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the first time they coughed blood, they had about five years at the outside, and my dad had been sick
awhile. He probably didn t have twelve months.
He d made arrangements for Lucy, more or less. His friend Denise had agreed to take her in. When it
happened, every lousy dollar I earned would go to Denise, and I knew it wouldn t be enough. It took more
than a shitty wage to stay safe in Kopa. I should have been there. And if there were any way off Defender
Three, I would have fucking taken it the second I got Dad s letter.
Cam s forehead was creased with worry. He touched my arm.  Has he seen a doctor?
As though it were that simple! I scowled.  No fucking doctors in Kopa, city boy.
He flushed.  I m sorry.
 Whatever, I said. He tensed underneath my touch, and that annoyed me most, like he thought I was
some feral piece of shit who couldn t even accept an apology.  I left school when I was twelve, LT. Who
the fuck do you think you are, telling me I m smart? Who the fuck do you think you are, asking me if my
dad s seen a doctor, like maybe it had just slipped his mind? You don t know the first thing about my
life.
I tried to pull away, and he caught me by the wrist and pulled me back down.
 Let me go, asshole! I got an elbow against his chest, but he managed to dislodge it. And he twisted
his hips away protectively before I had a chance to knee him in the balls. Turns out he remembered his
basic combat training a hell of a lot better than I did, but of course Cameron Rushton had been the perfect
golden-boy soldier, hadn t he? That s what all the ads said. I wondered what they d say if they knew he d
liked being fucked by a Faceless.
He pinned me down and straddled my hips. His eyes blazed.  Is that it? You re going to throw that
back in my face?
 You can t help what you dream, I muttered, struggling under his weight.  I can t help what I think!
He was holding my wrists against the mattress, his fingers digging in painfully.  I m sorry you re
stuck in my head, Garrett, and I m sorry I didn t grow up dirt poor in some shit-hole town no one s ever
heard of.
I struggled. I wanted to punch the arrogant asshole.
He tightened his grip on my wrists.  And I m sorry I never had a bitch of a stepmother who liked to
slap me around and call me stupid. I m sorry I never went hungry. I m sorry you had to drop out of school
to look after your sister, and I m sorry that your dad is sick.
I pushed my hips up to try and unseat him, but it was useless.
 I m sorry you got drafted, he said,  and I m sorry you got rolled in the showers. I m sorry you
can t go home.
The fight drained out of me as I listened to the miserable fucking litany of my life. I squeezed my
eyes shut. I didn t want him to see me cry. Hadn t he humiliated me enough?  Just get off me, please.
 No, he said.
My eyes flashed open.
He leaned down until his face was close to mine.  And I m so sorry that you never got a fucking
break.
I hated him at that moment, and it didn t matter. I tilted my head back to meet his kiss. I felt his hot
breath first, and then his lips met mine. It wasn t gentle like the other time. This time it was a hungry
openmouthed kiss that met my anger and matched it. His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I let it. I more
than let it. I pressed my tongue against his, raising my head off the mattress, and tasted him.
Felt good. Felt good to be held down like this, his hands gripping my wrists, his weight pinning me
to the bed. My cock hardened underneath him, and he groaned. The sound vibrated in our mouths. I gasped
for breath, sharing his.
 Brady, he murmured, his mouth leaving mine to explore my throat with lips and the gentle pressure
of his teeth.  Don t hate me.
I moaned and arched my back. Should have thought it was pretty damn obvious this wasn t hate
anymore.
He traced the line of my jaw with his mouth. He ground himself against my erection, and I moaned
again.
 Need to come, LT, I managed.  Gonna come if you keep doing that!
 Take a breath, he murmured.  Slow it down.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying really hard to think of something else apart from my
cock. And his. I looked up into his eyes and struggled to control my breathing.
God, he was beautiful. I d never looked at another guy and thought that, but I d never had one do
anything like this to me. His eyes were beautiful, and his lips were beautiful, and his skin, just a hint
tanned, was beautiful as well. What d he see in someone like me? Just biochemistry, I guess. Just an
aftereffect from the stasis pod.
He frowned at me slightly, and I pushed the thought away before he could find it.
 Keep going, I said.  Keep doing whatever you re going to do.
Anything. I d let him do anything as long as it felt as good as this moment.
His voice was low.  I m going to let your wrists go now, but I want you to keep them there. Can you
do that for me?
 Yeah. I sighed, rolling my hips to try and find some friction.  What for?
He sat back and unwrapped his fingers from my wrists. His green eyes were wide.  So I can do this,
and you can t stop me.
He plucked at my T-shirt, sliding his hands under it. His palms moved slowly over my abdomen and
then up to my chest, pushing up the thin fabric. I shivered as his fingers found my left nipple. The little nub
was already hard, but it got harder as he pinched it, and it wasn t the only thing. I jerked my hips as a
flash of sensation traveled like an electric current from my nipple to my balls. I almost came.
 Fuck, I gasped, arching underneath him.  LT!
 I want you to take a shower with me, he said, swiping his tongue over his lower lip.  I want you to
come for me, and I don t just want to watch this time.
 Okay, I whispered, and he leaned down to kiss me again.
Holy shit, Brady, what have you just agreed to? Set some fucking boundaries before it s too late.
Who was I kidding? It was already too late.
Chapter Nine
I felt like I was dreaming when Cam led me toward the shower. I felt like my mind was ten steps
behind my body. I figured it would catch up at some point and voice an objection, but nothing.
I was doing this because I thought we were already dead.
I was doing this because, if we weren t, we d be split up again as soon as Kai-Ren broke our
connection.
Whatever this was between us, I wanted as much as I could grab.
My hands shook when I stripped. My T-shirt hit the floor first, and then my pants. I stood there in just
my gray military-issue boxer briefs and cupped my hands in front of my aching cock.
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