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Foster was rock solid. Dependable. Loyal.Kind.
And I was gone for him.
As he continued to fuck me against that tree, giving me everything I wanted, I felt euphoric, like I was high on the very best pain meds.
Unfortunately, even the best highs only end in one of two ways.
And neither one of them was enjoyable.
21
FOSTER
I had to admit,I was feeling pret-ty good when I walked out of the woods after the trail sex. My legs were nice and loose, my brain was calmer than it had been in days, and I was even grateful one of my students had volunteered to keep Chickie back since she’d be involved in the search and rescue exercise later in the day.
So maybe that was why I didn’t have my guard up when the attack came from an unexpected angle.
“You’re expected at the cookout tonight,” Trace said as my team huddled around the table in the makeshift command tent during the exercise.
“What cookout?”
“Over at the Marian lodge. The family’s celebrating Hazel’s recovery, and they wanted to include everyone who had a hand in her rescue. I told them you’d be there.”
I scrambled for a reason I couldn’t go, but he was onto me.
“I told them you’d be there,” he repeated more slowly, giving me a flinty look as if challenging me to argue with him. “And since the Marian family donated the land we’re standing on for the establishment of SERA, I would consider it a kind of… oh, let’s saycommand performance.”
I breathed out through my nose. “Yes, sir. Looking forward to it, sir. Sounds amazing.”
He rolled his eyes. “Simmer down, asshole. No one ever died from a backyard burger.”
I chose not to tell him about the time I had to respond to a natural gas fire at the Majestic River campground. “Sure. Sounds safe as fuck,” I said instead. “My kind of event.”
At least that got a laugh out of the man. “Thanks. I’d offer to keep the pup, but I’m sure you’ll want to use her as social lube.”
I shuddered. “Don’t make it sound nasty.”
He shrugged. “It’s either that or alcohol, and I don’t recommend getting drunk around some of those folks. One time, Teddy Marian got drunk and woke up with a tiny tattoo of a squirrel nestled in his pubes. Almost ruined his marriage. Oh! And stay away from anyone over the age of eighty. They’re the ones you need to watch out for.”
I stared after him as he sauntered away.
Tommy’s voice appeared low in my ear. “Staring at another man’s ass already? It’s only been an hour since you had your?—”
I spun around and clapped my hand over his mouth again, making his eyes flare hot enough to harden my cock again. I quickly yanked my hand away, glancing around to see if anyone had seen. Thankfully, everyone was too busy focusing on the exercise.
“I need you to stay here tonight,” I blurted.
His eyes widened even more. “I can’t. I’m due at my family’s place for a dinner thing. I’d invite you, but I know you?—”
“I’ll come!”
“You will?” The surprised expression turned suspicious. “Why?”
My breathing was coming fast. “You sure you don’t want to stay here?”
“With you?”
“No, I…” I blew out a breath. “Your family invited me to the cookout.”
