Page 36 of Flash Bang
Zach felt Ro’s pussy flutter, signaling the impending orgasm. He and Graham instinctively picked up the pace of their thrusts, shuttling in and out of her body. Zach reached between their bodies and moved Ro’s fingers away from her clit, replacing them with his own. He pressed down, increasing the pressure until he felt her jerk and heard her moan as another orgasm overtook her.
“I’m coming,” Graham said, before he roared his release.
Zach felt his own orgasm tear out of his balls, and he tried to pull out, but Ro’s clenching sheath imprisoned him. So he just let go.
Graham shot up in bed as his radio came to life with a crackle of static. He scrubbed his hands over his face and reached out to snag it off the nightstand. Normally he jumped out of bed at every creak. At the moment, he felt like he’d just woken up from a coma. When he looked at the bed and saw Ro curled between Zach and the indent he’d just left on the bed, he remembered the cause of his uncharacteristically deep sleep. Fuck. That woman was something else.
“Be advised, we’ve got a sensor that just tripped near the main gate. Southeast corner. Alex, what’s your twenty?” Cam’s voice came through the radio.
“I’m headed in that direction right now, coming down the east fence line. I think I see movement …”
“What’s going on man?” Zach asked as he reached for his radio and rolled out of bed.
“Not sure. Let’s go check it out,” Graham replied, shoving his legs into his cargos and snagging a t-shirt from the floor.
“And here I was hoping for another round—” Zach started to say. But the radio cut him off.
“We got company, boys. Three. Looks likeDuck Dynastyrejects. You want me to engage or wait on backup? Never mind. Fuck. They’ve got bolt cutters and are cutting through the fence. I’m going in,” Alex finished.
Graham pressed the button his radio. “Do not engage. Wait for backup. You don’t know what they’re carrying. We’re headed your way. Be there ASAP.”
“I’m not waiting for them to get in here, G. I can’t stand for that,” Alex argued.
“Shut the fuck up and stand down.”
Graham shot a glance at Ro, who was wide-awake and wide-eyed at the radio chatter. “What’s going on?”
“Don’t know. Get some clothes on. I’m going to check this shit out. Zach will take you to mess hall and get you locked up tight with Allison.”
He gave her a quick kiss and handed her the backup sidearm he kept in the nightstand, and then he was out the door.
As soon a Graham left the cabin, his radio blared to life again.
“They’re inside the fence. I can take them out,” Alex reported.
“I’m in the southwest corner and coming your way, man,” Ty replied.
Shit. Graham was closer. He’d get to Alex way before Ty. It wasn’t that Alex couldn’t handle himself, but he’d shoot first and ask questions later. And Graham wanted answers more than he wanted dead bodies.
Graham headed to the armory and grabbed an M4. They were all going to have to start carrying them everywhere. Just like they had when they were deployed. He hated that they had to take that kind of precaution in their home, but it was better than the alternative: being caught with their pants down and getting fucked up the ass. Cam was holding down the command post when Graham ducked his head inside.
“Who else is on watch?”
“Travis. But he’s way the fuck out on the north edge.”
A shotgun blast ripped through the silence of the morning.
Neither Alex nor Ty carried a shotgun.
“Fuck!” Graham yelled. “Alex, sitrep!”
The sharp report of a rifle was the only response. Two shots. Another shotgun blast. And then silence.
It was a bad fucking sign when a Marine didn’t keep firing until he emptied his magazine. Unless Alex was taking cover. He might finally be listening to Graham, though he knew it was unlikely.
“Sitrep!” Graham yelled into his radio, and he took off toward the bolt hole. He didn’t want the main gate open at a time like this.
No answer.
