Iris (Mike Bravo Ops 1)

“Oh, you’ll get your turn. Inside the house. Now.” I don’t think either of us has ever moved so fast.

Chapter Twenty

Saint

Iris pulls me up the steps to his porch, only briefly pausing to take off our shoes, and then we continue through the house until we get to his bedroom. He slides open the door to the attached bathroom, and it’s in this precise moment I realize he’s about to see me naked.

For the shortest of time, I’d almost forgotten how messed up my body is underneath all my clothes.

Either my face says it, or Iris realizes too.

“Oh, shit. Are you okay with this? Did you want to shower in your bathroom, and then—”

Instead of answering, I reach for the hem of my shirt.

He grabs my wrist. “You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to. But I want to make the most of this. And … I know you won’t judge me.”

Iris’s lips turn upward. “Are you sure? It is me we’re talking about. Could you imagine ever doing something like this back in basic?”

“Well, yeah,” I admit, “because I used to think about it all the time. Only, back then I didn’t have any hang-ups over …” I lift my shirt and drop it to the floor.

Iris’s gaze travels over my body, and I hold my breath.

“Change of plans,” he says, stepping closer to me. “I was going to make this hard, fast, and let you use any toy in my drawer on me.”

I swallow hard. “And now?”

“Now I’m going to worship every inch of this sinful body of yours until you beg to get inside me.” He runs his hand from the scar on my left shoulder down to the long surgery scar running along my ribs from where they pulled bullet fragments out of my chest.

“Mm, if you’re going to do all this body worshipping, maybe you should do it properly and end up inside me.”

“Damn, Saint. I thought I was full of the good ideas.” His lips ghost across mine, but then he goes to step back.

I don’t let him. I grip his ass and pull him against me, bringing our mouths together hard.

Iris sucks in a sharp breath, and I take advantage of his parted lips by slipping my tongue inside. He moans, but it’s stilted. Like he’s trying to get my attention.

I break my mouth from his. “What?”

“Clothes,” he croaks.

Iris got changed back at headquarters, but I didn’t, so I undo the string on my board shorts while he unzips his pants. I help him with his shirt, and then we stand there, completely naked, taking each other in.

I’m not as self-conscious as I thought I’d be. Especially when his gaze roams over me, and all I can see is heat in his eyes. Like he thinks my battle wounds somehow make me sexier. Someone who hasn’t lived the lives we have might find them off-putting, but not Iris. He looks at me like they’re a badge of honor.

He trails his finger down my abs, and his hand brushes over the head of my hard cock. Precum leaks from the tip onto his hand, and he raises it to his mouth so he can lick it off.

“It’s taking all my strength not to get down on my knees for you, but I want inside you more.” He reaches behind me and turns on the shower, and while it heats up, he comes back to kissing me.

Only, this time it’s slow and caressing. He’s in no rush.

We step into the shower-bath combo together, and then Iris turns his back on me to reach for his bodywash.

I close the gap between us, pressing my front to his back. Iris leans back in my arms, and he’s so pliant against me.

This is different from the last two times of getting off. This is … It’s like we got Trav’s permission to do this, and suddenly we’re not in a hurry. We don’t have the guilt of knowing we’re doing something wrong hanging over our heads, and for the first time, we can actually explore.

Iris pushes back against me, and my cock slides in between his ass cheeks.

He throws his head back on my shoulder, exposing his throat. I wrap my fingers around his throat with one hand, while my other snakes down his body to grip his cock.

He rotates his hips, pushing back on me again. “I thought this was going to be about me worshiping your body.”

I dip my head and kiss his neck. “We’ll get to that. I couldn’t resist. And if I didn’t push this hard against you, all I’d be able to focus on would be your ass, and then I can’t promise that our new plan won’t revert to the first one where I’m the one fucking you.”

“I’m not opposed to flipping.”