by Brynn Hale
My hands drop to her waist and I stroke up and down those sexy as shit hips. They jut out is like a Grecian vase, slender up top and then bubble down below. She nips at my lips and my fingers dig into her waist. My hands wander, exploring her neck, her shoulders, her arms, around her back, down to her ass. I fill my hands with the soft muscles and give a squeeze, eliciting the perfect combination of a whimper and groan from her.
My senses flood with awareness of her. It’s Neveah. Her scent—deep and salty like the oceans. Her taste—sweet but spicy, like jalapeño candy. Her body—soft and womanly. The thoughts bombard me and I don’t realize how close to being out of breath I am.
I pull my mouth off hers, and skim along her jawline, feeling the pulse of her body racing.
“Bedroom?” I ask against her collarbone.
“Yes…”
I bend my knees and start to lift her, but she pushes away.
“Not with that injury.”
“I can—”
“No.” Her hand brushes down my face. “You can another day. I promise.”
My heart soars. There will be another day with her. It’s everything I’ve wanted to hear.
As soon as we’re inside the room, my hands are all over her. My lips are worshipping every inch of that beautiful, dark skin. Her lips press against mine and she plunges her tongue into my mouth, exploring and taking us deeper into the moment. Every atom of my body screams with the need to have more and feel more.
My hands slide up from those bountiful hips, along her ribs, and then rounding to her chest, her double ds were always the attention of men and I gave them the glare to back the fuck off.
I still as the truth rolls over me. My love was always there, but I failed my parents’ expectations. I was too afraid to fail when it came to her.
“Kyler?”
“This is everything to me.”
Her hands clasp my face softly. “I know. I feel the gravity and I can’t stop the pull any more, honey. I want you.”
My thumbs thrum over her peaked nipples and she throws her head back.
Desire, pure and animal, ricochets through my veins.
“That feels…fucking awesome,” her voice is a murmur as she continually whimpers and moans her happiness.
In a flurry of action, I lift her dress, while she unbuttons and slips my shirt down my arms. And then she works my pants down and she steps back, crossing her arms and taking it all in.
“My, my, how you’ve grown up.”
I graze her body with my hungry eyes. Dinner was good, but this will satiate my real appetite.
Her fingers search the solid ridges of my abs, and trail down, down my stomach, until she’s brushing over my cock while he’s hidden behind a layer of boxers.
Her hand slips inside of my boxers and warmth surrounds my cock.
I tense for a second, then move my hips to fully guide my cock into her grasp. I let her rock her hand until I feel the tension in my thighs and then I step back, shuddering and missing the feeling.
This feeling and her…it’s what I’ve been missing all along.
Neveah
His eyes are dark, his expression serious. He cups my neck and the other hand supports my back as guides me toward the bed and then lowers me down. Kneeling over me, he clicks the front clasp of my bra and my breasts fall free from the silk.
Thumbs stroke over my nipples before his mouth lowers to one, torturing me in the best way and then he turns to the other side to do the same.
My pussy contracts and my clit pulses with a natural energy. My skin scintillates as Kyler’s fingers brush over my stomach and down father. A pulse begins at my toes, building, growing, and flooding my body. It’s clear when he touches my pussy, I’m going to be a quivering heap of woman.
His eyes haze with desire for me and in all the times I fantasized about this moment, never did I imagine him looking like this. So intense and deep. So virile and animal.
“Condom?” he asks.
“I’m covered…if you’re clean?”
His body shivers. “I am. Are you?”
And this is where I have to come clean with my secret.
“I saved myself for you, Kyler.”
He stills, his hand right at the elastic of my panties. “Expect the unexpected…”
I giggle. “What?”
“My commander in the military said that over and over and until this moment, I’d never actually met a situation I’d unexpected. But that…” His hand brushes over my panties. “Why’d you wait, baby? I mean…it’s been thirty-five years…”
“Are you mad?” I cover my chest with my hands and he frowns.
He leans over me. “Let’s get one thing straight. Nothing about you makes me mad. I am not your father, Neveah. I never will be. I will only ever worship you. From this moment on, my honesty will be clear. And I was only asking to make sure that you’re comfortable having sex. If not, we can wait.”
“Oh…”
He slips his hands into mine and draws my hands above my head, hovering over me. “That’s better. Now, why? Any man would have been thrilled to have you in his bed.”
“I couldn’t. I wanted you. So I figured when I died, I’d give you my heaven while we were in Heaven…” I clamp my eyes closed and shake my head. “That sounds stupid, right?”
His lips press to mine, and I crack my eyes, before sinking into the kiss.
When he breaks our mouths, he smiles. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. And I hear you, Neveah. I hear you loud and clear.”
I rock my hand along his cock. “Then take off your boxers.”
He does as I demand. “Take off your panties,” he demands in return, all the time holding my gaze, heating my pussy as well as my heart rate.
This is it. I will get everything I’ve ever wanted, desired, wished and hoped for.
I move back onto the bed and under the covers. He follows me and slowly lowers his body onto mine. His hot cock rests against my throbbing clit and I shudder at the feeling.
