The City PI and the Country Cop (21 page)

Grinning as he rolled off Teague, Hoyt said,
“Thank you for the compliment. Now put it to good use.”

“The compliment?” Teague asked, trying not to
laugh.

“No. My butt, you…ass.” With that said, Hoyt
got on his hands and knees, presenting said ass to Teague.

Teague couldn’t restrain his laughter this
time, while he generously lubed two fingers and his sheathed cock.
“I think making love to you is going to be fun in more ways than
one,” he commented while pushing one finger into Hoyt’s waiting
hole. He soon found his objective, Hoyt’s gland, and stroked it,
savoring the resulting moans of pleasure he was engendering from
his lover. A second finger joined the first as he carefully
stretched Hoyt’s tight ring of muscle.

“Are you planning on teasing all night?” Hoyt
grumbled.

“Actually…” Teague removed his fingers,
pressed his hard cock to Hoyt’s entrance and slowly thrust in. He
stopped instantly when Hoyt let out a groan; then proceeded inch by
inch until he was fully engulfed in Hoyt’s tight channel. “Heaven,”
he whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to the nape of Hoyt’s
neck.

“It would be…more heavenly…if you’d move,”
Hoyt muttered in obvious frustration.

“Planning on it.” And Teague did, slowly at
first, trying to savor every bit of pleasure he was getting from
fucking his lover. Soon, too soon, need took over. He plunged in
faster and faster, barely remembering to wrap his fingers around
Hoyt’s throbbing cock. Hoyt’s thrusts into Teague’s hand mirrored
Teague’s as he continued to ride Hoyt until they reached pure
ecstasy. Hoyt came first, but only barely. The tightening of his
channel around Teague’s cock was the final straw and Teague
exploded moments later.

* * * *

“One thing we found out,” Teague said a while
later, nipping Hoyt’s ear. “We are definitely compatible in
bed.”

“And we barely did anything.”

“No. We did everything—” Teague paused a
beat, “—bare.” That earned him a pained groan from Hoyt.

They curled together, savoring their
closeness, exchanging short, sweet kisses, until Hoyt broke the
mood somewhat by asking when their flight left in the morning.

“Eleven.”

“Then stay the night.”

“I was hoping you’d ask,” Teague replied,
smiling. “I do have to get up though. This—” he tapped the condom,
“—is becoming decidedly uncomfortable.” Getting out of bed, he went
down the hall to the bathroom, disposed of the condom and washed
up, since Hoyt’s cum had spattered his chest. Then he dampened a
washcloth, returned to the bedroom, and cleaned Hoyt’s chest as
well.

“You’re very considerate,” Hoyt said
sleepily.

“When you care about someone it comes with
the territory.”

“Not always.”

“Speaking from personal experience?” Teague
asked worriedly, settling down beside Hoyt again, using his
shoulder as a pillow.

“No, thank God. But I’ve dealt with one too
many domestic disturbance calls. The things people do to others in
the name of love.” Hoyt shook his head sadly.

“It will never happen with us,” Teague
replied firmly.

“I’m sure the people involved in those calls
thought the same—”

Hoyt didn’t get to finish. He was being
kissed before he could. Teague pulled away to gaze at his lover.
“We are
not
them. After all we’ve been through to get this
far, do you really think I’d hurt you? I know you won’t hurt
me.”

“Never.” Hoyt frowned deeply. “We still
haven’t…”

“Figured out how to be together for the
long-term? We will. Somehow, we will. Believe that.”

Brushing his fingers over Teague’s cheek,
Hoyt replied. “I’m trying to. No…” He smiled and nodded. “I
do.”

“Good.” Teague kissed him one more time then
said, “Now we’d better get some sleep. We have a flight in—” he
checked the clock on the nightstand, “—ten hours and you still have
to pack before we head to the motel to pick up Keir and my
things.”

“And off we’ll go to the big bad city.” Hoyt
grinned, yawned, and curled into Teague’s embrace.

“You’ll love it. I promise.” Teague smiled
when he realized Hoyt was asleep. “At least I hope you will,” he
murmured, closing his eyes. “Oh God, I pray you will.”

* * * *

Teague, Hoyt, and Keir disembarked the plane
mid-Wednesday afternoon, went to baggage claim to get their bags,
and walked to the long-term lot where Teague had left his car. From
there they headed to Keir’s apartment to drop him off.

