Chapter Fifteen

Link

Tearing off his vest and dropping it on the floor, he placed his weapon on the small hotel table.

A picture of Eagle standing alone like a silent sentinel in the parking lot filled his head, making his heart pound like crazy. He wanted to take the man’s face in his hands and kiss him good night. Hell, he wanted to do a lot more than that.

He had to get a fucking grip. Tugging his t-shirt over his head, he untied his boots and pulled them off along with his socks. Just about ready to start on his jeans, a knock sounded at the door.

Hadn’t they had enough shit for the night? All he wanted was one moment to fucking kick back and close his fucking eyes. Gnashing his teeth, he stalked to the door.

“Who is it?” he said through the wood.

“Link, let me in.”

Hot need rushed simultaneously into his cock and stomach. That low, smoky voice took away all of his rational thinking. It reminded him of the first time he’d heard it all those years ago coming from Dave’s office.

“What kind of team?” the rough-sounding voice had said.

Link stood just outside of Dave’s office, and he couldn’t wait to walk in and see whom that voice belonged to.

Link just about swallowed his tongue when the door of the office swung open beneath his hand—to reveal a man in tactical gear, helmet under one arm, back straight, and standing at attention. The hair falling to the man’s shoulders told Link right off the bat the massive guy was probably Special Forces. Looking non-military was important for blending in while working many missions.

“Ah, Link,” Dave said and waved him in.

Eyes the color of smoke landed on him, and Link lost whatever air was left in his lungs when he got a full-frontal view of the guy’s face and shaggy beard.

“Link, meet Eagle. Eagle, Link,” Dave said.

“Hey,” Link strangled out the response.

Eagle’s firm lips curled in a small, sexy smirk and Link wondered what they would taste like. Eagle’s light gray eyes swam with humor as if the guy knew what he was thinking.

“Hello.” Eagle tipped his head.

Dave slapped his hands together and smiled. “Okay, I have an offer for you both.”

When Dave had explained the specialty team they would later name Fury, Link had jumped at the chance to work with Eagle.

“Link?” Eagle’s muffled voice came through and yanked his eyes to the closed door.

He jerked the door open and squinted up into the man’s face, taking in the tired lines and fatigue.

“What?” He tipped his chin. Yeah, it was a challenging tip, but he was tired and cranky.

Eagle didn’t give him a chance to say anything else and crowded him back into the room. The door slammed and the lock flipped. Those heat-filled gray eyes traveled from his face down his bare abs to his partially unbuttoned jeans.

Link wanted his own next words to be along the lines of, we need to talk, but something primal took over, or maybe he was just out of his head with lust and tired of denying himself Eagle. Whatever the hell it was didn’t matter, he launched at Eagle and fused their mouths together.

Strong arms closed around him, lifting him from his feet, and he wrapped his arms around the man’s sweaty neck. Eagle widened his stance, cupped the back of his head, and fisted his fingers through his hair. Link ground his hips—fuck, he needed to get closer. He pulled his mouth away, panting, not finding the words.

Eagle didn’t use words but understood what he wanted and began to strip. Boots were quickly tugged off, t-shirt and vest tossed to the floor with a thud, revealing Eagle’s chest—each and every fucking flex of his pecs with a smattering of hair that traveled down to disappear into his jeans. Eagle’s big hands yanked at the button on his jeans and the boxers came off with them in one swoop.

Link shoved off his own jeans and briefs. Eagle’s cock stood thick and proud, and Link’s mouth went dry. Eagle didn’t wait; he stepped closer, took his hand, and led him into the bathroom, flipping on the shower before turning back to cup his head and lift his face up for another kiss.

Words could fucking wait. Link moaned into Eagle’s kiss, laving his tongue and biting.

Eagle groaned and eased back. “Get in. I’ll be right back.”

A strangled sound left Link’s throat when Eagle disappeared, but he slipped into the hot shower and struggled for control. Eagle reappeared in seconds, stepped into the shower, and laid a condom and a packet of lube on the small soap shelf.

Link turned away from Eagle and tipped his head back beneath the hot water, trying to get a grip on himself. He closed his eyes when Eagle’s chest met his back, that thick cock nudging at his ass, and his breath caught. He was spun easily with those powerful hands, water trailed down Eagle’s face, over his shoulders and wide chest. Link smoothed his palms over Eagle, dragging his fingers through the darkened hair and over his pecs, making Eagle shudder.

Reaching for the soap, Link lathered his hands and ran them over Eagle’s chest, stomach, and arms.

Eagle’s closed eyes opened and Link gazed up—caught in the smoky depths of Eagle’s gaze. Eagle’s cock bumped his hip.

“I want you to fuck me,” Link whispered hotly against his ear, and Eagle groaned and dipped his head to take his mouth in a long, deep kiss.