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in place. He wanted to lash out, to cause Grant the same pain he was going through. Roger blew out a breath before looking over his shoulder to Grant. They locked gazes and he knew it wasn't over between them. Before Grant could say no, Roger lowered and brushed his lips over Grant's then stood, moving quickly to the door.
"Hey." Grant's voice stopped Roger from opening the door. He turned slowly and leaned against the wall, his heart hammering as he waited for Grant to speak. Grant didn't utter one word as he stood from the bed and came over to Roger. Before, he hadn't noticed that Grant only wore boxers, now he couldn’t take his eyes off the spot where the waistband met his flesh, his hard cock straining against the material. "The next time I come home from a mission..." Grant lifted his hand and smoothed his thumb over Roger's lips.
"Yeah," Roger whispered.
"You can be in my bed. I may or may not wake you though."
Roger swayed toward Grant, his breath caught in his throat. For a second he thought they were going to kiss then Grant stepped away from him and one side of his mouth curved up in a half smile.
"Now go on, we both need our beauty sleep."
He wanted to protest, wanted to tell Grant he was a big boy and could handle a bout of rough and tumble sex, but they would be working together for a long time. He was thrilled since Grant hadn't cut off all possibilities of them getting together, just not right now.
It was crazy and he should stop seeking the guy out, but Grant tempted him like Hayden had when they fist got together. Late at night, when he was about to drift off, he thought about Grant. Now he had the sweet slide of their lips to think about. That memory would give him mileage for a long time.
Chapter Six
Grant fell back on his bed and closed his eyes. "Fuck." He palmed his cock then pulled his hand away. He sure as hell wasn't going to jerk off right now. Roger twisted him up and made him want things. What he'd learned about Craig made it impossible to have any of those things he desired. Like a man to hold him tight at night and take away the fear when things got too intense. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his self-disgust, secreting his darkness deep inside so the others couldn't see it.
Duff wanted a full report in the morning. Going off like he had, without backup or support, wasn't smart, but he needed to find Craig. Now it was likely they'd never find him after Grant gave them away.
He didn't sleep much and wished he'd let Roger stay the night. At least he would have been able to burn off some energy. The thought of being with Roger made his dick twitch. He stiffened and shook off the desire. Starting another affair with a guy in the house would be disastrous. Duff had delayed their meeting this morning. He'd eventually have to tell the guys everything, but Duff felt they needed time to cool off before they met. Anger wouldn't help them find Craig and he wasn't a pressing issue.
After taking a cold shower, he dressed in jeans and a plaid work shirt. He pulled his boots out of the closet and stuffed a pair of socks in the top. With bare feet Grant padded to the kitchen and placed his boots by the back door. It was barely five in the morning and he bet the guys were still asleep. He started the coffeemaker and pulled out a mug.
"Would you get me one?" Roger stepped into the kitchen looking bleary-eyed.
"Didn't sleep well?"
"No, my mind kept straying."
"To what?"
Roger glanced down the hall then back to Grant. "Anyone else awake?"
"Not that I know."
"You know what I was thinking about. Don't make me say it out loud."
Grant set an extra mug down on the counter beside his, keeping his back turned to the man. He would need to address this desire soon or they'd both implode. Telling Roger to stay away wouldn’t work either because he wanted the man close. The way Roger looked at him fed Grant's ego. He also liked the guy, and he was sexy as hell. His dark brown
"Hey." Grant's voice stopped Roger from opening the door. He turned slowly and leaned against the wall, his heart hammering as he waited for Grant to speak. Grant didn't utter one word as he stood from the bed and came over to Roger. Before, he hadn't noticed that Grant only wore boxers, now he couldn’t take his eyes off the spot where the waistband met his flesh, his hard cock straining against the material. "The next time I come home from a mission..." Grant lifted his hand and smoothed his thumb over Roger's lips.
"Yeah," Roger whispered.
"You can be in my bed. I may or may not wake you though."
Roger swayed toward Grant, his breath caught in his throat. For a second he thought they were going to kiss then Grant stepped away from him and one side of his mouth curved up in a half smile.
"Now go on, we both need our beauty sleep."
He wanted to protest, wanted to tell Grant he was a big boy and could handle a bout of rough and tumble sex, but they would be working together for a long time. He was thrilled since Grant hadn't cut off all possibilities of them getting together, just not right now.
It was crazy and he should stop seeking the guy out, but Grant tempted him like Hayden had when they fist got together. Late at night, when he was about to drift off, he thought about Grant. Now he had the sweet slide of their lips to think about. That memory would give him mileage for a long time.
Chapter Six
Grant fell back on his bed and closed his eyes. "Fuck." He palmed his cock then pulled his hand away. He sure as hell wasn't going to jerk off right now. Roger twisted him up and made him want things. What he'd learned about Craig made it impossible to have any of those things he desired. Like a man to hold him tight at night and take away the fear when things got too intense. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his self-disgust, secreting his darkness deep inside so the others couldn't see it.
Duff wanted a full report in the morning. Going off like he had, without backup or support, wasn't smart, but he needed to find Craig. Now it was likely they'd never find him after Grant gave them away.
He didn't sleep much and wished he'd let Roger stay the night. At least he would have been able to burn off some energy. The thought of being with Roger made his dick twitch. He stiffened and shook off the desire. Starting another affair with a guy in the house would be disastrous. Duff had delayed their meeting this morning. He'd eventually have to tell the guys everything, but Duff felt they needed time to cool off before they met. Anger wouldn't help them find Craig and he wasn't a pressing issue.
After taking a cold shower, he dressed in jeans and a plaid work shirt. He pulled his boots out of the closet and stuffed a pair of socks in the top. With bare feet Grant padded to the kitchen and placed his boots by the back door. It was barely five in the morning and he bet the guys were still asleep. He started the coffeemaker and pulled out a mug.
"Would you get me one?" Roger stepped into the kitchen looking bleary-eyed.
"Didn't sleep well?"
"No, my mind kept straying."
"To what?"
Roger glanced down the hall then back to Grant. "Anyone else awake?"
"Not that I know."
"You know what I was thinking about. Don't make me say it out loud."
Grant set an extra mug down on the counter beside his, keeping his back turned to the man. He would need to address this desire soon or they'd both implode. Telling Roger to stay away wouldn’t work either because he wanted the man close. The way Roger looked at him fed Grant's ego. He also liked the guy, and he was sexy as hell. His dark brown
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