“And a river runs through it,” Hoyt
commented, looking out at the icy water as they drove over a
bridge. “A hell of a lot bigger river than the one in
Faircrest.”

“Befitting a big city,” Keir replied with a
grin.

“That it is,” Hoyt agreed, watching the
skyline grow larger and closer.

“It’s really not all that big,” Teague said.
“Well, compared to say New York, L.A., or even Denver.”

“It’s big enough to be impressive,” Hoyt said
fifteen minutes later, as they began driving through the heart of
the city.

Teague smiled, patting Hoyt’s thigh. “I can’t
argue with that.” He pointed to a modern, three-story building at
one side of the street as they drove past it. “That’s my
agency.”

Since the sign over the front door said ‘T
Donovan Agency’, Hoyt replied, “No kidding. Right in the heart of
town no less.”

“It helps to be where our clients are.”

They turned left soon afterwards, heading
into a more residential area of small homes and apartment
buildings. Teague pulled up and parked in front of a brownstone to
let Keir out of the car.

“I’ll see you both in the morning,” Keir
said, then, grinning at Teague, he added, “Behave—or not.”

“Brat,” Teague muttered with a laugh.

Keir just kept grinning as he waved goodbye
and headed to his building.

“Do you mind if I stop by the office before
we go to my place?” Teague asked Hoyt.

“Not at all. After hearing so much talk about
it, it will be interesting to see what the agency looks like
inside.”

“It’s nothing special,” Teague told him.
“It’s pretty much like any other business.”

Hoyt looked as if he wasn’t sure he agreed
when, a few minutes later, Teague ushered him into the agency. “I
was envisioning something out of an old Sam Spade movie.” Instead,
they entered a very spacious waiting area. Along two walls were a
sofa and several chairs, with cityscape photos in stainless steel
frames hanging above them. At the moment they were the only people
in the room other than the receptionist. She was sitting at a
modular desk, staring at a computer screen when they came in.

She looked up and jumped to her feet, coming
over to hug Teague. “You’re back. How did it go?”

“The trial part is over. It’s in the jury’s
hands now, according to the prosecutor. He’ll call me after they
come back with a verdict.”

“They better find him guilty,” she said with
some asperity as she turned her attention to Hoyt. “You must be the
detective.”

Hoyt cocked an eyebrow, glancing at Teague as
he replied, “Yes. I’m Hoyt Newman.”

“I’m Pam. Pamela Hill. I’ve worked for Teague
forever it seems, so don’t look so surprised that I know about you,
Hoyt.” Turning back to Teague she said, “Jake told me to let you
know, the moment you showed up, that he needed to talk with
you.”

“Oh boy. That doesn’t sound good,” Teague
muttered.

Pam patted Teague’s arm. “I suspect it’s
nothing you can’t handle in your own inimitable way.”

“Let’s hope,” he replied as he opened a door
at the back of the waiting room.

“Do you want me to wait here?” Hoyt
asked.

“Hell no. Come on.” Teague chuckled. “I might
need your moral support.”

Together they walked down a long,
well-lighted hallway to an office at the far end. Teague rapped on
the door and they entered when someone called out, “Enter at your
own risk.”

“Now what if I’d been a client?” Teague asked
when they were inside of a spacious office.

“Pam told me you were on your way down so I
figured I was safe.”

“Hoyt,” Teague said, “meet Jake Baxter, my
right-hand man.”

Jake got up from his desk, coming over to
shake Hoyt’s hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you, no thanks to Teague
here.”

“From Keir I bet,” Hoyt replied with a slight
grin.

“The one and only. Nice to finally meet you.
How long will you be around?”

“Until Sunday.”

“Then you’ll have time to see some of our
fair city.”

“Yep.”

Going back to his desk, Jake sat, looking at
Teague. “We have a problem.”

“So Pam told me, although she didn’t say what
it was.”

“Cal’s turned in his resignation. He was
offered a job with another agency, with better pay because he’s got
his pilot’s license. Apparently, from what he told me, they own a
private jet and their original pilot quit for—” Jake chuckled, “—a
better offer as a full-time pilot.”

