Fuck it all, he needed to get that.
His commanding officer was one of the handful of people who knew where he was staying. The others being his mother and father and his brother Jase. The latter was the reason he hesitated to grab the receiver.
Damn. No.
But shit. Yes.
“I need to be sure it’s not my CO,” he said, his vocal cords rough from heavy breathing.
Sadie released his dick from her mouth, giving it a quick kiss at the tip that made him reconsider stepping to the phone and picking up the receiver.
Yeah, this was the best furlough he’d ever experienced.
The shrill ring echoed through the room again.
A firm dressing down from the higher-ups bore into his thoughts.
Right. He had to take care of this.
Still exposed from the waist down, he dropped his ass to the bed and picked up the receiver.
Sadie snuggled in behind him.
She’d lost her top on her trip to the bed, her satin bra tossed to the floor with her shirt. Her bare breasts now pressed against his shoulder blades.
That was a fuckuva lot better than the emergency exit sign on the door.
“Dvornakov,” he said into the receiver, stroking her arms draped over his shoulders.
“You are in. Vonderful. I’ll be right there,” his grandmother said on the other end of the line.
Fuck no.
He pulled a pillow over his lap to cover himself. His dick shriveled against the linen pillowcase.
“Wait,” he said, the desperation clear in his tone, even to him. But the line had already gone dead. “Shit,” he said into the vacant line.
Sadie hadn’t moved. “Everything okay?”
“No.” He held the pillow over his junk, stood, and yanked up his pants. “My grandmother is on her way here.”
Sadie’s eyes got extra big and she snatched the other pillow off the bed to cover her breasts.
That was a shame.
“That’s not good,” she said.
No, it was not good.
His grandmother was elderly, but she was spry, and who knew how quickly she’d make it to the Holiday Inn.
It’d either be two hours, if she got distracted by the Macy’s display at Cherry Creek Mall, or ten minutes, if it was urgent and she didn’t stop to window-shop.
“You want me to go?” She had already begun putting her bra back on.
“No.” He shook his head. He did not want her to go.
“I should go,” she said softly. “I mean, it’s nice that you don’t mind if I stay. But your grandma doesn’t need to meet your latest Denver fling.”
