Page 83 of Affair
Gamble would bet on it.
In fact, he was betting on a lot of things.
Now, Gamble grinned and it was filled with masculine amusement.
“Maybe later, Doctor. That wasn’t the kind of ride I was thinking about for now, but later…that’s a whole other story.”
Poe gasped.
And Gamble thought it was sexy.
When he was all riled up, the British accent was thicker, and he got flustered easily.
It was a thing of beauty.
“What I meant, Doctor, is I want you to get on my back. I’m going to piggyback you as far as I can before we bed down fora bit. I’m going to need to get us situated before I plan on going back out. I move better at night in the dark,” he admitted.
Poe was horrified.
Oh, he wasn’t nearly as big as Gamble, but he was still the average-sized man, and he weighed a good one sixty.
“You’re still recovering,” Poe said. “I’m over a hundred and sixty pounds. You can’t carry me! I can walk so you don’t have to do that,” he admitted, knowing if he got on his back, Gamble was going to know he was wildly turned on, and sporting the mother of all erections.
For.
Him.
Gamble shut that down.
Oh, he could, and he would carry him, and there was one good reason.
So, he was honest.
“At some point, they are bringing in quads. They are going to be looking for horse prints. They might follow Diablo back toward the orchard. That buys us time in making it to Native land.”
Poe opened his mouth, but Gamble stopped him.
“BUTif they don’t fall for that little ruse, and they pick up on only one person’s footprints in the soft dirt, they might just think it’s a Native roaming around. That will buy us time too. This is my thing, Doctor. You put me back together again, and now, let me do what I’ve been trained to do.”
How was he arguing that?
“You think they’ll be getting in here with quads?” he asked.
Gamble nodded.
“You know how you read a lot about my career in that folder?” he asked.
Poe nodded.
“That’s not the classified stuff, Doctor. I’ve pissed off a lot of people, and if that’s them looking for me, they’ll bring in quads, drones, and a lot more people. We’re about to play a rousing game of‘kill the Marine in the woods’, and I’m the Marine they want to kill. In order to get me, they’ll absolutely play another game.”
He was horrified at the mere thought of Gamble being hurt.
“What game is that?” he asked.
“Another rousing game of‘kill anyone who the Marine cares about to get him to come out’. That’s you, Poe. You’re the only other person I care about, and they’ll torture and kill you to get me to come out of hiding.”
Oh, shit.
