Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
He’d even chosen to have the ceremony at dusk, his favorite time of day.
He took their linked hands and kissed the simple gold band on Scar’s index finger.
“Shut the fuck up, Ex.” Scar bit. “Y’all are just pissed because I’m making the rest of you motherfuckers look bad.”
Ex and Elias kept the table entertained with stories of his and Scar’s pre-wedding jitters while he and his husband retreated into their own bubble.
Scar leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of his ear. “You won’t believe this.”
He shifted slightly, already smiling. “What?”
“Your boy Roz is wrapped up tight with your doctor on the dancefloor.”
Gage’s mouth fell open. “With Dr. Rockwell?”
Scar grinned against his temple. “Yep. And she’s giving off some serious vibes too.”
“Wow. I had a feeling they were into each other. They argued too much.” He tilted his head, giving Scar more room. “As far as I know, he hasn’t dated anyone since Shannon died.”
“Yeah? Good for him then,” Scar said quietly.
He turned into Scar, toward the love pouring off him.
“You smell edible,” he whispered.
He slid his fingers into Scar’s hair and combed through the feather-soft locks. He loved that it gave him an idea of what the color white felt like to the touch.
It made him feel special that Scar had worn it down for him. He knew how much he hated it, but he’d done it anyway.
“Aren’t we allowed to leave while everyone else eats and drinks the night away?”
Scar laughed darkly in his ear. “You ready to go?”
“I’m ready for you.”
Scar hummed a delicious sound.
“I’m gonna’ make love to you all night, in the morning, the next day, and the next day after that.”
Scar sealed each declaration with a heated kiss on his neck.
Gage leaned into it, helpless to Scar’s affection.
“Let’s go.”
Gage swallowed. “I might need a few minutes before I can stand up.”
“You hard for me?” Scar bit his earlobe.
“Yes,” he breathed.
Gage struggled to hold in his gasp when Scar’s hand disappeared beneath the table and grazed his hard knuckles over his length.
Mmm. Oh my god.
While their team and friends were engrossed in conversations and jokes, the chatter and pulsing music masked their naughty behavior.
He was glad he had his dark glasses on so no one could see his eyes fluttering behind them.
He fought to keep his expression neutral, pressing his lips into a thin line. Scar ducked his head, making his soft hair fall over them like a curtain before he dragged his tongue along the column of his throat.
His husband kept his touch agonizingly light, tracing patterns against his bulge with his fingertips. He was teasing him senseless, refusing to give him any real pressure.
“You’re so cruel,” he said in a shaky whisper.
His desperate efforts to stifle his moans made the passion more erotic. He tensed his thighs, fighting not to thrust upward.
“More,” he pleaded, keeping his begging below the sound of the music.
Scar curved his lips against his throat. “I’m gonna’ give you more than you can handle.”
“You talk a good game,” he shot back, hoping it’d make Scar act.
He licked and bit at the shell of his ear until Gage let out a quiet, strained chuckle.
“I’ll never be able to stand to go upstairs if you don’t stop.”
Scar laughed, warm and rough.
Heels clicked across the mahogany deck—expensive stiletto heels.
Gage recognized Jo’s power walk.
He felt her solemn presence—and the force of the team that surrounded her—before she reached the table.
A hush fell over the courtyard, starting at their end and rolling inward like a cresting wave.
Jo motioned for the DJ to cut the music.
“I know this is the worst timing possible,” she sighed, her voice sorrowful and resolute at the same time. “But I need all of you in the War Room now. A situation has come up that requires immediate action.”
The announcement had the effect of a bucket of cold water dumped over his head.
“Fuck me,” Scar grated.
Chairs began to push back, drinks were abandoned, and dances cut off mid-step as people began to head back to their departments, going from wedding guests to disciplined assets.
Gage stood, cane in one hand, his other clasped in Scar’s.
The Ravens began moving as one unit. Nothing that’d happened in the courtyard mattered anymore as they shifted their minds to fight.
When they reached the double doors to the War Room, Gage slid his fingers from Scar’s grip. Their love didn’t belong where they were going.
He’d braved marriage, now war was already about to test its strength.
White Ravens
Gage
The mission’s Command Center overflowed with their handlers and field teams. Jo’s staff, plus leaders of every department, from extraction, air operations, cyber, weapons to comms, satellite, and medical.
Scar sat close enough that his breath caressed the back of his neck.
The surveillance team was running audio on the recent attack on a small village in Montenegro—an overlooked, but still allied country.