“Whatever. We’ll meet around seven forty-five for dinner,” Paige said.
“See you then,” Addison said.
Devon handed the phone back to Graham. “Let us know if anything changes.”
Addison headed to the bathroom as soon as they got to their room while Devon went to the large duffle bag on the couch. Unzipping it, he found two backpacks, his and Addison’s vests, communication devices, holsters, weapons, ammo, and two sets of night-vision goggles. Damn. Connie had really come through. One of these days, he’d figure out who she really was and how she was connected. Today, he was simply glad she was on their side.
He kicked off his shoes and stretched out on the bed, arms stacked behind his head. When Addison returned to the bedroom, she lay down next to him, not touching.
“Will you go back to Texas when we’re done?” he asked.
“I suppose. My parents will probably want Braedon to stay with them once the military’s finished reintegrating him. At least for a little while.”
“And you’ll want to be close to Braedon.” It made sense that she’d want to be near her family. “Will you stay in Texas?”
“No.” She rolled on her side, facing him, and tucked her head into the pillow. “Was that what you were going to ask me?”
“When?” he asked.
“On the beach. You started to ask me something but got interrupted,” she said.
Now was his chance. A small window of opportunity to ask her to come to Charleston after Braedon was rescued and settled. And he didn’t have the balls to do it. Not tonight. She was worried about the extraction. He didn’t blame her—he was nervous as well, but not any more than usual before an op. There were a lot of moving parts and unknowns, and so many things could go wrong.
Which is why she needed to be focused on the mission. Not his need to figure out what happened next.
He shook his head. “Something like that. I don’t remember exactly.”
Her blue eyes searched his for several moments. “Maybe you’ll remember later.”
“Maybe.”
Her eyelids lowered but didn’t close all the way.
“What’s going on in your head?” he asked.
“I’m scared,” she whispered. “If something goes wrong…”
“Hey. Come here.” He gathered her in his arms, tucking her close to his side so her head rested in the pocket of his shoulder. “I’m not going to promise everything’s going to go according to plan—no plan survives first contact with the enemy. But we know what we’re doing, and we will get Braedon and Michael free.”
He angled his head back to look at her. “Believe me?”
She nodded against his chest.
“Good. Try to get some sleep. It’s going to be a long night.”
When he woke a few hours later, the spot next to him was empty and the shower was running. Briefly, he considered joining her. He checked his watch, noting they had a little more than an hour before they had to meet for dinner. That might give him enough time to get ready afterward, but it probably wasn’t enough for Addison.
But imagining her in the shower, running her soapy hands over her tits then down her stomach to her sweet pussy, only fired up his libido. Palming his dick through his jeans, he rubbed the rough fabric over the sensitive skin. He needed to rub one out before dinner and he didn’t want to wait until he was in the shower.
Unfastening his pants, he wrapped his hand around the shaft while picturing Addison. Was she as horny as he was? Was she getting herself off in the shower? Did she use her fingers or one of the detachable shower heads?
The image morphed so he was in the shower with her, using the shower head along with his tongue. A bead of pre-cum escaped, and he squeezed his eyes closed, pressing his head into the pillow.
Something warm and wet licked the tip of his dick, and he jerked.
“What the hell?”
Addison stood next to the bed, wearing a towel and a smirk and nothing else.
