Kelly blinked up at the emergency lights.
“You’re really going to fuck me in the elevator, aren’t you?”
“No,” Nick hissed. Although he did want to. Badly. “Not enough lube to go half as hard at you as I want to. I’m going to take you back to our room. I’m going to bend you over the end of our fucking bed, and I’m going to fill you so full of me you’ll be screaming in a Boston accent. Make you forget everything you saw and heard tonight.”
Kelly licked his lips slowly. “Promise?”
“It’s all right, lads, daddy’s here,” Liam drawled. He stepped up to the door, digging in the backpack he was carrying.
“What are you doing?” Nick asked.
“Blowing your mind, love.” Liam pulled out two small squares of off-white clay.
“Is that C4?” Zane asked.
“PE4, thank you very much.” Liam molded the plastic explosive against the hinges of the door.
“You don’t really understand going under the radar, do you?” Nick grumbled.
“You Recon boys sneak under the radar,” Liam said as he set the charges. “The Special Air Service gets shit done.”
Owen raised an eyebrow at Nick. “If you want to hit him again, I’ll hold him down.”
Harding's British voice for Liam is just perfect :)
“Maybe he’s hiding,” Zane said. “Maybe he can’t talk.”
“Yes, we’ll go with that,” Liam said, sarcasm dripping from his words.
Nick stared at him for a long moment, and when Liam met his eyes, Nick hit him. Liam tumbled to the sidewalk as everyone else watched impassively.
Digger patted Nick’s shoulder. “Me too, brother.”
Is it wrong that I love Liam? :)