After the Master is shot, the shroud of mystery surrounding him thickens. There is one person who knows his true identity and he has vowed to protect the Master until his dying day. But the enemy of all enemies arrives in Canada to deal with the Master in his own way. Carefully kidnapping him, he places the Master in a wooden crate without food or water for several days as they journey to a destination unknown to the Master. When they reach their destination, the Master is greeted by someone he thought he would never have to face again, and welcomed to hell. No one knows if time will run out for the Master before he can be rescued and his true identity revealed.
Vladimir smiled with cruelty. The Master had tried to foil their plan many times. Since Julian’s arrest, Ryzdul became nearly obsessed with capturing the Master. They tried often to locate him or access his files, but the European Community kept his files in absolute secrecy. Thus, they didn’t know the Master’s real name. With Julian, Iain, and Vallen, Vladimir determined how to proceed and he became annoyed with his partners who only wished to grab their sex toys. As for Vladimir, his only goal was to capture the Master and bring him to Ryzdul. Derek would be an asset to help Vladimir obtain information from the Master. Thus, Vladimir decided to join Julian and wait for Derek’s return. Luck was on Vlad’s side, as Derek showed up sooner than they had expected. Vladimir ordered Derek to call the Master, otherwise Derek’s brother would be beaten. Derek dutifully obeyed, and after that Vlad strangled Derek slowly. Even though Derek didn’t beg for his life, Vlad knew he would when the actual pain began. Then Vlad would stop worrying about producing visible marks of torture and would only focus on causing pain at the place Ryzdul prepared for the Master. Lost in sweet thoughts, Vlad almost forgot where he was when the door opened and the Master finally appeared in front of him. For the first time, Vladimir smiled as he watched the surprise on the Master’s face when he recognized Vladimir. No one would expect that would come to Canada to get involved in a mission like this one.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person after all these years, Master,” Vladimir said, kneeling near Derek to push his gun threateningly against his head.
This is the second of three books in the Master of Criminals series.
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A group of hackers is attempting to defraud the Canadian banking system. Investigations conducted by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP), the O’Unit (Ontario), are inconclusive since this particular type of fraud is unheard of. The Superintendent of the Department of Electronic Fraud, Derek Savill, receives an unexpected and well written e-mail signed by a certain Master of Criminals stating that he needs to speak with him regarding the course of his investigations. Derek does not take the e-mail seriously and continues to work with his team mate and best friend, Adam. That night, however, when Derek arrives home, an intruder is waiting for him. Derek is hit in the head, blindfolded, and cuffed to his own bed. The stranger informs him that on that same night he will kidnap one of Derek’s brothers. Oddly, the criminal assures Derek that his brother will be treated well as long as Derek meets his requirements regarding the course of his investigations. The Master of Criminals is elusive, intelligent, and not who he appears to be.
Master of Criminals is an action packed, gripping international crime story.
The signatory named himself Master of Criminals. Due to Derek’s profession and his excellent investigation results, however, he received hundreds of threats. Normally the threats were not as refined or well written as the one he received that morning, as they only stated that he would be killed. Sometimes the different manners of his supposed death were even described. The respectful tone of the threat ignited a tiny flame of curiosity in his mind.
“Derek, they attacked again.”
“Who was the target this time?” Derek asked blankly.
“A socialite. Her name is,” Adam consulted his notes and added, “Charlene Harrison.”
This one was famous, Derek realized, as he recognized her name from newspapers and magazine covers. The case was maddening since Adam never had trouble finding flaws in others’ procedures or arguments. This case defied their abilities in different ways, such as the apparent lack of failures, the poor connection between the victims, the inventive methods, and the new employee lent to their department by the technical area.
The gang, as it appeared to be the work of much more than one man, so far had attacked only wealthy women across the Canadian territory. Systematically they stole their data and banking passwords and relieved all funds they might have deposited. The traditional means of tracking electronic fraud had not worked and this case astonished them all. No spyware, sniffers, or Trojan horses. Not a malware in SQL. Not an evidence of cloning sites or phishing e-mails or known scams. Up to now they failed to locate the source of the fake IP. How had they done it? To complicate everything even further, among the victims there were no known connections, other than the fact that they were all loaded women. To make everything worse, the case had fallen into the interest of the press, which caused their superior to determine it a priority.
