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by D. M. Mortier


  Damn! I’ve never been attracted to African American women, and apparently that message has been ignored by my brain for the past four years. Nothing has changed now.

  When she curled her arms around his waist, Colt wanted to howl with satisfaction. And when her warm honey-colored gaze ensnared his, he started to lower his head to kiss her, but then sanity prevailed, and he checked that impulse. He dropped his arm from around her waist and hoped like hell his family hadn’t noticed his love-struck response to his ward’s roommate. He was ashamed to note that they would not approve of his interest. Even Sarah looked at him with a frown.

  “Colonel.” Imani breathed nervously and stepped away from him. “I trust your return from combat hasn’t been too boring for you.”

  Feeling their separation acutely and wanting like hell to pull her back against him, Colt could only grunt in response.

  She looked away as though stung by his surliness.

  “Don’t mind him, Imani.” Colt’s youngest brother, Justin, grinned as he grabbed Imani’s hand in his. “He’s not very talkative because he’s not used to being around civilians.”

  Colt scowled. “Stop talking shit, pup.”

  Imani smiled and carefully removed her hand from his brother’s grasp. “You must be Justin.” She smiled to take the sting out of her rebuff of his obvious attempt to flirt.

  “Guilty!” Justin laughed, taking her rejection in stride.

  Smart girl. Colt wanted to smile his approval, as he’d noted that Justin had been squeezing her hand and pulling her toward him as if he were going to hug her too.

  “I think it’s my turn.” Matthew, his middle brother, grabbed her hand with a playful grin. Matthew pulled her against him as Colt had done before she could object.

  Colt growled deep in his throat.

  Matthew and Justin roared with laughter. “Damn, Colt, I almost believe you’re trying to gain a new ward.”

  Colt wished that were his line of thinking, and he knew his brothers would think that. Even in these modern times, his family wouldn’t be very accepting of such a liaison, so he knew Matthew was only trying to stoke his parental outrage. If only they knew how far from paternal his interest was. As Matthew’s pregnant wife stepped forward and greeted Imani as well, Colt exhaled in relief. He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath as his brothers hugged Imani. Now that both his sisters-in-law had made themselves known, he felt slightly less volatile. This territorial feeling toward Imani hadn’t just started for him, so it didn’t surprise him. It had started almost from their first meeting four years before.

  Colt had taken leave to bring Sarah to college for the first time. Imani had already been in the dorm room and had answered the door on their knock. For a man who’d faced down terrorists, insurgents, rocket grenades, and a firestorm of bullets, nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of the woman who’d opened the door for them. He’d left there that day wanting to strangle any college boy who looked at her.

  He watched her now conversing with his family and could only thank God no one was expecting conversation from him, because she’d rendered him damn speechless again.

  He had to give himself a stern silent lecture to remember there was another woman in his life that should have his unwavering interest. He’d latched onto her because she might be a safer bet than lusting after someone so young.

  When he’d retired from the Army six months ago, he’d been determined to find the woman who had been his pen pal of almost two years. She had saved him in more ways than one. First, she’d made him a specialized gun and bulletproof vest when he’d been shot in an ambush in Afghanistan. And then they’d started exchanging letters, and she’d saved him again by keeping him sane in the face of some of the worst atrocities he’d witnessed in all his years in combat.

  The acts of man during war were never pretty, and these wars weren’t. The rape and torture of children barely above the age of a toddler had brought him to the brink time and time again. Man found a way to humiliate, to wreck a soul, or completely annihilate each other. It was never the same, but yet the dying, the pain, and the brokenness were all the same.

  Colt had told his pen pal things that he’d never shared with anyone. When he’d insisted on meeting her, she’d stopped all correspondence. All his letters to her afterwards had gone unanswered and had been returned. Yes, letters. The old-fashioned handwritten kind that took weeks, if not months, to reach their intended recipient, and yet he’d loved every one of those damn letters, every word of them. And then he found that the name she’d given him had been false. He’d hired detectives and had even called in favors from the CIA and FBI in an effort to find her. It was as though she had been a figment of his imagination. If not for the letters and her gifts to him, he might have started to doubt his own conviction about her existence. And then the question came. Why? Why had she done any of this? Why him?

  He didn’t have time to be distracted by a young girl who he had no business having an interest in. Yeah, but he hadn’t been tempted by a live, in-person encounter with her when he’d been fighting the attraction before. Today he was learning that he’d been fooling himself in believing that he could control this, control how he felt about her. He was in deep trouble.

  “I don’t want to intrude.”

  Colt came out of his musing in time to hear Imani’s soft protest.

  “Your parents aren’t here to celebrate with you, Imani.” Colt heard his mother’s soft plea. “Let us do this for you. No one should achieve what you have and not have anyone to celebrate it with.”

