Page 97 of The Team

Jay nodded and smiled for her. “We’ll stop to refuel in about seven hours. You can shower there, and I’ll get you a change of clean clothes. How does that sound?”

Jun-mei gave a teary laugh. “Very good.”

“You need some food and water,” Jay added gently. “But mostly, you need to sleep.”

And right on cue, Yin came back down the cabin holding a sandwich, an apple, and some water.

Jay squeezed Jun-mei’s hand. “Oh, look at that. He read my mind.”

Jay stood up and let Yin take his seat. “Look after her,” Jay said. “If she begins to feel unwell or dizzy, come get me.”

Yin nodded and was quick to pull her into his arms so she could use him as a pillow, then he fixed her blanket and stroked her hair.

Jay took his kit back to his seat, going past all his sleeping teammates and falling in beside Rhett, leaning against him much like Jun-mei was on Yin.

“How is she?” Rhett asked quietly.

“She’s okay. Temperature’s fine. Her swab was negative. No point doing a BP right now. She’s been in a high-stress situation, she hasn’t slept, hasn’t eaten properly. Yin just got her a sandwich. I’ll take a reading after she’s slept, when we refuel.”

Rhett sighed, exhausted. “I’m glad she’s safe.”

Jay studied him for a second. “You look tired.” He remembered then, the flight into China, Rhett was too busy getting debriefed to sleep. He must be shattered. “You know what you need?”

“Two weeks off,” he mumbled, eyes closed. “I already told King.”

Jay chuckled. “Well, yeah. But I was thinking something a little closer to now.”

Rhett cracked one eye open to look at him. “Huh?”

Jay leaned in close so he could whisper. “You know you always sleep better after sex.”

Rhett opened both eyes then. “What are you?—”

“Mile-high club. We’re joining right now,” Jay said.

“Jay,” he hissed. “We can’t?—”

“We absolutely can. Everyone’s asleep,” Jay whispered. “As the team medic, I must insist. For medical reasons.”

Rhett snorted quietly. “Medical reasons.”

“Very medical. You always sleep more soundly after sex.” He took Rhett’s wrist and pulled him up out of his seat, all but dragging him, and shoved him into the lavatory and closed the door behind them. It was a tight fit and Rhett was leaning, backed over the toilet.

“Jay,” he whispered, smiling. “What the hell are you doing?”

Jay unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. He leaned against the sink, offering Rhett his naked ass. “This is the best idea I’ve ever had. Hurry.”

Rhett didn’t waste much time. He rubbed his crotch against Jay’s ass, and Jay was all out of patience.

He tried reaching behind him, trying to undo Rhett’s pants, but he couldn’t turn around. “I said hurry.”

Rhett shoved Jay’s hands away, holding them down on the sink counter, pushing his still-clothed crotch against Jay’s ass. “Patience,” he murmured.

And that shit just pissed Jay off.

He tried to turn around again, but Rhett shoved him, pushing his shoulder toward the mirror. “You’ll get what you want,” Rhett hissed. Then Jay felt him fumbling with his fly and button, and after a freaking eternity, he finally felt the hot steel of Rhett’s cock in the crack of his ass.

Fuck yes.

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