I run my hand over his stomach, stopping at his injury. “If this hurts…”
“Nothing hurts anymore, when I’m with you.”
I can’t stop a smile. “I know what you mean.”
“You ready, baby?” he asks as he plants his forearms on the sides of my shoulders, burying his head into the curve of my neck and making a long swipe of his tongue up to my ear, biting the lobe lightly and sending zings of electricity to my clit. My hips jerk and I pant as the pressure builds.
“Yes. Please, Ky…please take me and make me yours.”
He adjusts his cock to seat right at the entrance of my body. And as he slowly rocks into my body, he stares into my eyes. “Only mine.”
I feel the possession and I gasp at the feeling of being filled by him. Every part of me.
My hips instinctually rise from the bed, pulling him deeper and deeper. The movement ignites the stick of dynamite in me and the burn in my belly sizzles.
“Ky…I’m close…”
His hand reaches down and he lifts one of my legs onto his chest, my thigh pressing into his hard stomach. “Let go, baby. Cream that pussy and come for me.”
My body relaxes briefly before it winds again. The tension building and tightening. Each time he rocks out of me, I feel his absence and every time he’s deep inside of me I want him to stay forever.
Steadily we increase our movements.
I hold his face in my hands as my eyelids flicker closed. “I love you, Kyler. I love you so much.”
He stills as my words coat him. He starts a faster pace, more urgent, my pleasure almost to the peak. “I love you, too, Neve.”
And with that, the release I’d always imagined of the past lightnings through me. My pussy squeezes his cock in a rhythmic sensation that rocks through my body. Kyler plants firmly inside of me and I feel his hot seed coating my walls. Filling me in a different, but equally as perfect way.
Screaming out his name, a heady comb
ination of pleasure and pain ravages my body, but it’s all in the name of love.
And it’s Ky…my Ky.
7 Bronson
I open my eyes to the smell of bacon and eggs. I slip from bed and pull on a pair of joggers before making my way down the hall. Stopping to stretch, it takes a moment to realize that my side doesn’t burn. The healing has truly started. And I wonder if it has anything to do with the woman singing along to “You Can Leave Your Hat On” by Joe Cocker while bacon sizzles in the background. My little siren has an intense sultry voice.
I see my phone on the dining room table. We’d left everything out, but it’s all cleaned now. I’ll reciprocate by cleaning up after breakfast. It’s only fair. I remember my mother working herself to the bone to please my father and take care of all of kids, but it wasn’t enough. Even with twelve mouths to feed, clothe, and care for, he always saw her deficits and never her assets. Nothing was ever good enough.
I watch from the doorway as my angel in a light green baby doll nightgown swings her hips and dances seductively, all the while oblivious to my spying eyes.
She turns around and lays down a long bump and grind of her ass in my face and when she turns and sees me she shrieks and her spatula microphone goes flying. I grab it mid-air.
“I’ve lived alone for so long, that I forgot…” She presses the palm of her hand to the middle of her breasts to calm herself.
“Sorry, but I was enjoying the show.”
Next, “Sexual Healing” hits the air with its stimulating groove. Marvin Gaye knew how to put the most feeling into every word. Those swoops and that crystal clear tone has me dancing to her and she giggles.
I use the lyrics to my advantage and soon have her body pressed to mine and I’m grinding on her. She lets her body take over. And we just dance.
My phone buzzes in the dining room.
“It’s been doing that all morning,” she says with peaked eyebrows.
“How long have you been up?” I ask, looking to the clock on the oven.
“Three hours. I get up at five in the morning…every morning.”
“Insane,” I say as I run my lips under her chin.
“And how many hours of sleep do you normally get?” she asks and I still.
“I probably should see what that is.”
“Nice job of avoiding the subject!” she calls out as I spin back to the dining room.
“But hey, here I’ve gotten the best sleep ever.”
“Glad to hear, but you can’t catch up on sleep, Ky! Sleep deprivation leads to memory issues, mood changes, weakened immunity, poor balance and concentration, and risk of high blood pressure and…low sex drive!” she yells out.
I chuckle. “I think we know that last one isn’t happening.”
“But it’s not healthy is the point.”
Yeah, I know. A lot of things in my life aren’t healthy.
I lift my phone and there’s six messages. Five from Patton and one from Halsey, all asking for an immediate call.
“Babe, I need to make call. I’ll be right back.”
I dial through our private and secure system.
“Hey, Bronson.”
“Patton.”
“How are you feeling?”
The niceties and medical check-up aren’t necessary.
I lean back against the brick of the house and examine the mountains in the distance. They’re clouded and foreboding like they’re trying to warn me of something. Howard steps out to collect his paper and gives a wave.
“Morning!” he calls out and I wave back, covering the mic and calling out the same.
I return my attention to the phone. “I’m fine. Just returning the five texts from you and one from Halsey. What’s going on?”
“Shit’s hit the fan in St. Petersburg. Diplomat slept with the wrong Kremlin wife.”
Russia. Great.
I stick out like a sore thumb there, considering 0.1% of the population is black. But sometimes I can use that to my advantage causing people to be off-guard.
