Page 85 of Men of Fort Dale: The Complete Series

And now he was pushing inside him.

“You okay?” David asked, hips still.

“You feel amazing.”

Before he realized what was happening, he felt himself being moved. A low gasp escaped him as he felt David pull out, and his body lifted upward. Then, he was on his back, his hips nudged to lay upon David’s thighs.

Christian looked up, panting and needy but not blind to what knelt before him.

David’s toned chest was covered in sweat, hair glistening in the light from the bedroom door.

His eyes were locked on Christian’s face, pale and almost completely darkened by his swollen pupils, filled with lust. David’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he reached down, realigning himself before pushing into Christian again.

Wrapping his legs around David as quickly as he could, Christian arched his back, lifting his body off the bed and pushing into the thrusts.

His cock throbbed and ached with a need for release, but he found himself begging for David’s cock.

Heat and pleasure washed through him in alternating waves as David thrust again.

Christian didn’t have long to enjoy the ride before David’s hand wrapped around his cock, jerking it slowly.

A strangled noise tore from Christian’s throat as his strength gave out, falling to impale himself on the next inward thrust. It took only a few strokes of his painfully hard cock before Christian gave another cry, his fingers digging into David’s thighs as he came.

Even as the pleasure crashed through him, Christian felt David throb deep inside him. The older man bowed over, pressing his face into Christian’s chest as his body jerked. Christian felt himself spatter them both as his cock twitched between them, his body singing with thought-erasing pleasure.

Christian slumped, helpless to continue holding himself up as his orgasm finally left him.

Above him, David pulled out carefully, his arms shaking as he slowly pushed himself back and eased Christian’s legs onto the mattress.

Christian watched, unable to find the strength to move as the older man paced around the bed toward a darkened doorway nearby.

There came the sound of rustling and then running water before David returned.

David smiled crookedly, sitting on the bed beside him and bringing a damp cloth up to wipe Christian’s body clean.

They said nothing as the warm rag was gently wiped up and down Christian’s torso, his hips, and around his groin.

Christian reached out, slowly stroking David’s thighs as he allowed himself to be cleaned.

Still saying nothing, David stood up, returning the cloth to the bathroom. When he returned, he carefully pulled the covers over Christian.

“Not coming?” Christian asked, worry ruining his cozy lethargy.

David chuckled. “I need to lock up and turn the lights off. Stay here and get comfortable.”

“Is that an order?” Christian asked with a weak chuckle.

David bent forward, smirking. “I see your sense of humor has returned.”

“It left?”

“When you wanted me to fuck you into the mattress, it did.”

Christian grunted, his mind enjoying the sound, but his body was far too tired and tender for anything more. Instead, he leaned forward, kissing the other man.

“And if you’re good, you can do it again before we go in tomorrow morning.”

David returned the kiss, lingering for a moment longer. “Promises, promises.”

“Why do I get the feeling work just got a lot more interesting?” Christian asked.

David’s smile flickered. “We’ll see. I’ll be right back.”

It wasn’t the most comforting of responses, but Christian didn’t have the energy to fight.

He knew they had crossed a serious line by sleeping with one another just once.

To go further would invite even more potential for disaster, and that on the heels of David having already been threatened with the same danger from someone else.

But Christian knew a good piece of advice when he heard one, and he allowed himself to curl up against the pillow as David went to tend to the rest of the house.

It allowed him the perfect view of David’s naked body as the general padded through the house, turning off lights and, from the sounds of it, cleaning up a little.

Christian closed his eyes, thinking he might just get used to this.

Christian had spent most of his day humming as he worked.

As far as Thursdays went, it was one of his better ones, and he was enjoying himself thoroughly.

Sure, maybe he hadn’t got quite as much sleep as he was used to, and his ass was more tender than usual, but Christian wasn’t going to complain about either.

It didn’t hurt that he had a night of great memories to run through his head as he slogged through reports, fielded calls, and dealt with irritated soldiers all day. Even better, he saw a reminder of his good memories walking in and out of his office while the general dealt with his daily tasks.

Reyes glanced at him, frowning for the twentieth time in an hour. “You good?”

