Her ass was nestled into my lap. Brock’s legs were twined with hers and mine. I took a deep breath, ready to roll away, but Brock’s eyes opened.
Those bright blue eyes that seemed to be able to see my soul peered at me. They burned with a heat I’d recognized from last night. His leg twitched under my hand, and when Carly burrowed deeper between us, I realized where Brock’s hand was and that it wasn’t just Carly’s ass that had caused the massive boner that was making me lightheaded.
Brock’s hand gripped Carly’s ass cheek…and also my dick. Lust pooled in my balls, making them ache so bad I couldn’t hold still. I thrust forward, and his hand tightened around me.
I swallowed. Brock’s eyes dropped to watch my mouth and throat. He leaned in, pressing himself closer. His eyes never left mine. I stared at his mouth as his tongue came out to lick his lips. My cock was hard enough to pound nails.
Watching Brock come closer, the heat in his eyes flashed. His lips were wet and pink, maybe even a little swollen and puffy from the night before. It sent a shot of adrenaline to my heart and lungs, causing my heart to race, and my breaths come in soft, shallow pants.
My brain screamed at me while my eyes drifted closed, reminding me that I wasn’t gay. I ignored it because everything in me wanted to know how his lips felt against mine. If they felt half as good as his hand did against my cock, I would…
BUZZ!
BUZZ!
Twin buzzes caused my eyes to flash open. Brock’s gaze met mine. The fire in his smoldering blue eyes went out immediately as the walls flew up, shutting out all the emotion as he backed away.
“Turn off the alarm,” mumbled a girlish voice. The sound was muffled by Brock’s chest and from under the riotous mess of hair.
I rolled my ass out of the bed to find our phones. My pants and Brock’s jeans were in a heap with a pair of tiny-ass tennis shoes and a miniskirt. I pulled my jeans on, leaving the fly open. I grabbed Brock and Carly’s clothes and headed back to the bedroom.
Brock was sitting on the side of the bed with his head in his hands while Carly climbed out of the bed, wrapping the sheet around her as she stared over her shoulder at Brock’s back. Carly walked by me, stopping to drop a kiss at the corner of my mouth. Brock glanced over at us but quickly turned away.
Carly took her clothes from me and said, “I had a blast last night, but I’ve gotta get out of here. Y’all be safe.”
She disappeared into the bathroom.
“You cool?” I asked once the bathroom door was shut.
Brock huffed a laugh. “Yeah, man. I’m cool.”
He stood, taking his jeans from me. I couldn’t help it when my eyes roamed his chest and abs. That need to touch and explore flared back to life as I stared at him.
My eyes returned to his face when I finally pulled my gaze away from his body. A confused Brock stared back at me. He’d been watching me check him out.
I sighed and pulled my phone from my pocket. “Fuck! We’ve been called to base. They’re deploying us today.”
Ten hours later, we were wheels up and headed to the sandpit. The brass had decided to send our team ahead of the rest of the unit to relieve the team already in country so they could rotate home after a couple of bad ops.
I’d wanted desperately to talk to Brock about what happened before we left so that we had all our shit together and there wasn’t any weirdness, but even after a week in Iraq, I still hadn’t broached the topic.
I was a complete chickenshit, but a week or so later, Brock found the nerve I didn’t think I ever would’ve.
“Do you do stuff like that often?” Brock asked as we sat out next to the fire pit, trying not to freeze our nuts off.
“Stuff like what?” I asked.
I knew what he meant, but I wasn’t ready to discuss it. I was fucking confused as fuck. The realization I’d had while I was balls-deep in Carly’s pussy had me fucked up.
He looked around before he simply said, “Carly.”
I stared straight into that fire, hoping the heat in my cheeks could be blamed on the heat from the flames.
“Woody? Did you hear me?” Brock asked.
I grabbed water and chugged it, tossing the empty bottle toward the trash can.
“Yeah, and no. Not often. I’ve done it a couple of times, but it’s not a regular thing.” I leaned forward, propping my elbows on my knees. I lowered my voice and asked, “Um, what about you?”
