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59 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 1, 2015
For those that think it's too late.
As his grin gets a little wider, I'm struck with just how much trouble I'm in. My career has always come first. Always. What the hell are you supposed to do when something else becomes more important?
Thinking back to the day I promised him I'd always obey, I smile. I remember how overwhelmed with relief I'd been over finally having found real freedom.

Oh god. Just the thought of sucking cock right now is going to make me puke. I press my lips together and give a little headshake.
Sarge goes still, his eyes searing into me. “No?” he asks. “No.” It’s just a whisper, but at the sound of it, the outrage on his face blinks out like a light. What it’s replaced by is a wide look of concern. The air is almost crackling around him, and I wince. The vivid hues hurt my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Then he remembers where I said I was. "Vaccine?"
He rescued me, my boy. From myself, mostly. And, you can bet your ass that from now until forever, I'm going to make every single goddamn second count.Murphy continues the story of two Space Marines who forged a relationship in the trenches of a distant planet. I loved the first book, and I've been
Happy? Hell, I've never been happier or felt more at peace than the months I've spent at Sarge's side.Murphy survived the battle at the end of Sarge - Obviously. I mean, the book's named after him... - Murphy got to keep his life, but he lost his leg. Luckily for everyone, the cybernetic prostheses in this universe are top notch, so the loss hasn't slowed the big guy down.
As his grin gets a little wider, I'm struck with just how much trouble I'm in. My career has always come first. Always. What the hell are you supposed to do when something else becomes more important..There's something supremely satisfying about watching a tough man fall hard, and that's precisely what we're seeing in Sarge.




















"Well, well, well... What the fuck's got you so damn worked up, son?" he says, and flicks the head of my cock hard; I wince but manage not to make a sound. "Have you been a bad boy and touched something that doesn't belong to you? And don't you goddamn lie to me."

"Will you look at the mess you've made of yourself? How long's your cock been drooling all over you?"
"All day, Sarge. Like you wanted."




The smile Murphy gives me brings back the ache for a second, and for the millionth time, I thank whatever the fuck it was that put us in each other’s path.