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Once every ounce of sensation had been wrung from him, Royce stilled and opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that Dylan hadn’t come. His cock was still deep pink and straining, his shoulders heaving, and stomach muscles twitching as he held himself back.

“You said you were with me,” he said with a lazy roll of his hips.

Dylan looked down at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

“I lied. Wanted you to go first this time.”

Royce grunted. “You got what you wanted. Now let’s take care of you.” Determined to make his lover feel as good as he had, he took his cock in hand and began to stroke.

Dylan began moving again, soft, pretty moans coming from his lips as he pushed his cock through the tight grip of Royce’s fist.

“You did so good tonight,” Royce praised. “Gave me everything with your beautiful body. It’s your turn now. Come for me, sweetheart.” He pumped him faster, hand flying up and down his hot, silky shaft.

“Ah!” Dylan cried out to the night sky.

He came, his cock pulsing his release. Pearl white cum spilled into Royce’s fist in a rush. As Dylan shuddered through his climax, his ass milked Royce’s cock even though he’d already come. It was almost too much on his sensitive flesh, but he loved it anyway. He took Dylan all the way to the end, until his shudders and moans died down into tired stillness.

With a breathy, satisfied sigh, Dylan collapsed on top of him. Royce wrapped his arms around Dylan’s back in a hug, holding him as he recovered. Drained of all the tension, their bodies grew loose and relaxed, chests pushing together as they caught their breath.

“So,” Dylan started after long moments of quiet. “Did you like your first truck picnic?”

Royce chuckled and kissed his temple. “Affirmative.”

After withdrawing from Dylan, Royce rearranged them so that they were beneath one of the blankets. He curled an arm around Dylan and pulled him up against his side. They snuggled in close, protected from the chill night air. Not yet ready to leave, they talked, keeping the conversation light so they could enjoy their peaceful time together.

As Royce lay there, quietly chatting with his lover and squadmate, he realized that Dylan had been right. Itwasnice to have a place of warmth of comfort as a respite from the hard violence of their lives. Here, in the back of a pickup truck with his lover in his arms, Royce thought that life couldn’t be more perfect.

Chapter 50

Ice was given several days off to heal up from his time with the unknown mercenaries. He used the time to rest, knowing that his body needed it to return to peak physical condition. He also did light workouts, some with Hazard, some on his own. Now he needed to get caught up on his mission reports.

Late in the afternoon, he left their barracks and went up to HQ. As a captain, he had an office on base. It was a utilitarian space. The walls were covered in cheap paneling and the floor was plain gray linoleum. He’d elected not to display any of his awards or commendations so the walls were as bare as the day he’d moved in. His furnishings were the basic necessities.

There was a tan, metal file cabinet, a metal desk with a faux wood top and a wooden rolling desk chair. Two more chairs were in front of the desk and a tall bookcase stuffed with manuals and guides stood behind it. It was small space, but it gave him the peace and quiet he needed while doing admin work.

Thanks to his recent capture, he had several forms he needed to fill out in addition to his usual reports. Although he didn’t enjoy paperwork, he didn’t like letting it pile up and then having to rush to beat deadlines either. He’d rather get it out of the way and submitted in a timely manner.

He’d asked Ortiz what the plan was to track down the mercs and find out who they were and why they’d taken his blood. She’d frowned and said she’d inquired herself and been told tostand down on it for now. Perhaps the higher ups were waiting for his report before they made any decisions.

Ice sat down, turned on the desk lamp, and pulled the stack of papers and folders sitting on the corner of the desk toward him. Pen in hand, he began working his way through all of the reports he needed to submit and files he’d been sent to review.

The office was quiet, save for the tick-tock of the wall clock and the scratch of his pen over paper. Noise from the hall and outside the building filtered in, muffled and low. The white noise let him sink into the dull task without his focus wandering.

He was a little over half way through the pile when someone knocked on his office door. Ready for a break, Ice set his pen down and cracked his neck, letting out a satisfied grunt at the resultingpop.

“Come in,” he called out.

The door opened and Colonel Trent walked in. The officer was in charge of all personnel for Fort Grove, working directly under base command.

“Colonel Trent, sir.” Ice rose from his chair and stood at attention.

“Good evening, Captain Anderson. How are you?”

“I’m well, sir.”

“Good. Good. Have a seat.”

Ice waited until Trent sat in the chair in front of his desk before he sat back down. He was curious as to why the colonel was in his office of all places, but waited patiently for him to reveal the purpose of his visit.