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Fleur closed her eyes and sighed. “God, yes.”
“Wait, wait,” Shelly said and scooted closer to her. “Maybe if I get closer to you, I can get a contact orgasm, you know, like a contact high?”
Fleur laughed so hard she held her stomach. “Aren’t … you … a … doctor?” She had to force the words out between her laughs. Shelly’s giggles didn’t help. Tears fell from her eyes, and she wiped at them, laughing so hard her body ached. “Contact … orgasm.”
“Well, that’s how you get them, right? Contact? I can’t get that!” Shelly held her stomach and laughed just as hard as Fleur.
“What’s so funny?” Miller asked as he came into the tent. Fleur looked at Shelly, and they laughed even harder. The man looked at them and shook his head. He tried a couple of times to ask Shelly something but gave up and walked out. Fleur pointed to the empty doorway, and Shelly shrieked with laughter. Laughing, Fleur dropped to the ground because she couldn’t stand up any longer. God, it was great to have friends who got you.
CHAPTER 18
“Is it cabled down?” Ronan asked Wraith, who was helping Wolf secure the canvas to the deuce and a half.
“Yep. They'll have to slice through the canvas if they want to see what’s in it,” Wolf said.
“Next to our tent,” Wraith added, which was the ultimate detractor in Ronan’s opinion. He and Jug had set up the women’s tents. Shelly’s was on the right of the men’s tents, Fleur’s on the left. Both were an acceptable distance away for privacy.
“The big tents are going up.” Wolf nodded toward the main camp. The structures team didn’t waste any time. The excitement of the convoy's supplies was contagious.
“They didn’t waste any time,” Jug said. “I’mofficially on the clock. I’ll go make the rounds of the militia posts.”
“Good idea. Wolf, rack out. You have a mid to turn with Stryker.”
“Sounds good.” Wolf picked up his uniform shirt and weapon, which was within easy reach. “Night.”
Ronan nodded in acknowledgment as he stared at Jug. “What the hell is going on with him?”
“Love,” Wraith said as he moved to stand next to Ronan.
Ronan slowly turned to look at Wraith. “If love makes him a grumpy motherfucker, we need to break up that romance.”
Wraith shook his head. “He hasn’t made a move.”
Ronan did a double-take at his second in command. “How the hell do you know?”
Wraith lifted an eyebrow. “Frustration on both ends.”
“Oh.” Well, that would lead him to believe Wraith’s assumption. “Fuck, what’s he waiting for?”
Wraith shrugged. “Not my place.”
“If it affects us working with him, it is our place.” Ronan sighed. “Cobra team is on its way.”
A huge smile spread across Wraith’s face. “Yeah?”
Ronan laughed. “Yeah. It will be good to see them again.”
“Damn straight.” Wraith slapped him on the back. “Best news ever.”
“Thought you’d think so,” Ronan said to the man’s back. Wraith had a handful of friends, and his best friend from his childhood was assigned to Cobra team. When he was with Ranger, Wraith was a different person. He talked and laughed without being guarded. The transformation was remarkable. But Ronan got it. Deacon was his best friend, and relationships grounded in a lifetime of experiences were easy to slip back into.
Ronan glanced after Jug, who was at the first checkpoint. He grabbed his uniform shirt and put it on before grabbing his M-4 and tracking after Jug. He caught up with him at the second checkpoint. Jug’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say a word until they were done talking to the militia and heading to the next post.
Jug grunted, “I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem like it. Talk to me.”
“Nope. Thanks.” Jug declined his invitation.