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One.
Bit.
Time seemed to stop, and it was when Diablo got bitchy, and wasn’t getting any attention from Gamble that he made a noise.
That did it.
That broke the spell.
Slowly, Poe broke the kiss, and it was regretfully done. The last thing he wanted was to stop. In fact, he could have stood there and kissed him for hours.
The man had one hell of a mouth on him.
But he had to.
Poe had to put on the brakes.
As he did, Gamble blinked, and his bi-colored eyes refocused on him.
“Poe,” he said, softly.
The man went there.
“This is not your fault. We’re in it together, and we’ll get out of it together. I trust you, Gamble. I’ve read your file. I know what kind of soldier you are. I’m not afraid because I know you’ll keep us safe.”
That belief in him did miracles for his confidence, and his libido. That wasn’t a friendly kiss. Gamble was willing to bet that he didn’t go around kissing his friends like that.
That was passion.
That was lust.
That was need.
Apparently, the doctor had been holding back the last few weeks, but now, Gamble knew what was brewing inside Poe.
The same heat that was inside of him.
Because of his words, he reassured him.
“I’ll get us out of this,” he promised. “You’re not dying, Poe. I promise that I’ll keep you safe.”
Oh, and he would.
He’d been off-guard once with Storm, but he wouldn’t be with Poe. He’d hover, he’d take care of him, and he’d do anything to ensure this man was safe.
Even if he wasn’t his.
Yes, he wanted him, but he knew this man would never find anything of value in him. Gamble was a shattered, shell of a human being.
He couldn’t get that lucky.
For now, though, it looked as if they had a little adventure to handle together.
Gamble palmed Poe’s cheek.
“I swear on my life.”
Poe believed him.
