Page 76 of Assassin

Yeah, and Storm had done the same thing.

Look how that ended.

“How about we get you cleaned up, and then, we’ll work on all of this later?”

He nodded.

Because he was weak, Poe pulled him up, and it wasn’t easy.

Gamble was over six feet tall, and Poe was the average height for a man, just under six feet. There was no doubt they weighed about the same now, but when Gamble put the weight back on, he’d be difficult to move.

From his military file, he could see that he was a big man with muscles and bulk.

Now he was a walking skeleton.

Poe couldn’t wait to get him back to the land of the living.

“I’m going to help you out of your sweats and boxer briefs. While you were sleeping, I had Reginald go buy you some new things to make you feel comfortable.”

“Thank you,” he said, as he could feel the man’s hands on his body, and for the first time in a long time, he didn’t want to run.

He only had to wait sixty days, and he would be free. If this man failed his mission, at least Gamble had a way out.

That was plan B.

Gently, Poe shoved his sweats down, and then helped hold him as he stepped out of them.

“Do you want me to leave so you can take your underwear off?” he asked, willing to allow him some privacy.

“I’m good. You have a dick, so you’ve seen one before, right?”

He laughed.

That caught him off guard.

There was that Marine sense of humor in there. Honestly, his brother had been like that until he died.

“Yes, I suppose you could say that,” he admitted. “You know, since I have one of my own, and I had a twin brother who liked to piss just about everywhere in the woods when we were kids.”

“Then, I’m good.”

When he’d been given the okay, he pulled his boxer briefs down, and tried not to check the man out.

It was damn difficult because he had tattoos on his thighs, and hips. He was covered, and Poe had no ink. It had always fascinated him.

It was the story of Gamble’s existence, and he was curious.

Sue him.

When he got him naked, that was one step down.

“Okay, now, into the tub,” he said, helping him over to it. When he put his first leg over the rim, he tipped, and Poe had him.

“You’re good,” he promised. “I won’t drop you,” he added.

Somehow, he managed to get the man’s legs into the tub, and Gamble slid down into the wet heat.

With a sigh.

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