He had it bad.
Instead of pondering when it would end, Poe focused on that underwater kiss.
It.
Was.
Hot.
Truth be told, Poe knew that he’d never forget it for as long as he lived. Not only was Gamble healed, but he was his old self.
And leaving him soon.
The second he thought it, his mood tanked.
God.
That hurt.
The odds were that he’d never experience any of this again with Gamble. This was his one chance with him, and before long, he’d be gone.
When Gamble came up, he was holding another fish in his hands, and this one was bigger.
Oh, and it was fighting.
So, he smacked it against a rock, and that round went to the Marine.
“Thanks, Fishy,” he said, tossing it up onto the stones so they could eat it.
But first, he wanted to be in the water with Poe. He was compelled to do something so that the man could be safe.
Diving under, he reached him, and wanted to teach him something.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his body close to Poe’s against the rocks.
“You know I do. We wouldn’t have made love if I didn’t trust you.”
He had a very good point.
Gamble was realizing that he trusted the man so much more than he’d ever trusted anyone in his life. It was as if all the locked doors in him were now open.
“What is the plan?” Poe asked, seeing intent in his eyes.
“Lay back in the water.”
He lifted a brow.
“Without you holding me afloat? Mate, I’ll sink like a bucket of rocks,” he said, the British accent thick in his voice.
He laughed.
“Trust me, Poe. You let me go bare in you. This is nothing.”
He had a very good point. Poe didn’t have unprotected sex. That was dangerous, but here, he had.
That told him everything.
He was in love.
