Page 9 of The Soldier

“Fun box?” Briar shook her head. “Where do you come up with all these names?”

I smirked as I hit the turn signal and rounded the corner.

“It’s a god-given talent, Briar. Anyway, how’s your sex life? Tell me all the details. What’s Aidan’s favorite position?”

“Nope.”

“Come on! I bet he’s a doggy style kind of guy.”

She glared at me, but my tactic was working.

“Anal? Hope he has good lube. You need a good brand otherwise it causes—”

“Trina!”

Mission completed.

Seriously, I don’t know why these girls try to mess with me. I can talk my way in and out of a guy’s locker room with more ease than...well, a perfectly lubed cock.

Growing up in a man’s world will do that.

So, yeah, I know all about men like Marshall. I have zero interest in being the next notch on his well-dented headboard. Or the latest chick his eyebrows wiggle at while his buddies ask how good it was.

I’ll tell them how I am. Fucking good. I’d be the best lay he ever had. But hewon’thave me.

Ever.

Which, I’ll admit, is a shame. The man has a body that’s sculpted like a god.

He’s ripped off his shirt enough times while I’ve been present, and I’ve seen his eight pack and that elusiveVthat leads down to what I call the pits of hell.

Which I might’ve said out loud.

“Stairway to heaven, darlin’,” Marshall drawled and winked at me in response.

“Heaven is up, idiot.”

“Is it, though?” He lifted a brow and both Ryder and Josh burst out laughing.

Then he helped lift the pool table, taking the entire end by himself and holy motherfucker, his back muscles bulged, and I couldn’t drag my eyes away.

He knew.

Without missing a beat, Marshall turned right around and smiled like it was Christmas, looking me right in the eye.

Busted.

I snapped my mouth closed and walked out of the room. Only then did I wipe the drool from my mouth.

I really need to stop hanging out at the Black Hawke office with the girls. Marshall will give up eventually and find someone else to play with.

They all do.

I spot Jason Momoa as I walk through the crowd and consider introducing myself. I didn’t really talk to him earlier.

I have nothing to talk to him about.

So how about thatMoanamovie, hey? Also, your biceps are nearly as big as guy I’m trying to avoid. What are the chances?