Red Hot Steamy Romance Boxed Set: A Steamy Military Romance Series Collection

by Penelope Wylde

  He was already too close to her heart—she couldn’t risk him getting closer.

  But a few hours to feel the passion that burned between them? Would that be such a bad thing?

  Anticipation rolled off Dyson in waves. She was tempted to tease him a little, but with the way his heart pounded against her hand resting on his chest, she didn’t dare push him too far. Besides, she couldn’t lie with the proof of her desire for him already making them both sticky wet.

  Tomorrow morning she’d step back into the real world and face her problems head-on, but for the next few hours she was ready for whatever Dyson had in mind.

  She hoped her heart knew what it was doing. “You mentioned a bungalow close by?”

  Chapter Three

  Dyson mentally recapped the last few hours.

  A wedding, a drug lord, and a sexy Latina. Sounded like a start to a bad joke, but he wasn’t laughing. He’d seen the serious look in the deep set of Bautista’s eyes with his parting words. He’d seen that kind of predatory look a hundred times before and never wished to see it aimed at someone he cared about. When he was damned sure Shay was in the clear, he’d call his CO and get him to use his connections south of the border to warn the local PD. He’d hand off the problem and be done with it.

  He tucked his hard cock still wet with her juice back into his pants and led them up the beach a few hundred yards.

  “Close your eyes, precious.”

  “You really planned this out, didn’t you?” A hint of laughter colored Shay’s words.

  “What?” He couldn’t help but return the smile he saw on her oval-shaped face. Such a happy gesture marred only by the darkened circles, which he planned to erase slowly and with as much sex as he could fit into the short time he had with her.

  His Shay, if everything worked out as planned. He didn’t only want her for a short time, and seeing how vulnerable she’d been, prey to a man like Bautista, had sealed her fate. Dyson was going to fight for her.

  “Cocky and arrogant. How’d you know I’d come here with you instead of heading back?” She tried to peek around his shoulders. “Unless there’s someone el-” Her tone faded from amused to hurt.

  “You finish that sentence and I’ll bend you over for a spanking, precious, and make you wait for the rock-your-fucking-world orgasm I know you’re aching for.”

  His words sent a flush of light pink to taint her mocha skin, leaving her speechless in the process.

  Good. He didn’t need her to decide accepting his offer was a bad idea. He’d thought about getting her back in his bed since the moment she’d left it six months ago, and he’d be damned if anything would keep him from accomplishing his goal when he was so close.

  He grinned. “Now, be good and please close your eyes.” He worked in the please this time, reminding himself a suave Don Juan got more than the rougher Marine side of him.

  Dyson palmed her hand and led her up the three stairs that spilled into a full-fledged covered porch trailing the length of the spacious bungalow. Sun-warmed wood creaked under their weight. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Shay still had her eyes shut then opened the door.

  He escorted her into the living space, closed the door, then stepped up behind her. As tenderly as possible, he pushed her hair aside for a taste of her slender neck. “Open your eyes and tell me what do you think? There’s a hot tub on the other side of those doors.” He turned her toward the far wall where the deck wrapped around the side of the bungalow exposed by ceiling to floor windows, all the while trailing kisses along the soft slope of her shoulder. God, he could get lost in her taste. The feel of her body pressed against his.

  Fucking A. Every bone in his body ached for her. So much he’d almost lost control back on the beach when he’d found her so hot and wet for him.

  “It’s beautiful. The view, the seaside charm, and rustic feel. But most importantly, the company.” Her voice trailed off into a moan that fed directly into his heart.

  He still didn’t understand the pull she had on him. There were no rules of engagement written out on this mission, so he was going in with nothing to guide him but instinct. Hopefully, he knew what he was doing because one slip and Shay would cut the delicate strings connecting them.

  “Take your clothes off. I want to see your body before I lick and kiss every part of you.”