The modus operandi was always the same. All the funds were transferred, although the encrypted data stored in the financial systems remained the same. Despite this, the hacked financial institutions didn’t seem to know where the funds were transferred to, as the internal codes were switched. It was as if the money had never existed. It had already happened four times, with different women and different independent financial institutions. Derek had considered internal involvement and interrogated numerous employees, without success.
This is the first of three books in the Master of Criminals series.
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Ashley, a semi-pro surfer from Canada, meets Josafina, a professional photographer, in Italy. With a picnic on the beach, romance begins, but time and distance between them as well as cultural differences regarding a love such as theirs threatens to end their romance. Perhaps a casual fling is all they can hope for, or is there some way for the two women to be together?
I heard her lock the door behind us and before I could say a word, she pressed her body to mine, kissing me strongly and moving her hands up my back. I was surprised by her move, but aroused nonetheless. Her kisses were damp and passionate. As she rubbed her cheek next to mine, I could feel the heat of her body which stimulated me. She was definitely the aggressor. The room began to pulsate and I didn’t want to miss a moment of this beautiful, sexy woman seducing me. She looked at me and smiled, taking my hand in hers, and walking me to her bed.
Within fifteen minutes we arrived at her place. It was a tropical hideaway set amidst tall coconut palms which sported an inviting hammock, a mango tree filled with fruit, and a row of banana trees. The building was a restored plantation house, painted colorfully with soft yellow walls, aqua trim and a hot pink door. My heart was beating fast as Josafina put the key in the door and turned the handle. The breeze was blowing the curtains wildly as we entered the living room/kitchen. As Josafina locked the door behind us, I kissed the back of her neck. It was a slow, moist kiss on her warm, salty skin. She sighed and her shoulders dropped. I slid my arms around her waist and she turned and looked deeply into my eyes. We gazed upon one another’s souls for moments before having our first long kiss.
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A beautiful five-star resort in the Pocono Mountains is the setting for the grand wedding of sexy Soap Opera star, Ricardo Santiago, and his fiancée. The wedding planner in charge is Madison County, a hefty and outspoken woman, and a fashion disaster in a blue satin blouse tucked into a baggy pair of white linen slacks over blue open-toed wedges. She lurks over her uproarious followers like the Evil Queen from a child’s nightmare. As the many bridesmen arrive, each brings unique drama, with an older man and his boy toy only a sampling of the eclectic mix. The entire resort quickly becomes a media free-for-all with camera crews, television reporters and mobs of parasitic fans slithering about, and one particularly obnoxious reporter eager to uncover the many skeletons in the closets of the wedding couple and stake her claim to media fame. With her sharp eye and even sharper tongue, she hunts the audience like a starving king cobra looking for its prey.
With its over-the-top drama, humor, and truths uncovered, both good and bad, “Bridesmen of Madison County” is a heartwarming novel of extraordinary people living extraordinary lives.
The front door of T.J. Bookers swung open with a mighty force. The gust of cold winter air toppled the magazine rack near the checkout counter.
“Is it me or are these Twi-hards getting younger and younger every day?” laughed Shannon O’Rourke. “Bring the equipment in, boys. You can set up the cameras when that entire little sideshow leaves.” Shannon snapped her compact shut and smacked the strawberry flavored gloss over both lips. She stood perfectly still, except for her head, which hunted the audience like a starving king cobra looking for its prey. It wasn’t long before the hard-hitting journalist spotted the familiar face of Evan Merck, and released her venom. “Oh look, it’s Twinky Dinky. Where are the rest of the tubbies and your bunk buddy, Father Time?”
“Let me tell you something, Hagatha. I may be a ‘twinky’, but at least my dinky has seen a hell of a lot more action than your old, dried-out, cobweb collector,” Evan retorted.
Evan Merck was an attractive twenty-two-year-old with light red hair and eyes the color of a tropical ocean that he would use to melt the most evil of hearts. The young man benefited from a beautiful smile and a gym fed body which he offered to both the gentlemen and the young ladies.
