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“It’s all good,” I said, swinging my leg over to the other side of the bench I’d been sitting on for the past twenty minutes. My ass was numb as I stood, making the pins and needles in my leg feel hot. Slapping my ass cheeks a few times did nothing, either.

Guess I just had to ride it out.

Quinn grinned at me. “Hey, you hear about the Christmas party Captain Clarke’s making us throw? I totally put Jase on the planning committee.”

“You wrote him in?” I tsked and shook my head. “How cruel. You know he can’t decorate for shit.”

He let out a roarous laugh. “Yeah, that’s the point. Come on, I have to pick on him somehow. It’s what keeps our sex life alive.”

That had me rolling my eyes. Leave it to Quinn to keep up with the light negging. I swear, you could take a man out of high school but you couldn’t reform a former bully completely. At least these pranks were much more tame compared to the shit Jase was put through back when he was a kid.

“It’s all in good fun, I swear.” Quinn lifted his hands up on either side of his head.

“What are you two asswipes talking about?” Jase was walking into the locker room, shedding his shirt that was soaked in sweat. The hair on his chest, normally wiry and curly, was pressed down on his clammy skin.

“Apparently he signed you up for the decoration committee for our Christmas party,” I said, smirking when Quinn threw me a glare for ratting him out. I was nothing if not the occasional pot stirrer.

“Really,” Jase drawled, looking over at his boyfriend. He grabbed the other man by his waist, slamming him back against the lockers and pinned him there with his body. “Do I have to teach you a lesson in behaving, Sanders?”

Quinn let out a breathy laugh when Jase reached around and slapped his ass cheek, holding it in a firm grip. “I mean… I wouldn’t mind.”

Rolling my eyes, I slammed my own locker shut. These fucking horn-dogs. “Can you two get a fucking room?”

At this point, they were completely ignoring me in favor of Jase running his tongue up Quinn’s neck while the other man let out a slutty moan. It annoyed me more than it should have—okay, maybe I was kind of jealous now that I thought about it.

With my significant other on the other side of the damn country, watching these two assholes get it on was giving me a serious case of blue balls. Don’t get me wrong, phone sex with Xavier and sending him sassy pictures throughout the day was all fine and good but it was nothing compared to the real thing.

I craved having him pressed up against me, his dick pounding into me while I begged for mercy. Replicating that with a dildo didn’t exactly suffice much anymore, no matter how many sweet words Xavier whispered to me on the other end of the phone.

Bypassing the two lovebirds, I strolled out into the fire station, spotting Ellie over by the bulletin board. “That for the party?”

She flicked her hair over her shoulder, the pen in her hand tapping her clipboard in quick succession. “Yeah. Cap wants us all to pitch in for something. I’m thinking a potluck.”

“I’m not much in the ways of the kitchen, so as long as you’re good with store-bought, I’m down.”

She turned and narrowed her eyes at me. “Whatkindof store bought?”

“Uh… the normal kind?”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “Earth to Gage. You have to at least make toseemhomemade.”

Oh.

“Then from Krista’s Scratch Kitchen down the street.”

She grinned. “Excellent. I’ll put you down for being in charge of the main course.”

What the hell?

She trotted off to find her next victim, leaving me standing by the bulletin board like a complete dumbass. Such was the way of Ellie, though. She was always such a little viper that you didn’t realize bit you until much too late.

That was also part of her charm, though.

“She get you, too?” Carmen asked, wandering over.

“Yeah. You?”

She laughed. “Oh yeah. By the end of today, she’ll have everyone signed up on the damn list.”

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