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Cam relax, she became aroused any time she touched her, for any reason. Starting at the back of Cams neck, she
worked her way down, pausing when she found the clusters of knotted muscles along the way and gently massaging
them until they softened.

Jesus, Cam muttered at one point,  that feels great.
Blair smiled.  Good. Now turn over.
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Cam carefully flipped over. Her limbs felt loose, her mind more than a little hazy. She was also wet. Blair knelt beside
her in a short T-shirt and skimpy panties, her hair down, her face void of any makeup. Her full breasts pressed against
the thin cotton as she leaned forward, her hard nipples clearly visible. Cam swept her hand up Blairs side and cupped
her breast.

Stop that, Blair protested with more determination than she felt.

I want to touch you, Cam murmured.

Tonight is for you. Just relax.
Cam sighed but she felt so good she couldnt argue. She moved her hand to Blairs side and left it there as Blair worked.
Staying away from the bruise on Cams right shoulder, Blair circled her thumbs along the muscles under her collarbone.
Cam had a warriors bodyher sleek muscles long and tight, her breasts small and round. Her nipples were neat pink
circles, as compact and hard as the rest of her body. Scars marked her chest and thighthe gunshot wounds she had
earned in battle.  I love you very much.

Makes all the difference, Cam whispered.
Blair smiled.  I know. She stroked Cams stomach, then worked her way down the front of Cams legs. As she slowly
skimmed her fingers along the insides of Cams thighs, she felt a different kind of tension infuse her lovers body. She
leaned down and kissed Cams stomach, then rubbed her mouth over Cams navel.  Feel good?
Cam twisted her fingers in Blairs hair. She was so relaxed she could barely move, but every nerve was singing with
arousal.  Not even close.

That bad, huh? Blair stretched out along Cams uninjured side, resting her cheek in the center of Cams stomach. She
drew one leg up over Cams and nestled her sex against Cams calf.  If you promise to lie still, Ill see if I can make you
feel better.

Youre hot, Cam whispered, drawing strands of Blairs hair through her fingers.  I can feel how hot you are against my
leg.

I am, Blair said, smoothing a fingertip up and down the cleft between Cams thighs.  Im very hot. And wet. Thats
what happens when I touch you.
Cam groaned softly.  Seems the same thing happens to me.

Oh yeah?

See for yourself, Cam whispered, her fingers trembling as she caressed Blairs face.

I love this, Blair said.  I love you. Now dont move.
Cam closed her eyes as Blair softly, ever so softly, massaged her clitoris until she climaxed. Blair moaned quietly, her
mouth against Cams stomach, her legs shaking as she rubbed against Cams leg until she came.

I didnt know it was possible to come without moving a muscle, Cam murmured, the last tendrils of tension bleeding
away.  Jesus, I couldnt get up now if I had to.

Good, Blair said lazily, turning on her back so she could reach the lamp to turn it off. She found the sheet and pulled
it over them.  Because Im not letting you get up. Maybe not for a couple of days. She turned on her side again and
wrapped an arm around Cams middle.  Im so glad youre here.
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Cam stroked Blairs hair and held her tightly.  I need to be here. I need you.

Im here. Go to sleep now, darling.
Morning would come soon enough, and when it did, the hunt would begin again. But for now, Cam accepted the
peace that only Blair could bring her, and slept.
Chapter Fourteen
Thursday
Matheson smiled at the man who joined him on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. He was much younger, a
stocky redhead in neatly pressed work pants and a brown leather bomber jacket with an American flag patch stitched
onto the sleeve. They shook hands and moved off to one side of the rotunda as a maintenance worker began polishing
the stone floor with an electric buffer. The noise made conversation difficult, but it also provided excellent cover.

How are things at the new compound, Colonel? Matheson asked his freshly-promoted second-in-command.

The men have nearly finished the barracks, sir.

How is morale? Matheson had lost some of his best officers during the Special Ops raid on his compound in
Tennessee. Unfortunately, many of his ground troops were unseasoned volunteers who had never faced combat or
even given any thought to what a real battle might be like. Now he needed to rebuild his paramilitary force and relocate
his base, and some of the menmostly truck drivers and other blue-collar workerswere beginning to realize that they
werent just playing at being weekend soldiers. There was a war on. And war meant casualties.

We lost about twenty percent of our original force to desertion, in addition to those who were captured, the redhead
reported.  But were adding new men at twice the normal rate since 9/11. The patriots are rising across the nation in
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