Page 7 of Green Ravens

Leave it all at home.

Sawyer had to get Oakley out of his mind. He had to stop thinking about the feel of the other man’s hard cock in his hands and his hot breath on his neck. Or the strength he’d used to grip his waist.

Sawyer blinked away Oakley’s mesmerizing glare that’d made his heart pound harder than his body had shuddered in his arms.

Sawyer couldn’t help casting one last glance at Oakley as he climbed into his own transport.

The silent exchange passing between them was as clear as day.

“Bring your ass back home. We got unfinished business.”

He wished he could’ve gotten one last glimpse at those brilliant hazel eyes that had gleamed under the moonlight as Sawyer made him come all over their fists.

He damn near moaned out loud thinking about it.

Come on, Sawyer. Get your head in the fight.

The chopper blasted the SEALs’ radio communication overhead, allowing the boat teams to hear the status of the battle on the ground so they’d know if they had to come in guns blazing or if it’d be an easy pick and go.

“Pelican (USS Rimlin), this is Pelican Actual (SEALs), radio check, over.”

“Roger, Actual, this is Pelican. We have you Lima Charlie, over.”

“All boots are on the ground, copy,” the lieutenant. of the SEAL team informed them. “Three klicks from the primary target. Any activity for my status at this time?”

“Actual, we’re picking up a severe increase in activity, enemy hostiles are six klicks from your location, copy.”

That was just what Sawyer was hopingnotto hear.

“Looks like our boys are about to encounter some trouble.” Sawyer tightened the strap of his FAST helmet and got in position to descend the ladder lowering from the chopper. “Let’s go get ’em.”

Once all his men were down, the cables were released, and Sawyer got on the radio.

Oakley descended onto his boat, theChariot, a few feet away, and Sawyer was impressed at how fast his men got into position with him at the helm.

Over the comms, calculated shots were being fired, and he knew that meant the SEAL snipers were quickly eliminating the men around the perimeter and the guards watching the hostage.

The moment his boat hit the water, theUSS Rimlinno longer had command. Now it was his and Oakley’s turn to commandeer the rescue.

“Actual, this isNeptune. Radio check.”

“Neptune, this is Actual. Got you loud and clear. Confirming target is secured.”

The lieutenant sounded winded, as if he were running. Which meant Sawyer needed to haul ass.

“Buckets one and two are in the water. How copy?”

“Copy that,Neptune. Actual is ten klicks to extraction point, pushing hard and fast, over.”

His boat’s powerful engine revved loud enough to scatter all marine life within a twenty-mile radius.

His surveillance operator readied his MQ Triton and slung it into the air. The drone shot into the sky and flew toward the SEALs.

It was time to get them the hell out of there before shit got real.

“Neptune, this isChariotstanding by on the set.”

Sawyer tried not to let the rough timber of Oakley’s voice distract him. The other chief was letting him know he had his back, and suddenly, Sawyer felt invincible.

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