Landing Eagle

by Harley Stone

  Contents

  COVER PAGE

  COPYRIGHT

  DEDICATION

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  EPILOGUE

  TAP'D OUT SNEAK PEEK

  THANK YOU!

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Published by Harley Stone

  Copyright ©2018 – Harley Stone

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  Published in the United States

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  Dedicated to:

  The squad from the 1st Platoon, Lima Company 3rd Battalion, 25th Marines, who were killed when their AAV struck an IED in 2005. May the memories of you as sons, daughters, lovers, parents, and Marines live on forever. Rest in peace.

  Semper fi.

  Eagle

  Six Years Ago

  MY WATCH ALARM went off at four a.m., pulling me from sensual dreams charged by last night’s activities and the smell of sex still lingering in the air. The warm, lush body beside me stirred, begging for my attention. I didn’t have much time to dress and get my ass to work, but I never could resist the pull of the woman at my side. We’d been dating for about six months, and I still hadn’t gotten my fill of her. I was beginning to think I never would.

  Rising up on an elbow, I took a beat to look her over, marveling at her perfection for the millionth time. Silky dark curls that I loved to run my fingers through splayed out over the soft curve of her tan shoulders. A spattering of freckles covered cheeks that were often reddened from sun or passion, but rarely from embarrassment since she could hold her own in any crowd. Soft, plump lips that quickly and effortlessly alternated between smirking, swearing, and shouting orders, but looked especially incredible wrapped around my swollen cock.

  Fierce, loyal, smart, funny, with curves that made men do stupid shit like wage war or even worse… settle down, she was the whole package and the wrapping.

  She was my Helen of Troy.

  I’d bring down the fucking world for her.

  But I wouldn’t have to, because she was entirely capable of collapsing it herself should she so desire.

  The top of her breasts peaked out from the blanket, begging for my attention. Hooking a finger in the coarse material, I inched it down to reveal her perfect round tits and narrow waistline. Her body was my wonderland, and I could spend hours kissing every freckle, licking every inch, tasting every curve.

  Unfortunately, we never seemed to have hours.

  Heavenly body paired with a sharp mind and an admirable sense of duty, Jeanette Lawson had my respect from day one. It took me more than a year to convince her to tumble into my bed, and I’ve been done for ever since. Insisting that her presence fulfilled all my wishes while her body covered my fantasies, she wasn’t Jeanette to me. She was my Genie.

  But she was more than some mythical being. She was my future.

  When I looked at her, I heard wedding bells and saw children and a house with a white picket fence. We were both twenty-five, educated, trained, and had our whole lives ahead of us. Lives that would be intertwined, because she was it for me.

  Careful not to wake her, I tugged the blanket back up to her neck and kissed the small promise ring on her finger. It wasn’t an engagement ring yet, because there was no way in hell I’d ask her to marry me until I could do it right. My Genie was an officer, the strongest, most intelligent, most independent woman I’d ever met, but I was old fashioned. So, in two months, when our tour ended, I’d fly to Virginia, meet her parents, and ask for their blessing the right way. Then I’d plunder my savings to buy her a giant rock and make this thing between us final.

  I had it all planned out, and I couldn’t fucking wait until she had my last name. Jeanette Archer had one hell of a nice ring to it.

  I’d lingered too long admiring her, and was running out of time. Dressing quickly, I brushed a kiss against her forehead and whispered, “I love you, Genie.”

  She stirred. “Mmhm Backacha.” A smile brightened her face and intelligent green eyes peered up at me as she stretched, tugging down the blankets to give me another tempting peep at her tits. Man, what I wouldn’t give for more time with those luscious mounds. “Leaving so soon?”

  God, that smile. So devilish. So promising. It never ceased to get a rise out of my cock. I wanted nothing more than to climb back into her bed and take her up on every dark promise it made. But duty called.

  Duty always tugged us apart.

  “Yep. I have an early morning watching your fine ass traipse all over this God-forsaken desert.”

  Our small platoon was operating out of Ubaydi, near Al-Qa'im, Iraq, but we didn’t have the numbers to set up a permanent garrison. It didn’t matter, because our orders only had us squatting there long enough to disrupt the local insurgents who were running weapons to the guerrilla fighters controlling the surrounding villages.

  Two months and we’d be home.

  As a scout sniper, my job was to go out early and provide cover while our Assault Amphibious Vehicles (AAVs) swept the area for hostiles. As a Lieutenant Colonel, Genie led those sweeps.

  “I’ll be sure to put on a show,” she said with a seductive smile.

  “I don’t give a fuck about a show, just be sure you’re careful out there.”

  She arched her back, pulling up far enough for her lips to land on mine. “You know I will be.”

  Yes, I did. She was an outstanding officer who cared about every single Marine under her command. She’d do everything in her power to get them home safely. That was one of the things I loved most about her.

