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by BA Tortuga
The kiss just went on until they both had to breathe, and
man it was good. Quinn pushed into his hand, those fingers
coming up to pinch and pull at his nipples.
A soft growl left him, lightning shooting from his tight
nipples, headed straight to his cock.
"Mnnh. Babe." His sounds must have made Quinn happy,
because that heavy cock jumped in between his fingers.
Quinn kept at him, scraping over his nipples again, teeth
threatening his neck.
"Shit." He pulled harder, chin lifting, offering Quinn his
throat.
He got a moan, deep and throaty, those teeth pulling up a
mark on his skin as they sank in. Quinn rode his touch, whole
body begging.
"Oh, sweet fuck, Quinn. Come on. Come on, love." He was
soaring, skin tingling. Wearing Quinn's mark.
"Danny. Babe. I, oh." Quinn gave it up to him, every bit,
teeth just clinging to his skin. Those hands dug in, too, Quinn
shaking and jerking as he came right into Dan's hand.
He whimpered, balls drawing up, the scent of Quinn
making his belly tight.
"Babe. I need." Quinn reached down, rubbed him through
the thin shorts he wore, Quinn's shorts.
"Please." He spread his legs, groaning, bringing his slick
fingers up to his mouth to lick clean.
"Oh, God." Surging up over him, Quinn slipped that hot
hand into his shorts and closed it around him, pumping,
pulling, thumb brushing the tip.
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His toes curled into the carpet, heels thrumming against
the floor, eyes wide as he shot hard.
"Mmm." Following his lead, Quinn brought his hand up,
licking and sucking him right off, looking happy and sated.
"H ... happy Thanksgiving." He laughed, head lolling back
on the sofa.
"The best, babe. The best." Quinn was laughing, too,
sliding back down to lay in his lap, petting his thigh.
"You know it." He snorted as Rags rolled over, scratching
and rubbing on the floor. "For all of us."***
"Good work, Quinn. We can't tell you how we appreciate
it."
The mayors of Delta and Hotchkiss, along with the newly
appointed Sheriff Andy Dean, stood with two judges and the
county prosecutor, all wanting to glad hand him.
It wasn't over by a long shot, but it was well on its way.
Between the two prisoners he'd been holding in Grand
Junction, Frank Baylor, and finally, Ken Lawrence, former
deputy, they had enough to break up the biggest drug ring in
the history of Western Colorado.
Quinn still couldn't believe he'd actually done it.
He'd only had to ruin Danny's well ordered life and get
himself shot at. Twice. Thank God Danny didn't know about
the second time.
"Thanks, gentlemen. I need to make a report to the State
police office, and I'll be back and forth a good bit in the next
few months, taking statements and getting ready for the
various trials. I hope I can depend on you folks to help."
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Farris, Lawrence, the Hotchkiss high school principal, Ted
Olen, two members of the Delta city police, a fire chief and
several local business owners had been arrested, and five
storage locations had been raided. There was a helluva lot of
mopping up to do.
Andy nodded. "You bet, Quinn. Anything you need."
"Excellent." He tipped his hat, grinning wryly. "I have a lot
of paperwork to catch up on in Denver. I'll see you folks next
week."
He would go see Sam. Make his report.
And maybe he would get Danny to come along. And stay.
* * * *
Dan drove slowly down FM 1570, taking the route they'd
taken that night. He didn't remember much of it at all. He
remembered buying horse and blow and some maryjane that
afternoon. Remembered partying hard, the lot of them
dancing and screaming. He remembered it was getting cold,
that they'd built a huge fire. The rest? All pieced together by
the witnesses.
The truck had flipped four times, taking him with it for two
and a half. It had saved him; everyone else had burned up.
He knew because Pop had told him, shaking and staring at
the green tiles on the hospital floor. Told him how people
were saying that he shouldn't have been the one saved, that
he was the one who led those kids astray and delivered them
into hell.
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He'd promised Pop then that he'd toe the straight and
narrow. He had, too no booze, no drugs. One little fling in
his second-to-last semester of college that had ended badly.
Dan pulled off the highway, hobbled out to the monument,
and traced the names carved in the marble. Katherine Ann
Edwards, Elizabeth Joy Farr, Enrique Jesus Garcia, Richard
Peter McDougal, Robert Allan Sherridan, and Samuel Vaughn.
His name should, by all accounts, be on there, too.
He wasn't doing anything wrong with Quinn. He wasn't. He
was loving and being loved and he'd paid his dues. For years.
Hell, for longer than these kids had been alive almost. He
wouldn't give it up, not for God or money.
"I'm sorry, but I've paid. I have."
He sat until he was almost frozen, hips screaming. Then he
hobbled to the car and headed home.
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Chapter Fifteen
What had to be the formal apology from the mayor was
still sitting on Danny's coffee table. Quinn found Rags chewing
on one corner of it when he got back from Denver late one
night at the beginning of December. Sam had him running
back and forth, and the snow was making what should be a
five-hour trip into a grueling eight or nine.
He didn't see Danny as he let Rags out the back door, so
he went looking, finding him in the little dining room office,
asleep in his chair, a Denver guidebook open in his lap. That
was gonna hurt when he woke up. Unless Quinn woke him
now.
"Danny?" He gently touched one of Danny's legs, not
wanting to startle him too much.
Danny's eyes popped open behind his glasses, green and
bright. "Quinn! Hey!"
He got a grin, warm and welcome. "How was the drive?"
"Dismal. Eisenhower tunnel was ice on one end and slush
on the other, and there was a tanker turned over in Glenwood
canyon. Better now." He so was, just seeing Danny smile at
him, being able to touch.
"Yeah." Dan sat up, wincing a little, hands coming to work
his shoulders. "How's Sam?"
"He's good. Wants us to come to Christmas dinner." He
reached out, tracing Danny's hips gently. "We should at least
move to the couch. I need to let Rags in and I'm starved."
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"There's a roast in the Crock-pot. Potatoes and carrots and
everything." He stood and Danny let him help, let him hold
him for a long minute. Let him have a long, slow kiss.
God, he needed that. So bad. "You didn't eat?" It would be
just like Danny to wait dinner on him. "Do you need a pill?"
"I didn't, and I don't think I do." Danny grinned at him.
"You keep me warm and loose when you're in bed with me."
"I try, babe." He tried really hard. Grinning, he kissed
Danny again, tugging him gently into the kitchen. They'd eat,
then he'd ask about whatever else. Like the mayor's letter.
And the guidebook.
Dan got plates out while Rags mauled and ignored him in
turns, then deserted him to beg at Danny's knee when the lid
to the Crock-pot came off.
Who could blame him? "God, that smells good, babe." He
was drooling as hard as Rags.
"I didn't know when you'd get here, and I knew it would
keep." Dan grinned over, winked. "And it wasn't turkey."
He snorted. They'd had turkey salad and turkey casserole.
Turkey tetrazzini and hot turkey sandwiches with gravy.
Quinn was turkeyed out. Hell, even Rags whined when he
smelled the stuff, ears down. "Like I said. Smells good." He
ducked as Danny tried to pop him with a dishtowel and put
the kettle on for hot tea.
Two heaped plates landed on the table, homey and natural [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]