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Agent Ruskin?
Shane heard the pity in that voice and he couldn t stand it, couldn t understand it.
He shook his head.  That s it, that s what you have to say to me?
 We were just scratching an itch, Pablo said in a bland tone that grated.  Now you
know and you can move on to doing what your government pays you to do, be
somebody else.
 Bastard! Shane swung on him, punching Pablo in the jaw. The other man
staggered but didn t fall.  That s what this is about, isn t it, my job? Something that has
nothing to do with us. Nothing. Jesus, he sounded shrill and unbalanced.
 There is no us. At no time was there an us.
 You re a fucking liar, Castillo! Shane s voice cracked and broke under his shout.
 Is there a you and him? He pointed to the door.  Is that it? Now it s your turn to give
it to him like you gave it to me?
Pablo s blank stare mocked him and fired his blood. Shane lurched forward and
grabbed the front of Pablo s t-shirt.  Did you? Give him what you gave me? Did you
fuck him?
 That s what you re concerned about? Pablo s right eyebrow shot up.  You care
more about my dick game than your life, Agent? That tone taunted Shane.  Why don t
you leave?
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 No! The son of a bitch kept all his feelings locked up tight, he didn t even twitch
when Shane yanked him closer.  You wanted to hurt me, didn t you? Push me away in
a way your hands around my throat never could and you used him to do it. He had
Castillo s fucking number.  You wanted to rip me apart. His heart rejected the
anguished words he spoke, but Shane watched Pablo s eyes and he saw the truth in
them.
 You need to leave. Signs of strain showed at the corners of Pablo s mouth.
Shane shook his head.  No.
 Shane 
 No! Shane yelled. He pushed Pablo and the other man fell backward onto the
couch.  You want to hurt me? Let me show you how. He dropped to his knees
between Pablo s spread thighs, fingers making quick work of his zipper.  Let me show
you. He tugged down Pablo s jeans with rough hands, tears blurring his vision.
 Shane. The reticence in Pablo s voice didn t match his body s reaction because he
was hard, his thickness already pulsing as Shane palmed him and bent his head.
Ignoring Pablo s voice, Shane took him in his mouth, sucking him loud and rough.
Pablo grabbed his hair, pulling him off, but Shane dug his fingers in Pablo s hips and
hung on. Taking him deeper.
 Shane. Fuck! Pablo gasped and arched, but Shane remained focused on his
pleasure.
The hands in his hair alternated between pulling him off and pushing his face
deeper. Above his head, his lover cursed him, called him all kinds of bastard, vowing a
blowjob changed nothing. Shane ignored him, grunting around the pulsing cock in his
mouth. He sucked Pablo to the back of his throat again and again, bobbing his head,
hands at work removing his own sweats.
He drew back, relaxing his throat muscles, but Pablo gripped his nape and
slammed into his mouth.
 Ugh!
Shane stayed in place, mouth hanging open as he allowed Pablo to fuck his mouth
and when Pablo relaxed a bit, Shane pulled away and straddled him. Pablo s eyes were
narrow slits, his features bordering on pain as his mouth hung open.
 You want to hurt me? Shane pressed their foreheads together as he reached
behind, circled the cock nudging his entrance and guided it home. He held Pablo s
gaze, his own eyes threatening to close as he sank down.  This, this is how you hurt
me.
The stretch and burn of Pablo piercing him hitched his breath and dampened his
eyes.  Nothing hurts as good as when you re inside me, he whispered brokenly
against Pablo s ear.  Nothing. It s the sweetest pain.
Strong arms circled him, held him close.  Shane. Pablo thrust up into him,
wrenching a gasp from Shane s dry throat.
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Leaning away from their embrace, Shane met Pablo s glittering eyes.  Hurt me. He
moved then, lifted off Pablo s thighs then sank back down. God. He repeated the
movement, watching the effect it had on Pablo. His lover s pupils were blown to
kingdom come, his breath heavy pants as his nose flared and he tightened his hold on
Shane.
 Hurt me, J.P., he chanted as he rode his lover.  Hurt me good. Make me feel
you. The words fell from his lips as a prayer and he really wanted to ask for what he
knew he could never have.
Pablo s love.
Pablo palmed his ass, spreading each cheek, and thrust up into him. Hard and
punishing.
 Yes. Shane sank his nails into Pablo s shoulders and hung on, bouncing on Pablo
as the other man banged into him.  Do it. Make it hurt. Let me feel you.
Pablo tightened his hold on Shane and lifted him off.
 No! Shane lashed out as Pablo deposited him on to the couch.  You bastard.
Pablo grunted and sank to his knees, cutting off Shane s curses as Pablo deep
throated him.
 Oh. Oh God! Shane bucked and grabbed the edge of the couch to keep from
sliding to the floor.  Jesus. J.P. Wet suction echoed through the air, blending
effortlessly with Pablo s enthusiastic grunts and Shane s embarrassing cries.
Fingers pushed into him and he lifted his legs onto Pablo s shoulders, opening
himself wider, an offering. The man on his knees worked Shane s dick and hole
simultaneously, bobbing and thrusting, pegging Shane s prostate with those fucking
fingers.
 Goddamn. Goddamn! Shane s entire body trembled.  J.P. Please. Even his
words shook. Fire spread through him, red and bright.  Inside me. Oh God. He
palmed Pablo s nape, fucking up into his mouth even as he begged,  Need your cock.
Want it.
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