“No, you’d be the only plan if we aligned more.”
Laughter I couldn’t stop exploded from within, covering up the “Bullshit” that also burst forth. Parker Holt limiting himselfwas laughable. He’d never have an only anything. The SEAL mantra of “Two is one, and one is none” lived and breathed in even the tiniest aspect of his life.
“A regular club…”
“Jesus. You’re robbing me of all the fun. Why do I put up with you?”
My mouth dropped open, only the words, “My stellar ass,” died on my tongue as Commander Turner strolled into the ops room that my office windows faced.
“I’ll go, just because I want to get laid. Now, get your ass off my desk. I need to get this done before Turner eats my ass,” I said with a jut of my chin toward where the Navy officer stood.
Parker looked over his shoulder, then pushed to his feet, his hands sliding into his uniform pockets as he let out a long, low whistle. “Fucking beautiful waste of such a fine male specimen. The gays should mourn his straightness.”
“How do you know he’s not…?”
“Because if he were, I’d have tapped that. More than once.”
I shook my head and laughed. “Go away. I need to finish this shit if I want to go out.”
I groaned, condemning myself for agreeing to go with him as he disappeared through the door with a wave. My gaze found his gorgeous ass and watched it until the man was out of sight. My cock twitched in my pants, making me thank God for the metal government-issued desk I sat behind.
Fuck me. I needed to learn how to tell him no. The sex was amazing, yes, but I wanted a relationship, not more random, meaningless hookups. Vowing to myself to go home alone if the plan to meet someone else didn’t work out, I turned back to the reports I’d been poring over before Parker’s interruption.
Takeout and a six-pack in hand, I made my way into my apartment and toed off my shoes hours later than I had planned. Work turned chaotic as it tended to do at the end of the day, and now I just wanted to watch the Sox game, eat dinner, and throw back a few beers.
I dropped onto the sofa and flipped on the game. I rarely had time to watch a game live, and since my head was no longer in the mood for a night at the club, this was the next best choice for the night.
At the start of the seventh-inning stretch, the tacos were just a memory, and the last beer beckoned me from the coffee table. As I reached for it, a fist beat on the door of my apartment. The thought of ignoring it barely entered my mind when the sound stopped, only to be replaced.
“Open up, dammit! You’re not off the hook!”
My head fell back on the sofa cushions before my feet fell from the coffee table to the floor. Fuck my life and the asshole determined to fuck up the buzz I had going.
“Oh, Danny Boy!”
Surging to my feet before he could break into song, I moved across the room. His smug face appeared when I yanked open the door.
“Whatever the fuck you’re selling, I’m not buying.”
“Ha ha. Why aren’t you dressed?” He asked, pushing into the apartment, his knuckles grazing my cock as he walked by me. A smirk twitched at his lips at the twitch my cock gave.
Jerk.
I glanced down, sighed, then shut the door. “Clearly, I’m dressed, and you know it since you groped me.”
The hint of a smirk grew to a grin, and his eyebrows bounced. “Not for what we have planned, you aren’t.”
“Parker…”
“Nope. Get dressed. If the intel you gave the team today is accurate…”
“You second-guessing my intel?”
“Never. You’ve always been spot-on. I’m just saying if it pans out, we’re heading out of the country, and I plan to be completely fucked out and needing a break when I board that plane.”
He had a point.
I sighed, pulled the button-up out of my pants, and, starting at the top, undid the buttons.