Madison County rode in the back seat of the Lincoln Town Car hollering into her smartphone at a former client. The hefty woman with her newly processed pink highlights took a deep breath and popped a lemon Jolly Rancher into her mouth. “Why do I always seem to get hired only by drama queens and lunatic lesbians?” Madison vented to the driver. Madison County had a tall stature, with auburn hair highlighted with pink streaks and worn in what could only be described as a crushed beehive. Her oval face and bright red lips rested atop linebacker shoulders. She was carrying a pair of double D’s that she strutted high and proud underneath her dreadful attempt at fashion. Madison wore a blue satin blouse that tied high around her neck tucked into a baggy pair of white linen slacks over blue open-toed wedges. The final nail in the project scumway disaster was the faded blue wool blazer and the fifties styled horn-rimmed glasses that had some guests questioning the true sexuality of the wedding planner.
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A renegade vampire arrives in a small Ohio town bent on destroying a colony of mutant vampires (neither fully vampire nor fully human), which he believes to be an inferior disgrace to the true vampire race. The renegade Volter hopes to expose the mutants by turning the blame for his ensuing bloody rampage upon them, hoping they will be destroyed by the citizens once their identity is revealed. When a local amateur detective and his friends become involved in the fight to eradicate Volter, they discover very quickly that Volter is a formidable force not easily defeated.
Filled with humor, horror, adventure, thrills and chills, this is a vampire story unlike any other.
Volter had major plans for the evening, and he began with the roller coaster called “The Snapper.” He snuck into the back of the ride and positioned himself to leap into the last car as the ride filled. A scrawny high school kid balked at being seated next to Volter, but the ride attendant forced him to sit there. The boy gave Volter nervous glances as the ride got underway. Volter had prepared his little surprise for when the cars reached the very top of the first incline before rapidly plunging below. Arching over the apex was a large lighted sign that read: THE SNAPPER – For the thrill of a Lifetime! Just as the car reached the top, Volter snatched the kid next to him from under the security bar, and with a quick twist snapped his neck. Volter leapt from the car as it hesitated before plunging to its first fall, and strung the body from a light bar extending from the sign, awaiting the next cars of the roller coaster to discover his gruesome trophy.
His next little jest was at “The House of Horrors”, a ride through a dark and spooky haunted house. Volter arrived at the vampire display and he could hear the cars starting out at the beginning of the ride with the screams of the delighted patrons. He hid and waited for the cars to reach his station. As the cars passed and the riders ducked and screamed, Volter reached into the last car and pulled out a pretty blond girl that would fit the dungeon décor to a T. He quickly dispatched her with a bloody rip of her neck, and detached the fake victim from the mechanical vampire. He masterfully inserted his new, and very real, victim to the Fun House Vampire, and waited with great anticipation for the next ride to come by to see how masterfully he had recreated the display.
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When dramatic changes begin to occur in Callie, she fears they may be the result of a chemical spill from a plant ten miles from where she lives. Catching her boyfriend cheating on her, she moves in with a woman, but her attraction to her new roommate makes her question her own sexuality. Is she falling in love with a woman? How can she possibly explain what is going on inside her own body and that her transformation may not be complete? Her roommate will surely think she has lost her mind.
The bar was just what I had been longing for: the dim lighting, the soft breeze coming in off the beach, and the smooth glass in my hand. When I had returned to the hotel earlier, I had found Bob deep in a young twenty-something who I recognized as our waitress from the big party the night before. After a hearty slap to his amazed face, I grabbed my things and headed to the airport. There I had lost it in the ladies room, crying my eyes out on the cold plastic toilet seat. I had just gotten to the last sniffles when there was a knock at the door.
When I emerged, I had come face to face with a gorgeous green-eyed blonde, her tight derriere poured into the most flattering jeans I had ever seen. The swell of her luscious bosom was enough to make my head spin, even as I tried to focus on her face.
“My name’s Cheryl. You okay?” she asked again, handing me a tissue.
“No,” I managed honestly, taking the proffered tissue and blowing my nose. “I’m Callie and it has been a day from hell. I don’t know what to do, and the last thing I want is to get on a plane.”
“Then tell you what, Callie,” she said with a wink. “Let me buy you a drink at the bar down the terminal. I’ve had a day myself, and I could use another woman to talk to.”
My stomach twisted, knowing that I couldn’t afford to miss my flight, not even for this perfect angel. “I can’t. I’ve got no money for another flight if I miss this one.”
“Then you’re in luck,” she said, taking one of my bags. “Not only am I a pilot; I also own my own plane. Come on.”
