After you and TOPGUN came back from the mission to disable the airbase, Phoenix — Natasha — had suggested that you should go on a sex cruise, and it’s true that you hadn’t had a decent lay in a while so what the hell, you might as well try your luck. So you got a room key, no changes to who you room with, and then it’s ready, steady, go.

You hadn’t met your roommate yet, so you’d socialised, met a guy who was a gentleman, let him walk you back to your room — not without letting him kiss you stupid in an elevator, which was hot — and went back to your room, only to find— oh, fuck. A good fuck.

You could see a guy in sweats and no shirt, but he had his back to you so all you saw was sexy golden muscle— mm, it was tempting. Then he turned around and— oh, no. No, no, no. “Oh, darlin’.”

It was Jake. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, the one guy you didn’t want to see on your break. Shit.

“Did you enjoy the frenching?” Shit-eating grin, toothpick rolled between his teeth, there was no mistaking it. No mistaking the way his eyes travelled over your body; not bad, he thought.

You came here for a good fuck and so did he, but now your break could be ruined because of this.

Jake chuckled, teeth catching his lip briefly as he saw your irritation, which greatly amused him, obviously. “Your lips are kinda wet, hair messed up— some guy’s obviously shoved his tongue down your throat, sugar.”