Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 80431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Sawyer’s cock was as rigid and hard as an uncut diamond, pulsing against his, igniting every nerve he had until he no longer cared how desperate he sounded.
The culmination of weeks of restraint and dry spells had him damn near choking on the forbidden fruit Sawyer offered, ripe and ready to be devoured.
He needed to come.
“Damn you, chief, for making me do this.” Sawyer’s voice was strained and gravelly, fading in and out while he stroked them closer to the edge. “I promised myself I’d leave you alone.”
“Don’t,” was all Oakley could manage to say. He wanted Sawyer to do everything to him his dirty mind could conjure, like jerking him off in the woods in the middle of the night.
“Careful,” Sawyer warned, rearing back and leveling those mint-green eyes on him. “I’m greedy as fuck, Oakley. And you don’t want to know what happens when I’m denied what I want.”
Oh shit.
Why was Sawyer’s dominating attitude turning him on so much? Typically, he was the one in control.
As if the man knew how close he was, Sawyer demanded with a breathy snarl, “Look at me. Let me see those eyes.”
Oakley complied without hesitation and opened his eyes. The moment his glare locked onto Sawyer’s, he bucked his hips and Oakley gripped Sawyer’s waist harder, refusing to let him get away.
Sawyer pressed their foreheads together and released a long, aching sigh against his lips as a blissful flow of warmth seeped over the head of Oakley’s cock and down his shaft.
Oakley thought Sawyer was about to kiss him, but he remained an inch away from his mouth, licking his lips as if it were an act of indulgence he was denying himself.
Respect, intrigue, and passion for Sawyer coiled in Oakley’s core until his knees threatened to buckle. He couldn’t withhold the sweet ache of longing to release another second as he dove over the edge.
Sawyer milked him good, not stopping until Oakley slumped against him and buried his nose in the other man’s warm throat.
“When this mission is over, chief, I’m gonna take you in every way I want…and you’re gonna fuckin’ let me, and you’re gonna fuckin’ like it.”
Oakley was still gasping for breath when he whispered, “I don’t doubt it.”
Chief Styles Sawyer
It was time for Sawyer to get his head in the damn game as he and his team filed onto the CH-47F cargo helicopter. His Craft-Riverine warfare boat was armed to the teeth with everything from .50 caliber machine guns to 40mm grenade launchers and all the deadly artillery between.
The chopper hooked his twenty-thousand-pound boat onto slings that lifted it fifteen feet above the water and took them toward the war zone where the SEALs were already closing in on their hostage’s location.
Sawyer stood over his men, staring them in their eyes.
“It’s time to leave all our shit at home. In this moment, what happens on the water is all that matters. For the next hour, this is your life! This is your reason for existing! This is what we do! On time, on target, never quit! We don’t fuckin’ lose. We don’t fuckin’ surrender! Do you get me?”
“We get you, chief!”
While he was giving his rile-up speech, he fought to take his own advice.
Leave it all at home.
Sawyer had to get Oakley out of his mind. He had to stop thinking about the feel of the other man’s hard cock in his hands and his hot breath on his neck. Or the strength he’d used to grip his waist.
Sawyer blinked away Oakley’s mesmerizing glare that’d made his heart pound harder than his body had shuddered in his arms.
Sawyer couldn’t help casting one last glance at Oakley as he climbed into his own transport.
The silent exchange passing between them was as clear as day.
“Bring your ass back home. We got unfinished business.”
He wished he could’ve gotten one last glimpse at those brilliant hazel eyes that had gleamed under the moonlight as Sawyer made him come all over their fists.
He damn near moaned out loud thinking about it.
Come on, Sawyer. Get your head in the fight.
The chopper blasted the SEALs’ radio communication overhead, allowing the boat teams to hear the status of the battle on the ground so they’d know if they had to come in guns blazing or if it’d be an easy pick and go.
“Pelican (USS Rimlin), this is Pelican Actual (SEALs), radio check, over.”
“Roger, Actual, this is Pelican. We have you Lima Charlie, over.”
“All boots are on the ground, copy,” the lieutenant. of the SEAL team informed them. “Three klicks from the primary target. Any activity for my status at this time?”
“Actual, we’re picking up a severe increase in activity, enemy hostiles are six klicks from your location, copy.”
That was just what Sawyer was hoping not to hear.
“Looks like our boys are about to encounter some trouble.” Sawyer tightened the strap of his FAST helmet and got in position to descend the ladder lowering from the chopper. “Let’s go get ’em.”