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

“Vikushka!” Nikoloz’s voice quavered. Vincent loved it when the man started to lose that vaunted control, when he accepted that Vincent was in charge. The only thing he liked better was watching Nikoloz’s face when he climaxed.


Vincent worked the lube deep within his partner’s ass. “Another handful, please,” he said and spread that one over his throbbing cock. He pressed the head against Nikoloz’s asshole, and Nikoloz groaned and spread his legs wider. The first time they’d made love, Vincent had worried about the slender man, about whether he could even take that thick cock up his ass. He still got a sense of amazement watching his shaft slide through that tight opening.


Chapter 13