I run hand over my closely shaved head. “That’ll do it.”
“The cheater has a wife and two kids. They’ve been kidnapped.”
I stand up straight. “When and where?”
“I wouldn’t call you, but Fremont’s in a catatonic state right now and Halsey’s being the biggest dick you can ever imagine. He’s either got to get laid or get out.”
“Or maybe both.”
“Shit, is this being recorded?”
“No, I turned that bullshit off last month when I was commander.”
“Nicely done.”
“Well, until I fucked up the mission and—”
“Bronson, we all knew that it wasn’t right. We all knew it was too easy. That entry was set up. I don’t know by who, but I’m thinking that we have…”
“A mole?”
“Exactly.”
“I have an idea of who…”
“The guy with an attitude?”
“Maybe…but I’m thinking it might be this new guy.”
“Shit. It’s easy to think that everyone is going to be on the up and up and then all it takes is one prick to ruin that rosy vision.”
The more Patton talks, the more I’m itching. Not my scar. I’m itching for action. To get back into the thick.
Clearly, this job is my drug in life. The risk. The reward. All of it give me a high.
“I just wanted to let you know what was happening.” Patton yawns, lack of sleep in his slurred speech.
“You need my help?”
“Nah, we can take care of it. We’ve got a new guy coming on to replace Murp—”
“No, we’ve learned that lesson. New rebels need to be vetted on a fake mission. Has that happened?”
The silence tells me everything.
“How long have the kidnappers given before they do their worst?”
“Seventy-two.”
Hours. Not days.
We both know that they’ll stretch it a little.
“Get the team ready and I’ll be back.”
“Halsey’s ready to go tonight.”
Fuck.
It’s do or…die time. I cringe internally even thinking it. She knows I’m alive, if I really die, she’ll never forgive me.
Leaving Neveah means admitting that I can’t be what she needs. That Murphy was right. You have to go deep. And maybe I’m just not that deep. Maybe I’m surface shallow. The call to the rush is too much.
I’m ready to commit when the door opens on the house.
“Breakfast is ready…” she says with a soft smile that beckons me.
“Thanks.”
“Who’s that?” Patton asks as the door closes.
“I’ll head out in the morning.”
“You’re not healed. I can hear it in your voice. Stay there. Enjoy whatever you’re enjoying, and we’ve got this one. I just wanted you to know.”
And I know what he’s saying. In case one or all of them don’t come home. You get a chance to say that word we all hate.
“Bye Bronson.”
I suck in a breath. “Bye Patton. Good luck.”
“Same to you.”
And the line goes dead.
I don’t like this feeling. Like I’m being letting me go. It makes me feel…abandoned and alone, when I have someone right there inside. Probably like what she felt when I died. It’s unsettling and I wonder if there’s only one way to fix it.
8 Neveah
I don’t wait for him to eat. I’ve worked up an appetite. And when he steps into the dining room, he’s wearing a smile that I don’t recognize. It’s not his normal laid-back, easy going one like when he caught me in the kitchen, it’s forced and makes me feel uncomfortable.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask as he fills his plate with bacon, eggs, fresh hash browns, and a biscuit.
“You want to show me around Denver?”
“Sure.” I take a long drink of coffee. “But can you really be seen
out in public?”
“We’re not really supposed to spend long lengths of time out there, but short periods are fine.”
My body chills. “Kyler, are you going back after you’re well?”
He stills with the fork at his mouth. “I don’t know.” He set the fork down. “No, that’s not true.” Slipping his hand onto my wrist he gives a squeeze. “Neve, I want to stay. I want to be the man you need, but I don’t know if I can leave the life. It’s become a painkiller for me. It’s my substitution to moving forward in life, but I don’t know if I’ll be happy without the rush.”
I swallow down the bite of eggs in my mouth and they taste rancid. “Will you ever be able to live a normal life?”
“One of my teammates got out last month. He’s moving with his girlfriend to this town in Nevada—something-dare in the name. Maybe if I lived there.”
“I didn’t ask about him. I asked about you. But you’d need him over me?”
He rears back. “They’ve been a part of my life for five years, almost twenty-four hours a day.”
“And I was a part of your life for longer than that before you ran away!”
He shakes his head. “I didn’t run away.”
“Like hell you didn’t. You left and you never looked back. You were scared and the military and your training didn’t fix that. You’re still scared to take a chance on the thing that’s the riskiest adventure in life. Love.” I stand and look down on him. He looks small and his bare chest is rolling in long waves. It’s not anger; it’s recognition. He knows I’m right.
“You’ve loved me for longer than just a day. Last night I had a dream. I was back at your grave in Chicago. And I saw you there when I woke up. I saw you standing over me. You were there. You saw everything I went through. Didn’t you?”
He swallows but doesn’t answer. His eyes huge saucers. It’s enough to confirm for me. Sometimes it’s not what people say, it’s what they don’t say.
I step back. “How? How could you do that to me? Not only did you let me think you’d died, but you flaunted it.”
“I thought about not going through with it, but then…”