Out of the Ashes (The Game 5)

I grinned sleepily. “Running cadences are part of basic training.”

“Doesn’t mean they’re fun,” he grumbled. “And I bet you weren’t forced to call yourself useless by some drill sergeant.”

I rumbled a laugh. “You don’t even know, boy. My RDC was a bitter bastard who came from a long line of SEALs and UDTs. He’d failed to follow in the family footsteps and became a nasty instructor instead.”

“Ugh.” The little shit pinched my nipple. “Can military folk say a single sentence without throwing in a confusing abbreviation? What the hell is a UDT? Or a B-130?”

“C-130.” I couldn’t keep from chuckling at him. “You mean from the chant Reese entertained you with last night?”

He nodded.

“It’s a plane. A big transport plane. It’s the Airborne’s ride to a deployment.” I yawned again and hoped we could get some more sleep. Another hour or two wouldn’t hurt.

“You sound like Kit,” he mumbled. “To talk about something else entirely, are we gonna find out why Ivy wasn’t forced to do the course?”

Sure. I assumed once she’d taken a pregnancy test to confirm she’d been knocked up by August. She claimed it was still too soon to be sure, but since she’d woken up the past two—maybe three now—mornings to empty her stomach in the toilet, we had a fairly good guess.

“You’ll have to ask her,” I said. “Sleep, baby.”

“Um-hum.” He was already halfway there.

The next time Tate woke me up, he was horny. So at least it was for a pleasurable reason.

I didn’t know if he knew I was awake. I didn’t know if he cared. He rubbed a little bit of oil onto my morning wood and muttered under his breath about having needs.

I smiled languidly and just let him do his thing.

He climbed on top, with his back to me, and slowly sank down onto my cock.

Fuck, what a view.

I drew in a deep breath and folded one arm behind my head.

“Finally,” he breathed.

I could stare at his back forever. And my cock disappearing into his perfect little asshole.

He planted his hands on my thighs and rolled his hips, setting an unhurried pace that woke me up more for every thrust. I touched his hip and let my thumb stroke his skin, closer and closer to his ass.

“Good morning, Master.”

“Morning, baby boy.” I cleared my throat to shake the morning voice. “I guess you needed a little something.”

“I needed a big something.” He threw a flirty look over his shoulder, and I shook my head in amusement. He exhaled a moan and faced forward again. “Fuck, I love your cock, Master.”

I hummed and traced my thumb between his cheeks. “It loves you too.”

What my cock didn’t love was the sound of the doorbell. In fact, it irritated me in a heartbeat. “They’ll go away.”

“They fucking better,” Tate groaned.

Bad time to borrow sugar. Which…had never happened before. But we hadn’t buzzed anyone in.

Tate grew needier and needier, and he fucked himself on my cock through the sound of the doorbell a second time, sliding back and forth on my thighs. It had to upset the hurt we’d caused on his ass. But I suspected it was just the right amount of pain that fueled his pleasure.

“You’re Master’s cock-hungry little whore this morning,” I murmured huskily.

“So cock-hungry for you,” he moaned. “I wanna—goddammit!” The third time the doorbell rang, he flipped his shit and climbed off me.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I demanded. “They’ll go away.”

“Clearly not,” he snarled. He pulled on a pair of sweats and cursed. “I’ll give them a piece of my fucking mind. I’ll be right back. Don’t go soft!”

I snorted, then sighed as he hurried out of the room.

We usually had the best neighbors. The kind you only exchanged polite nods and brief hellos with in the elevator. I didn’t know their names. They didn’t know ours.

I heard the front door open.

“You. What’re you doing here?” Tate asked accusingly. “Do you know what you just interrupted? I was riding Master’s cock.”

Okay, so it was Franklin.

“I’m very sorry.” His voice confirmed it. “I would’ve called, but I didn’t want to give you the option of saying I didn’t have to come over.”

I lifted my brow and gripped my cock loosely. If I was going to stay hard, Tate better come back now.

“What’re you talking about?” Tate huffed.

“Someone uploaded highlights from an event last night to the online community. You and Kingsley attended,” Franklin said. “I’m appalled, Tate! Are you all right? I had to see for myself. I saw them strike you.”

My mouth twisted with a wry smile. He was a sweetheart.

“Oh my God, that’s our kink.” Tate groaned through a chuckle. “Look—come on. I’m not letting you derail me. If you want to know more, you’re gonna have to listen and watch at the same time. Let’s go.”

He must’ve turned around to return to the bedroom, thus exposing his back to Franklin, who gasped in horror.