As we drove from our building to gate two, I probably should have had second thoughts about what we’d done and what we were doing. I didn’t, though. If anything, I felt a little guilty about blowing off work for the rest of the day, but I told myself I’d be all right. I was making good progress, and as long as I kept up my current pace, I’d finish in time for the inspection. Maybe not with a lot of wiggle room, but I’d make it.
And hell, I’d been busting my ass on it since my second week in training, living and breathing those records. One afternoon in Casey’s bed wasn’t going to sabotage me. Besides, if I’d declined the offer or put it off until tonight, it wasn’t like I’d be concentrating right now.
Or something. Whatever. I didn’t care if I was rationalizing. All I cared about was getting into Casey’s apartment and out of my clothes.
Shortly after we drove through the gate and off-base, Casey put on his blinker. My heart sped up as we both slowed down, and I followed him into the parking lot. He rolled down his window and gestured at the guest spots, so I took one while he slipped into a reserved spot.
We got out, exchanged glances, and headed for the building. Casey’s gait was uneven because of the boot, but he was walking faster than he usually did. The tightness in his jaw suggested his pace was not comfortable.
I touched his arm. “Hey. Take it easy. We’ll get there.”
“I know.” He flashed me a grin as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “Sooner the better.”
“Yeah, but it won’t do us any good if you’re in pain.”
“I’m not.” He gave me a little squeeze. “Relax.”
Well, he knew what he could handle, so I let it go. And he did slow down a bit.
I was surprised we had to take the stairs. “You’ve been walking up these stairs this whole time?”
“Unfortunately.” His keys jingled in his hand, and he grunted as he carefully took each step. “It’s a hell of a lot easier without the crutches, though, so I’m not going to complain.”
“Jesus.”
He made it, though, and not a moment too soon, he was unlocking his apartment door.
As soon as we were inside, he grabbed my belt and hauled me closer, and just like that, we were kissing and the stairs were forgotten. Whatever restraint we’d had in the empty office was gone now. There was no one around to catch us and remind us of any reasons why we shouldn’t do what we were absolutely about to do.
My arm snaked around his waist. His hand slid into my back pocket. I nudged him up against the door, and he sighed into my kiss as we let the door hold us upright. His knee pressed between mine, and as he gently worked my legs apart, his hip and thigh rubbed against me just right to make my pulse surge.
When he shifted his weight, his boot grazed my leg, reminding me it was there.
I broke the kiss, paused long enough for a couple of breaths, and whispered, “Let’s get in the bedroom. So you can get off that foot.”
He laughed against my lips. “That the only reason?”
“Not at all. But it’s a bonus, right?”
“As if I need a bonus when I’m getting you into bed,” he growled softly, and kissed me. The kiss didn’t last this time, though—he broke away and led me down the short hallway.
And just like when we’d walked into his apartment, crossing into his bedroom ratcheted things up even higher. Kisses were deeper and more frantic. Hands were more insistent. We still weren’t off our feet, but to hell with it—if he was okay with standing, I wasn’t going to do anything to break this mind-blowing kiss.
In between making out and feeling each other up, we did make a valiant effort to undo some clothes. A buckle jingled. I managed to toe off my sneakers and kick them out of the way so we didn’t trip on them.
Casey tugged at my shirt, and grumbled with frustration. “Get this off.” He untucked it with a rough yank. “Why the fuck did you wear a shirt with buttons?”
“Didn’t know I was getting laid today.” I fumbled with the buttons. Why had I worn something with all these damn things on it? The first three gave, though, and that was enough to pull the offending shirt over my head.
In the time it took me to get that far, Casey had stripped off his own shirt and slipped his shorts off over the boot. He sat on the edge of the bed and started taking off the walking cast.
I shook myself. “Wait. Are you sure you should take that off?”
Casey snorted. “I’m not wearing it while I’m screwing.”
