Gabriel (The Wounded Sons Book 1)

by Leah Sharelle

  After we got the news of no pregnancy I had the implant injected into my arm. The main reason I chose that form of contraception was simply because we didn’t have to wait for it to kick in, and because I was somewhat forgetful at times, and remembering to take a pill every morning didn’t appeal to me.

  The torturous administrations to my pussy ceased when Gabriel moved his hand to his dick, I could feel him wrap his hand around the base and guiding it to my entrance.

  With my eyes still open and fixed on my man, I pushed my bottom back allowing his dick to breach my swollen lips, his hips flexed once, gently and slowly he penetrated the tightness of my walls, his full thick length inside me. I was still shockingly tight despite all the ways and the number of times Gabriel had taken me. Either he was unnaturally huge or I had the smallest vagina in history, whichever it was, each time felt like the first time.

  Holding himself still inside me, Gabriel continued to make love to my mouth. Sweeping his tongue languidly over mine, his lips consuming me in a potent assault. His large roughened hand was now splayed over my pubic mound with a light pressure keeping me where he needed me. On and on, he held me firm as his hips bucked with measured control, working me to what I knew was going to be an orgasm to end all orgasms.

  Flutters of desire danced in my lower belly, pools of need flowed through me and I swear into Gabriel as well. My natural instinct to move my hips was hard to fight, but this slow, silent dance Gabriel had set was too good to interrupt with my eagerness to feel his climax shoot into me. Prolonging the beautiful agony was what my man loved to do, just as much as he loved to do me.

  Not able to help or stop myself, I flexed my inner muscles around his dick and squeezed with all my strength, fighting the desperation to come. Groaning loudly against my mouth, Gabriel opened his jaw wider and took my lips in a bruising kiss, the only sign from him that he was losing the battle against his self-control.

  Wickedly realising my power over him, I squeezed again, adding one thrust of my bottom and that was all it took to break his concentration in his game of driving me to the brink of sexual insanity. With his hips moving faster, Gabriel tore his lips from mine, his face finding the softness of my neck.

  “Now!” he growled into my throat. One arm held my hips to him, while the other one tightened at my shoulder, his pelvis thrusting deeply into me, hitting that secret spot, I always had difficulty finding on my own. His dick swelled to epic proportions, almost hurting me as he shot jet after jet inside me. Stars exploded behind my eyes, a lightning bolt of pleasure rocketed in my core sending me over the edge. Gabriel’s growls and powerful climax my undoing.

  “Yes!” I cried out, gyrating my lower body, my pussy spasming as I came harder than I ever thought possible. Waves of aftershocks from the both of us jolted our bodies in unpracticed jerking movements, my pussy so sensitive so deliciously used I could have wept from the pure magic of the memory we’d just made together.

  No thought of what happened outside at the gates of the compound entered my head. All I had, all I wanted was right here.

  This moment with Gabriel, the single most memorable experience of my life.

  Time was looming for us to be apart.

  Gabriel’s unease for the last few days told me that. He tried to keep his sombre mood from me, but we were so in sync I was getting good at reading him. He had read me from the day we met, but he was a ninja after all.

  It was going to be hard to be alone, and heartbreaking to say good-bye to him.

  All I could do during those times would be to close my eyes and think of here and now and how much we loved each other.

  How perfect our love was!

  And how strong.

  We could survive anything. I already had survived insurmountable odds thrown at me in my life so I could be here.

  Gabriel was why I lived through my mother’s death and kicked cancer’s arse.

  I knew without a shadow of a doubt.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  GABRIEL

  “Captain Booth, the Brigadier said he needs to see you at 01100, Sir.”

  I looked around at the private delivering the message to me with what I hoped was a seriously pissed off scowl.

  “I need to check my emails then have a shower first. Just in case it escaped your attention private, my team and I have been on patrol in the fucking desert for ten days,” I informed him, using my ‘don’t fuck with me or I will rip your balls’ off voice.

  “Yes, Sir, sorry Captain.” He ducked his head but still stood in front of the door I needed to get into.

  Ten days of sweeping caves, holes in the ground everything right down to animal shelters and grass huts. Team FIVE went in and got the job done.

  A lot of the holes came up dry, meaning we found nothing, and didn’t need to engage any enemy. Some though, had us in heavy firefights, entering militant compounds that had so many entry and exit points the IRR teams worked around the clock going in and checking for IEDs and any other crude devices the insurgents made for less than a few dollars. All with the same end goal. To kill.

  This rotation we teamed up with some of our brothers-in-arms; Navy SEALS and the Aussie SASR and IRR teams. The Special Air Service Regiment, the Incident Response Regiment, my team and another commando team had spent most of the last six weeks fighting the enemy from the land and the sky.

  Our patrols were mixed, a combination of the IRR boys and some of the local police forces. They didn’t want the coalition forces in their country any more than we wanted to be there, but they knew to destroy the insurgent’s powerful hold; our presence was a necessary evil. Most of the officers had lost family members or knew of colleagues that had lost someone, and their fight to bring order and peace back to their country was palpable amongst the military personnel.

