Doomsday Warrior 16 - American Overthrow - Plot & Excerpts
Next to him was Rona Wallender, naked as a bluejay and sleeping happily with a big smile on her face. She had knocked softly, then loudly on the door around two in the morning after Rockson had retired to his room. His head had been swirling with troubled thoughts about the mission he would soon have to embark on. He hadn’t really wanted to let her in, as much as he usually craved her firm, sexy body. But she had been persistent, banging on the steel door, until several other sleepers down the corridor came out and told her to shut the fuck up. Which to Rona, being Rona, had nearly precipitated a fistfight—until Rockson, seeing it was all just going to get worse, had opened the door. They made love for half an hour as she stripped and dove on top of him without a word. But though his body sort of took over on automatic pilot, his mind wasn’t really into it. Not tonight. And when the redhead had fallen asleep, her face nestled into his neck and her smile as broad as a Cheshire cat’s, Rockson just lay there thinking.
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