I sat beside him. “But are—”
He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me hard. He was a hell of a lot stronger than I was, and before I knew which way was up, he had me flat on the bed. God knew how I didn’t come just from being manhandled like that.
He rolled us onto our sides and drew back enough to look me up and down. I let my own gaze rake over him. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but now that his clothes were out of the way . . . Oh God. He was smoking hot. I’d never actually seen a six-pack in real life, but there it was. I slid a hand down over it. “And I thought you looked good in uniform.”
Casey laughed softly as he came in for a kiss. “Says the man who was hiding all this”—he gave my ass a playful squeeze—“under civvies.”
“Not my fault. Office policy.”
“Those bastards.”
“Probably for the best, though.” I hauled him closer, the heat of his skin against mine turning me on like crazy. “Otherwise I’d never get anything done.”
“Mmm, good point.” He squeezed my ass harder, pulling me against his very hard cock. “Besides, if everyone else saw any of this, then they’d all want a bite.”
“A bite? You suggesting you’re going to—”
He snapped his teeth, narrowly missing my lip, and grinned. “You suggesting you don’t want me to?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“That’s what I thought.” Then he kissed me again, and I couldn’t have said anything if I’d wanted to. My brain was scrambled. My mouth was busy. And, oh Jesus, he had his hands all over me.
Oh . . . God. It really had been too long since I’d been laid, because the heat of his skin, and the gentle abrasiveness of his calloused hands, and his hot, needy mouth . . . Fuck, I couldn’t remember ever being this turned on. Was I really in bed with a man this sexy?
I broke the kiss because I couldn’t resist looking at him, and I caught myself staring at him and watching my fingers trail down his ripped torso. The muscles of his abs contracted, making the six-pack stand out even more, and I had to run my fingers over them.
He sucked in a sharp breath and grabbed my wrist.
“What?” I asked.
“Ticklish.”
“Oh yeah?” I freed my hand and trailed a fingertip along the groove between two muscles. They tightened, and he grabbed me again.
“Asshole,” he muttered, and kissed me.
I just chuckled.
Casey grinned up at me, cupping my face. “I can’t believe I’ve got you in my bed.” He licked at my lower lip. “Jerked off to you enough times.”
“Have you?”
“Uh-huh. And now that I’ve got you here, I really, really want to fuck you.”
“Yes, please.” I ran my palm up his side. “Position? Since your leg . . .”
He glanced down at the offending limb, lips pursed. “Maybe if you ride me.” He turned onto his back, but frowned. Then he winced. “Damn it.”
“What?”
“Can’t get comfortable. Not in any position where I can top you.”
“Then let’s hold off on that part.” I slid my hand up his smooth abs. “You’re supposed to enjoy this too.”
He blew out a breath. “I guess that can wait. I was just really looking forward to it.”
“Me too. But there’s plenty of ways we can get each other off. I mean, if I have to go down on you again . . .” I sighed dramatically.
“I’m not going to say no to that, believe me.”
“I would hope not.” I kissed him, and we tangled up again. Making out, rubbing together, huffing hot breaths across each other’s cheeks—was this what sober sex felt like? Goddamn, I’d been missing out. I didn’t remember it ever being like this when I was younger, though, so maybe it had less to do with my BAC than it did with the ripped, needy, rock-hard man dragging his fingers through my hair.
Casey slid a hand between us, and I broke the kiss with a groan as he closed his fingers around my dick.
“Oh God . . .” I let my head fall next to his.
“Like that?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Good. Let me . . . let me put some lube on, though.” He paused like he needed to catch his breath before he kept going. “There’s . . . Nightstand. The bottle.”
I found a bottle of lotion next to the lamp. It wasn’t lube, but whatever—wasn’t like we were using a condom right now. I leaned over, grabbed it, and handed it back to him. I held myself up over him while he slicked his hand and both our cocks. Then he was stroking us again, and all I could do was stare. Stare down at him. His gorgeous body. Our dicks rubbing together. His mesmerizing eyes.