I trailed after her, biting my lip, but unable to say no.
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Office and Construction Workers, Frat Guys and Farm Boys; Bedtime stories for guys who don’t wanna go right to sleep.
“Are you serious?” Javier grinned as he handed the invitation back to me. “You’d pay me two hundred bucks to pretend I’m your boyfriend for this ceremony? I just have to go to Chicago for the weekend – hotel and food on you – and hang on you at the reception?
“Yep. No kissing or groping, just flirt like you mean it and hold my hand now and then. You in?”
“That’s half a car payment, man. I’m in!” My sexy Puerto Rican coworker laughed as he stuck his wide hand out and grabbed mine. “See, I ain’t afraid of holdin’ hands with no guy!”
The following Saturday the ceremony went just as I had hoped. The couple walked down the aisle, words were exchanged, then the ballroom was opened for a huge sit down dinner. I got to introduce Javier, who thoughtfully nuzzled into me at just the right second, as my ex let his eyes rove up and down my sexy “date” without a clue that the sexy Puerto Rican was as straight as a Marine DI was supposed to be.
Later, much later, we stumbled back to the room, not drunk, but buzzed enough to make us both happy.
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve wanted to mess around for a long time. This just made it convenient.” Javier smiled as his fingers ran down the length of me.
Leaning back against the wall, I could do nothing but sigh deeply as Javier worked me over.
Waking with a start, my mind quickly processed the fact that a long warm body was pressing up against my back. Swimming through the dark haze of sleep that clouded my mind, I let myself relax against the rhythmic breathing and warm skin against mine as I focused on what was going on.
After a two week climb of Denali, the tallest mountain in North America, our gay climbing group had flown back in from the base camp to Talkeetna, Alaska. We had been lucky to get the last few rooms and we had to double up, me sharing with Peter, a tall sweet blond who was now absently nuzzling against me. Not that I minded. My lover had left six months earlier and it felt good to have a strong arm around me. We were all exhausted and I doubted that Peter was even aware of what he was doing. But I did hope I was wrong at the same time.
Shifting slightly, I was trying to get comfortable when Peter yawned lightly, then gripped me tightly again before groggily coming to. “You feel nice,” he sighed as he shifted his arms into a circle around my upper chest and began to stroke a thumb down over my forearm. “Don’t know how Richard could have walked away from this.”
“We had a good climb, huh,” I whispered nervously.
“Yeah, but I haven’t been able to think of anything but climbing you the whole time,” he whispered as he nuzzled his freshly shaved face alongside mine.
“Peter, I’ve got to say something you may think is stupid but it’s true and before we go on…,” I started, my body trembling at his touch.
“Don’t, worry. We’ll play safe,” he interrupted.
“That’s not it. It’s just that the only guy I was ever with was Richard.”
“Then I’ll be gentle.”
“I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t be…,” I grinned back.
“Really, nobody else? That makes you almost a virgin,” the blond whispered as he pressed his wind burned face down to mine for a fast kiss.
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Military Meat is a collection of erotic stories featuring sexy Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines doing what has always come naturally with men serving together. From a Major who celebrates his promotion by finally submitting to his attraction to other guys, to roommates who discover they share much more than a barracks room, to Rangers on Recon who cool off with a skinny dip and then heat the afternoon up again with wild sex in the woods, the stories in “Military Meat” celebrate the lust of military men and how they quench it. Mechanics with big tools, pilots learning how to handle a buddy’s joy stick, guards letting more than their guard down while on duty, and guys getting out of the barracks on leave…the stories in this collection run from (pre-condom) dark ages when homosex was forbidden in the military through the era of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.
The five of us were three weeks from graduating from the US Army Quartermaster Corp at Fort Lee, Virginia. The ancient barracks we were quartered in for training had grown even more depressing after we had come back from a week long leave over the holidays, so we had all kicked in and taken a room in a clean but seedy motel right outside the main gate of the sprawling training base. The four of them wanted to watch some games while I just wanted out of the barracks for awhile.
Spivey and Penney, tall blonds from Ohio who were more like brothers than buddies, fought like mad dogs but never went anywhere without the other one. Marty, our jock, had raven black hair and equally piercing eyes and I hated to be alone with him because every time we were by ourselves I wanted nothing more than to grab his face and pull him in for long, wet kisses. I’d been able to control myself but it wasn’t always easy, especially back in those dark ages way before DADT which this was – the No HoMo rule reigned supreme.
