Page 56 of Down and Dirty

In that hazy state of half sleep, half awake, Zach became aware of himself splatted out on his back on the bed, with Britta’s face mashed down on his chest, her hair spread out all over like a wild bush, and her hand on his cock.

“Well, well, well!”

“Holy crap! Not again, Britta. You gotta give me a chance to regroup.”

“Oh, I think you’ve regrouped plenty, Brother.”

Brother! That isn’t Britta. He jackknifed to a sitting position, shoved Britta behind him, and had his weapon aimed at the doorway in a split second.

It was his brother, Danny, who had the good sense to duck outside the open doorway where he had been leaning.

“Sonofabitch!” Zach muttered. “You should know better than to sneak up on a military man. Especially one who has a jihad out on him. I coulda killed you.”

“Is it safe to come back in?” Danny inquired, peeping around the doorway. The idiot was grinning, not having the sense to realize that he could have been stepping into a land mine of his own making.

Britta was sputtering groggily behind him, a combination of outrage over his having shoved her behind him and confusion over his motive. When she noticed the man standing there getting a grinning eyeful of her naked body, she squealed and tried to hide her large body behind Zachary’s body, which was large but not large enough. He laughed and tossed her a blanket, even as he stood and walked toward the door. “It’s just my dickhead brother who doesn’t have the sense God gave a… dick.”

“Does he not knock?”

“Hardly ever,” Danny answered for him, peeking over Zach’s shoulder. “A guy misses a lot of good stuff if he announces himself. Right, Bro?” Danny chuckled, then murmured, “Whoa! That is one hot mama. Wanna share?”

“Get out of here, idiot.” He shoved Danny out in the hallway. Before he closed the door after himself, he told Britta, “Go back to sleep, honey. It’s not even dawn yet.”

Then he put both hands on his hips and glared at his brother. Danny was still in uniform — he was an Air Force pilot — and his duffel bag sat on the floor at his feet.

“How’d you get in?”

“I have a key. Had to practically wrestle some goon outside, though. Is that one of the guards Dad hired for you?”

“Yeah.”

“Probably some stunt man Dad knows on one of his sets.”

“Nope, this is a top-notch security firm. Great reputation. Expensive as hell.”

“The old man can afford it. Is he still boffing that Lolita that plays his daughter on the soap?”

Zach shrugged. “What the hell are you doing here, Danny?”

“Tsk-tsk-tsk! I’m just gonna crash here for a night or two. I’ve got a one-week pass. Thought you could use some help with the kid, but… ” He jerked his head toward the closed bedroom door, “… maybe you’ve got all the help you need.”

“I can always use help, and Britta will be going back to the base.”

Danny raised his eyebrows at him.

“She’s in that new WEALS program—”

“A military babe? Since when do you go for ball busters? Man, oh, man, you attract all types, don’t you?”

“—which I am assisting Commander MacLean with. WEALS, I mean.”

His brother hooted with laughter. “Your punishment for various and sundry crimes, I assume.”

“You got that right.”

“Anyhow, Bro,” Danny motioned his head toward the closed bedroom door, “you hit the jackpot this time.”

“Yeah, I did,” Zach agreed with a grin.