I could’ve done that all night, but then he licked his lips and whispered breathlessly, “C’mon, baby—kiss me.”
Like hell was I holding out on him—I lowered myself and found his mouth again. The little sounds he made were so, so sexy, especially that low, blissed-out hum and the occasional soft moan. It had been too long since I’d been with anyone at all, but I couldn’t remember anyone ever being this vocally into it when we were just making out.
More. God, more.
I thrust into his fist and kissed him harder.
“Gimme a few more weeks,” he said between kisses, “and I will show you what a good hard fuck feels like.”
“I’m so holding you to that.”
“But in the meantime . . .” He grabbed the lotion again and stroked more onto both of our dicks before he started pumping again.
My eyes rolled back. I shivered hard, trying to find some rhythm as I fucked into his hand and against his cock, but I was lucky I could still breathe. His slick strokes, his hot breaths, his hungry kiss whenever we remembered to kiss at all—oh yeah, he was every fantasy come to life.
I pushed myself up and looked down at him again, watching his hand on our cocks. He was breathing hard now, just as hard as I was, and the muscles of his abs stood out. God, I could not get over how sexy he was.
“Holy fuck, you’re hot,” he ground out in a shaky voice, pumping us both faster. “Jesus, Logan . . .”
“You’re one to talk,” I panted. “Gonna . . . look even hotter covered in cum.”
“Holy shit.” He whimpered, and it turned into a groan, and then I was groaning too. We both shuddered and swore and moaned and came, and when my vision cleared? Yeah. Yeah, he was definitely even hotter with dots and streaks of cum on his six-pack and a few on his pecs.
I flopped onto the bed next to him. We fumbled for some tissues and cleaned off all the lotion and cum, then just lay there while the smoke cleared.
Still breathing hard, I said, “There’s something I gotta know.”
“Yeah?”
I ran the backs of my fingers down his abs. “How the fuck have you maintained a six-pack on light duty?”
Casey half gasped, half laughed, and pressed my hand down more firmly as if the light touch were ticklish. “Lost a lot of body fat during BUD/S, and didn’t eat as much as I should have the first few weeks after I got hurt.”
I frowned. “And here I was thinking you’d have some magic workout plan or something.”
“I wish.” He chuckled. “I mean, I do still go to the gym five days a week.”
“What? When?”
“Either before I come to work or during my lunch break.” He paused. “Just have to slack on leg day.”
I glanced down at his quads. “If that’s how you look after you’ve been slacking . . .”
“Hey, my upper legs aren’t broken. I’ve had to be careful, but . . .” He shrugged. “I didn’t want to lose all the muscle tone, you know?”
“I’d say you’re doing a pretty good job of maintaining it.”
He laughed, sounding almost shy. “Thanks.” The conversation fell into a lull, but not for long. Casey shifted a little, clearing his throat. “So, we should probably figure out how we want to play this at the office.”
I cringed. “On the down-low, maybe?”
“What?” One corner of his mouth rose. “You embarrassed of me already?”
I laughed, running my hand up the middle of his chest. “Yeah. That’s it. I’m utterly mortified at the thought of someone figuring out I’m doing the hottest guy in the building.”
Casey chuckled as some pink bloomed in his cheeks. “You’re already in my pants, baby. You don’t need to flatter.”
“Won’t stop me from trying.” I kissed him lightly. Propping myself up on my elbow, I said, “I do think we should . . . not necessarily keep it a secret, but maybe not advertise it.”
“Fair enough. You’re not worried about your ex, are you?”
“Clint? Oh my God, no.” I shook my head, but paused. “Well, I mean . . . not like he’ll get jealous or anything. But he’s . . .” I chewed my lip.
Casey’s brow pinched. He ran the backs of his fingers along my forearm. “Something I should know?”
