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I know he just came, but fuck, I want him again.

“Thank you,” he says above me. “I’ll get everything to you as quickly as I can, but I’m out of the country for a few more days.”

Once he hangs up, I pepper him with questions, between licking and sucking on his skin.

“What are we getting to whom?”

“That was the fucking Coast Guard,” Logan says. “Someone flagged my name from the Auxiliary application I sent in months ago. The actual U.S. Coast Guard wants to hire me as a civilian contractor to help train their pilots as well as those in the Auxiliary,” he says with wonder.

“Baby! That’s great news!”

I spring to my feet and engulf him in my arms. His arms immediately wrap around me, and his lips find my neck.

Pushing my hips forward, I groan as my cock slides against his.

“We were in need of something to celebrate,” I mumble, sliding my hands to his ass.

“I’m pretty sure being alive and together is enough reason to celebrate all the time,” he says.

Breakfast totally forgotten, we land on the bed in a frenzy of moans, bite marks, and groping hands.

Chapter 49

Logan

“Chase, my dick is going to fall off if you don’t give me a chance to recover,” I laugh, as his big body presses me against the side of the pool, his hands planted on the concrete pool deck on either side of my shoulders.

“But the water feels so fucking good,” he whines.

I know we’re drawing stares, but I can’t tell if it’s because people recognize us from the news, or if we’re being obnoxiously affectionate.

Not that I really care either way.

Chase has his hand down my swim trunks when the movement of someone approaching catches my attention over Chase’s shoulder, and I extract his fingers from my shorts.

“Thought we recognized you two over here. You guys are quite the celebrities,” Camille says.

“That story was insane,” Kayla adds, setting her phone and drink on the edge of the pool as Chase moves me to stand in front of him, no doubt trying to conceal his erection.

“The whole fucking day was insane,” Chase laughs.

“I can’t even imagine,” Camille says. “We won’t interrupt long, as I’m sure you guys haven’t gotten a chance to really enjoy your vacation yet, but I, uh, I’m not sure where you’re from, but we saw the interview, and I just wanted to let you know that my aunt works at Dana-Farber, and I’d be happy to put you in touch.”

Chase slaps the water in excitement, spraying us all.

“Are you serious?” he asks.

“Who’s Dana-Farber?” I ask, totally confused as I wipe water from my eyes.

“Not who, what. It’s one of the leading hospitals in the world for cancer treatment and research for adults and kids. They pioneered the first temporary remission of cancer in kids, which was a huge breakthrough in leukemia treatment. And it’s in Boston!” he practically yells.

Laughing, Camille says, “So, that’s a yes?”

“God, yes, please,” Chase says. “I’ll give you my phone number, email, Social Security number, blood type, bank account, dick size, whatever you need.”

“Let’s start with the phone number,” she replies, still laughing. “I can’t make any promises, but a lot of the time, medicine is about who you know.”

“Don’t I know it,” Chase grumbles.