He comes up behind me to burrow his face in the crook of my neck while his hands wander all over my body like it’s merely an extension of his own. Always at his disposal to use or to caress, and I wish I had the backbone to tell him to fuck off instead of leaning into his demanding touch.
“You were an absolute asshole yesterday,” I mumble. “Plus, I need to shower, so get out of here.”
“Could get you real dirty,” he growls, and the sound of his voice goes straight to my cock. He forces me to tilt my head to the side, licking a strip up my throat. “So it’s worth the shower.”
“You’re unbearable.”
The way my cock is straining the fabric of my boxers makes me think turning around isn’t the best idea. Yet, if I staylike this, I’ll be bent over the sink in approximately two minutes, which means I won’t be able to talk to him.
When I finally find the mental strength to move, I take in Logan’s outfit with raised eyebrows. He’s not in uniform, instead wearing a pair of cargos and one of those ridiculously tight shirts. The little slut came here with a clear mission.
“I need to talk to you about something,” I say, and he takes a step back.
“If it’s another lecture about how you want me to deal with captives—“
“It’s not,” I say, taking a deep breath before I continue. “I want to keep her.”
“Are you serious right now? Did you hit your head? Is there a gas leak somewhere in the building?”
“I am serious, Logan. She’s sweet, pretty, and—“ Feverishly, I try to come up with another killer argument. “Andyoubrought up having a permanent third. She’s perfect, trust me.”
“I meant something like exchanging fucking phone numbers with a girl, Max. Honestly, that is the worst idea you’ve had in like—forever. This is deranged, even by our standards.”
“But—“
“Nobut,” he says, putting his hand over my mouth. “The sane one is talking.”
I paw at his hand, and he grips my face harder.
“She is a captive, Max, not someone we picked up at a bar. She is currently sitting in a cell because of her involvement in a crime, and now you want to keep her? Like she’s a puppy you found on the side of the road?”
After what feels like forever, Logan finally removes his hand from my face.
“She begged me to let her stay here,” I say, leaving out the fact thatIplanted the idea in her head.
“You are aware that your little obsession is married?”
“Fuck that guy, he doesn’t care about her,” I spit out.
“Just so you know, I’m this close to dragging you over to the medical wing because there’s clearly something wrong with you. Maybe it’ll help if I say it slowly: We kidnapped her, Max. Abducted, if you prefer that word. You’re dancing on the fine line to ending up in a true crime documentary.”
“That’s rich, coming from you,” I say as I step out of my boxers and into the shower cabin. “Given that I had to helpyoupull your hand out of someone’s ribcage a few months ago, but sure, I am the problem.”
The sound of running water drowns out Logan’s mumbled complaints.
“Let me sum this up for you,” he says, ripping the flimsy shower curtain open. “I have to get myself in trouble for keeping her hidden on base because you, for whatever reason, suspect she’sperfect. A sentiment I do not share, in case that wasn’t clear yet.”
“Yep,” I say. “And an apology would be appropriate, you know, since you threatened to break her hands.”
“I’ll apologize by fucking her pretty face; that enough for you?” he growls, closing the shower curtain when I spray him with water.
“Maybe apologize before doing that.”
“I hate you.”
I rush through the rest of my morning routine and wrap a towel around my hips before stepping out of the small shower cabin. Logan runs his hand over his buzz cut when I lean against the sink, his wish to destroy my plan written all over his face.
“If you mess this up, it’s on you. And trust me, sunshine, you do not want to fuck this up because the way I’ll punish you if you do—“