I sighed. “It’s not that he cares who I date. He’s just really, really concerned with me getting my life back on the rails. He wants this job to work out for me. So he’s . . . He kind of warned me from the beginning that dating where I worked wasn’t a great idea.”
“Seems like an oddly specific thing to warn somebody about. Especially from a guy who married someone else in the same office.”
“Well, he . . .” I cleared my throat, and I was probably the one blushing this time. “My first day, when he took me to lunch? I kind of mentioned I thought you were hot.”
“Really?”
I nodded.
Casey smirked. “It was the cast, wasn’t it? That thing made my ass look amazing.”
I burst out laughing. “Yes. Absolutely. And the crutches.” I made a purring sound. “Made me hard the instant I saw you.”
He snorted. “I knew it.” We both chuckled, and he rolled his eyes as he muttered, “Dork.”
“Hey, you started it.”
“Yeah, okay. Anyway. So, we’ll keep it kind of quiet, but it’s not some state secret?”
“Nah. But full disclosure, there’s also . . .” I closed my eyes for a second. Then I released a breath and met his gaze. “Have you heard the story about the guy Clint brought to the Navy Ball a couple of years ago? Before he started dating Travis?”
Casey’s eyes lost focus as if he were thinking. Meeting my gaze again, he shook his head. “I don’t think so. I haven’t talked to too many people outside our department though. Why? Was that you?”
I nodded.
“So, why would people be talking about it?”
I moistened my lips. “Because I kind of made an ass of myself. And embarrassed the hell out of him.”
Casey cocked his head as he absently slid his hand across my hip. “What happened?”
“Basically, I got hammered. I don’t even remember most of it, honestly. Clint told me later that we stayed through dinner, and then he suggested we cut out early. Soon as we got to my place, he dumped my ass and went back to the ball.” I laughed half-heartedly. “He and Travis have pretty much been together ever since.”
“Whoa. That sounds like kind of a dick move on his part.”
I shook my head. “Not really. Thing is, I had a serious problem with the bottle. And he was trying to sober up himself. I’d get shitfaced, then try to encourage him to do the same.” The memory made me cringe inwardly. “He was struggling so hard, and having me there trying to pour liquor down his throat? I’m lucky he didn’t dump me a hell of a lot sooner. He wasn’t perfect, and I was pissed about things for a while, but it really worked out for both of us in the end. He got Travis, and I got my life on track.”
Casey smiled, sliding a hand up my chest. “And now you’re mine.”
“Yeah. I am. But what happened at the ball . . .”
The smile faded a little. “You’re worried people around the office know about it. And they’ll talk about it.”
“Yeah.” I swallowed. “I know it’s ridiculous. And I mean, I have no idea who worked there back then and who’s transferred in, and . . . I don’t even know if it matters.” I sighed. “I’m mostly worried about them giving you shit or looking at you cross-eyed.”
Casey waved a hand. “I can deal with people giving me shitty looks. And if anyone wants to ‘warn’ me about you, it’s their funeral.” He looked into my eyes. “I’m serious—I don’t care if people know about us or if they talk. I really don’t. I’m cool with not advertising it or making a big deal out of it. But if people find out?” He shrugged. “It’s fine by me. Especially since we both know you’re not who you were when you and Clint went to the ball.”
I searched his eyes and found nothing but sincerity. With a smile, I said, “Okay. I can live with that. Even if Clint will give me never-ending hell if he finds out.”
Casey perked up with a wicked grin. “Oh, now I kind of want to tell people so—”
“You’re a bastard,” I laughed.
He chuckled, pulling me back in for a kiss. “To be serious, we can keep things on the DL. If people find out, they find out, but we won’t broadcast it.”
“Perfect.” I brushed my lips across his. “Long as we get to keep doing this.”
“Oh, we will,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “And oh my God, I can’t wait until my leg is healed.” He nipped my lower lip. “Because when it is, I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”
I whimpered against his mouth.
I couldn’t wait either.