  Grill came up with his kit still on his back, sand covering his clothing. The grease paint on his face long gone with the heat and sand, and ten days on patrol.

  “Private move out of the bloody way, I want a shower and some real fucking food,” he growled, not giving a shit that our commanding major was not more than three metres away. Not that I could blame him, nor will I be pulling him up for his candour. I agreed with the shower, but in lieu of food I wanted my laptop, so I could read mail from home, from Devon.

  The radio or phone contact from here at Tarin Kowt was patchy at best, getting a landline out to Australia took the right time on the right day. Using the base’s main communication room for personal calls was a no go unless it was a medical emergency, and even then the hoops you had to jump through could do your head in.

  Use of email was the best, quickest and most secure way to communicate, and I fucking loved logging on, pulling up my inbox and seeing Devon’s mail waiting for me.

  I missed her so much I physically ached with it, we had only managed to successfully manage two skype sessions since I arrived here sixteen weeks ago. Both times had been interrupted by insurgents firing rockets and mortars at the base. They had been detected by the Counter Rocker and Mortar device and to be honest we had not been in any danger. The insurgents weren’t the best when it came to firing accurately, but being one of the commanding officers I had to debrief the brass of the attack. Now, all I wanted was her arms around me, her fingers sweeping through my short hair and fuck if I didn’t ache to be deep inside her pussy.

  This deployment to intercept enemy supply chains and infiltrate the facilitators in the IED factories was long and arduous, and how long we had to be here was anyone’s guess. However, it was essential to the combat forces on the ground here day in and day out, and any way I could make it a little safer meant sacrifices had to be made.

  I gave the private a proper salute, as it wasn’t his fault he just got us off the CH47 Chinook transports, affectionately known as elephants because the helicopters were enormous beasts of things, their firing power was nothing short of amazing. Still the bastards were loud and uncomfortable, and sometimes you couldn’t help feeling like a
sitting duck in one. The good thing was they were fast, could carry more than thirty soldiers at a time, and a fuck tonne of equipment for the operating bases in the area. They were also heavily armed, most of the insurgents radioed each group not to fire upon the aircraft simply because they had the capability of firing four thousand rounds a minute.

  Moving through the double doors that led into the barracks the Aussies used, I walked down the long hallway to the end where my room was located. I liked being at the end where the exit closest to the command room was just beyond the courtyard, and it’s where the soldiers worked out on the downtime. The closer I was to the action, the better I liked it, and the better I slept.

  I made it to my room, kicked the door closed, tossed my kit pack on the ground with a dusty thump, and went straight for my small desk and immediately booted up my computer. Once done, I rushed around the room, collected some clean clothes, a towel, and some toiletries then headed back out and down the hall to the bank of showers.

  Performing my cleansing duties in quick time, the water was lukewarm at best this time of the day, once the sun got going and fuelled up the solar water system I would have a proper longer shower. For now, getting most of the sand off my body would do.

  Hurriedly towelling off and dressing in fresh sweat pants and green commando tee, I rushed back to my room and my laptop.

  Scrolling around the screen with the mouse, I brought up my email and waited impatiently for it to load. My face breaking into a smile when three emails from Devon appeared in my inbox.

  December 1

  Hey Ninja Man,

  Golly, it is hot here! I can’t believe I am saying this, but I miss Queenscliff and the cool ocean breeze. It is just as well I love every single person here because I hate sweating. Now everything I just said is so inappropriate considering where you are at the moment, and baby, I am so sorry, but summer sucks balls!

  Work is going well, better than that actually. Doc is letting me do so much more than tracing old school tats. Now I am being asked to design some from my own ideas. One client let me go wild with one of my sketches, and Doc did an amazing job bringing my drawing to life on his skin. I had been over the moon until the douchebag smacked me on the arse and called me snookums. What a tosser! Doc grabbed him by the scruff, and I swear Gabriel, with one hand, threw the idiot out of the shop on his arse. Obviously, he tried to apologise, but Doc banned him for life.

  Other than that, nothing too exciting has happened, oh I forgot, I am taking pole dancing lessons from Rainn. My god, that woman has a knockout body! Can you believe she gave birth to twins? Okay, so it was a long while ago but hot damn she has curves where I would love them. You know, sometimes I think my boobs are too small. Maybe I should get implants, I have the money and it isn’t like I spend it on myself. The only problem I have is- what if one dislodges while you are holding it, you know when you palm them while I am on top and controlling my rhythm? I couldn’t handle the embarrassment, you know? Shiloh wants to dye my hair blonde, what are your thoughts on that? I told her I want to hold off until I hear from you. So, when you get a chance, say no, so I don’t end up looking like a Russian hooker, okay?

  I miss you, baby. Your dad said to keep my emotions under control in my emails and not to worry you. I don’t think I have worried you in this email or the other ones as yet, have I?

  Our bed isn’t the same; the smell on your pillow is fading, your tee I sleep in smells more like me than you now. I hate that.

  I better go now. I am driving some of the girls to a concert in Melbourne. Yes, you read correctly. I. Am. Driving. You should see me Gabriel, I am so good now, even trucks don’t worry me as much anymore. I don’t overtake them, and honestly, I do give them a wide berth at intersections, but I can drive alongside one without freaking out. You would be so proud of me, baby.

