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Levi’s rhythm began to falter, his body stiffening against Marsh’s, muscles coiled tight with tension on the knife’s edge of release.
“Open your eyes, Levi. I want you to see us come.”
Blue eyes shot open, and Marsh released his balls. Levi’s hips jerked, come spilling over their fists, his teeth digging into the bandana as he groaned, long and ragged. Levi falling apart was Marsh’s favorite sound. He drew it out, pounding his prostate, heightening the sensation, making Levi’s ass clench tight around Marsh’s cock as he emptied inside him.
Levi’s satisfied pants were another of Marsh’s favorite sounds, one of the first that came back to him after their lovemaking. He pulled the gag out of Levi’s mouth so he could enjoy the full effect. So he could angle Levi’s face in for a kiss, lips brushing in the aftermath of the blinding pleasure that still regularly overtook them. “You’re amazing,” Marsh whispered.
“My ass is amazing.” Levi grinned. “Your cock too.”
“And that toy,” Marsh said, eyeing the blue plug still vibrating on the floor.
“If my limbs weren’t Jell-O, I’d go pick it up.”
“We do have to get out of this chair sometime today.”
“Boo,” Levi said with a pout.
Someone else made the decision for them, twin calls of “Boys!” and “Dads!” echoing from below.
“We’re coming!” Marsh shouted back.
“Past tense,” Levi muttered, and Marsh lost it, burying his laughter in Levi’s neck, squeezing the witty, beautiful man in his arms with all the love his heart would never be big enough to contain.
Seven
Levi was still riding the morning’s high as he crossed the FBI bullpen to the conference room, Marsh at his side, his big hand nestled where it belonged at the small of Levi’s back. Their lovemaking had been exhilarating—hot, wild, a little naughty—and one hundred percent the connection they’d needed after the past few days. Then after they’d cleaned up and headed downstairs, they’d stolen a few extra minutes with their family over a raucous, delicious breakfast. Between Camilla’s and Irina’s latest exploits, including Casseroles for Cows, a deviously delectable plan for passing a local conservation measure, updates on the goats David had helped deliver last summer, and enough teasing to make poor Brax blush, Levi had left the house with an even wider smile on his face than when he’d first come downstairs.
Days like these, Levi thanked his lucky stars. He’d had it all early on—the love of a good woman, an incredible son, a tight-knit family. Then lost it when cancer had taken David’s mother’s life. In the aftermath, his heart broken, the rising tide of debt and responsibility drowning him, Levi had drifted from his son, his family, and his friends. And then the cowboy hacker at his side had sauntered into his life and lassoed him out of his misery, helping Levi reconnect with his own family and bringing Levi and David into his. And even working together, Levi never found himself wishing for time away from Marsh. He always wanted more, wanted everything.
Marsh leaned closer as they approached the conference room door. “Wipe that smug grin off your face or everyone is gonna know how hard I railed you this morning.”
Levi’s cheeks burned, his blush never something he could control, especially around Marsh. “Now they’re definitely gonna know.”
Turned out there were only two people in the room who might notice—Jamie and Aidan—and both of them were too wrapped up in the folders and papers strewn across the table to even notice they’d entered the room.
Levi cleared his throat. “Good news or bad news?”
“Bit of both,” Jamie said, glancing up. “We know why Press got a good deal on the house.”
“That’s more than we knew yesterday.”
“That’s the only good part,” Aidan said as he stood. “Turns out Press bought a murder house.”
“Not exactly,” Jamie replied.
“But not far off.” Aidan grabbed their mugs and met Marsh by the coffeemaker, spinning up refills while Levi slid into the chair across from Jamie.
“Start from the top,” Levi said.
Jamie withdrew a green folder from the rainbow stack to his left and slid it across the table. “Property records. First deed is the one for Press’s purchase from Dwight Cousins. Second is from when Cousins purchased the property.”
Levi briefly scanned Press’s deed; nothing unusual. He flipped to the prior deed. Similarly benign, though the house had been owned in trust. Not an uncommon tax strategy in California. “Eloise Ward signed for the Ward Family Trust. Did she live there?”
“Hold that thought,” Jamie said. “Notice anything else?”
Levi flipped back to Press’s deed, examining it more closely. Then to Cousins’s. All looked in—Wait! He checked the date on Press’s, then on Cousins’s, surprised at how close they were. “He didn’t hold on to it long.”
Marsh slid into the chair beside him. “Property values do escalate like magic beanstalks around here.” He handed Levi a cup of tea, then scooted back in his chair, nursing his bean water. “Or maybe Cousins was a flipper. Or maybe he was like Agent Kim and couldn’t take the planes.”