Then there was Gary Bennett, a streetwise punk from the streets of Detroit with dirty blond hair that stuck up in wild clumps all over his head, and his smile, when he used it, drove me up a wall with desire. I’d have given most anything to have had him kiss me but I knew that would never be on the table. Still, all of us were still corded with a thick layer of muscle from our months in basic training so I frequently got to see him strutting around in just his GI issue boxers. And me, I was considered the smart one just because I wore glasses and read.
“Dudes, how about some cards?” Bennett giggled, producing a worn pack from his pocket and giving them an expert shuffle.
“Not with the way you cheat!”
“Only with a new pack, man,” were a few of the rejoinders that came in fast and furious response. The last time we had all played together Bennett had won both the Ohio boys’ paychecks and good chunks of cash from Marty and me. We had all avoided cards with him since.
“Ok, I’m in,” I said as I set my beer aside, “But I’m almost broke,” I cautioned, and the others jumped in with the same response.
“Gin,” that one was from me. I was much better at that or Go Fish than poker any day of the week.
By midnight Bennett had a huge wad of money in front of him. He was, as usual, playing as if his life were at stake. I was down to my last five bucks, the Ohio twins had already folded, so it was down to three on this hand and I knew I wasn’t long for this game. It was almost a relief when Bennett upped the ante and I folded, hitting the latrine. When I came out the hand had ended as I assumed it would, with Bennett as the victor.
“Aw c’mon man, one more hand before lights out,” Bennett begged as he flipped the cards through his hand like a Las Vegas dealer.
“Yeah, sure, and what’re we gonna use for money?”
“You kiddin’?” Penney yelped. “We’re all gonna be in hock to you until payday as it is.”
“Then how about we play strip,” Bennett said slowly, head bent toward the table, “it’s just us guys.”
“What the hell, ain’t played this since junior high and it might be fun stoned,” Penney said, pulling himself over to the table.
As if he knew the reaction he would get from me, Bennett shot me that smile, the one that rammed his tongue down my throat without touching me, and wordlessly I sat down to take my hand.
The first hand wasn’t so bad. Bennett, as expected, won and we lost out shirts. Literally. After another five or so hands things weren’t looking so good in terms of the game for anyone but Bennett, but the look in general was sexy as hell for me. Everyone was at least bare chested. Penney was practically playing both hands for himself and Spivey. I don’t know how he managed but he kept the two of them in the game longer than me. I was the first to shuck out of my shorts and toss them onto the table amid cat calls and shrieks as I sat my bare butt back down onto the bench.
“Now we’re playin’ some poker!” Bennett grinned as I picked up my hand. Seeing the guys I lived with, played with, fantasized about and drooled over, in just their underwear was a little exciting and naughty.
“Since I’m out can I have my clothes back?” I asked Bennett, who had a laundry load of our assorted clothes piled in a mound next to his chair.
“Who says you don’t have a service to offer as ante?” he said.
“I, I don’t know what you mean,” I said, feeling cold bumps along the back of my naked back.
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Separated from the cowboy he loves, Jake must find his way back or die trying, but not alone. Together with the help of his new pal Frank Ward, a farm hand turned robber, they must endure all the dangers and desires of the rough and wild west to the end of the trail or to the end of a rope.
The moon is full overhead, illuminating the campsite with light and shadow from the surrounding trees. A splash and a lower octave voice lure Jake toward the origin of the sounds. Twigs snap underfoot as he walks out the cramps. Pulling back some brush by the shore, he watches as Frank and Cole skinny dip in the lake hidden from plain sight.
Cole grabs Frank and pushes him underwater. Frank lunges up, breaking free, tries to turn the tables and get a hold of Cole, but Cole is stronger and manhandles him into a headlock as he walks him to shore in control. The water drips off their nude bodies, their feet still submerged in the cool lake, and Cole wrestles Frank around in a new position maintaining the headlock but now from behind.
“What cha doin’, Cole?” Frank’s heart beats fast and the butterflies pound his stomach.
“Nothing you don’t want.” He pulls Frank closer, slightly loosening the headlock.
“What the hell is this? Jake stumbles, the dream dripping away, and he tries to cover his manhood with the thin blanket.
