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Whatwerethey going to do about their crazy-as-fuck relationship?

Hell if he knew, but like most things in his life, Harris made it up as he went along. He wasn’t a fool; there was more going on between him and Woodley than amazing sex.

It seemed neither wanted to admit they were tied to one another. Two men unable to commit but equally unable to walk away. Well and trulyscrewed,as Woodley so eloquently put it.

Time for thought is over.

More pleasurable pursuits were taking over his attention. The feel of the muscled man draped over him was a happy distraction Harris wasn’t positive he’d ever have the pleasure of feeling again.

Without much force, he rolled Woodley over onto his back and plundered his hot mouth. As their tongues dueled, Harris rocked his hips against Woodley’s hard-on pressing through his jeans. His moans were music to Harris’s ears, and his strong arms wrapped tightly around Harris’s back. If this was the closest he ever got to heaven, he’d gladly take it.

The feeling of Woodley’s touch and the sound of his moans captivated Harris, and he was quickly discovering that no one else would ever do. They were bonded as strongly as any two people could be, right down to Woodley’s sexy, spicy scent that filled Harris’s senses and made his soul soar.

Without stopping to unbutton Woodley’s shirt, Harris pulled it out of his jeans and shoved the offending fabric over Woodley’s head. Harris needed skin-to-skin, and he needed itnow. The fabric tore. But he didn’t give a damn. All that mattered wasgetting the two of them naked as quickly as possible.

“Should we move this to the bed?” Woodley asked when they finally broke apart to breathe.

“You read my mind.”

Harris jumped up and pulled Woodley to his feet. Within moments, they were naked, in bed, and wrapped around each other once again. If Harris had his way, this was where they’d stay, but morning would arrive, and they’d have to part ways again, but this time without the guarantee of returning.

He’d take what he could get right now.

CHAPTER FOUR

Woodley

New Orleans sucked. Who gave a shit about the Big Easy, with its nightlife, beignets, live music, Mardi Gras, restaurants, and steamboats.

Admittedly, the city was perfectly fine, even above average, but this mission skewed his view of the place, and for good reason. Last night might be the last time he and Harris ever saw each other in person if the mission went to hell.

Half the team was headed to the secret rental house, while the other half was headed for their very public hotel in the Mid-City area. Woodley, Jennifer, Spencer, Stryker, Gunner, Conor, and Jason flew into New Orleans in their private plane without using the regular channels and would be staying at the rental. Harris, Brick, Fletcher, and Shaw flew in on a commercial flight out in the open to appear as normal as possible in case they were being watched, with Elias, John, and Gator staying back in Fire Lake to watch over those left behind.

Both teams constantly communicated, sometimes through Jennifer and Harris’s mental link, but Woodley was still anxious. He had to get his head in the game and detach all emotion if he was to be of any use during this mission.

“We’re here,” Spencer announced as they pulled up to a two-story brick house at the end of a long lane surrounded by a tall chain-link fence and hulking oak trees.

“Looks like a fortress,” Jennifer said from the backseat.

“It’s not yet, but it will be when we’re finished,” Gunner stated.

“We’ll have comms up and running within the hour,” Spencer said.

“The place will be wired and covered in surveillance before nightfall,” Stryker added.

“Shit, you guys are always on, aren’t you?” Jennifer asked.

“We train for war and fight to win,” Stryker stated without a hint of doubt.

Jennifer looked around the vehicle at the men gathered. “My brother just might have a fighting chance, after all.”

“That’s the plan,” Woodley replied. “Everyone gets out of this in one piece.” Otherwise, he’d be sure to burn the place to the ground and wouldn’t need Gator’s explosive knowledge.

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Harris

“Four o’clock,” Brick whispered as they unloaded their luggage from the Uber and walked into their hotel lobby.

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