Cold War, hot spies, y'all. Vincent and Kolya are back -- in the Deep South. They must protect a brilliant chemist and his family while the man completes the new formula he's promised to sell to T.H.R.U.S.T.<br><br>The assignment should have been a piece of pecan pie, but F.I.S.T. has its eye on the formula, and the local rednecks take exception to a bunch of Damn Yankees moving into their territory. Can the two spies keep the family safe? Will the doctor's two precocious children sabotage the whole assignment?<br><br>And what about Vincent and Kolya's new relationship? This is their first assignment since they made the decision to move in together. Can they cope with the strain of the job ... and the humidity? Or will their new romance be put on the back burner along with the grits and collard greens?

Southern Fried Spies

“Yebl menya,” Nikoloz begged, dropping his head onto Vincent’s shoulder. “Hard, Vikushka.”


Vincent thrust forward, shoving Nikoloz back against the wall. His hips pounded Nikoloz’s ass, shaking him back and forth until he moaned and clung to Vincent’s neck with both arms. Vincent’s thick cock slid in and out, spreading Nikoloz wide. Nikoloz’s cock hardened, sliding back and forth between their bellies. He writhed in Vincent’s grasp, trying to ease the building pressure against his partner’s stomach.


Vincent’s breathing quickened as he neared climax. He grunted as he thrust harder and harder, his legs trembling. Nikoloz pulled him close and hung on as Vincent’s spasms rocked them both. Hot cream spurted deep within his ass as Vincent’s cock erupted. His balls throbbed at the thought of his partner’s come filling him up.


Chapter 7