Page 54 of Secrets We Fight

“I got it,” Rhett replied and took the keycard for my room and unlocked the door.

I waited a few seconds while he went inside and Agent Shea walked a few doors down. He watched me until Rhett called, “All clear, sir.”

I picked up my bag and stepped into the spacious room. As soon as the door clicked shut, Rhett grabbed a fistful of my sweater and pulled me against his solid body.

“What am I going to do with that smart mouth of yours?” he growled, then kissed me hard.

I moaned into his mouth, my dick hardening, and all I wanted to do was strip my clothes off and let him have his way with me.

Rhett pulled back. “We don’t have time for that.”

“Oh, come on. We can be fast.” I reached for the hem of my sweater and pulled it over my head.

“I thought you guys wanted to play blackjack?”

“Tyler knows about us. I can text him and tell him to stall.”

“Fuck.” He breathed. “Are you sure he won’t say anything?”

“Yes.” Since I kept Tyler’s secret back at Hawkins University, I had no doubt he would keep mine. “What would be his reason for telling anyone?”

“I don’t know.” Rhett ran his middle finger down my bare chest to my stomach. “But you know I worry about the agency finding out.”

“Agent Shea thinks you’re helping me unpack,” I joked. “Agent Vance is with Tyler. I think we can make this work.”

Rhett grabbed a hold of my belt buckle. “You have a way of breaking down my resolve.”

“But giving in to temptation never felt so good.”

“Yeah. Now, get naked, baby boy.”

* * *

Rhett leftafter our quick tryst and had Agent Shea stand watch outside my door while I got ready to head out for the night. I didn’t have to text Tyler to cover for us because the thought of someone knocking on the door at any second made me and Rhett race to the finish. I finally understood the appeal of a quickie.

After one last look in the mirror, there was a knock on my door, followed by, “Let’s go!”

I swung the door open to see everyone standing there: Rhett, Agents Shea and Vance, Tyler, Jase, and Dylan. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

Rhett choked slightly at my choice of words, and I knew instantly he was thinking about our quickie.

“That’s it, baby boy. Let me watch you come.”

We shared a look, and then he pulled it together and led us to the elevators. Everyone in the group was dressed in various colored long-sleeved button-down shirts, including the agents so they could blend in. The only difference was they had on jackets to cover the bulges on their sides where they were carrying their guns.

“So, what’s the protocol if one of us wants to bring a chick back?” Jase asked.

“You’re not hooking up in our room,” Tyler scoffed.

“You go to theirs.” I winked.

Rhett pushed the down button. “Our main priority is to keep everyone safe. The three of you are free to do as you please, but under no circumstance are you to tell anyone his room number.”

“Gotcha,” Dylan said.

“Or you two can keep it in your pants and have fun with us,” Tyler suggested. “You flew here for me.”

Jase slung an arm across Tyler’s shoulders as the elevator doors opened. “We’re just teasing, big bro. But weareready to get drunk as fuck.”