Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

Grayson's cock against his leg surprised the heck out of both of them. Mac's eyes went wide moments before his partner in crime fighting lifted up on his toes, making their lips connect.
    Of course all hell broke lose seconds after their kiss ended. The shootout, followed by disposing of bodies and the gathering of information meant they hadn't talked. Last night when Mac thought they were clear to figure this out, footsteps sounded outside their door. Hell, they couldn't catch a break. They'd been good, neither of them doing anything to draw suspicion. He and Grayson attended prayers five times today and would be here for the sixth prayer meeting. Whatever it took to keep up appearances. When asked, he'd done menial chores with a smile on his face. Now they were free to snoop and they'd successfully snuck away without being seen.
    Tonight, he'd force Grayson to talk. The search for Tyler and Cassidy took top priority, but they could spend a few minutes figuring this out.
    "You ready?" Grayson asked, his eyes diverted, only flashing towards Mac twice.
    "Yeah, you got your gun?"
    "Of course." Grayson stepped out of their bedroom and hung a left then took the hall to the right, searching for the entrance to the basement. Halfway down the corridor they struck gold. "It's locked. Got your pick?"
    "Yep." Quippy one-word answers were the hallmarks of their conversations, but the pink elephant in the room made him uncomfortable being so short with Grayson. They had to talk about the kiss.
    Mac worked on the lock while Grayson kept watch, his fine legs pressed up against Mac's crouched body. The scent of Grayson hit Mac and he wanted to bury his head between Grayson's legs and breathe in deep. Hell, he was driving himself crazy. Grayson wasn't interested in him that way. The kiss had been an accident, and he needed to stop obsessing about it. They were close to finding the kids. The trail pointed directly to them. He tasted victory. They'd rescue Tyler and Cassidy then get the hell out of here. Easy.
    The lock clicked open and Mac pushed through with Grayson following. The door slid closed behind them, locking as it shut. Mac stood still as Grayson pulled out his flashlight and flicked the device on, his breath hot on Mac's neck. Their bodies were close, too close. Too many things had passed between them for one kiss to ruin their working relationship.
    Grayson slowly stepped down the stairs, his feet sure on the slick concrete. Mac felt off kilter as he began his descent. The attraction had distracted him. No way he'd let this go on any further. When they hit the basement Mac grabbed Grayson's shoulder, halting his progress. He spun the smaller man around, pinning Grayson against the wall, ducking his head to whisper in his partner's ear.
    "I can't keep this up."
    "What?" Grayson's voice came out stiff, absent of emotions.
    Mac felt like a fool making a big deal out of this. He tried to back off when the door at the top of the stairs opened. Mac's heart raced and his stomach clenched. Grayson grabbed Mac's hand, pulling him behind a box and under the stairwell into a hidden cubbyhole. They were concealed, Grayson's flashlight off.
    Fucking close . A pair of feet tromped down stairs and disappeared behind a door at the end of the corridor. Mac turned to Grayson, ready to finish his conversation, tell him the kiss meant nothing when Grayson's hand pulled Mac's head down, and Grayson's tongue licked at his lips. Their hips were grinding together and Grayson's world-class boner poked his leg.
    Mac opened his mouth, granting Grayson's tongue access, allowing him to enter, twirling his hot, slick tongue in Mac's mouth while his hands sought out Mac's ass, squeezing and groping. Mac broke the kiss, their breath labored as they stood forehead to forehead, fighting to calm his breathing before someone else heard. Mac moved his head, lining up his lips to whisper in Grayson's ear.
    "Holy crap, you're getting me so hot."
    Grayson moaned, saying nothing, his tongue snaking out, licking Mac's neck. The heat under the stairs built and sweat began to trickle down Mac's back. "Grayson," Mac groaned.
    Grayson pulled away, his hands dropped from Mac and the air grew stiff. In the drop of a hat everything changed, like an artic chill descended, cooling them off. Mac didn't understand why Grayson had to make this so difficult. Whatever happened between them seemed to be more than two guys taking the edge off.
    Grayson stepped out of their