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dreaming.
    “There she is,” he chuckled as he fixed the strap on his pack, presumably to avoid the bullet wound on his shoulder.
    “There who is?” I asked confused.
    He just chuckled and ignored my question. Damn this man was infuriating. Screw it, I just need to get back inside my house and get some sleep. The sun was already peaking up over the horizon.
    “When did it happen?” I nodded towards his shoulder.
    “How’d you know?” Linc asked, once again moving the strap.
    “Not my first rodeo, cowboy. I have seen my fair share of shoulder wounds.” Getting shot at sucks monkey balls, but getting hit sucks even worse.
    “No I guess it wouldn’t be. Russia, that’s umm where it happened.” Linc looked like it pained him to utter that word. As much as I wanted to know about the mission, I was just too tired.
    “Glad you made it out. Good night.” I walked back to my door.
    “Good night, sweet Jasmin.” He went back to his door, his keys still hanging in the lock. I wondered if I should tell him he needed to turn the knob to the left a little to get the lock to engage. Nope, I’d let him figure it out.
    Walking into my apartment, I made my way to the bedroom. I slid my soaked shorts off and tossed them in the dirty clothes hamper. Those might have to get double washed. With a groan of humiliation I threw myself on the bed.
    “Why am I such an ass?”  I asked the empty room.
    I squeezed my legs together to calm the ache in my core as I remembered his touch and his voice against my neck. This was not helping! I just needed to close my eyes and visualize disassembling my M4. Funny how some people count sheep to go to sleep and I count the pieces of my weapons.
    I heard the shower turn on next door. I squeezed my legs together again and screwed my eyes shut. Trying my hardest to block out the images my overactive, lustful mind was conjuring up. I just needed sleep. The last thing I needed to be doing was listening to Lincoln getting into the shower. Holy fuck, he was naked in the shower! His shower only a mere twelve inches behind my bed. The house was so old the walls were like paper. I remembered hearing my old neighbors banging in the shower and in their room many nights. I could hear every grunt and groan. Fuck. My. Life. Again! I heard the old pipes whine as the water warmed up. The old glass doors squeaked loudly as he opened them to get in.
    Before I knew what was happening my left hand had slid under my tank top and I was palming my breast, squeezing it, making my nipples tighten once again. I closed my thumb and forefinger around my nipple pinching it, and pulling the sensitive nub away from my body. Holy shit that felt good!
    I could hear Lincoln in the shower behind me; I kept my eyes closed and imagined him as he soaped up his muscular body. His hands running over his six then back down to the V that would lead down to an impressive package. I slid my right hand down my own stomach wishing it was Lincoln’s soapy hand; I made my way down to my slippery entrance and pushed one finger inside.
    “AHH Fuck.” I moaned out loud. There was a bang on the other side of the wall, it sounded like Lincoln had dropped something in the shower. I could clearly hear the commotion and the thought of Lincoln hearing me pleasure myself only spurred me on.
    I gathered up my wetness and started to massage my clit in slow hard circles. With the water still running in Lincoln’s apartment I visualized him taking his dick in his hand and stroking himself in the same slow way I was rubbing my clit. I pulled my nipple harder and spread my legs wide. I felt the cool air on my sensitive pussy adding to my excitement. My vision of Lincoln jerking himself off grew more vivid as I massaged harder, I could feel myself getting ready to come. My body began to shake and I was hot all over, as the first wave of sweet relief washed over my body I let out a shout, “Lincoln!”
    “Sweet Jasmin,” came through the wall.