Christian looked up from his screen. “Yeah, why, should I not be?”

“You’ve been singing all day. Not sure if I should be worried you’re on drugs or drunk.”

Christian laughed. “You might be happy to be grumpy all day, but that doesn’t mean the rest of us have to be.”

“I’m not grumpy,” Reyes protested.

Christian thought about it. “Hmm, you know, you haven’t been as grumpy the past few days. Something good happen?”

“I’m not sure I like the idea of my being less grumpy suddenly.”

Christian grinned. “Oh? So, something did happen. Are you just enjoying the sunny warmth of my company, or is it something else?”

“You can go back to singing now.”

Christian held up a finger. “Oh, I know! You found yourself a date for the Gala!”

Oscar scowled. “What?”

Christian rolled his eyes. “The big gala that’s held like.

..every year. Pretty much every soldier shows up, if they can, all dressed up with their dates.

Big names from the town are invited. It’s a nice touch, bringing people in so they can see the better side of the base rather than just a few rowdy, drunken soldiers occasionally. ”

“Fancy parties aren’t really my thing.”

“Hmph, shame. I think you’d look good in your dress blues.”

For a moment, he thought Reyes would say something in return, but instead, the man just turned back to his work.

Oscar Reyes was a strange man, and his moods didn’t always make much sense to Christian.

Yet, there was something different about him, and had been for a couple of days.

Christian wasn’t sure what the other man was going through, but whatever it was, it had obviously been taking its toll.

Christian hoped, for Reyes’ sake, that his recent upturn in mood meant something good had finally happened.

The office door opened, and General Winter popped his head out to look around the room.

Nothing had been different between them throughout the day, which Christian considered a blessing.

He still wasn’t sure what the hell they were.

Whether the night before had been significant beyond a one-night thing, he knew it was important that nothing on the surface changed.

That didn’t mean his heart didn’t skip a beat or two when he saw the older man’s handsome features.

“Need something?” Christian asked.

“Checking to see if we had any impromptu visitors to worry about at the moment,” General Winter said with another glance around.

Christian shook his head. “No, sir. I closed the office about an hour ago so we wouldn’t have to worry about it.”

“And why, might I ask, did you do that?”

Christian laughed. “No offense, General, but you have a few things on your plate. If it’s an emergency, they can call ahead like any reasonable person.”

General Winter sighed. “That’s fair. Speaking of which, since we have no one to worry about now, would you come in here?”

Christian nodded, looking at Reyes. “You okay to handle the phones?”

“I think I can manage.”

Christian chuckled as he stood. “Glad to hear.”

Grabbing his tablet, Christian followed the general into his office. As much as they both trusted his memory when it came to anything they discussed, Christian didn’t like to take chances. He always brought his tablet to ensure he could take notes in case he forgot anything later.

Christian closed the door behind them. “Any word on our wayward team?”

General Winter sighed as he sat behind the desk, motioning toward the seats across from him. “Maelstrom hasn’t arrived at the rendezvous point as quickly as I hoped. The Canadian wilderness isn’t exactly known for being kind, but I hoped they would have more luck than this.”

Christian frowned. “You don’t think anything’s happened to them, do you?”

“I hope not, but I won’t dismiss the possibility. If they haven’t arrived by the designated date, we’ll send a rescue team to retrieve them. I won’t lose faith in them, though. Team Maelstrom is good, and their intel officer, for all his recent infamy, is good too.”

“Well, I hope it gets them to work together.”

General Winter snorted, leaning back in his seat. “Well, then maybe it might not be too bad if something has happened. There’s nothing quite like a block in the road to make or break a team.”

“Which I suppose is better than staying stuck in this feuding limbo forever,” Christian noted.

General Winter inclined his head. “Indeed.”

Christian watched the other man, waiting for him to reach the next point, but he was distracted.

Christian had never noticed before, but there was something alluring about watching the general as he worked.

The man had always cut a handsome figure, but sitting in his chair, back straight, looking thoughtful but confident, only enhanced his good looks.

Christian was beginning to realize he might have a kink for men with authority.

David raised a brow. “Something wrong?”

Christian shook his head, looking down at his tablet. “No, sir, I’m okay.”