Three Alpha Romeo

… to what appeared to be a long, strong, beautiful cock.

“Move over,” he said, nudging me with his hip. “The hot water goes out fast, and you’re hogging it all.”

His legs brushed mine, and I stopped complaining. I noticed I wasn’t covering up my own nakedness anymore, either.

“Wash my back?”

This time I agreed. I let out a sigh of resignation first though, but it came out weak.

“Here, darlin’.”

Randall slipped the soap and washcloth into my hand. As he did he leaned forward, and our faces nearly touched. Our lips brushed for a brief moment — my false scowl against his smile — and then he was turning around. Revealing even more tattoos, more muscle.

“So you killed two people,” I said casually, rubbing him down. “Just so I could have my toothbrush?”

He didn’t answer at first. With the water still cascading over his shoulders, I saw him tilt his head slightly.

“Deodorant too,” he finally answered. “And that bag of feminine products. You know… applicators and pads and—”

I choked at the matter-of-factness of it all. I was flattered of course, and what he’d done had been sweet. Yet I was also a frightened by this man. Maybe even a little bit turned on…

“Honey listen,” he said abruptly. “Those weren’t people. They were Indigo.” I saw his body stiffen a little, his muscles going hard. “They were animals that worked for Kyrkos.”

My hands wandered down to his lower back. Holy shit, he had an incredible ass. Tight and muscular, but perfectly rounded too.

“I— I know.”

“Don’t feel badly for them. Those were the same people shooting at us last night.” He turned to face me. “They would’ve taken you without question. Without a single second’s hesitation, or afterthought.”

We were touching now. Our soap-covered bodies naked and exposed, pressing against each other.

Randall’s trademark grin returned. “Wash my front?”

I gasped as I felt it; his cock, trapped between us. At first it was pressed between my thighs. But now it was rising. Growing harder and thicker…

My hand moved down, taking him. Grasping him.

Stroking him…

Andrea, what are you doing?

“Tell me why you want Kyrkos,” I breathed. Our mouths were almost touching again. “What’s he done that the military is after him?”

“Not the military,” Randall said. “We’re no longer enlisted.”

I was distracting myself with words. Absolving myself of responsibility. As if in talking with him, I wasn’t really moving my hand up and down the length of his stiffening cock.

And God, what a cock it was…

“So it’s personal?”

Randall nodded slowly.

“What did he do to you?”

The ex-SEAL’s mouth changed again. His expression went uncharacteristically grim.

“Ask Holden,” he said.