  ∞∞∞

  Shay slowly stepped out of Dyson’s arms to face him. That same seductive tone she was powerless to resist washed over her rich and dark, leaving her heart thundering in her ears. Hot liquid pooled to wet the thin strip of her panties.

  “Like this?” She slid the buttons of her top out of their hold again and slipped the material first off one shoulder then the next before losing the material altogether.

  She cupped her breasts, letting her nipples slip between her fingers. A groan rumbled deep within Dyson’s chest, giving her the courage to continue.

  “Let me see them.” He moved into her space to peel her hands away. If he kept looking at her with such fervor, she’d be lost.

  “God, I’ve missed you. I’ve dreamed about having you again. Just like this.”

  “You’ve dreamed of me, Dyson?” His gaze simmered with a stronger passion than she’d seen before from him and she melted into his touch, surprised by the tingle of electricity that zapped her when she pressed skin on skin.

  She peered up, momentarily mesmerized by the full force of the fire that lit his eyes. The blaze burned hotter with each encounter, pulling her closer to the warmth he offered.

  “You know I have, precious. The proof is right here.” He guided her hand to stroke the thick ridge of his massive cock and she ran her hand from the tip to the base through his pants.

  Long, thick and impressive in every way.

  Though this was hardly their first time, she couldn’t help the small blush heating her cheeks.

  With his forefingers and thumb, Dyson pinched both her nipples, forcing a moan from her. “I’m going to suck those delicate berries into my mouth and make you cum for me. But first, I want to see the rest of you. Come on, precious, give me what I want.”

  He skimmed his fingers along her sensitive sides then worked his way toward the front clasp of her skirt. Shudders of anticipation raked through her. With the slightest touch, he had her wanting more than she could ever have. A family. A man to love her body and soul each night and as she woke each morning.

  But this was just sex between a couple of friends. She had to stop all the fanciful thoughts and stomp out the embers that wanted to spark, raging fires within her. Uncontrolled emotions constantly edging her closer to him were dangerous when left unattended.

  With a flick, he released the final barrier between them and her skirt crumbled around her legs on the floor of their cabana.

  “Baby, I need you. We’re both in danger of me combusting right now if I don’t get you wrapped around my length soon.”

  Dios, he was going to be the death of her. She shouldn’t be here, but he looked at her with such intensity, as if she was his sole reason for breathing, and there was no way she could resist his allure much longer.

  Could what they have become something deeper than what they shared now? Standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of white lace panties, she moved to slip those off, but he stilled her with a light touch to her hands.

  “Let the pleasure be all mine.” With a feathery caress, he brushed his fingers up the length of her legs before finding the lacy edge. He peeled the drenched silk from her bare pussy lips and eased the fabric past her knees.

  “If I have my way, you won’t need these any time soon.” Dyson slid them the rest of the way off and held them up. “These aren’t panties you wear just anywhere. Were you hoping you were gonna get fucked, precious?”

  Her mouth fell open. Not only at his somewhat prophetic guess, but also at what he did next. Forgoing answering the first she questioned the latter. “What are you doing?”

  She watched, amused, a
s he bunched up her wet panties and put them in his pocket. “A little guarantee you don’t try to put them back on while you’re with me.”

  “I wouldn’t dare if you’re good to me.”

  He gathered her ass cheeks in both hands and buried his face in the V of her legs. “I think I need to remind you just how good I am.”

  With a loud gasp, Shay rocked her head back when his finger stroked her back entrance as he swirled languid circles around her aroused clit with the tip of his tongue. The double dose of pleasure eased her out of all the noise of real life and settled her close to that fantasy she liked to hide away in when night fell and it was only her and her imagination.

  Now that she had the real Dyson between her legs eating her pussy, she whimpered for more when he pulled away.

  “Mmm,” he groaned. “Delicious honey. Wet and mine. You know I get what I want, Shay.”

  Not even a fraction of doubt marked his words.

  If she were in her right mind that should scare her.

