Page 167 of Allegiance

Oh, hell, no.

They were getting married when this was over and possibly leaving. The last thing he was going to do was let his man lock him out.

They could fight.

Scream.

Yell, but no one was shutting the door between them. That was a no in his book.

That was akin to fighting dirty, and he wasn’t going to let that happen. They’d argue and then regroup—not that BS.

With the lock-picking kit that was in the one drawer, it was a good thing he let Rogue teach him how to be a little bit larcenous.

It was about to come in handy.

When in New Orleans, break into some places. Why the hell not? It was, after all, their shared bathroom.

Kneeling in front of the door, he placed the picks inside the lock, playing with the tumblers. It took all of ten seconds before he heard the click.

And Gene was no longer locked away.

Getting up, Tommy tossed the kit onto the dresser, opened the door, and headed in.

It was time to talk.

Or fight.

Honestly, anything was better than someone locking him out of the room.

When he closed the door, he knew how bad it was going to be.

Gene was standing in the shower, his hands on the wall as the spray hit him in the face.

It ran down his torso, and the tension was clearly visible across his body.

Someone was not fairing well when it came to this one. That was for damn sure.

Well, Tommy knew how to help him.

It was time to rile up a bad guy with some dirty, distracting sex.

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to jump on the man when he saw him naked in the shower. His body was crisscrossed with tats and his ass…

Lord.

Have.

Mercy.

Someone could bounce a quarter off his derriere, and it would get some height.

Bless the Major for making them stay in good shape. He’d kiss her later for that.

Bet on it.

As he began stripping out of his clothes, he knew when Gene was aware of him being there.

His body tensed more if that was even possible.