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Fighting Dragons
T. A. Chase
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Fighting Dragons
Copyright © March 2010 by T. A. Chase
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eISBN 978-1-60737-557-9
Editor: Georgia A. Woods
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
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Chapter One
Soft gasps filled the early morning as cotton sheets brushed over flushed skin. Murmurs
turned into low moans and rustling movements sped up. A voice pleaded for release.
“Please, David. I want”
The words cut off in a sharp cry.
Bailey Stevenson grunted as warm liquid splashed over his hand. Opening his eyes, he
stared up at the beige ceiling of his bedroom.
Yes, he was truly pathetic, jerking off by himself instead of going out and finding a warm
body to be with. He shoved his clean hand behind him and levered himself off the bed.
It took a minute or two to find his balance before he lurched his way to the bathroom to
clean off. After coming, his muscles responded even slower than usual to his requests. He flicked
on the light and managed to get the water in the shower turned on without falling over.
Now that would be embarrassing. When he didn't show up at AngleLow Labs, someone
would come looking for him, and they'd find him unconscious and naked in his bathroom. If he
didn't drown himself first.
Bailey rinsed his hand off and shook his head. He should be out looking for some “no
strings attached” sex and fun, but that was the problem. Actually, it presented two problems.
He liked having strings attached to his sex. Oh, not in the kinky “tie me up” way. No, he
wanted the sex to mean more than two guys getting their rocks off with each other.
Plus he didn't want just any guy. He wanted a specific tall, gorgeous army captain who
blew hot and cold in his actions toward Bailey. Captain David Wellmine probably didn't see him
as sexy considering how often the man had to catch Bailey when he tripped, which happened a
lot when he was around the captain.
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