  Be safe, be alert, and kick some arse for Australia.

  Love you more than my own life,

  Pixie xoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

  December 4

  Good morning love of my life,

  I am writing this email early because I have a very full day ahead.

  First, I have to work my normal shift at Doc’s but we are closing early today because he said he has something to do. I am slightly intrigued because this is the third day in a row he has told me this. Hmmm, what do you think? Maybe I should try out my ninja skills and do some investigating. I have been watching some YouTube documentaries on commandos, and I have one thing to say to you Gabriel. ARE YOU NUTS!!!!!!!! The selection process is freaking crazy. And you deliberately applied???????

  I watched it in the main room because that TV is sooooooo cool. The screen is so big it is like being in a movie theatre. Anyhoo, I thought I was alone, and I was so engrossed I didn’t see your dad and some of the other guys sitting behind me near the bar watching along with me. They weren’t mad at me, in fact after the show they sat down and let me ask them heaps and heaps of questions. Just saying, they are nuts too.

  Oh, I haven’t told you about the rest of my day. So, after the tattoo shop I am going to work for Steel at the Bar and grill. Yep, I am learning to pull a beer. God help the drinking population, hey? Hahahahaha.

  You are never far from my thoughts and always in my heart. I can’t wait to have your arms wrapped around me; to feel your breath on my face. To feel your rough, yet gentle, hands on my breasts, travelling down my belly and to finally have your fingers inside me, those oh so talented fingers find my sweet spot every single time. I want your beautiful thick dick in my mouth, lathing it with my tongue. To drink your cum. I want YOU.

  Be safe, be alert, and kick some arse for Australia.

  I love you Gabriel, I need you to survive. You saved me baby always know that.

  Your Pixie xoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxooxox

  My hand gripped the mouse, the cursor hovered over the next email, but I couldn’t bring myself to close the email I just read. Devon’s stories and tales of home made me so homesick, but it was her private confessions, ones for me only that were causing the ripple in my heart. She couldn’t know how much I needed to hear those things. That she wore my shirt to bed, that she smelled my pillow. Hearing that, kept me going in this hell hole of a country.

  The dirty talk was another matter.

  Those few lines in every email, her innocent way of keeping our love fresh, even though I was thousands and thousands of kilometres away from her. Months of separation, she could have walked, said that she couldn’t handle my job. But she was at the compound, living life with my family. Making friends, trying new things, driving a car without fear. Okay, so I wasn’t overly happy with some prick smacking her on the arse, or the talk about changing her hair colour. And if she had any thoughts of messing with her perfect tits, my perfect tits, well, she had another thought coming.

  Scrolling down I clicked on her next email and opened it.

  December 9

  Hi honey bunch,

  I am sorry it has been a few too many days in between emails, but I have had a few bad days— nothing to worry about, just some stuff with dad and my brothers. Then I got a cold, how that happened in thirty-six-degree weather baffles me, but if it is possible, then I am the one that can manage it. Your mum insisted on taking me to the doctor, unfortunately we had to drive to Geelong to see my usual GP as I haven’t got one here yet. He sent me to my oncologist as a precaution only, so please don’t worry.

  I am worried you haven’t gotten my last three emails, but your dad said it is very common for your team to be away longer than the conventional army. So, I am going with that reassurance.

  So, my dad. What a crazy day that was, he came back to the compound, this time alone. Booth wouldn’t let him past the gate, and of course, dad called the police. I had to laugh when Jason was the one to turn up. Poor dad, I must admit I felt a little sorry for him. He has no idea how to be a father, but he did apologise for his behaviour and for the boys’ too. Then he asked for some money for Kyle. Can you
believe that? He didn’t like asking; I could tell that, so I took pity on him and wrote a cheque. Who writes cheques nowadays? I had to give Kyle one last hurrah, so I dated it for two weeks’ time. He can’t cash it until then, and yes, it may have been immature on my part, but he deserved it. Dad asked if he could visit again one day. I am not too sure where I will go concerning my relationship with him but…

  Can you send me another shirt please, unwashed if that is okay? I really am having trouble sleeping again and I think it is because I can’t smell you. Just shake out the sand before you post it babe, I lived my whole life around sand, and I definitely don’t miss it. I miss you every day, more and more. Wow, this deployment has given me a reality check. Not that I am complaining baby, just rambling as I do.

  Kiss me goodnight, whisper sweet nothings in my ear as I fall asleep and dream of you.

  Be safe, be alert, kick some arse for Australia.

  Love you to the moon and back Ninja Man,

  Pixie xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

  P.S... I burnt out the clutch in your Ranger. It wasn’t my fault… maybe it was but that hill was really steep!!!!!!

  By the time I finished reading, I had gone from excited to read Devon’s emails to worried as fuck that she was sick. Worried that her cancer had made an appearance because she had not told me exactly what was wrong with her, and concerned because she sounded like she was having nightmares again, asking for one of my shirts. Mentally, I noted not to wash the shirt I just brought back with me from patrol duty, I’d worn that one for five days straight and it definitely had my scent all over it.