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“Carmen says he won’t do that. She’s positive she can convince him she’s getting intel on the Guardians to bring back to him.”
“Plan for the best…” I say.
“…Expect the worst.” Zeb slaps me on the shoulder.
We finish cleaning up after our morning decimation by the Rufi. After cleaning our weapons, we stow them in our personal gear lockers and hit the showers.
Booker and Brady separate from the rest of us to spend time with their women. Rafe goes to watch over Carmen. We all know what that means.
Something’s brewing between those two. Rafe denies it, but the two of them are definitely fucking. Soon, he’ll be pussy-whipped just like Brady and Booker.
He’s supposed to be providing security for Carmen until the brass determines her motives, but there’s far more than that going on.
Rafe’s been totally chill since Carmen arrived. There’s definitely a lot of fucking going on between them.
Then there’s me.
Brady’s not wrong. I’m wound up tight, constantly thinking about that night.
That woman.
It’s been more than a few days since I last got laid.
“You guys got plans?” I turn to Hayes and Zeb. I gotta break this dry spell. If my mystery woman is out of the picture, it’s time to move on.
“You looking to get laid?” Hayes shakes his head and laughs.
“I’m always looking for pussy.” I give Hayes a look. “Aren’t we all?”
“When’s the last time you got laid?” Zeb snaps his towel at me, but I dance out of the way.
No sex since my mystery woman blew my mind at the club. Wish I’d taken the time to put her on her knees to blow me for real. Now, it’s all I can think about. She fundamentally changed something within me, and to be totally honest with myself, I’m not interested in other women right now.
I want her.
Not that I’m going to explain any of that to Zeb and Hayes.
“I’m up for a night on the town.” Zeb rubs the back of his neck. “Getting laid sounds good too.”
“Where are you planning on going?” Hayes is interested, although he’ll never come out and say it. “That same place you’ve been trolling lately?”
“Maybe?”
Absolutely.
Who knows when my mystery woman will show up.
“San Francisco is too far.” Hayes grabs his towel and heads to the showers. “Let’s stay local.”
“Local is lame. Besides, haven’t you worked your way through all the local girls?” I may be king when it comes to meaningless fucks, but Hayes never fails to bag a chick either.
Not that it should be a surprise. As former Navy SEALs, and now Guardians, we’re basically chick magnets on steroids.
“I’m with Alec,” Zeb jumps in. “Let’s hit the clubs in the city. We’ve got all weekend…”
“Fine, but I’m not driving,” Hayes gives in.
“You never drive.” Zeb slings his towel over his shoulder and strolls into the shower. “I’m the one who always gets stuck as chauffeur.