Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Because when we took a contract, we usually left within twenty-four hours, and we’d need someone on the farm full time while we were gone.
“Good point,” he said. “I think…” He trailed off when we heard a familiar Tenley voice in the coffee shop, and we looked up to see Reese heading toward our table, with his brother right behind. They removed their shades, and Reese handed River their pack of smokes. “Well, look who’s home!”
“Hey.” Reese grinned and sat down across from us. “You’re one to talk, travelin’ lovebirds.”
He actually was. Danny and I had just returned from a month in Libya. River and Reese had spent four damn months in Qatar. The two didn’t compare.
“It’s good to see you, boys.” I smiled and registered some minor changes in their features. They looked…sharper, in a way. Every training mission seemed to remove some of their innocence, of which I wasn’t sure they’d had much to begin with. “I hear I get to ride your asses in counterterrorism the next three months.”
I was looking forward to it. We’d get a semblance of what used to be normal for a while, even though they didn’t live with Danny and me anymore.
“Don’t be gentle with us. We’ve learned a fuck-ton,” Reese replied, cocky as ever.
I’d missed them. So had Danny, who didn’t waste time quizzing River about their latest adventure. In the meantime, Reese stood up and said he’d get them coffee.
“Get me a Danish too,” Danny said. “I had a tiny breakfast.”
Tiny? I lifted my brows at him. Pancakes, one bagel, and a muffin made a tiny breakfast?
“Ah, Danish. River and I shared one of those in London.” Judging by Reese’s expression, he wasn’t talking about the pastry.
If we were ever in Europe together, I’d have to take the twins to a kink club. I bet Danny would like that as well.
“Yeah, we can hear about your slutscapades later,” Danny said. “Training comes first. Hurry back with my Danish.”
I huffed a chuckle and finished my coffee.
Truth be told, I wanted to hear about their training too. Even though I got frequent updates and remained their CO on paper, they’d evolved so much while traveling that I felt I was missing out. All I knew was…they were practically operators at this point. TJ had already sent them on minor assignments on their own, and they’d passed every test that led up to the final selection. It was just a matter of finding the time.
Last I heard, Terrance was willing to move the November date to another month if it fit the boys’ schedule better—because I knew they had a seminar in Brussels and a guard duty gig in Mali coming up this fall. It’d been scheduled since January.
“Are you finding a balance between physical training and hitting the books?” I asked.
River smiled and nodded once. “Yessir. I realized it was better to just get the physical outta the way, ’cause the theoretical ain’t goin’ anywhere. I’m never gonna be done.”
A realization we all had to come to. I’d never be done either. We could never be too sharp or know too much.
“Just make sure you don’t lose the physical shit,” Danny advised. “We still gotta pass the annual evals.”
“Yeah, no. Reese forces me to work out with him every week,” River assured. “I go to the shooting range twice a month too, wherever we are.”
“Glad to hear it,” I said. “So other than that, you’re just collecting skills, huh?”
He chuckled. “Well, you did say we could never have too many tricks up our sleeves.”
True. I was full of words of wisdom like that.
July 27th, 2000
“Slow down—” I sucked in a breath and gripped his hips tightly. I wasn’t ready to get off yet, and he was too fucking beautiful in the morning sunlight filtering through the blinds. “Just let me look at you.”
My heart hammered in my chest as I pulled him down for a kiss, and he smiled and wriggled his sexy little ass over my cock.
I exhaled unsteadily and broke away, and I peered up at him. We were…in a phase of sorts, where all we wanted was for him to ride me, because he moved so goddamn sensually and, frankly, I was still out of commission.
It came with the job. Sometimes you tore something in a hasty escape from Colombia.
He swiveled his hips and pressed his forehead to mine.
I just stared. I let my hands roam his perfect body, up his abs, his chest, over his defined shoulders, down his biceps. I could never get enough. Fucking never.
“My beautiful boy,” I whispered.
“Mmm…my sexy-as-sin Daddy…” He flicked the tip of his tongue over my upper lip, and I groaned when he clenched down on me. “You sure I’m not hurting you?”
I nodded and deepened the kiss. Another week or two, and I’d be back to normal.