirely satisfying to witness the effect it had on him.
His pupils were blown, his cheeks were flushed, and he looked slightly dazed as he stared back at me.
I grinned. “Come on.”
He chuckled as I got out and moved in close to his side, slinging my good arm over his shoulders as we walked to the apartment.
It wasn’t my nature to necessarily make the first move with guys, but I vowed to change that with Patsy.
I was damned tired of waiting and being treated like I was made of glass.
I could feel nervous energy bleeding off Patsy, and the way he fumbled with his keys when we got to the front door, confirmed it.
I followed him in but the moment he shut the door and turned around, I was waiting.
I moved right up into his personal space, pinning him against the solid, wooden door.
He tilted his chin, looking up at me as his arms slid around my midsection.
“Ya need food, W—”
I cut off whatever stupid thing he was about to say, crushing our mouths together as I took him in a passionate kiss.
He opened to me and I swept my tongue inside, tangling with his as he kissed me back.
Patsy’s mouth tasted like heaven…his scent, like pure lust. I pressed my stiff cock against him, loving how he insinuated his knee between my legs to widen my stance.
When he began dragging his cock up and down on my thigh, I groaned, deepening the kiss.
He clung to me, digging fingers into my back as he growled low in his throat.
I felt heat wash through my body and suddenly pinning him to the front door wasn’t enough.
I broke the kiss with a gasp and looked down at his dazed expression.
“Bedroom,” I demanded, almost breathlessly.
I didn’t wait for a reply, instead, taking his hand, I dragged him through the living room and down the hall.
I stopped only when I got to the bed. His expression seemed almost anxious.
“Do you have a problem with me taking the lead here?”
Patsy shook his head, reaching for the hem of his sweatshirt. “Feck no. I’ve been dreamin’ of it since meetin’ ya, Wes.”
I was genuinely surprised. “Y-you dreamed about me?”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
“Damn.” I’d been dreaming about him too. I reached down and adjusted my stiff dick as he started undressing, yanking off his long-sleeved T-shirt to reveal cut pecs and abs. He caught me staring and looked up at me under long lashes.
“Like what ya see?”
I reached out and ran both hands over his furry chest, taking in my fill of him.
Though smaller, his body was toned and muscular…
made to fit perfectly against mine. When our gazes met, the lust in his was apparent as was the prominent erection poking at the front of his FBI issued sweatpants he’d changed into at the office.
“I love what I see.” I reached down and circled both nipples with the tips of my fingers, running them slowly over the hard nubs.
I was pleased when he sucked in a breath and bit his bottom lip.
When I began pinching them, his moan was so sexy, I had to stop myself from simply pushing him down on the bed to take what I wanted.