“You’re carrying?”
“Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t mind if I borrowed one of the shoulder holsters hanging on the back of the bathroom door for the gun you gave me earlier.”
“Damn it,” Saxon released Rick’s wrists. He needed his hands free to work the buckles on the underarm holster. His fingers fumbled, and for a man who prided himself on his steady hands, it frustrated him that it took more than a couple of tries to work the leather through the metal.
“Hurry,” Rick encouraged.
“You grinding against my dick isn’t gonna make this go any faster.” Saxon widened his hips, making room for Rick’s knee. More room meant more pressure against his erection, but it was taking all the control he could muster to keep from ripping Rick’s clothes off and taking him, right here against the wall.
Finally, the buckles decided to cooperate, and he tugged the holster and its weapon free from Rick’s body. “Safety is on?”
“Yes.”
The weapon hit the floor with a thud, only slightly muted by the leather that encased it. Saxon lifted his chin, trying hard to remind his dick that the zipper marks from his pants were only gonna get worse before it got some relief. He needed to stop, but why couldn’t he seem to find the willpower?
“At last.” Rick’s fingers tugged at Saxon’s shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of his pants. His fingers searched for skin, stroking across Saxon’s belly. They hit something sharp, and he jerked his hand back. “Ouch.”
“Shit, sorry,” Saxon cupped Rick’s hand and lifted it to his mouth. He sucked the bleeding finger into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, sucking gently, before pulling off with a pop. “Knife.” he explained. He released Rick’s finger and leaned back enough to open the button on his camo pants. Dragging down the zipper, he winced as the metal ran down the length of his dick. Thankfully, it missed catching on his skin. A zipper-trapped dick would be a huge mood killer and killing the mood was so not what he was going for here.
Tugging at the custom flap in the waistband, he pulled the blade free and dropped it to the floor next to Rick’s gun.
The beeping of a cell phone paused his words, a harsh reminder of all the reasons why he—why they—shouldn’t be doing this. Even so, they both growled in frustration.
“You need to get that… don’t you?” Disappointment laced Rick’s words, doing awesome things for Saxon’s ego.
Saxon scowled in the direction of the phone. He already knew who and what it was, but answering was not something he wanted to do right this second. His hands were busy, his brain filled with Rick. Cell phones and calls to arms… not where he wanted his focus to be at all. “I should, but I don’t want to.”
“No, you should. I understand. It could be important.” Of course, he had to be logical. Rick knew his messages on that cell were important.
With a deep moan, Saxon stepped away from him and reached for the cell, reading the screen.Fabulous timing, you couldn’t have waited another half an hour?Not that half an hour would have been enough time for what he wanted, but still… “It’s my boss, we gotta get moving.”
“I know.”
“What?”What do you know?Why was his brain refusing to cooperate? Seriously, conversations shouldnotbe this difficult. Shit, were they back to Rick knows again?
“That we need to get moving, have the debrief with your team, and call my boss.” Rick attempted to button his shirt, but with so many buttons missing, it was impossible. “I’m going to need another shirt.”
“Nah, we’ll just stay here and finish this.”
What are you talking about? Idiot.Saxon’s his brain was telling him what he really wanted. He seriously considered it… then the logical side of him stepped in.Nope, we shouldn’t do that, no matter how much we want to.
“All my life, I have been the batshit one. The one who needs the adrenaline rush of danger to make me focus, which makes me a little insane, maybe.” Rick gripped Saxon’s chin. “Do not try to make me the sane one in the house. I won’t allow it.”
“Yeah,” Saxon scrubbed a hand down his face, brushing Rick’s hand off his chin, “You’re right, you turning logical would be a tragedy.” His cell chirped again. “I’ll just answer this.”
“I’ll be here.”
Saxon winced as he shoved his dick back into place and zipped his pants. Even now, the lingering taste of Rick’s mouth teased him. Tempted him. Dared him to allow this to go further. He needed a reality check… stat, and there was nobody better to give a dose of reality than his boss. Reaching for the cell, he swiped across the screen, “Go.”
“Debrief now, where the fuck are you?”
Smack! There it was… the virtual smack on the back of the head that he needed to remind him of what he should be doing.Thank you, Noble.“Sorry, Boss. We’re coming now.”
No, you aren’t… cuming ain’t happening ‘til at least the debrief is finished.
The cell went dead in his hand, and he glanced at the screen. He already knew what he would see, yup, Noble had hung up on him. As he lowered the phone from his ear, he caught a whiff of his underarm stench.Ugh, fabulous, late and still not showered.
Walking to the bathroom, he turned on the faucet, splashed water on his face and stared at his reflection in the mirror, “This is not me, what the fuck am I doing?” A niggling voice in the back of his head laughed at him. It told him it was official, he was his own kind of special fucked up snowflake if he thought wanting more with Rick wasn’t him. Gah, he didn’t have time to figure this shit out.
