Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
My stomach twisted with anticipation and the feeling of accomplishment. It was a big boost to my confidence.
Operator Quinn.
“Before we dig in,” Rose said, reading from the paper he held. “Your requests for future areas of expertise have been reviewed, and I’m happy to tell Operator Travers that you’re joining our unit of operators who often get sent to Africa. Operators Ortiz, Kelley, and Quinn, you keep polishing your Spanish. You’ll be seeing a lot of South America in the future.”
I exchanged a quick smile with Bo.
“Last but not least, Operator Grey, you will join our Asia unit,” Rose said. “Congratulations, operators. May the griffin be with you always.”
“Fuck yeah!” Tanner legit fist-pumped the air.
Coach chuckled. “Just keep in mind your preferences won’t mean shit if we need you elsewhere in the world.”
Yeah, yeah, we were aware. We’d go where we were told to, whether it was the Middle East, Europe, or the continent we’d chosen. Actually, I’d chosen both South America and Europe. Bo had once picked South America and Africa, and that hadn’t stopped the operation handlers from sending him to Asia and Russia and wherever else.
“Let’s eat!” Payne said and sat down. “And let us know if any of you want to volunteer to come here next summer to place markers at the posts for future operators.”
“Not it,” I said quickly. “Too soon, sir.”
“Yeah, let our insect bites fade into hazy memories first,” Tanner agreed. “First thing I’m gonna do when I get home is kill all my plants.”
I laughed and reached for the bread basket. Man, did I feel the same way.
“Like you have plants, son,” Coach laughed.
Tanner scowled. “I have six! My mom waters them for me. I’mma tell her not to. So, yeah.”
Bo shook his head in amusement. “Eight recruits went out. Six deforesters came back.”
“Hear, hear!” I raised my empty glass. “And fuck those birds too!”
EPILOGUE
July 7th, 2025
Bo Beckett
Igrabbed on to the headboard and fucked him harder, well aware we had to get going soon. But fuck me, I wished we could stay at home all day. We met in a hungry kiss, and he dug his heels against my ass.
“Greedy boy.”
He sucked in a breath and groaned, and he raked his fingers down my shoulder blades.
Ripples of pleasure pulsed through me, only intensifying whenever he clenched down around me. He may have gotten better at composing himself at work, but I fucking loved how expressive he was for me. I saw how the pain and pleasure flitted across his face and made him beg for more.
With my free hand, I stroked his cock tightly but unhurriedly, and it didn’t take long for his begging to grow urgent. That was when he started whimpering and clinging to me.
“Will you take every drop I give you?” I murmured, out of breath.
“Always,” he moaned. “Please—I need it.”
I peered down between us, and I picked up the pace. Alex was already up. I could hear the cartoons coming from the living room.
Leighton gasped and threw his head back, and it was as if his orgasm came out of nowhere. Before I knew it, come spurted out of his cock, and it triggered me too. I gnashed my teeth, fucked him as hard as I could, and rubbed his release all over his cock.
His breathless whimpers threw me over, and the bliss crashed down on me. I groaned under my breath and clenched my jaw as I came deep inside him.
Jesus fucking Christ.
If there was one thing I’d discovered living with Leighton, it was that we didn’t need an abundance of furniture nobody used, trinkets, or shit on the walls. We had some, obviously. My sister was relentless. She’d been offended we didn’t have drapes before. But…fuck it. That nonsense had mattered to previous girlfriends; they’d said they wanted their homes to be full of character and memories. And I understood the concept of it. It wasn’t as if I minded it when something new ended up on our walls, usually at the request of Alex. But what it boiled down to…I didn’t need it. The relationship I had with Leighton breathed life into every room we entered, so I didn’t care where we spent the night or where we ate our supper. This little fucknut—and Alex—had become my home, as cheesy as it sounded.
I collapsed on top of him, and our hearts hammered in unison.
I swallowed dryly.
Then I shivered when he gently brushed his fingers across my back.
“Goddamn,” he whispered.
I nodded into the curve of his neck, and I kissed him there.
“Let’s shower,” he muttered.
“You go first.” I yawned and pulled out of him slowly.
“Or we shower together?” He frowned.
I smirked a little and bent down to kiss his knee. “We know how that goes. My ma will be here in half an hour.”
We were never on time when we showered together.