Depends On Who's Asking (SWAT Generation 2.0 12)

“Swear, that sounds like the two people you said don’t like each other are having sex on their balcony,” Martin said. “I can’t see anything, though. Our balconies are too far apart. Plus, it’s super dark over there. Though, it does look like they have lights on in their room. What do you think they have lights on for?”

Brielle said something, but I couldn’t focus.

Because that orgasm that I’d been feeling build earlier? It was bursting through, snatching me by the vagina and pulling so hard that I couldn’t stop myself from crying out.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered.

Saint cursed, his mouth coming down to try to stop the flow of words coming out of my mouth, but the damage had already been done.

I felt him grunt into my mouth, and I knew that my orgasm had triggered his own.

“They’re totally having sex,” Martin punctuated through the air. “We should have sex.”

“We don’t even like each other, Martin.” Brielle sounded outraged.

“Well,” Martin said. “You said that they didn’t either. And look where that’s left them.”

Saint slowly loosened his grip on my leg, allowing it to fall.

I groaned at the feeling of relief from my leg being released, but what we’d just done was totally worth it.

Totally. Worth. It.

“I’m sure that they have a really good explanation,” Brielle said. “But, just sayin’, I hope she’s on birth control, because it’s not like we have any condoms here. Even if I did like you, we wouldn’t be having sex. No glove, no love.”

I felt Saint stiffen, then he practically picked me up and led me inside.

The glow from the Christmas tree was practically blinding as he all but carried me into the middle of the room.

Pulling out, he dropped me to my feet, and I sighed at the feeling of emptiness.

“We should’ve talked about birth control,” he admitted softly.

We should have.

Had I been thinking clearly either time that we’d had sex, I would’ve stopped him.

But…

“I just had my period. Like, literally that day we got here was my last day. There’s no chance of me getting pregnant,” I promised.

“We should stop this.” He sounded pained. “We can’t have sex anymore.”

That sucked.

But he was right.

“Can we ask your little fairy godmother for condoms?” I asked hopefully.

He snorted and smacked my ass.

“Go get cleaned up. Maybe now we can both get some sleep,” he said.

That would work for tonight. But what about tomorrow night?

I had a feeling things were about to get really interesting.CHAPTER 9Made with love means I licked the spoon.-Caro to SaintSAINTQuarantine Day Twelve“Hello?” I answered the phone, sounding just as bored as I felt.

At first, the thought of having to spend three weeks at this hotel didn’t sound too bad.

But it was day twelve of our isolation, and I was getting stir crazy.

I wanted to get up and stretch my legs.

I wanted to go outside and chop some wood.

I wanted to go to fucking work.

“Son,” my father said, voice sounding tight. “We have a problem.”

I was instantly alert. “What?”

“There’s a threat to my life,” he said. “This one isn’t like all the others, though. This one is actually quite real, and until further notice, we’re to be moved to an undisclosed location.”

I felt my stomach tighten. “Go.”

Just because my parents had forcefully dragged me around the world, advancing from one government position to the other, didn’t mean that I wanted them to stop. And I sure the hell didn’t want some crazy asshole to hurt them.

“We’re going,” Dad confirmed. “We just wanted to let you know that you could possibly be compromised. I have an old buddy that’s in your city. He’s keeping an eye out. And where you’re at for sure should be just fine because nobody but Brad and I know where you are. But I wanted you to be aware of the possibility that something could be out there waiting when you got out.”

I looked at the woman that was doing sit-ups on the yoga mat in front of me.

The thought of dragging her into my life was abhorrent to me.

What woman would constantly want to have to live their life on the edge, waiting for something, anything, bad to happen?

Because I sure the fuck didn’t want to do that.

And kids? My God. What would happen if I brought kids into this mess?

“Don’t worry, though,” Dad said. “The secret service is already on this. They have a safe location for me and your mother picked out, and they’re getting it ready now. But until then, I’m going to wait at the cabin.”

The cabin being the one place that was ‘hidden’ from anything and anyone. Prying eyes, keyboard and physical, would never be able to find the place.

“Keep Brad with you,” I suggested. “And make sure Mom doesn’t get on the computer and tell anyone where she is.”

My dad laughed and hung up.