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When Lucky said, “I don’t remember anything before washing up on the beach and Emme finding me,” Dash fought not to turn around and study his face.
    Instead, he asked, “Did you talk to the police?”
    “No. I went to the hospital—Emme insisted I go to be checked out—and I convinced the doctors that I got disoriented on a night swim, that I was new to the area. That I’d been in an accident days before, and when I wouldn’t talk about the marks on my back, they stopped asking.”
    “But you really have no memory.” Dash turned. Lucky was still half straddling his hip. “That must suck.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Must be scary.”
    Lucky smiled a little. “Don’t know why I’m telling you. Maybe because I want you to know I’m not here to hurt your family. I’m not some crazy drifter. Then again, I might be. Or maybe this is the first steady job I’ve ever had. I think about that sometimes. I could’ve been anyone.” He didn’t mention Nate or the Navy, but that had to be weighing on his mind.
    It was never an official mission for Dash to keep an eye on the three SEALs. But to Dash, it couldn’t have been more personal. Because they were set free three days after Josh “died”. And that had never made any sense to Dash. From the transcripts he’d read, it hadn’t made any sense to Nate, Uncle or Rex either.
    But Dash couldn’t not believe Lucky. “Sometimes it’s easier to tell a stranger.”
    “Sometimes you didn’t feel like a stranger.”
    Lucky leaned down and put his mouth on Dash’s then, as his hand slid in between Dash’s ass cheeks and the other in between their bodies to circle Dash’s cock.
    He’ll never forgive you for what you’re doing to him.
    And Dash would never forgive himself if he didn’t do his job.

Chapter Four
    Four months away on a mission with Rex at the helm of the team, and Sawyer hadn’t been able to do more than catch a quick touch with his CO and lover. Things were strictly professional on that front, as professional as anything that was life or death could be.
    But now, that professionalism was driving Sawyer crazy. Had been, ever since the plane landed at 0400 and he’d had to wait through the past ten hours to get his physical and finish debriefing.
    Finally, he’d gone home and dumped his stuff. Headed for Rex’s, and got there before him. He’d pulled his car into the garage, which he’d taken to doing so no one would notice he was at Rex’s more often than not.
    When the man walked in two hours later, Sawyer didn’t hesitate. Jumped him, and Rex grabbed his thighs as he maneuvered Sawyer against the wall, kissing him while he dumped his bag and his keys, the two of them half laughing at how needy they both were.
    It was a good needy, though. After all this time of being focused solely on their work—and the mission had been fucking spectacular on their end—to be able to spend this time getting to know each other again was all Sawyer wanted.
    “Missed you,” he murmured against Rex’s mouth. He realized that sounded ridiculous, as he’d woken up next to the man for the past hundred and twenty-one days. But even though they got to know each other on a totally different level every time they went on a mission together, they also lost the romantic piece of their relationship.
    It was no different than a long-distance relationship. But reestablishing their intimacy definitely had its perks.
    Rex kept kissing him even as he stripped his shirt and tags, did the same for Sawyer before half carrying, half dragging him over to the couch. He must’ve decided he didn’t have the room he needed there, because Sawyer found himself on his hands and knees on the rug, his cargos pulled down roughly, and oh yes, Rex’s tongue inside him, taking him, holding him open and helpless.
    He rocked back and forth, his dick rubbing nothing but air. He went to grab it but Rex pulled his face away long enough to tell him no before going back to his torture.
    “Fuck,