Seducing the Sergeant by Mina Carter Page B

and taken up residence.
    He just nodded as they walked, their boots against the metal deck plating a counterpoint to the near silent padding of Ren’s paws. Wynter paused when they reached the doors to the barracks. Even from here they could hear that the shower rooms were full.
    “Aww,” she muttered. “Fuck it.”
    Cam wasn’t sure he’d caught the low mutter but followed as Wynter turned, carrying on down the corridor. He exchanged glances with Ren, the Vesuvian’s expression as confused as he felt.
    She stopped a little way down the hall, at the door to one of the unused barracks. After a furtive glance up and down the corridor, she activated the control pad. Cam’s eyes widened as her fingers tapped at speed over the small pad.
    “Shit…are you hacking in?” he asked then hushed when she shot him a sharp look.
    “Not precisely. Just using a particular access code. One with higher clearance than mine.” She grinned as the pad went green and the door slid open. “In, quickly. Before someone sees us.”
     
    What are you playing at, girl?
    Wynter ignored the little voice in the back of her head as she waited for Camden and Rennick to pass her before taking her thumb off the pad. She slid through the closing door quickly and smiled at the two men in the semi-darkness.
    “These barracks are on readiness state. So there should be hot water and plenty of it. Unlike ours after that lot are done,” she said softly, walking past them toward the shower rooms. She didn’t mention that she’d locked the door as well, just in case. And considering she’d used one of her father’s high-level access codes, no one in their right mind would try and get in.
    Which meant that she had privacy, room, and the two men all to herself.
    Both men groaned with relief, turning like automatons toward the showers. She didn’t blame them. They were all covered in bug gore, and the stuff freaking stank. She fell in step behind Rennick, his claws clicking against the tiles as he walked in, fur and all, to stand directly under one of the showerheads. The look he gave her was so pleading that she smiled, then reached out to activate the shower.
    He wuffled as the spray wet his fur. This was a weredog barrack, so the water was saturated with self-foaming shower gel and activators to clean fur and skin without the aid of hands.
    “Ugh, should’ve shifted myself,” Camden complained as he stripped off as quickly as he could. Wynter copied him, shimmying out of her clothes and boots just as fast. Anything to get the gore-soaked stuff away from her skin. The T-shirt stuck to her back. She grimaced as she pulled it over her head, the fabric peeling away with an unpleasant, gloopy sensation.
    Camden groaned from the opposite stall, his head thrown back as water cascaded over his lean, hard body. Suds slid down his muscled torso, the activators drawing swirls and circles on his naked skin as they cleaned.
    Wynter paused at the sight, hand over the button to activate her own shower. Fuck, he was gorgeous. Hard muscles under satin skin, weredog strength and stamina. Her exhaustion faded as the memory of their encounter in the film room came rushing to the fore. If they hadn’t been interrupted, then yeah…she knew where that had been going.
    Heat lodged itself low down in her stomach. Stepping into the shower, she activated it and sucked in a hard breath as the needle-fine spray attacked her skin. The shower gel foamed up, and the activators started to scrub at her skin with what felt like rough, little tongues. She bit back a moan as a clump of bubbles trickled over her breasts, and her nipples tightened into hard, little buds, as though begging for attention.
    Closing her eyes, she tried to ignore the sensations as the suds attacked her hair. She’d never been this sensitive before. It was no good though. The suds crawled over her body, paying attention to every scrap of skin, before they slid between her legs. Wynter bit her lip,