Morning wood.

"Contact left," he screams, not really because he expects any of the other soldiers to be able to respond yet; they're still trying to figure out what the Hell has happened and where the attack is coming from. It's just habit, his mind crystal clear and cool. Without thinking about it, he kicks the empty clip free of his weapon, reloading on the fly as he steps over the body of the second insurgent, a young kid, maybe sixteen. Moving fast, the cracking sounds of rounds passing close by his head, Aden advances on the building at the corner of the road, noting muzzle flashes from the front windows. He notes that he's moving slower than normal, a grinding pain in his thigh where he's been shot. There's blood all down the side of his face, his skin going numb and cold. He's going into shock, he realizes. Again, the thought comes to him: I am going to die today_. Again, there's no fear, just this raw cold fury. He crosses in front of the house through the smoke from the burning front vehicle, tossing a grenade through the window and waiting for the blast. There's a bang and crump, a sensation of pressure in his ears (it's not like the movies, he thinks, distantly), and then he leans back on his bad leg, kicks the door open with the good one. He goes in firing, hearing both men and women screaming. There's motion, people trying to get out of the way, a stunned insurgent stumbling into the room from the window, his ears bleeding, his weapon dangling from his shredded right arm. Aden fires, over and over, killing everything that moves, no longer checking targets, just bringing ****. The wide eyes of the seven-year-old girl he shoots in the face will never leave his soul._

Something stirs him out of the nightmare. The same as always, he wakes up cold and sweaty, everything far away. But this time, there's something different. There's a warm pressure on his legs and thighs, a small giggling sound. He looks down to see Tommy looking up at him with adoration and lust in her beautiful cornflower eyes. Her tiny hand is brushing against his balls, softly working him. Bailey is right beside her, naked, her breasts rubbing against his thigh muscles, nipples hard as rocks. He's stiffening, his cock rising up off his belly as Bailey playfully blows air across the tip, teasing him.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Tommy chirps, gazing up at him from her place crouched between his legs. She gently kisses his balls again, her tongue flicking out to lick them, rolling them along her lips. An involuntary groan escapes his lips, the nightmare disappearing into the mist as his animal brain responds to the attention these two sexy women are giving his cock.

"We figured you treated us so nice last night, you deserve a reward yourself," Bailey says, giving him a smouldering gaze. "So, before I have to leave to get ready for my next shift at the hospital, we're going to blow you until you pop." She licks her lips, then pulls his now-hard shaft to her mouth. Her tongue, wet and red, slides along the base of his erection, tickling him, Tommy's kisses getting more aggressive as her blonde hair mingles with Bailey's red, the two of them now both kissing and licking his rod. He groans again, this time clutching the sheets beneath him as Tommy gives him a quick kiss right on the tip of his cock; when she pulls back, a thin line of sticky pre-cum sticks to her lips and falls down onto her chin, then Bailey sticks her tongue out to lick it off, the two of them french-kissing, letting Nick watch them share his taste back and forth between them. Then Bailey slides up to take him into her mouth, hot and wet, sucking him and working him with her tongue.

"Hey, Nicki, guess what Bailey can do?" Tommy chirps, and begins to giggle girlishly. On cue, Bailey goes down, taking him all the way into her throat and down to the very base of his shaft. If she has any gag reflex, it's not showing up for work today. Nick almost cries out as he feels himself brushing against the back of her moist throat, the suction intense, Tommy's kissing his balls again, tracing the veins at the base of his dick, tickling him even more. He can feel the pressure in the base of his dick, the cum building up. Bailey comes up for air with a proud gasp, and Tommy doesn't let him catch his breath; as soon as Bailey's lips clear his tip, Tommy takes him into her mouth. She doesn't go as deep, but the sight of her enthusiastic happy face as she tugs him and suckles on his dick is driving him upward toward climax very fast. He feels a contented hum vibrate through Tommy as she enjoys every inch he's given her. Bailey is obviously a pro, but Tommy is really getting into it, working for his load. Bailey has leaned back, staring as Tommy sucks, then places her hand on the back of Tommy's head.

"Deep breath, baby," Bailey whispers, looking up at Nick as she shoves Tommy down, making the blonde take him deep. A happy gurgle bubbles out of Tommy's lips, spit and the beginnings of Nick's load dribbling down her chin to pool on his balls. He's about to lose control of himself as Bailey moans, her hand pushing and pulling Tommy's head, controlling the speed and depth of the blowjob, making Tommy do it the way Bailey wants. He's dimly aware Tommy's own hard-on is rubbing wetly against his leg, her thighs clamping around him as she begins shuddering. Before he can warn her, he loses himself, his cock pulsing as his load floods up through his shaft and erupts onto Tommy's hot little tongue. Bailey's eyes are laser beams as she watches Tommy gulping, each shot of Nick's cum pumping down into Tommy's belly. Breaking contact, Tommy's mouth comes off him as he's still shooting, a jet of warm sperm coating her lips and cheek as she convulses, the heat and sticky wetness of her own ejaculate spurting onto his leg as she comes, too. Bailey rushes forward and takes him into her mouth to finish him, sucking hungrily, her tongue working along the underside of his cock, pulling the last of his load from him. As he falls back onto the bed, drained, he sees Bailey pull Tommy up to kiss again, their tongues exploring each others' mouths as they cuddle . Reluctantly, Bailey breaks the kiss and sits up, pulling her hair back. She reaches out and uses her finger to catch a small dollop of Nick's cum that has fallen onto his belly, then extends her finger toward Tommy. Obediently, Tommy sticks her tongue out and sucks on Bailey's finger until it's clean.

"Damn, girl," Bailey whistles. "I thought I was oral." She stands up and stretches, yawning. "I would love to stay and fuck another day away, but I do have to get to work. And, since I came over naked last night, I'm going to have to get home, shower, and get my uniform."

"Ahhh," Tommy complains. "Nicki is filthy rich. Quit, stay home, and play with us all day."

"That's awfully nice of you to offer up Nick's money, sweetie," Bailey laughs. "But I work because I love what I do. Well, mostly." Kissing Tommy and then Nick, she walks naked down the hall, looking for her things. Tommy and NIck follow her out and watch, entertained, as Bailey fumbles around the suite until she locates her keys, which are on the front hall table, her coat, which is waiting on the hallway floor, and her left heel, which is on the sofa in the living area. Her other heel somehow found its way to the top of the fridge; she blushes as she holds it up toward them.

"That's how you know the sex is really good," Tommy explains.

"If it gets any better, I'll be a patient in my own hospital," Bailey laughs. "I'd tell you to behave yourselves, but I expect that horse got out of the barn a long, long time ago."

Tommy snuggles into Nick's lap when he sits on the sofa. She sighs. "Ummm, I don't wanna push..."

Bailey smiles and rushes back to the sofa, bending over and kissing Tommy more deeply this time. "I don't know what the next few days are going to be like, babe. I will call you as soon as I'm free. Believe me, that won't be very long." She stands up again, running her hand along the scarred side of Aden's face. "Take care of our girl for me, Nick," she says, then lets herself out the door, leaving the two of them alone in the quiet.