  “Besides, with you watching my six, I know I’m covered.” She gave me another devilish grin before swinging her legs over the side of the bed and grabbing the front of my shirt to tug me closer. We came together in a passionate kiss that made my entire body ache for more. Releasing me, she said, “I love you too, Eagle.”

  With one last kiss, I was out the door. I joined my team and we headed to our first post.

  Three hours later, I was watching Genie’s AAV through the scope of my rifle when fire burst from the ground, engulfing the vehicle in flame and smoke. The ground shook with the explosion. The open vehicle flipped. Stunned, I gawked as bodies were flung. Heart in my throat, I sprang to my feet.

  I needed to get to her.

  I had to save her. She was everything and I’d die without her.

  It was too late.

  There were no survivors.

  Eagle


  Two Years Ago

  THE COPPER PENNY Bar and Grill was always rife with willing pussy, and tonight was no exception. Obviously owned by the Dead Presidents MC, with our logo on the front of the building and a long line of motorcycles parked out front, the only women who dared entered were either ol’ ladies looking for their men, or unattached women looking to spread their legs for a military veteran turned biker.

  Our club had a reputation with the ladies, and adventurous broads across Seattle made it their goal to see if that rep held true. They wanted dominating men who weren’t afraid to hold them down and fuck them, a desire I was all too willing to accommodate. There weren’t many things that made me feel alive anymore, but sex, at least, reminded me that I still had a pulse.

  Besides, sometimes when I was fucking, I could close my eyes and remember what it was like to have Genie beneath me.

  The Dead Presidents hadn’t patched me in as a member yet, but after two months as a prospect, I’d learned the ropes and had gotten to know most of the brothers. Luckily, the broads in this joint didn’t give two shits about which patches I had on my cut, as long as I donned that leather vest they all seemed to lose their minds over. And the fact that I was still new meat, only increased my demand.

  Chicks were always willing to warm my bed. The trick, was getting them out of it after I was done.

  As I rounded the corner of the bar, a blonde and a brunette sitting at a side booth caught my eye with finger waves and suggestive smiles. I was about to head over and see if I could strum up a threesome when two brothers pushed past me and joined the duo. The blonde cast me a disappointed look and I was tempted to walk over there and make shit awkward, but the last thing I needed was to piss off brothers before patching in. I was tired of doing grunt work and had no desire to be a prospect any longer than necessary.

  Besides, like I said, the bar was full of willing pussy. I’d find more.

  A curvy little brunette was sitting at the bar, watching me from beneath her eyelashes. She gave me a welcoming smile and patted the bar stool next to her. I took her up on the offer, checking her out as I approached. Medium brown hair, dark eyes, lips a little too thin for my liking, but she had one hell of a nice rack. The kind of plump, round tits I loved to fuck. Tits had always been my weakness.

  “Hey, Eagle, the usual?” the bartender, another club prospect who went by the name of Brass, asked. Brass had gotten his road name from the brass knuckles he always carried. I’d never been a fan of the weapon or the man—only pussies needed to enhance their punches—but as a sniper, I couldn’t say shit. I’d spent the past ten years taking out marks who never even knew I existed. Lots of people would consider that cowardly as hell.

  I’d saved a lot of lives as a sniper, but not the one that mattered most.

  “Yep. Thanks, Brass,” I replied.

  “Eagle, huh?” the brunette asked, her gaze taking in my tats, lingering on my arms. “You’re one of the new guys. I’ve heard about you.” Her smile was suggestive, indicating that she liked what she’d heard.

  I shrugged. “Don’t go believing everything you hear, babe.” She did have a nice rack, and wearing a low-cut v-neck, she clearly wanted people to look. I got an eyeful before returning her smile. Brass served me a Jack Daniels, neat. I tossed it back and ordered another before returning my attention to the broad. “What’d you hear about me, anyway?”

  “That you’re hung like a horse, you fuck like a wild animal, and…” she hesitated, taking a sip of her drink before continuing, “You’re an asshole.”

  She probably expected me to deny it, but instead, I gave her another shrug. “On second thought, believe everything. That shit’s all true.”

  “Good to know,” she said with a nod. She didn’t believe it. They never did. The more honest I was, the more they thought they could fix me or harness me or whatever. Like one taste of their pussy would have me tumbling head over heels in love. But that shit wasn’t possible since my heart never came home from Iraq. There was nothing left for these bitches but my body.

  “I’m Mindy,” the brunette said, chewing on her straw while she watched me. “You wanna get out of here?” She leaned closer, rubbing her leg against mine. “Maybe go next door?”

  Most members and prospects had rooms next door in the renovated old fire station that served as the club’s headquarters. The fact Mindy knew this told me this wasn’t her first rodeo, and I wasn’t her first bull. No doubt she’d saddled up and ridden her fair share of my brothers. Good. I wasn’t looking for some innocent virgin who’d get the wrong idea and expect to be more than just a fuck.

