Keegan didn’t want a spotter. He didn’t need one. He definitely didn’t need one that made his cock hard just by being near him. It was a special kind of blissful hell for Keegan. On one hand, it was inconvenient. On the other hand? Oh fuck, did it feel good, and it wasn’t limited to just touch. They’d just looked at him once and he had cum. Their scent got his cock hard. Hell, he was hard around them constantly. The way they moved practically had him drooling. It was everything about them.

Keegan constantly wanted to fuck them but he’d held off. He’d kept his distance as best he could. It was difficult, especially on missions. They were practically hip to hip on missions. He hated that he craved them being so close.

“Target in sight,” Keegan rumbled softly in his rough, gravely voice. They lay side by side on a rock outcropping, hidden from sight by bushes. He took his time and pulled the trigger, taking out their target. “Target down. Give it a few minutes and we’ll get out of here.”