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I turned my head back enough to respond. “So is signing us up for a kink app using myworkemail address, thinking I wouldn’t find out, and then masturbating without my knowledge. Enjoy your punishment, pretty boy. We’ll talk about this when I’m clean and sated.”
TWO
CASEY
“Would you quit pouting?”Aiden murmured against my neck as I forced myselfnotto enjoy the bliss that was his heat and stubble rubbing against my skin. I wasn’t evenactuallyupset, but I had a bratty persona to follow through on, so the scowl on my face stayed put. “It was a three-minute shower. There’s literally no way I could have washed my ass, let alone the rest of me,andfinished in that time frame. I’m not eighteen anymore. I can’t just come from the wind.”
One of my eyebrows perked up.
He did have a point there.
I grumbled as I snuggled impossibly closer to him, even though it washisentire weight on top of me, rather than the other way around. “You know you’re only thirty-six, right? You act like you have the penis of a seventy-year-old some days. And even then, some of those old men could still get it.”
Slowly, he picked his head up to look at me, and I chortled at the expression on his face. “Sometimes, I truly forget who has the most daddy issues until you say stupid shit like that.”
“What? Take some testosterone and an ED pill. Right as rain. I’d fuck one.”
“We are not inviting a seventy-year-old man into this house.” Aiden deadpanned.
“Oh, c’mon. It could be fun! You don’t want to feel a wrinkly ball sack? Maybe even call him grandpa? Talk about a power dynamic, for sure.” I groaned as his head smacked down on my chest.Hard.
“No. Hardest of passes. It would just remind me of raisins, and I would rather croak before he could at that point.”
“That’s just disrespectful to grandpa,” I chided.
“Casey,” he groaned out slowly, shaking his head. I chuckled as I ran a hand down his back comfortingly. His muscles were tense—his posture was always on guard, even when he didn’t have to be. Almost like he was prepared for a masked gunman to walk through the door at any given point.
Granted, with our careers, it wouldn’t be too far of a stretch.
I was more than positive there were hits on us from other countries at this point.
It didn’t matter, though. We were contracted to the government to act as the boogeyman.
And while we were more skilled in hunting and tracking than the final blow, nothing could scare what has already been scared to death and back.
Aiden’s voice cut through my thoughts. “I can literally feel you thinking your brain away. It’s already made its way to the Midwest. It’s running as fast as Forrest Gump.”
“Yeahhhh,” I droned out as my hand continued rubbing the tension away from his back. “It’s been one of those kinds of days.”
“I thought you said you had a good day?”
“I did. You know how I get, though. That last mission fucked with me. It always gives me some more perspective.”
His response was dryer than the desert. “Any more perspective, and I’m gonna have to start calling you Gandalf.”
“Now look who’s bringing up old men.”
Once again, his head lifted, and our eyes collided. Though, this time, his gaze was laced with concern as he stared directly into my soul. The man knew me better than I knew myself, and as endearing as it was, it was also utterly annoying.
“I’m okay. I promise. They just…” I scrubbed at my face tiredly. “There were kids. You saw them. You’d think it would get easier—the missions, the shit we see—but when they go after innocent children, it hits harder.”
“I know, baby.”
“How do you manage it so well?” I asked.
It was the one thing I always admired about the man above me.
His call sign was Wolfe in the field because he was an elite tracker and hunter. But after knowing him for so long, I thought it fit his strength more than his skill.
