Page 68 of Secret Mission

Oh, fuck.

Really?

A bolus of testosterone screeches through my vessels.

I kiss her forehead, a smile making it hard to get my lips to make full contact. “Don’t move.”

I extract myself from the cot and stride to the door. When I jerk it open, Justice is on guard duty with an M4 carbine slung at the ready.

He looks like a bad motherfucker, except for the grin that hits his face.

“Dude, that’s a lot of bandages.”

I would give him shit back, but I’m in a hurry.

“Don’t let anyone in this room. Weclear?”

He chuckles and shifts between his feet before he tips up his chin. “Roger that.”

Now that’s a teammate for you.

I shut the door, latch it, and stride back to the cot as I rip the fly of my pants open. “We’re clear.”

Allison sits up on the cot, her hands going to her mouth as her eyes latch on my hands where I have my thumbs hooked in the band of my briefs.

“What do you mean, clear?”

“That means no one will be coming in that door.”

A sly, cute grin brightens her eyes and makes my heart stutter. “Who’s outside keeping them out?”

“Justice.”

A little of the tension leaves her shoulders, and she gives my body an appreciative once over. “So, I get you all to myself for a little while?’

“As long as we want.”

“I like Justice better and better all the time.”

“Careful.”

When I growl and push her back on the cot, she laughs.

“Are you jealous?”

“I don’t share what’s mine.”

There’s a beat where she just looks at me as if she’s searching for something behind my eyes. “Am I yours?”

“Yeah, you are. You’re not getting away from me.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

This is crazy. Who falls in love in a matter of hours?

My life isn’t a Hallmark movie. If anything, it’s the exact opposite.

I’ve been on the run. My crazy father is doing something terrible. I almost died multiple times, and a maniac is professing that I’m his.

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