Page 69 of Needing Him

“Fuck you, Parker. They mistakenly believe I’m in the military and are trying to arrest me for assaulting a superior officer.”

“Sir, we are aware you are with the Agency, but pursuant to 10 U.S.C. Section 802, during wartime, any person traveling or embedded with an armed forces unit is subject to the Uniformed Code of Military Justice, and as such you are being detained and held over for court martial.”

“What the fuck for?” Parker asked.

“Lieutenant, unless you would like to join Agent Lennox in the brig…”

This couldn’t be fucking happening. “I deserve to know what you’re charging with.”

“Article 128, for assaulting Commander Lawrence Turner, United States Navy, Naval Special Warfare Group 1, Team 3.”

“Now. Let’s go, sir, unless you’d prefer we forcibly remove you from this airfield.”

“I’ll go. I promise, but first, Lieutenant Holt…”

“Go. I’ll let Sandy know what’s happening.”

My chin wobbled. “Thank you,” I whispered as the MPs dragged me away.

The body bag…Alex was alive. He was on the stretcher. Not dead. Not in a body bag.

DANIEL

EPILOGUE 1

SAN DIEGO-Two months later

“And what about the furniture?” The super asked.

“Keep it.”

“This is some nice stuff.”

I was fucking aware, asshole. I wanted to say that, but considering how much I never want to see the shit again, I held my tongue. “It is, but it’s cheaper to leave it behind and start fresh.”

“If you’re sure?”

Rub some more salt in the wound, why don’t you.

“I’m sure.”

I didn’t want to see the shit again. Ever.

Every time I laid eyes on it, I saw Xander—naked and begging, freshly fucked, riding my cock, adorably sleepy, whiny and needy, savagely fucking me. The list went on and on. And every memory poured a metric shit ton of pain into the wound that still festered, praying he came to his senses yet knowing he wouldn’t.

The moment we set foot in San Diego, orders waited for me to report to Langley. I knew it wouldn’t go well. But then I’d been told to switch out my go bags and meet the G6 at NorthIsland. That was the moment I knew for a fact I was screwed. They’d repositioned two planes to get my ass to Virginia on their timeline.

The brass had overridden my operational plans, and they’d nearly lost an entire SEAL team. No fucking way would they take the blame. No, it would be me. Even though I had evidence to the contrary, I was a fall guy.

In more ways than one.

TO BE CONTINUED…