“I’m a selfish asshole,” Ry murmured into my hair, reaching around to unbutton my pants and rip the zipper down. I shoved them until they were mid-thigh, and reached back to feel Rylen doing the same. I took him into my hand and felt his breath quicken as I stroked him. It only took a second to align our bodies.
I reached forward, shoving aside a broom handle, and leaned my palms against the wall just as Ry pushed into me. The sound I let out was unlike anything I’d ever heard—needy, greedy, overwhelmed. Rylen cupped a hand over my mouth to muffle the moans as he thrust into me over and over, his mouth still at my ear. I was so swollen around him. He cursed and muttered, driving me crazy in every way.
“God, you feel so good, Pepper.”
All I could do was moan and press my body hard against him, craving the connection. I grinded back, circling my hips and feeling my entire core condensing into a small bomb of ecstasy. It’s a really, really good thing Rylen’s hand was securely over my mouth when that bomb went off, because everyone in the compound probably would’ve heard. His hand clamped harder as my entire body quivered with pleasure, and his manly grunts that went along with each fast thrust only added to it. I felt him throb inside of me, and he finally lowered his hand from my mouth. We both breathed hard and he stayed inside me.
Rylen pushed my hair aside and kissed up the side of my neck, his hands roaming to feel me all over again, all the places he’d missed when we were in a hurry.
“I love you,” he whispered. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
All of my anger was gone. Only bliss remained. “I love you too.” I would talk to Top and see what he thought.
Someone outside jangled the handle, and Rylen pulled out, making us both curse and fumble to get dressed again. Then I giggled and he laughed. He turned me and put my back against the door, then kissed me long and deep.
“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “I want you again.”
Feeling evil, I reached down and felt him hard again through his jeans. He groaned. Someone tried the handle again, and Rylen growled.
“How about this?” I whispered. “We take over the base and make it out of there safely, and then we make sure not a day goes by that we don’t make time for this.”
“Deal.” His voice was guttural, sending a bolt of arousal to my core.
When he opened the door and we spilled out, I had to squint at the bright overhead lights. And who was standing there, rushing us? Texas Harry and Carmen. Her eyes widened, and then she grinned.
Tex outright laughed. “You two look like you need a fucking cigarette!”
Rylen shoved him, grinning sexily.
“Be careful of his arm,” I said to Carmen.
She snorted. “Yes, Doc.”
As Tex was holding the closet door open like a gentleman to let Carmen in, Top was coming down the hall, looking very official. I stood up straighter, feeling guilty, though I knew that was just silly. We were all adults here.
“Miss Tate,” he said, nodding. “Sergeant Fite. Can we talk a moment?”
“Sure,” I said. “Let me just run to the restroom, and then—”
Tex’s muffled voice filled the hall. “Aw, hell, yeah, little lady!Woo!”
Both Rylen and I went as still as statues as Top’s face swung toward the closet door and he muttered, “Jesus Christ, Harris.”
I cleared my throat and said, “’Scuse me,” dipping away into the restroom, where I leaned against the wall and laughed silently for the next minute, trying to pull it together.
Ah, yes. We had so much to fight for tonight. Whether I was in the battle or just outside, I would be on site, and I would help however I could. As scared as I was, we had so much to live for. We had to win.
