Page 79 of Boomer
The mission had gone sideways just long enough to delay their exfil, and all he could think about wasTaylor.Her voice, her body, her heat. The way she’d looked at him when they were torn apart. That was now changed. He had orders, and permission.
He pulled out his phone, tapped out a message without thinking. Fingers flying. Desire, unchecked.
Boomer ? Sugar:Darlin’, I’m coming back, and I’ve been given the green light. Had a whole Cockblock Chronicles with the guys. They understand and are ready to run interference. I can’t wait to get inside you. I have ways of making you come that will blow your mind and your body.
He hit send and blinked. Wait.Wait. No…no…no. The recipient wasn’t Taylor. It was the Team Group Chat. It wasn’t long before his phone blew up.
Breakneck:I’m emotionally damaged.
GQ:Well Damn, Southern Fried. You want me to light candles or just hold the camera?
Skull:Too late. I screenshotted it. It's going in the mission archive. Operation Penetration: Greenlit.
Hazard:If I ever die in a breach, I want to come back as this man’s libido.
Kodiak:…I'm never using the phrase "run interference" again.
Preacher:Just baptized my phone in holy water.
Iceman (minutes later):Hope you’re texting her from a secure line, Finley. I’m too tired for paperwork.
Boomer stared at the screen in mute horror. His soul left his body. Then another notification buzzed.
Sugar ? Boomer:Oh, sugar...I read the whole thing. I hope you’re as good at cleanup as you are at teasing. When you get here? I’m going to wreck you.
Boomer groaned, dragging his hand down his face as the team exploded into laughing emojis, eggplants, and godawful gifs.
Breakneck:Chapter 11: “The Accidental Broadcast.” Subtitled: Everyone Has a Boner Now.
Sugar ? Team Chat:Correction:I'm at MAOC. Still dealing with this fucking interdiction shit. So now, in addition to being emotionally compromised and thoroughly dicked down *in theory only*...I'm being vagina-blocked by mygoddamnedboss.
Sugar ? Breakneck:Breakneck, can you find high ground and take him out?
Breakneck ? Sugar:Already drawing wind calls. Do you want a clean drop or a message-sending shot to the kneecap?
GQ:Is it bad that I kinda want Taylor on our squad full time?
Skull:It’s bad. But understandable.
Preacher:I feel like I should pray for all of us. But I’m laughing too hard.
Hazard:This whole thread is going to be used in court someday.
Iceman:Breakneck, if you drop a senior MAOC official, please ensure there’s no civilian collateral. Also, save the paperwork for me.
Boomer got off the group chat and this time texted her privately.
Boomer ? Sugar:Darlin’, you say the word and I’ll breach the front doors of MAOC with a vow of silence. You think I’m kidding.
Sugar ? Boomer:You better not be. I’m about two pages from a hostile takeover of NATO just to get inside your pants.
Boomer ? Sugar:I’m back at the compound. Hurry it along.
Sugar ? Boomer:As fast as I can. This is an aggressive and comprehensive plan.
Boomer ? Sugar:Fuck, we’re not getting spun up right away, are we?
Sugar ? Boomer:No, we have twenty-four hours, but tomorrow night and the rest of the week are going to be busy. Let’s see what we can do in that amount of time.
