Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 80431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“The swelling is already going down.”
“I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to say this before we’re back stateside”—Sawyer put his hands on Oakley’s waist—“but thank you.”
The chief’s smile and gorgeous eyes were beautiful in the warm glow of the firelight. He wanted to get down on his knees and show his appreciation in all the different ways he knew how.
“You’re about to thank me again.” Oakley smirked.
Sawyer couldn’t stop his moan as he pulled their hips closer.
“Not for that…at least not yet.”
“Then what?” Sawyer dragged the tip of his tongue along Oakley’s bottom lip, unable to help himself.
The other man’s constant display of bravery, immense intelligence, and abilities made Sawyer fall faster and harder every minute they were together.
He wanted the other chief as badly as he wanted to get out of the fucking jungle. But what if they didn’t survive? He’d die never having had Chief Aiken Oakley inside him.
Oakley’s eyes flashed with desire as he licked away the flavor Sawyer had left on his lips.
“Close your eyes and open your mouth.”
Oakley’s voice was deep and sexy, sending shivers down his spine.
The demand was odd but whispered with such sensuality that Sawyer complied without second guessing.
“You trust me that much?”
Behind the darkness of his eyelids and amid the danger of their environment, Sawyer was hypnotized.
“Yes,” he groaned, aching at the forceful way his cock pressed against his fly.
It was the dead-honest truth. He trusted Oakley with his life. There was no reason for him to doubt his safety.
“Then open for me.”
Like a good boy, he did what he was told, his dick pulsing harder with each second of anticipation.
Oakley moaned a melodic sound that ghosted over his tongue with the cool evening breeze before something juicy and plump was placed between his lips.
A scent of fruity sweetness preceded the taste of honey-like nectar as he bit down on whatever he’d been given.
Oh damn.
Intrigue and delight filled him as he chewed that small chunk, swallowed it, and immediately opened for more.
“Mm-hmm.” Oakley’s smile could be felt against his cheek as a larger piece slid inside his mouth. “I knew you’d like that.”
Sawyer opened his heavy-lidded eyes to find Oakley gazing hungrily at his mouth.
“What is that?”
“Papaya fruit. I found the plant when I was catching the fish.”
“Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever had fruit that sweet.”
“Let me taste.”
Oakley smoothed another piece across Sawyer’s lips before he slipped it inside and followed right behind it with his tongue.
Fuck, not again.
The last time they got lost in tasting each other, a jaguar almost ate them.
But the memory of that threat wasn’t enough to make him stop.
Chief Aiken Oakley
I gotta stop. Stop, stop…stop fuckin’ kissing him.
Oakley barely came up for breath before diving in again, his tongue searching for every sweet hint of papaya he could find.
He was grateful Sawyer had sense enough to stop them because Oakley could’ve explored him for the rest of the night.
“Fuck you taste good,” he mumbled against Sawyer’s lips. “When we get outta here and are cleared from duty for two weeks, I’m gonna rent a villa in some tropical paradise and let you fuck me on every surface from the balcony to the bathroom.”
Sawyer’s rough laugh morphed into a low hum. “You sweet talker, you.”
They held each other for several minutes until an inevitable weight bore down on them.
“Before we can get lost in each other for weeks, you know what we’re gonna have to do first.”
Oakley swallowed a lump of regret that pierced his heart like a rusty spike.
Yeah, as the chiefs of their crews, they would have to visit their teams’ families and explain how they died while serving their country.
Sawyer’s grip tightened and so did his hold on his neck.
“We’ve been MIA for over forty-eight hours.”
“I know.” Oakley held him back.
“How hard do you think they’re looking for survivors?” Sawyer’s words sounded hesitant and uncertain.
“Around the clock.” Oakley touched their foreheads together. “I know it.”
Going from zero to one thousand emotionally caused an exhaustion that made him sink into Sawyer’s embrace.
He didn’t want to think about being MIA or the death of his men anymore. Not until they were out of the woods, literally, and back on base.
For now, he’d track time by the second. Staying present and surviving each one that ticked by.
He and Sawyer parted and walked several yards away and did their business, drank more water, and then settled as comfortably as they could on some rock formations near each other.
Though it was dark, it was probably no later than eight o’clock. But after trekking from sun up to sun down, his body felt as if it were three in the morning.
Oakley struggled keeping his eyes open. Sawyer had claimed first watch, but he could’ve sworn he heard light snoring.
“You all right over there, Chief?” Oakley asked.