  Tonight, as the sun dipped behind the water’s edge and evening rolled in, all she could feel was the sweet agonizing thrill of anticipation as he worked her body with his strong capable hands and mouth. And now she trembled beneath his masterful touch.

  She fisted the thick strands of his hair, desperate for more of Dyson on her.

  Eating, licking, and fucking her until every last doubt quieted leaving nothing behind but pure bliss.

  Her body responded with the same bone-deep shudder he always provoked, leaving her breathy, desperate to reach the pinnacle of pleasure.

  “Put your foot on my shoulder and lean back against the bed. Open yourself to me, precious and let me pleasure your sweet body.”

  With a tight grip on her hips he caresses every ample curve and groaned, his dark gaze finding hers.

  From where he knelt between her legs he shifted his body closer, parting her legs with his massive shoulders.

  Shivers worked up her body at the deep rumbling command. Wearing a smirk like it’s sexy lingerie, she does as ordered and reclined back on her elbows. Peering between her legs, she gasped sharply from the feel of his rough finger dragging through her juices.

  Light stubble from his chin rubbed against her inner thighs as he replaced his finger with his tongue and fucked her hole with the tip.

  The delicious burn of the stubble countered by everything else he did added to the sinful feel of him between her legs. He slid his hand up her thigh, over her trembling stomach and rolled her pink, hard nipple. Electric shocks splintered through her body and settled in her core with a growing heat that made her wetter.

  Pulse after pulse of pleasure shot to her clit the faster he tongue-fucked her pussy. “Dyson, please, oh, please, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I need you. Make me cum for you.” Her back arched off the bed and she dug her heels into his strong, broad shoulders. Fire consumed her from head to toe in a way she’d never felt before. He wrapped his lips around her swollen nub, and with a single tug pushed her deeper into the chaos of her desires.

  She buried her fingers into the soft cotton sheets, unable to hold back the cry of pleasure that slipped past her lips. Ahí, que rico. So good.

  Spasms rocked her whole body. She palmed the heavy weight of her breasts and squeezed, tugging at her nipples, delivering another shock of pleasure straight to her core.

  “God, you are so fucking delicious, precious.”

  Dyson eased up her body, his hard muscles pressed against her overheated skin. He left a sticky wet trail as his heavy cock dragged up her thigh.

  Pressed between her thighs, his thick shaft settled between her swollen pink lips and she nearly came when the fat head of his cock nudged her aching clit.

  “You’re such a big tease,” she managed to say around a shudder.

  But he didn’t answer when she shimmied her hips.

  Or at least not in the way she thought he would.

  Smiling he leaned forward and rested his weight on his elbows by her head.

  Strong hands cupped her breasts and heat pools between her legs when the movement forced the tip of his dick to press against her clit.

  The torture doesn’t stop there. He leans down and sucks the hard tip of her nipple between his lips as he works the tender flesh in his hand before moving to the next.

  He pulled back and released her nipple with a delicious, juicy pop. He leaned in and raked his teeth across the top of her breasts, rocking his hips in a slow agonizing rhythm that dragged his cock running through her hot honey, but not entering her.

  “Please, Dyson,” she whispered. Begging was not beneath her at this point.

  She could smell her own desire coating his lips and she wet her lips, wanting her own taste. With a breathtaking pull, another wave of ecstasy launched an assault against her sensitive body. Lust swirled in her belly. Her breath caught with each grind of his rock-hard dick against her center.

  “My turn to taste you.”

  Her gaze followed him as he climbed off the bed and her breath caught in her throat from the sight of his beautiful body. Chiseled abs and thick muscles rippled with each movement had her thirst for a long, deep drink of her tall Marine deepened.

  “Will you strip and let me taste, Dyson?” She’d always been confident in her sexuality, but with him she felt different. He stirred the submissive side like no one before him, leaving her a bit vulnerable. Something she never handled well.

