neck.
Every man in the room was staring enviously in their direction. Including Rylan, who caught Lennox’s eye and tipped his head in an unspoken question.
“Rylan wants in,” Lennox murmured.
Reese stiffened, lifting her head to frown at him. “No fucking way.”
He tried another angle. “I hear he’s good with his tongue…”
“Oh, he is,” Tamara confirmed.
“I don’t care how good he is,” was Reese’s muttered response. “This is a private party. He’s not invited.”
Lennox shot a rueful look at Rylan, giving a slight shake of his head. The blond man rolled his eyes before turning to say something to Pike.
Ah well. He’d tried. Rylan was on his own tonight. And Lennox, well, he was suddenly being tugged to his feet by the two women, Tamara’s hand still buried inside his jeans.
“We want you to ourselves tonight.” Reese brought her mouth to his ear, flicking her tongue over the lobe. “And you better not be tired from that long drive, because we expect you to last all goddamn night.”
A wicked grin lifted his lips. That sounded fucking phenomenal.
Or rather, it sounded like phenomenal fucking.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
6
When Jamie approached the huge lot behind the town square the next morning, she knew without a shred of doubt that she was going to enjoy every single second of the Foxworth combat training.
Rylan, in all his masculine glory, was stripped down to a pair of jeans and scuffed black boots, his bare chest and golden hair gleaming in the sunshine.
She suddenly wished she’d fooled around with Beckett last night instead of spending the time catching up and shooting pool with him. If she’d gone to bed well fucked, then maybe her body wouldn’t be pulsing like an electric current right now, aching for action.
Speaking of well fucked… Lennox looked more relaxed than ever as he strode up to her. He’d disappeared with Reese and Tamara yesterday, and Jamie didn’t need to guess what the trio had been up to all night. The answer was right there in Lennox’s heavy-lidded gray eyes.
“Had fun last night, did ya?” she teased.
“Reese and I had a lot of catching up to do,” Lennox said with a wink.
Three stone walls no more than four feet high enclosed the north side of the town square, and Lennox hopped up on the wide ledge of the back wall. His body was angled so that he was facing the parking lot rather than the bronzed statue in the square behind them. The statue was a man on a horse, but the engraved letters on the plaque at the base had been scratched off. Jamie figured the guy was probably a war hero. Maybe from one of the battles that had been fought long before the final war that had led to the formation of the Global Council.
“I’m sure.” She climbed up beside him, unable to keep the amusement out of her voice. “And Tamara? Catching up with her too?”
He shrugged. “She left for South Colony this morning. Someone needed to send her off with a bang.”
Jamie snickered.
Their attention turned to the lot, which today was serving as an impromptu gun range. Rylan and Pike had already set up targets in various sections of the lot. Now the two men stood near a large wooden crate, checking the arsenal of handguns and rifles stashed there. Jamie wasn’t sure how Reese had accumulated so many weapons, but there was no point in asking the woman. Reese never divulged her secrets if she could help it.
The first group of trainees trickled in. According to Beckett, of the eighty people living in Foxworth, only about twenty of them knew how to shoot a gun. The other sixty were clueless, and Rylan and Pike were splitting them up into groups of fifteen for the training sessions.
Jamie raised an eyebrow at the amount of young faces she was seeing. Normally she only spent time with Beck, Travis, and a few other close friends, so she hadn’t realized there were so many kids in town. Half of the first group was made up of teenagers.
Two skinny boys who
Every man in the room was staring enviously in their direction. Including Rylan, who caught Lennox’s eye and tipped his head in an unspoken question.
“Rylan wants in,” Lennox murmured.
Reese stiffened, lifting her head to frown at him. “No fucking way.”
He tried another angle. “I hear he’s good with his tongue…”
“Oh, he is,” Tamara confirmed.
“I don’t care how good he is,” was Reese’s muttered response. “This is a private party. He’s not invited.”
Lennox shot a rueful look at Rylan, giving a slight shake of his head. The blond man rolled his eyes before turning to say something to Pike.
Ah well. He’d tried. Rylan was on his own tonight. And Lennox, well, he was suddenly being tugged to his feet by the two women, Tamara’s hand still buried inside his jeans.
“We want you to ourselves tonight.” Reese brought her mouth to his ear, flicking her tongue over the lobe. “And you better not be tired from that long drive, because we expect you to last all goddamn night.”
A wicked grin lifted his lips. That sounded fucking phenomenal.
Or rather, it sounded like phenomenal fucking.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
6
When Jamie approached the huge lot behind the town square the next morning, she knew without a shred of doubt that she was going to enjoy every single second of the Foxworth combat training.
Rylan, in all his masculine glory, was stripped down to a pair of jeans and scuffed black boots, his bare chest and golden hair gleaming in the sunshine.
She suddenly wished she’d fooled around with Beckett last night instead of spending the time catching up and shooting pool with him. If she’d gone to bed well fucked, then maybe her body wouldn’t be pulsing like an electric current right now, aching for action.
Speaking of well fucked… Lennox looked more relaxed than ever as he strode up to her. He’d disappeared with Reese and Tamara yesterday, and Jamie didn’t need to guess what the trio had been up to all night. The answer was right there in Lennox’s heavy-lidded gray eyes.
“Had fun last night, did ya?” she teased.
“Reese and I had a lot of catching up to do,” Lennox said with a wink.
Three stone walls no more than four feet high enclosed the north side of the town square, and Lennox hopped up on the wide ledge of the back wall. His body was angled so that he was facing the parking lot rather than the bronzed statue in the square behind them. The statue was a man on a horse, but the engraved letters on the plaque at the base had been scratched off. Jamie figured the guy was probably a war hero. Maybe from one of the battles that had been fought long before the final war that had led to the formation of the Global Council.
“I’m sure.” She climbed up beside him, unable to keep the amusement out of her voice. “And Tamara? Catching up with her too?”
He shrugged. “She left for South Colony this morning. Someone needed to send her off with a bang.”
Jamie snickered.
Their attention turned to the lot, which today was serving as an impromptu gun range. Rylan and Pike had already set up targets in various sections of the lot. Now the two men stood near a large wooden crate, checking the arsenal of handguns and rifles stashed there. Jamie wasn’t sure how Reese had accumulated so many weapons, but there was no point in asking the woman. Reese never divulged her secrets if she could help it.
The first group of trainees trickled in. According to Beckett, of the eighty people living in Foxworth, only about twenty of them knew how to shoot a gun. The other sixty were clueless, and Rylan and Pike were splitting them up into groups of fifteen for the training sessions.
Jamie raised an eyebrow at the amount of young faces she was seeing. Normally she only spent time with Beck, Travis, and a few other close friends, so she hadn’t realized there were so many kids in town. Half of the first group was made up of teenagers.
Two skinny boys who
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