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I snickered and rubbed a hand up his spine. “I’m sure youcan, but… I like regular stuff too. This right here, for instance. You’re so fucking hot and…” I shuddered. “I like what you did in the bathroom. You took care of me.”

He hummed and kissed me on the forehead, in an oddly sweet move that I instantly wanted more of.

Rough sex and forehead kisses? Sign me up.

“I’m beat,” he admitted. “I’ll give you a quickie, because I can’t fucking control myself around you, but then we crash—all right?”

I grinned and reached for his cock. “Deal.”

CHAPTER 7

September 30th, 2024

Leighton Watts

I’d prepared myself for this. Waking up alone in Beckett’s bed.

Since I had a built-in alarm clock that went off at four thirty every goddamn morning, that was when I’d woken up today too. I’d gotten up to take a leak and bring my phone over to his room, and then I’d fallen back asleep in his arms. But now…at seven fifteen, he was gone.

I sat up in bed and yawned?—

“Ouch!” Oh my God, yeah, pain. Wow. Fuck. I exhaled shakily and shifted. I was gonna have to be very careful with how I sat down at class today.

I scrubbed my hands over my face, and then I looked around the room.

Oh. He’d left a note on the nightstand? I leaned closer, and I grinned sleepily.

You look damn good in my bruises. See you soon.

Talk about motivation for getting up. I headed straight into his bathroom and checked myself out in the mirror.

Holy crap.

I should probably not shower with the other guys for a while. Blotchy bruises from Beckett’s fingers were all over my hips, and I had some shadowy marks over my neck and jaw too, from his tight grips. I leaned closer, and fuck me if I didn’t see the faint outline of his teeth in my shoulder.

This was so fucking hot.

Now to go about my day not looking like I’d won a million bucks.

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October 2nd, 2024

“What’re you smirking for, sir? This was fucking horrible.” I huffed and returned the gun case to Coach. “I never wanna see that gun again.”

He laughed and walked the case over to their walk-in gun safe. “You’re in luck. You’d need to become state police in Delaware or Connecticut to use this on a regular basis—but we still wanted to know. And what’re you bitchin’ about? You aced it.”

I didn’t care. I didn’t like that one at all. It’d felt all wrong in my hand, and it was beyond stupid to have a sidearm that only carried ten rounds. Also, I much preferred a 9mm.

I walked back to my stall and returned my gun to my holster. The Glock 19 we’d been given by Hillcroft was slowly but surely turning into my favorite, which made me feel like a cheater. My trusty SIG had been with me for almost five years now, but I didn’t play with it anymore, or carry it.

“So what do you have on the list for next practice?” I asked. I patted the side pockets in my pants to make sure I had my phone. “Am I ready to start playing with cartel boomsticks?”

Coach chuckled and opened the door for me. “I haven’t decided yet. But you should focus on your next class. I’ve held you back long enough.”

Eh, I had time.

I wasn’t going to let Operator Rose and Coach turn me into their next weaponry expert, but I didn’t mind learning about the various guns commonly used by enemy outfits. Sometimes, that included old Russian toys. Sometimes, it was guns mostly used by American law enforcement that’d been stolen in large numbers.

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