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“You’re not sleeping here.”

With his jeans pooled down to his ankles—he didn’t wear any underwear—he placed his hands on his hips. “You going to kick me out?”

“You should have thought about where you’d stay before you followed me here.”

“I did. That’s a queen-size bed. We both fit in perfectly, but if that’s going to be a problem after all the help I’ve been to you, I can sleep on the floor. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Dammit. If I let him sleep on the floor, I’d seem ungrateful. From his smirk, he knew I wasn’t the type to forget when someone did me a favor. Or risked his life for me.

“I sleep on the right.” I held up my hand. “Don’t touch me.”

“Deal. I don’t have any rules, so you can grope me all you want.”

I got into the bed and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. I didn’t want to see him getting into bed with me. Knowing he was right there was enough.

Keeping as close to the edge as possible, I held the sheet up to my neck. Feet padded softly. Then the bed dipped. I sucked in adeep breath and waited for him to go back on his word and touch me. If he did, I wasn’t sure I couldn’t resist him.

Here in Riverton, away from our lives, it was too easy to pretend we were just two strangers sharing a motel room and enjoying each other’s bodies before we moved on.

Gunner lay on his side with his back to me and several inches between us. The bed might have been queen size, but we were two large adult men. If I turned over, I would be right up against his back.

“We did good today, Chief,” he mumbled. “You don’t have to worry if I’ll assault you in your sleep. I much prefer when you’re awake and pretending to put up a fight.”

“When have I ever pretended with you?”

His slow chuckle rose out of the darkness. “You’re doing it right now. Night night.”

16

BEN

Ben went on a rant against Gunner today. He wants us to target Gunner. My stomach is in knots.

So hot.

Ugh.

I felt like I was in a furnace. Cracking my eyes open, I groaned at the sunlight streaming into the room and shut them tight again. It was quiet, too quiet. Not even the overhead fan, which had been on last night, whirred. I chanced the light burning into my retinas and glanced up. Yup, the fan had indeed stopped.

No wonder I was so hot, although if I put some space between me and the man I was spooning, I would probably cool off faster.

But he feels so good.

I moved closer, bumping my pelvis into his ass, and my cock grew hard at the friction. I tightened my arms around him and buried my face into his neck, gently kissing the skin. “Hmm.”

The man took my hand and guided it over hard pecs that made my mouth water and my tongue itch to take a lick. He didn’t stop there, though, but dipped further until I was cupping a softdick. I gently squeezed, and his cock came to life. With his hand coaxing me, I stroked him until he was fully hard and pulsating against my palm.

“Yeah, just like that. Don’t stop.”

That voice…

My eyes flew open, and I was staring at the back of Gunner’s head. Heart hammering, I tugged my hand away and scrambled away from him. Gunner was faster, lither, and caught me before I could vault off the bed. He crashed his entire weight down on me, pressing me into the mattress.

“Don’t act all shy on me,” he grunted. “You got me hard. The least you can do is take care of it.”

“Gun—”

He pressed his lips to mine. I clamped my lips shut just in time before his tongue could start its invasion.

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