He lies in the bed, his shirt off and pants unbuttoned, with a hand holding the only gun he has. “I was only lying down with you, nothing else.” Jake stands up and lets his hand drop, showing off the bulge in his jeans. He finds his body reacting against his will. He drops the sheet in favor of his jeans and finds that they are hard to pull up over a bulge of his own.
“Frank, I can’t, you know that.”
Frank puts his arms around him from behind so he can see their reflection together in the mirror. “One of these days…” He kisses the sweat from Jake’s neck.
Jake exhales and leans back in the moment, lingering before pulling away. “You are trouble.”
“And you are one mighty fine looking man, Jake.”
Jake breathes deeply again and smiles. “Dusty is my world, you gotta understand.”
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Drill instructor Sergeant Clay Norris has his hands full. Between new recruits and a Senior Drill Sergeant with an attitude hanging over him, the last thing he needs is to develop a crush on one of his trainees, but Private Chevy “Banksy” Banks is an Adonis he is unable to resist. A natural leader, the young man draws the other troops in with his easy manner and warm-as-the-Sun smile, a combination that melts the trying-to-sound-tough young Drill Sergeant.
When the Senior Drill manages to tear the two men apart before anything beyond fantasies and longing glances can happen, Clay tries to move on and forget Banksy, throwing himself into his career, knowing that he may have to wait until he retires from the military to be able to partner up, while understanding the irony that he is defending a freedom he is not yet allowed, the freedom to be who he is and to pursue the person he loves.
Fate brings Clay and Banksy together again for a brief and joyous reunion when they are able to begin planning a future, that same fate cruelly ripping them apart once more, with each facing a trauma alone.
Dog Tagged is set post DADT (Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell) and pre the policy’s repeal; a time when being openly gay had seen many a lost career in the service. Sexually explicit in places, this story offers only a glimpse of how some men and women serving their country are not afforded the same rights as the heterosexuals with whom they fight side by side.
Incidents in Dog Tagged are based on true events.
Private Banks was at the top of the company in everything we did. When we climbed the rope lines in the obstacle course, he was like a coconut crab, scrambling down the line in record time. Crossing the parallel bars in front of the dining hall, he looked like a young ape swinging through the jungle. When the rest of the group was throwing up, sneezing and spitting after removing their gas masks in the gas chamber, Banksy managed to hold it together with only a few stinging tears tracking down his cheeks after giving his social security number to the sergeant in charge. When it came to learning rank and rules he was head and shoulders above the other guys; Bravo Company had a contender for trainee of the cycle, which meant top spot and an award given by the Brigade commander at graduation from basic.
There was only one thing Chevy Banks failed at and that was throwing a grenade.
By the time I had a couple of beers, I had a couple of guys lined up to come back to base with me. I had my uniform hanging in the backseat, which served as a kind of catnip come-on to the guys I had picked up, a hot blond and his even hotter dark haired friend. I couldn’t have Chevy and I needed an outlet, and since these guys were revved up and ready to go, why not take advantage?
When the civilians said they had no place for us to go, I got them in the car and after some hot ‘n heavy make-out, I took them back to the base. And there we were, having the time of our lives, windows fogged from our breath, rain tapping on the roof as lines of sweat streaked down over our mostly naked bodies. I think I still had a sock on, the blond still wore a thin shirt but it had been unbuttoned and was flapping on either side of him like spent wings, his smooth muscular chest exposed to me, while the other guy had managed to strip totally in the front seat.
As much fun as I was having, I would have traded everything we were doing for one closed mouth, both of us fully clothed, kiss with Chevy.
“Want some company, for chow?” I asked, drinking in Banksy’s face like it was water and I had been in the desert, which I had and was, but we had no problem importing water. The only thing I had been lacking was standing in front of me.
“I’m so damn glad to see you I wouldn’t mind if you showered with me, Sir.”
It was a joke, I knew, but it got me hard. I had just found him and I didn’t want to leave him, but his Captain arrived, there were other trucks that needed Banksy’s touch (not more than I needed that touch, but in a motor pool in a war zone was not the place to argue that), so we set a time and I went back to my quarters to, well, who would we be kidding if I didn’t just say it – dress for our date. I would have brought flowers if I thought it was acceptable.
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