Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
“I should never have let you know I hated that nickname,” Valenti grumbled, still trying not to look in the mirror. Honestly, he didn’t see how the hell O’Brian’s jeans stayed on at all. He wore them so tight over his round, firm ass, they always seemed in imminent danger of spontaneous combustion -- the way Valenti felt any time he was around his partner lately. Since he and O’Brian were almost always around each other, it was creating something of a problem for him.
“Make ya a deal: I promise not to call you by your abuelita’s nickname for you, if you’ll just hurry the hell up with the unpacking. I wanna go check this place out -- it’s s’posed to be really ritzy.” O’Brian sat up suddenly on the bed.
“Almost done. Can’t wait to get out there and shake your groove thang, huh, partner?” Valenti answered, trying to get back to their normal banter. He risked a look in the mirror and saw his own worried eyes looking back.
“You know it babe -- I’m hot.” O’Brian jumped off the bed and did a few impromptu dance steps to prove it, shaking his round ass for the benefit of Valenti and thousands of adoring invisible fans.
Valenti shook his head in mock exasperation. This was the first really big case they’d been assigned since O’Brian’s near-fatal stabbing over six months ago, and his partner was a ball of nervous energy.
“Get outta here,” he growled, slapping O’Brian on the back with a folded undershirt. “Go explore on your own for a while and leave me to finish unpacking in peace. Just try to stay out of trouble, and I’ll meet you later.”
“You sure you wanna risk some other daddy bear grabbin’ my tender virgin ass when you’re not there to protect me?” O’Brian grinned and batted surprisingly long eyelashes. He stripped off his leather jacket, revealing the familiar furry chest underneath a skin-tight white T-shirt.
Twonnie, their consultant about all things gay, had tried his best to convince O’Brian to wax, arguing that gay men in general and boy toys in particular didn’t go for that much body hair. But O’Brian had adamantly refused. Secretly, Valenti was glad about that -- his partner wouldn’t have been the same without the mat of wiry, reddish-gold hair that decorated his well-defined chest.
Still posing for his fans, O’Brian preened for the mirror. “I’m a hot little twinkie.” The skin-tight jeans clung lovingly to his plush ass and outlined his heavy cock, which bulged suggestively through the worn material.
Valenti groaned and rolled his eyes in mock disgust, although he privately agreed with his partner’s assessment of his own body. “Would you get outta here?” He shook his head sarcastically. “You’re driving me nuts with your blatant sexuality.” In fact, he was more than half hard from watching his partner move so provocatively, but he kept up their usual casual banter, hoping O’Brian wouldn’t notice. There was no reason for his partner to be looking at his crotch anyway. O’Brian didn’t swing that way, no matter what Valenti had been wishing lately.
“I’m goin’ already.” O’Brian threw one last grin over his shoulder as he sashayed to the door of their suite in that hip-rolling, ass-shaking swagger he had perfected for this assignment. “But you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.”
“Yeah, I’ll miss you like a bad rash,” Valenti said lamely and made as if to throw a pair of rolled-up socks at his partner’s head. Pretending to duck, O’Brian scooted out the door quickly, only to open it a second later, poking his head through the crack to say, “See ya later -- daddy.” The socks hit the door as he banged it shut with a flourish, and Valenti could hear him laughing all the way down the hall of the luxurious resort.
Valenti closed his eyes and sank onto the plush surface of the bed, his broad shoulders hunched in defeat. He had a bad feeling about this assignment. A feeling that it could alter their partnership forever. He wondered again how he and O’Brian had ever let themselves be talked into going undercover in the country’s largest gay resort.
His mind flashed back to the scene in Captain Harris’s office a week ago ...
Chapter Two
“Got something for you two.” Harris was quieter than usual, almost subdued, Valenti thought. He studied their captain, waiting to hear what he wanted. Harris’s usually neat gray hair was rumpled as though he had been running both hands through it, and his red-and-yellow “power tie” was pulled loose so that the knot hung a good three inches below his collar. It was an unheard-of informality in a man who valued an orderly personal appearance.
“Yeah?” Beside him, O’Brian slouched easily on the arm of Valenti’s chair rather than getting one of his own, legs spread wide to give his heavy cock more room in the skin-tight pants he habitually wore. He had one arm thrown around his partner’s shoulders in a comradely fashion.