Glancing at Hoyt, Teague said, “Maybe my idea
about getting a pilot’s license wasn’t so off the wall after all.”
Getting back to what Jake had said, he asked, “When is he
leaving?”

“In two weeks, as per his contract with us.
I’ve started giving his ongoing cases to some of our other people
but…” Jake shook his head. Then, looking at Hoyt, he asked with a
grin, “I don’t suppose you’d like to move out here and join the
agency?”

“Not really,” Hoyt replied quickly.

But Teague saw a thoughtful look in Hoyt’s
expression and wondered about that.
We could use him and it
would mean…No, don’t go seeing what wasn’t there just because it
could be the answer to both my…well, not really a problem when it
comes to him. A wish that he might actually consider it. But he
won’t. He’s happy where he is, doing what he does so well.

“I’ll start the hunt for someone to replace
Cal,” Teague said, getting back to what Jake had told him.

“Good. I didn’t want to put out feelers until
you got back to okay it.”

“Anything else I need to know about right
now? If not, I’m going to show Hoyt around the rest of the building
before we head home.”

“Nothing vital,” Jake replied. He looked as
if he was going to say something more and thought better of it.

Teague chuckled. “Yes, Hoyt’s staying at my
place. It’s not like I don’t have the room.”

With a grin, Jake said, “Now did I ask?”

“Nope, but you wanted to.” Patting Jake’s
shoulder, Teague told him they’d talk in the morning and then he
and Hoyt left the office.

* * * *

“Good Lord, this is almost as large as my
house,” Hoyt said after Teague had shown him around the condo. “No
wonder you’re happy here. Between this and your business, you’ve
got it made.”

“I’ve worked hard for it,” Teague admitted,
although he wasn’t certain he should. After all saying that would
only reinforce the idea that he had no intention of changing his
life despite his wanting Hoyt to be a part of it now.

“You have enough high tech equipment at the
agency to make most police departments jealous. Or at least the
smaller ones like mine. And then you have this as well.” Hoyt
walked over to examine the state-of-the-art computer on the large
desk in Teague’s home office.

“That’s my baby. Our computer geek built it
for me, just as he did most of the ones at work. The man’s a
genius.”

“You’ve put together a topnotch crew.”

“I think so. It’s taken time, but if you want
something badly enough you have to be willing to work for it, no
matter how long it takes.” Teague watched Hoyt as he said that,
wondering if his lover understood what he was saying.

If Hoyt did, he wasn’t acknowledging it.
Instead, he walked to the window overlooking the street twelve
stories below them. “This is very different from what I’m used to.”
He chuckled softly. “I think there’s maybe one or two buildings in
Faircrest that are this tall and they belong to one of the
resorts.”

“Housing?” Teague asked, trying to mask his
disappointment that Hoyt hadn’t gotten what he’d meant.

“One is, for the employees. The other is
their company headquarters.” He turned to look at Teague, smiling
slightly. “It would take time to get used to living here, where you
can’t see the next street over because there’s a row of skyscrapers
or high-rises in the way.”

“That’s only in parts of the city. We’ve got
plenty of parks and residential areas that are just homes.”

Hoyt nodded as he wandered back into the
living room.

Teague followed, asking, “Are you hungry?
There’s a great barbeque place a couple of blocks from here.”

“Walking distance?”

“Definitely, if you don’t mind the snow.”
Teague glanced at the large windows along one wall of the room.
“Which it seems to be doing again, so…”

Hoyt snorted. “You
do
realize where
I’m from—and recall the fact that is was snowing the whole time you
were there this time.”

“True. Okay, let’s get unpacked and we’ll
head out.”

They did, with Hoyt using the guest bedroom.
He changed into jeans and a heavyweight fisherman’s sweater over a
blue long-sleeved turtleneck and came back into the living room.
Teague—also in jeans but wearing a thick sweatshirt—looked him over
appreciatively. “That suits you.”

“Oh?”

“Yep. You look like you’re about to take off
for the ski slopes.”

“You have some here?” Hoyt asked in
surprise.

“Umm, given there are no mountains within
several hundred miles of here, that would be a no.”

“Figured as much. Good thing that’s not my
sport of choice.” He went to get his winter jacket, which Teague
had hung in the coat closet, handing Teague his at the same time.
“Okay, lead me to food.”

Grinning, Teague told him, “Just follow your
nose when we get down to the street.”