Ninth Special Forces—
Reapers, Bringers of Death and Destruction.
The picture on the flag was a skull with a sword through the top and two arrows crossed in front of it, with wings that seemed to sprout from the back of the skull.
Chapter 2
Tossing her bag on the bunk, Logan turned to Mackenzie. “I can show you where the shower facilities are, then you can bed down for the night. We can start fresh in the morning. Deal?” he said, smiling. “I wanna apologize for the way I acted earlier. Things around here are just still raw. I hope you understand and give me another chance to redeem myself.”
“Sure,” she said, smiling back at him. “Now show me where that shower is. I am dying to get cleaned up.”
When Logan left Mackenzie in her room, the raging hard-on was still in full effect, so he did what they all did—he went to the one place where a guy could get some privacy. He went to take a shower and see if he could work off some of the stress and rub one off at the same time. It had been a few days since he had showered; he had literally just returned from a mission when the colonel ordered him to meet Mackenzie at the airstrip. He was tired, and he was horny as hell. He still couldn’t get the image of Mackenzie out of his head; she was sexy as hell, intelligent, and a force to be reckoned with. That was the best part; she took no shit, and that attracted him more than her body, amazing as it was.
It was already late, and most of the soldiers were in bed, so he knew that if he got a little loud in the shower, no one would hear him. He really needed to blow, and the shower was the best place. He laid his shower bag on the counter and stripped down to nothing. As he pulled his pants down, his cock sprang out, begging to be touched. Wrapping his towel around his waist and slipping his shower shoes on, he walked into the shower stall, hung up his towel, and turned on the water.
As the warm water poured down his body, he grabbed the soap and slowly washed his chest and upper body. He would use the soap as a nice lube once he made his way down to his erection. As he rubbed his chest, he closed his eyes, thinking about how good it would feel to slide his cock inside her and how her legs would feel around his neck. The more he thought about her, the harder he got and the more he needed to release. Soaping the one hand might not be enough this time. If he were to focus on the mission, he would need to make this epic. So he slathered both hands and closed his eyes, imagining how he would kiss her for the first time and how her skin felt against his. He imagined his hands were hers as he traces his nipples with his fingertips, pinching them with each pass, running one hand down the length of his abs as his fingers touched each muscle, finally landing on his long, thick cock. As he inched closer to grasping the tip tightly in his hand, he tightened his grip as he rubbed up his length; when his fingers flashed over his tip, he let out a low, deep moan.
Trying to keep his moans quiet was beginning to become difficult the more he pounded his hand. Trying to slow it down, he tried to think about anything else but Mackenzie, but the sight of her sent shivers down his spine and right down to his thick, stiff cock. His hips moved back and forth as he imagined he was sinking deep inside her. Using his other hand, he tightened his grip around his nuts and gently squeezed, hoping he could make this session last longer. He thought about how she would taste with his head tucked tightly between her thighs and how she would sound as he lapped her juices as she covered his face. He wanted to feel her pussy tighten around his tongue as he got her to orgasm. The more he thought of making love to her, the faster he stroked. He could feel himself get closer, and he imagined her putting his cock in her warm, wet mouth, sucking tightly. He could no longer hold out, and he let out a load moan and called her name. “Oh, Mackenzie, baby, my God, you are amazing.” Logan stood in the shower for a moment trying to get his wits about him again, then finished washing his body. His cock was still as hard and erect as it was when he started. Hearing the door to the building open, he figured he best get dressed and get to bed. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he walked into the changing area, just missing the other occupant of the building.
Mackenzie placed her towel over the door of the shower and turned the knobs. When the water flowed, it was cold, and she let out a muffled scream. She didn’t want to wake up the entire FOB. As she stood there doing a bob and weave through the cold water, it finally started to get warmer, and she placed her head under the water. It had to be the most relaxed she had been in days. She finally let out a sigh of relief, and as she went over the events of the day, her emotions were starting to get the better of her.
When she finished her shower, an overwhelming feeling overtook her as the tears started to flow. She was still surprised at the reaction she received about her mission. It confused her. Why didn’t anyone tell me about the unit and its dealings with Saheed? she thought. It appeared someone was keeping something from her, and she didn’t like too many secrets. She knew it was the nature of her job, but she was the one out here with her ass on the line, not her handler or her boss. They needed to be upfront with her, and she felt like they hadn’t been, especially considering the revelations she’d had in the meeting with the commander. She tried to get ahold of herself, but she just couldn’t. The tears kept coming. She hated that she was in the dark, and she hated the thought that these men, although she had just met them, had suffered such losses.
Grabbing her towel, she wrapped it around her breasts and stuffed the corner in, then she walked into the changing area to get her clothes on. She didn’t expect to run into anyone, but she didn’t announce herself, either. When she swung open the door, she got a full view of Logan Macalister in all his glory. She stood motionless for a second, staring at him, taking in every inch of him from head to toe. Her eyes fixated on his erection that stood straight out. “Oh my God” was the only thing that flowed from her lips. “I am so sorry!” She quickly turned to leave the room, her face flushed red with embarrassment.
“Like what ya see?” Logan grinned as he grabbed his towel.
Mackenzie stood with her back facing him. “I am so sorry. I didn’t realize anyone was in here.”
“You’re fine, darlin’. I was just finishing up,” he said. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him pull his t-shirt over his head, then pull his boxers up. “I’m dressed now so you can come on in. Don’t pay no mind to the raging hard-on,” he said, laughing. “We all walk around with a chubby most of the time ’til shit goes south, then it’s kickin’ ass and taking names, then we all go limp dick.”
Mackenzie turned around. She couldn’t help it, but she looked straight to his hard-on. She tried to speak, but most of her words seemed to jumble, and she sounded like she had had a stroke. Her face was still bright red as she tried to talk, trying to change the subject to anything but what was right in front of her eyes. “Your cock was very nice today. Oh my God. I mean your colonel was very nice today.”
Logan couldn’t help but laugh one of those hard, falling-off-the-chair belly laughs, and Mackenzie panicked, trying to get out of the room as quickly as she could. She turned around to make her escape and ran right into the door frame, smacking her face straight into the wooden frame. Her eyes welled up, and her nose started to bleed. Logan quickly grabbed his towel and helped her sit down on the bench as he tended to her wounds.