Iris steps forward, so I take a step back. I have a competency kink, and you weren’t competent at anything back then other than getting in trouble.” “What makes you think I would’ve been so easy back then? I really disliked you. “Man, if I’d known ten years ago about you, we would’ve been fucking in every secret hiding spot at the base.” “I mean, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “More than I should,” I admit and then curse myself.

“Mmm, you like that idea, don’t you?” He glances down at my crotch, but I’m covering my wood with … well, actual wood. He’s only saying this to get a rise out of me, and the annoying thing is, it’s working. That would’ve been the better response, but I all I can think about is Iris’s fist wrapped around his cock, his abs tightening as he jerks himself off until he comes all over his skin. “Oh, come on, I was at least expecting an ‘Of course you’d find yourself so sexy you have to moan your own name while rubbing one out.’” “That’s an image I do not need in my head.” “Okay, so we’ll take the wood but tell them I’m going to bed to jerk off, and unless they all want to listen in, they should go back inside.” “And who will believe that?” I point behind him where there’s enough firewood to last a few months of constant burning. Maybe we go back out there and say Trav’s stocks were low and we couldn’t find any.” “We’ll stock up outside.” Then he cocks his head. Iris passes me a bag of firewood from the storage bunker by shoving it into my chest. It’s against Mike Bravo’s rules to fraternize with other team members, and I always follow orders.īut something tells me Iris might be worth the insubordination. And the truth is, I’ve always wanted him. I’m no longer closeted or scared to live my truth. He’s as irresistibly snarky as he always was, only there’s a big difference this time. Mike Bravo saved my life, and they want me to join them, but there’s one small problem. I was raised to be a soldier.īut when a top-secret mission fails, I find myself suddenly discharged with nowhere to go. Military life is all I’ve known since I was born.

I’m not called Iris “I require intense supervision” for nothing.

Now my boss wants to recruit him, and I can’t wait to rub it in his face that he was rescued by me. Because one of those men happens to be the golden boy from my basic training days.īrock “Saint” Harlow was a walking Captain America in the flesh. And because I work for Mike Bravo, a private black-ops firm, it’s my job to go into dangerous situations.īut when we’re called in to extract a military team from a hostile situation, the thrill is so much better.

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