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“Guys.” The soft pleading in Allison’s tone broke the moment. Lincoln looked into her eyes. “I’ll see you in two days, Allison.” He looked to the guard. “For stitches removal.”
He gave a nod and Lincoln walked out, ignoring Ford even as he burned to go back and punch his face in. Lincoln wasn’t finished with trying to win Allison over. A date with him was in her future—and he was going to wine and dine and treat her as she deserved to be treated even if it cost him a reprimand or five.
Allison was worth the punishment.
Chapter Three
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Lincoln practically roared when he spotted Ford sitting on the triage bed.
Ford gave him an eye roll. “Same thing you are,Private First Class.” He said the title as if it were something nasty lying on his tongue. “Trying to get the girl, right?”
“She’s not a prize to be won.” Lincoln braced his legs wide and folded his arms over his chest, using his impressive bulk to intimidate. All his hard work would pay off in this case. Ford wasn’t exactly a wimp, but he wasn’t up to Lincoln’s standards after his surgery.
Very slowly, Ford got off the table and stood facing him. Bracing his legs and folding his arms too.
“I saw her first,” Lincoln said.
“Yeah, well, she visited me several times while I was recovering here in the hospital. We got close.”
“I don’t believe a thing a lying piece of shit like you says.”
Their raised voices brought someone into the room, but it wasn’t Allison. The tall nurse called Jessy looked between them. “Allison warned me this might happen, that you two would come in and there’d be trouble. Want me to call security again?”
Lincoln turned toward her. “Where is she?”
“It’s her day off. So take this problem someplace else. You’re wasting your time anyhow.” She came into the room and whipped back two curtains so they were exposed to the front desk where the security guard sat talking to one of the other nurses there.
Ford stepped up to Lincoln, two inches from his face, and said, “This isn’t over.”
“No, it’s not.”
“I said take it outside, men!” Jessy huffed.
The security guard got up.
Ignoring them, Lincoln said, “I know you’re faking shit to come and see her, Ford. I bet your CO would like to hear that.”
“Same goes for you.”
“We’ll see who comes out on top.” Lincoln wanted to pop the man like a pimple, even if they had been friends for years.
And he wanted to go find Allison. She probably lived off base, but where could he find out that information? Jessy didn’t seem too eager to share it.
“Is there a problem?” the guard asked.
Lincoln didn’t look away from Ford when he said, “No.” And turned and walked out.
He went straight to work and threw himself into four long hours of training, running for two of those despite the stitches that needed to come out. While he set up to pump some iron, he couldn’t help but think about Allison. What did she do on her days off and where did she go?
He pictured her curling up on her sofa with a book. She seemed a quiet sort of person, but he wanted to make her moan—loudly. Stretch her beautiful body out under him and spend hours worshiping her like a queen she was.
As he added more weight to his machine and started lifting, he let his mind wander. Fantasizing about sitting on the sofa next to her and drawing her feet into his lap for a massage to work out the stress of being on them for long shifts.
His cock throbbed at the thought of stripping off her scrubs pushing aside the delicate strip of her panties and licking her until he had his fill. Then sliding his hard cock into her dripping pussy and making her forget all about anyone else. The look of hunger and interest in her eyes back at the hospital was real. She wanted him. Despite wanting to ram his fist into Ford’s face, there was also a moment where his balls tingled and hands itched to draw her to him, open his arms and tuck her close to his chest. Then watch her slide to her knees and wrap those pretty red lips around his aching shaft.
This is getting beyond a one-night stand. What happened to my vow to stay away from girls I could run into?
“Hey, Lincoln. Time’s up on that machine.” Jace was one of Lincoln’s closest friends. They’d spent a lot of time down at the bar together on their off hours, drinking away memories of bombs and blood. Now Jace had a baby and a steady woman he confided to, and they hadn’t drunk together in too long.
