Page 44 of Tested

He shouts in protest, “No ma’am no I promise I won’t make a mess,” and Trajan bites.

The Marine climaxes, hard, still wearing his black pants. His jaw is locked so tight he can’t even get any sound out and he stays that way, back bowed, chin in the air, for several long, pulsing seconds.

Trajan gets an arm around him and holds him upright when the guy’s knees give way. Sheena unbuckles the cuffs, and the two of them maneuver the Marine to the bench in the back of the room.

And yeah, he’s got dark patches where his spunk soaked through the fabric of his pants.

David’s got his head on my shoulder and he’s breathing deep. I sneak a glance at the telltale bulge in his crotch. “This turn you on?” I murmur and fumble for his fly. I didn’t get hard watching Trajan and Sheena work over two strangers, but David’s excitement is contagious.

I work my hand in to wrap around his cock, but he grabs my wrist. “Nah,” he says. “Not now.”

Shifting my weight, I slide my hand free. “No?”

The two men are cuddling each other on the cot. Trajan’s got a hand on both of them, and Sheena’s keeping watch over the whole thing.

“It’s their show,” David murmurs, and I guess I know what he means.

My phone vibrates against my hip. It’s likely Smith again. I could Uber to wherever he is. Confirming that the text is from Smith, I debate how to approach this.

“You gotta go somewhere?” David asks.

“Smith.”

“No.”

“What?” The flatness of his refusal sets me back on my heels.

“Whatever it is can wait till tomorrow.” He shoots a glance at Trajan. “I know you want to help, but not tonight.”

His gaze is dark, defiant, and…frightened. “You’re not in the Elites anymore, and you don’t work for the LAPD. You can’t tell me if you took off now that you’d be able to concentrate for worrying about Trajan.”

The truth in his words hits home, making my shoulders sag. “How come the youngest is also the smartest?”

David gets a hand around my neck and pulls me to him till we’re forehead to forehead. “The dead selkie will still be dead tomorrow, but we came damned close to saying the same about Trajan. Tonight, I want all of us in bed.”

I pull out my phone and shoot Smith a text, promising to catch up with him by noon tomorrow. Then David and I wait, arm in arm, for Trajan to be ready to go home.