Damon was next to him on his back, his breathing slightly more in control than Tanner’s. “You staying?” “Maybe.” Damon turned to him with a half grin. “Cocky. Stay here—I need to go back down to the club for a little while.” “I’l go with you.” “No. I want to keep you up here and away from al of that for now. You look so wel fucked, and I don’t plan on sharing any part of you.” Damon wa s s o serious that Tanner’s throat tightened. H e wondered where this could g o , given Damon’s hatred of Tanner’s Army career, and decided he didn’t want to think about that tonight. No, he wanted to lay there smel ing like Damon—marked by him—and he liked that he’d been al but ordered to remain in Damon’s bed. Damon came out of the shower, body and hair damp, strode around naked for a few minutes as he checked the security cameras, studying his domain before he slipped into his usual al -black attire. Tanner’s body went taut with lust. “You real y have to go?”
