Loving a Warrior by Melanie Hansen

Author:Melanie Hansen [Hansen, Melanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2018-11-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

“Crawl to the whistle, gents!”

Matt sat at the training center reception desk, trying with all his might not to look at the double glass doors that led to the grinder. It was dark out and he wouldn’t be able to see anything except his own reflection anyway, but besides the fact he’d been warned to stay the fuck away from those doors, the thought of what was about to happen out there...

Just another watch. Just another Sunday night, except for the fact that Shane’s class would soon be herded out of their pizza-smelling classroom and ushered into hell. It was Matt’s rotten luck he’d drawn the mid watch at the center and for all intents and purposes would have a front-row seat to the carnage.

He hoped he wouldn’t burst into tears when the shooting started.

The painful memories drove him up and out of his chair. He paced restlessly along the length of the hallway, his eyes going for the millionth time to the beefcake calendar tacked up on a bulletin board outside the conference room. Mr. October. A guy wearing a Speedo, his oiled muscles gleaming, stood with his weight canted on one hip and hands linked behind his head to showcase his physique. And it was an impressive one. The white swimsuit left nothing to the imagination, riding so low in front it revealed a tiny slice of pubic hair over an enormous bulge. Whoever the model was, he was supremely fit and undeniably sexy.

But he had nothing on Shane.

Matt fought against the urge to rip off the crude cutout of Shane’s face haphazardly glued to an unfamiliar body—a body rippling with muscle instead of gloriously lean and sleek, one that undoubtedly smelled of coconut oil and pomade instead of sunshine and fresh air... A body that hadn’t been pressed to his or trembled helplessly under Matt’s touch.

Turning his back on the calendar, Matt returned to his post, his duty for the next several hours to watch over a phone that wouldn’t ring and a door that wouldn’t open. An air of stillness hung like a storm cloud over the entire base, heavy with the knowledge of what was to come.

He checked the clock again, then jumped from his chair at the reception desk and headed for the coffee urn set up in the conference room. One of his tasks during the night would be to make sure it was always full of fresh coffee for the instructors who’d eventually be rotating through the center to fill out discharge paperwork, make phone calls, or simply take a break from their mission of putting hapless trainees through hell.

“You’d better not fuck up my coffee, son,” Chief Howe thundered when Matt first came on watch. “Hot and fresh, all night long.”

“Hooyah, Chief,” Matt said briskly.

The chief narrowed his eyes at him, peering at the name tape on Matt’s uniform top. “What the fuck kind of name is that?”

“It’s Czech, Chief Howe.”

Matt stood at ramrod attention as Howe regarded him through beetled brows.

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