  There was that intense look again. He raked his dark gaze across her body with appreciation before landing on hers. Gazes locked, he slipped off his pants and tossed them aside. His heavy cock bounced against his abdomen, and he palmed the hardened staff and stroked from base to tip.

  Once.

  Twice.

  She slipped a hand between her legs and stroked the soft pad of her finger over her entrance as he looked on.

  “Fuck, baby, that’s hot and sexy. Make your pussy wetter for me. Watch me stroke my big cock and let me see you slip a finger into that tight, slick pussy.”

  She whimpered and arched when she used first one finger then two to release pent-up need building in her aching, soaked pussy.

  “Feel how ready you are for me, baby. All that sticky, sweet honey is for me and only me.”

  He tightened his grip and squeezed the head. Drops of pre-cum slipped from the tip of his cock. The erotic sight had her mouth watering for a taste and she licked her lips.

  Dyson walked to the side of the bed and she turned her head to the side. All those contours, dips and rippling muscles were hers and he was making damn sure she knew it.

  “You want to taste me?”

  “Yes, I want to feel you in my mouth and then between my legs,” she answered in a soft pitch. His hard length is an inch from her mouth and she swallows.

  With a tight grip on his cock he guided his hard shaft to her lips and coated them with his hot seed leaving her lips sticky with his cum.

  “Now open for me, precious.” His low, husky whisper dragged over her senses like a lover’s touch.

  His touch.

  Gazing up his hard body, she parted her lips for him. The second his salty sweetness hit her tongue she groaned, greedy for more.

  “Taste me, that’s it lick it clean.”

  She dragged her tongue over the ridge of the head and he growled as he sank into her hot, waiting mouth until the fat head of his steel length hit the back of her throat.

  She moaned, loving the feeling of his powerful hand guiding her mouth over his cock.

  Ahí por Dios, her desires rode her hard no matter how much she tried to deny them. Her body craved his touch like an addict craved her next hit.

  More cum dripped into her mouth and she hollowed her cheeks, sucking another taste, and he hissed.

  Dyson eased his swollen, throbbing cock from her mouth and climbed between her legs, spreading her wide. Strong, powerful hands held her thighs open and effectively pin her to the bed.

  Her heart thundered right a
long with her need to cum and the tremors working through her muscles pushed her closer to the edge of finding her release.

  She reached between her legs again, but a strong grip tightened around her wrist before a tender kiss was placed on the inside right over her pulse.

  “Only I get to make you cum, baby, and when I do—”

  “—I’m on the pill,” she blurted quickly. Why? What he wanted, she had to admit, sounded like a dream and the desire to finally feel his hot sperm coating her walls made her wetter and hornier. They’d always used protection and birth control.

  “When you cum, Shay, I’m going to join you and this time you’re going to get my hot seed into that tight pussy and we’ll watch it drip out and coat these beautiful, creamy thighs.”

  Her eyes widened at the filthy dirtiness of his words. Or is it from the seriousness she saw in his eyes? Both?

  The truth was evident. He wanted this. Her. Her gaze danced between his.

  “Yes.” And that simplified the hell out of the tangled web of thoughts that bombarded her mind at the moment. Easy answers were good, but this was life changing. And since when was anything ever so black and white?

  His nostrils flared and the hunger in his eyes made her feel like he’s the wolf and she’s in a red cape in this scenario.

  He pushes two fingers into her wet cunt and finds her G-Spot.

  Her eyes fall to half-mast and her toes curl into the comforter. “Dyson, God yes. There. Right there.”

  He pulled his fingers free and she watched as he licked her girl cum off his fingers holding her gaze.

  Finished with his meal he leaned over her, resting his elbows by her ears.

  “We’ll figure all this shit out, but we need this. You and me. Everything else will fall into place. Trust me, precious.”

  She cupped his face and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them together.

  She did. That was easy he was only ever there to help her the few times she did reach out. But it was always small things. After tonight, well, that wasn’t small.