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“I…I don’t, fuck ‘Lias.I can’t.”
“Yes you can.”I pull her down.
Guiding her, she’s resistant at first but falls into the rhythm of thrusting her hips back and forth.She’s awkward, but finds a pattern that works and by God it’s working for me, too.
I know she’s not nearly as experienced as I am but I don’t give a damn, she can learn.That, and I want her to find power in fucking me instead—she wars for control in every other aspect of her life, but this right here?She can own this; she can own me.
“F… fuck.Faster.”
Digging my fingers into her hips, she picks up speed, riding me like she’s done it a hundred times and loves this as much as I do.When her legs begin to shake and her pace fades, my arm binds around her lower back, holding her close as I sit up.Lifting from the chair, we spin around and I lay her down on the cushion and take over.
Finding the back of her knees, I push them to her shoulders to expose every fucking inch of her.My legs practically buckle at the sight of her cunt stretched around and soaking me.There’s no holding back now, not when she looks the way she does—half fucked out and half lucid.
Sadie jolts with every brutal snap of my hips.Panting and cussing through the rough treatment, but the occasional moan undermines her lies.Releasing a leg, my thumb finds her swollen clit and strokes in time with my thrusts—I need her to come with me because I’m about to lose my fucking mind buried in her.
Writhing more, she tightens in fluttering pulses—telling me everything I need to know.Doubling my efforts, my thumb focused, I tilt my thrusts higher to graze over her sweet spot.Consumed by this woman, I lean over and capture her lips in another kiss.Tasting our shared desperation.
“Come, Sunshine.Give it to me.”
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
At the precipice, her body locks up right as she clamps down around my cock, and a scream pours out of her parted mouth.Goddamnit!I…fuck I want to fill her up, but no…not this time.Forcing myself to pull away from her, she cries at the emptiness.
Jerking my cock a few times, cum erupts from the tip and coats the smooth skin of her stomach as my moans join hers.
Chapter fifteen
‘Lias
Rainhitsthewindowsstretching along the far end of her bedroom.Some of the droplets are harsh, sending muted ticks into the stillness.Low rolls of thunder follow the far-off flashes of early summer lightning that sparkle through trickles creeping down the glass panes.Somewhere between her soft sighs and the rain hitting the window, I’ve found nirvana—or something awfully close to it.Nothing exists outside of the bubble I’ve built around us, nor do her riders seem to be screaming in her pretty head while she rests plastered to my right side.
I’m posted between her and the door that leads into the rest of her place.Old habits die hard.The constant vigilance reaches the bone; not a terrible thing since Sadie has little to none.Suppose she gets a pass, living with voices inside of her that pull her in a hundred different directions.I’m sure it’s exhausting without having to maintain her surroundings.
Desert Shield was my first go at war.I can still smell the scorched earth, over-poured fuel, and odd films left on the side of the heavy-duty cargo transports and utility vehicles.The grit of sand blasted my face the second my boots hit the ground; can’t forget how fucking loud everything was either: commanding officers shouting, the cadence of obedient soldiers, rolling tracks of tanks, and artillery popping in harsh bursts near the training zone.A sensory overload.
Basic and MOS training is a crash course in what to expect at war.You don’t get your wheels or wings—whatever branch you belong to—until you’ve spent six months to a year in a hell hole.You have to follow every shitty order given to you while wondering if you’ll make it back to your family.
My first OP was a disaster.Two teams attempted to infiltrate an enemy bunker barricaded and buried in the unsteady terrain.We lost men due to missed trip-wire mines—damn things ripped the teams apart.Before my contract came to an end, many years later, one of the survivors had just been promoted to Colonel and was making waves.He wanted to build a SpecOps team so classified, photos of them are forbidden—no small black boxes over their faces, complete anonymity.
I imagine the strain from having multiple things trying to operate Sadie’s body is a lot like that, or the scrambling of a team that’s been blown to pieces.Then forced to put aside fear and pain to select a new leader to make it home alive?I can’t imagine.
That’s the only way I can conceptualize what Sadie goes through, and right now, the way she’s melting against my side and managing to rest is her version of mandatory medical leave.
Leave first, R&R later.Lord willing.
A stronger crack of lightning makes Sadie jerk.Instinctively I tighten my arm around her as her panicked breaths spill faster over my naked chest, tickling a few of the hairs sprouting on my sternum and pectorals.
En route to her room, sweat slicked and trembling, I laid her down and finished stripping.My dress shirt and pants are meticulously folded and sit on the cushion of her reading chair near the window.It’s where I like to sit and watch her on the nights I sneak in and her demons are drugged so heavily she’s completely oblivious.The table beside it has my glasses, watch, phone, keys, wallet, and my belt tightly coiled while my shoes rest on the plush carpet underneath.
Beneath the sheet with her, I’m in nothing but my boxers, basking with her soft skin under the rough pads of my fingertips.I refuse to stop myself from caressing them up and down her back, occasionally creeping over each rib bone—careful not to disturb her.Before all is said and done, I’ll know every square inch of this woman like the back of my hand.Solely because I want to know more about her than myself.
I need to ingrain myself so deep into Sadie that I can see her falling apart before she feels it coming—my intuition tethered to her in such a way she seeks me out, to help her survive the darkness.I’ve never allowed myself to let someone consume me the way she has, but I’m terrified of letting her go—like her, I crave her light despite how destructive it is.
Sluggishly she shifts, a hooked leg slides up the front of mine while her head tilts back to my bicep, giving me a better view of her lovely face.Her lips part for sleep-even breaths as I stare.It’s painful how beautiful Sadie is.
I’ve not given her much choice, implanted myself into her life like I’ve belonged to her all along.But let’s be serious, walking away from her wasn’t ever an option.Now that she’s asleep in my arms, looking more peaceful than she has in years, leaving would be the dumbest thing I could do.
Reaching over, my thumb brushes over one of her pale eyebrows, shaped to perfection without being thin or over plucked.Even her lashes are the same light shade, fanning under her closed eyes with smudged makeup that was once thin wings as sharp as my MKC blade.