  Brass set my second drink down. I gave him a nod and tossed it back before pushing away from the bar and offering Mindy my hand. She gulped down the last of her fruity, sweet-smelling drink and elbowed the redhead on the bar stool beside her. The redhead was making out with another prospect named Wasp. As they pulled apart, he gave me a chin lift.

  “Hey, Eagle.” Wasp’s gaze drifted to Mindy and the corner of his mouth tugged up in a smirk. “Have fun.”

  Wasp was a good guy, and one hell of a mechanic, but he didn’t take anything but bikes seriously. He was all smiles and jokes all the damn time. Well, when he didn’t have his tongue down some broad’s throat. I eyed the redhead he still had his arm wrapped around as she rubbed against him. Looked like I wasn’t the only one who’d be heading for the fire station soon. “Thanks brother, you too.”

  The girls finished talking, and Mindy slid her small hand in mine and hopped down from the barstool. She had to be maybe five-three, a full foot shorter than me. Probably wouldn’t be able to kneel when she sucked my cock; she’d have to sit on the bed. That was the thought running through my mind as I led her next door.

  As usual, a handful of brothers were hanging out in the common area, shooting pool and playing darts. A dark-haired club whore by the name of Kim was working on Sage, the club’s counselor, by the fire pole. As we approached, Kim unzipped Sage’s jeans and pulled out his dick, palming it before she slipped it past her lips.

  “She’s such a slut,” Mindy muttered, sounding disgusted.

  There was something else in Mindy’s eyes, though. Jealousy? Arousal? Determined to ferret it out, I replied, “Maybe, but she can suck cock like a fuckin’ pro.”

  Kim deep throated Sage, gagging as she grabbed the backs of his thighs and forced him deeper. She pulled back, then did it again. The sight was hot as fuck, making my own cock spring to life. I tugged Mindy’s hand and came to a stop, settling her in front of me so we could both watch as I palmed her tits. She didn’t pull away.

  Sage’s hand settled on the back of Kim’s head. Holding her where he wanted her, he thrust into her mouth. Several of the guys had gathered around and were watching now, and it looked like Kim would have a busy night. The club whores usually did. As our counselor, Sage claimed that sex was a critical part of recovery, helping fucked-up old servicemen find some measure of peace and release, if only for a little while. I didn’t know if I bought into that whole sexual healing shit, but while most of my brothers used sex to forget, I used it to remember.

  “I’m better at sucking dick than she is,” Mindy said, leaning into my kneading hands. Her voice was deeper now, and her nipples pebbled against my hands. Felt like she wasn’t even wearing a bra.

  “Oh yeah?” I asked, looking down at her. Those razor thin lips wouldn’t be nearly as pretty as Kim’s stretched around my cock, but they’d do. Especially if she knew how to work her tongue.

  “Yes,” Mindy replied. “Way better.”

  I gave her tits another squeeze. “Prove it.”

  She looked around, taking in the guys watching Kim. I could tell the idea was turning her on, making her wet. Not only was she competitive, but she also had a kinky side. I could help her explore that. “Here?” she asked.

  “You sound like you have something to prove, babe. I’m just giving you the platform if you want it. Suck me off here, or up in the room, I don�
��t care which. But down here, you can show us all how much better you are than Kim.” I rubbed my erection along her ass, letting her know how much the idea turned me on. “And I think you’ll get off on my brothers watching you, wishing their cocks were in your mouth. In your pussy.”

  Her breath hitched. She was thinking about it.

  “You like that idea, don’t you? You want them all to want you.”

  I didn’t think she was going to do it, but Mindy surprised me when she turned and dropped to her knees, unbuckling my jeans and setting my cock free. Lining me up in front of her mouth, I realized I’d been wrong. The shorty could suck me off while on her knees. She gave me head right there in the common room, taking me into her mouth and putting on a show for my brothers. She moaned loudly and played with my balls like my package was the most amazing thing she’d ever had in her mouth.

  There was no way she could deep throat me, but she gave it the old college try, and although she wasn’t as skilled as Kim, my dick didn’t complain. I fucked her mouth as my brothers watched, giving us all a healthy dose of that sexual therapy Sage insisted we needed. I let her take me to the edge of release before I pulled her to her feet and led her upstairs. Stripping her bare, I fucked her big tits to get my sensitivity under control, and then I turned her ass over and had her grip the headboard as I plowed into her from behind.

  Just like every time I fucked, I closed my eyes and tried to slip into the past. Tried to imagine a different body under me, one with silky dark curls, a spattering of freckles, soft plump lips, intelligent green eyes. The memories evaded me, swirling around in my head like dust motes, refusing to form anything solid. Desperate, I tried to conjure up Genie’s smile.

  Nothing solidified.

  Memories of her used to torment me, but over the past several months those memories had been harder and harder grasp. Now I realized that true torment came not from remembering, but from forgetting.

  It had only been four years. How could I forget the woman I loved? The woman I’d planned to marry.