“Little rancher is looking for a warm, slick place to play,” Wyl whispered in Rod’s ear.

“I need you inside me.” Rod gasped. “I’m so hot right now I may explode.”

Wyl positioned himself and swiped pre-cum from Rod’s rigid member. Combined with his own, he slicked up his cock and moved to Rod’s pucker before pushing inside.

“Your body is so amazing. So warm and tight.” Wyl moaned.

Those words caused Rod to gasp, “I’m cumming…”

Wyl’s orgasm built as Rod tightened around him. Intense waves of pleasure united them in passion. Rod shot jets of cum on their chests while Wyl filled Rod with his seed, squirting every time Rod’s orgasm spasmed. As the thrill waned, they collapsed in each other’s arms, spent and happy in the glow of their love.

“Wow,” Rod whispered, “You become better and better.”

“You make me better, babe,” Wyl said. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

They kissed, crawled out of bed, showered, shaved, groomed, and dressed for the day.

“What’s for breakfast?” Wyl asked.

“If we have Irish breakfast, we’ll have beans, grilled tomato slices, ham, and eggs,” Rod mentioned.

“Uhm…how about we skip the beans, slice but not grill the tomatoes, and scramble the eggs and ham.”

“Sounds perfect to me. You start the toast and coffee, and I’ll fix the ham and eggs.”

The aromas of ham, toast, and coffee filled the air as Rod added the eggs, ham, and sliced tomatoes to the plates. Wyl placed a couple of slices of buttered toast on each plate, and they sat down to a hot meal.

“What’s on tap for today?” Rod lifted a fork full of scrambled eggs to his mouth.

“We need to touch base with Chief Superintendent O’Brien.” He lifted the bite of ham to his mouth and savored the salty flavor.

“Are we meeting this guy, or what?” Rod nibbled on a corner of toast. “I’m still not clear about our involvement with local police.”

“Remember General Steinburg’s warning. We must avoid working with the police,” Wyl said. “Honeymooners wouldn’t include police visits on their agenda.”

“Excellent point,” Rod said. “Let’s find out what O’Brien suggests.”

Wyl put down his fork, shoved his empty plate forward, and crossed his arms on the table. “Here in Ireland, I am more uncertain than ever. Too many unknowns and too many unfamiliar people.”

Rod grasped Wyl’s hand. “Babe, we will be fine. You met lots of new people in the past year, right? You now count as friends, people you never met before you and I connected. And you reunited with Stewy and met Matthew, an old and new friend. Meeting new people is something we're both comfortable with. So, relax. We’ll be a hit here.”

Wyl sighed and laced their fingers together. “You’re right. I’m supposed to be the strong one. The one with military experience. But babe, you’re my strength to guide us through this. You aren’t phased by uncertainty.” Wyl paused. “Do you realize how much I love you?”

Rod chuckled. “Not fazed by uncertainty, huh? Remember the two weeks after our first encounter? Remember Shifty? I am no stranger to the angst of not knowing.”

Wyl squeezed Rod’s hand. “Yes, but you powered through those situations and came out smiling. Watching you handle things makes me stronger.”

Rod smiled. “I think we give each other strength.”

Wyl pulled Rod into a quick kiss. “Thank you. Now, let’s clean up breakfast. I want to call O’Brien before lunch and find out what awaits.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

“Chief Superintendent’s Office,” Sergeant Healy said. “Healy speaking.”

“Wyl Sterling for Chief Superintendent O’Brien.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Sterling. One moment while I connect you.”

“Wyl Sterling on the phone for you, chief.” Healy raised his voice, their office intercom.

“O’Brien,” the Chief Superintendent answered.

“Chief Superintendent? Wyl Sterling here.”

“Sterling. Take down this number.” O’Brien got to the point.

Wyl reached for a pen and paper. “Ready.”

“091-851-9876”

“Got it.” Wyl disconnected the call and dialed the new number.

“What’s happening?” Rod asked.

“I’ll tell you in a minute.” Wyl waited for O’Brien to answer.

“O’Brien,” the Chief answered.

“Sterling here.”

“Use only this number for communication, Sterling. Are you on a secure cell phone?”

“Yes, sir. I understand you will be our primary point of contact with Garda during our mission.”

“Aye,” O’Brien said. “The Commissioner briefed me on the mission.”

“I am glad you understand why we are here, Chief. What’s next?”

“Two British undercover operatives, James Pearson and Glenn Cross, live in your flat complex. They are involved in the same mission but otherwise not tied to Garda. Pearson is your liaison with me.”

“Understood, sir.”

“He is a musician. He plays at a local gay pub in the evenings.”

“Perfect, sir,” Wyl made notes to share with Rod.