  He almost lost his mind when he realized that she was alone today. How had I not known this? He had to find out more about her. Sure, he’d admired her independence when Sarah told him that Imani paid her own way through college and was going to live alone afterward. He’d told Sarah how much he admired that. But this lack of support from anyone in her family was unacceptable. Obviously, he couldn’t allow her to suffer in any way, and he wasn’t going to take the time to examine why he felt that way either.

  “Imani, you will join us for dinner.” He ignored her protest and looked to his ward. “Sarah, let’s go,” he demanded and turned toward the path that led to the parking lot. As a colonel, he was used to men following his orders without question, and he expected the same here.

  “I’m sorry, Colonel, but I’m starting my drive to Chicago tonight,” Imani told him softly. “I need to go now in order to arrive before my meeting tomorrow.”

  Colt heard Imani’s words and stopped in his tracks. He turned and narrowed his eyes as he stared down at her. “You will join us for dinner.” He deliberately kept his voice soft but clipped.

  She straightened her spine and braced her legs apart as though she were trying to gather her courage. “Perhaps, Colonel, you don’t understand that I am not one of your men.” They were brave words, but he noted that she sounded a bit breathless when saying them.

  “Ah hell.” Justin chuckled.

  “Shut up, pup,” he snarled at Justin. Colt stared at her, not moving a muscle, not even to blink.

  She took a step back.

  Colt tried to contain his shock at her refusal. He’d been leading men since he was twenty-four years old, and no one challenged his authority. It was as though she’d waved a red flag in his face, and he couldn’t describe the profound exhilaration he felt at her challenge. She’s going with me, he thought. It’s just a matter of how. For the first time in his life, he understood the impulse of the cavemen when it came to their women. And then he started toward her.

  “Colt?”

  He heard the nervousness in Sarah’s voice, and he was glad that at least his family realized he wasn’t fucking around. He would use any excuse to be near her. “Go to the car, Sarah.” He turned his gaze to his father and brothers. “Head out to the restaurant. We have reservations at Taverna Banfi. We will join you shortly.”

  “Damn, you’ve spoken more words there th
an you have in the entire year!” Justin teased.

  Colt ignored him this time, knowing that Justin was trying to remind him to calm the fuck down. But there was no putting this beast back in its cage. She made him feel feral.

  Confident that his family would follow his orders, he turned to Imani, who continued staring at him with a mixture of confusion and confidence. She was trying to appear as though she wasn’t intimated by him. And she probably wasn’t intimated, but she sure as hell was aware of him. He found the intense way she was staring at him, seeming to block out all the chaos of graduation around them, a complete turn-on. And her unconscious biting of her lower lip was sexy as hell.

  His family left them standing in their own personal arena in a confrontation he was determined to win.

  “Are you testing your boundaries, little girl?”

  The deep gravel in his voice initially made her take another step back, and then she stiffened as though trying to gather courage. Imani raised an eyebrow and then curved her lips in a confident smirk. “I’m a grown-ass woman, Colonel. I stopped being a little girl when I was eight years old.”

  He let his gaze roam over her lush body in a deliberate lazy regard before he ensnared her gaze again.

  “I agree that you’re a grown beautiful woman, Imani. However, I guarantee you will want me to continue thinking of you as a little girl.” There, he’d warned her as he was supposed to. Take the rope and run, little girl, he silently warned. He had to check the exhilaration in his emotion at that moment. Damn if he wasn’t getting harder with every second of her defiance.

  “Is that right, Colonel?” Her voice was silky sweet. “You think I can’t handle what you can dish out? You think I’m not woman enough to handle a man like you? Is that what you’re thinking, Colonel?”

  “You’re my ward’s little school friend.” At least that was what he kept telling himself to maintain some control.

  Imani smiled, her honey gaze glistening. “Are you telling me or yourself that?”

  “Be careful, young lady.” I’m so fucked, he thought. He breathed in deeply, not anticipating that she would throw down the gauntlet so boldly. “You need to continue being afraid of me.” He tried to keep his voice neutral and without the lust that had been buzzing around the periphery of his senses but was now blazing in full flame.

  She snorted and took a few steps toward him, brazenly maintaining eye contact with him. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not afraid of you. Why would I be afraid of any man? You put your pants on one leg at a time like any other man, right?”

  Good God, I feel like we’re having two separate conversations. One where we’re definitely eye fuckin’ each other, and the other where we’re sparring like we’re in a fencing match. Colt took a step back, trying to put some distance between them with the realization that his willpower wasn’t at its best right then.

  “Did you just back down, Colonel?” She smirked as he took another step back from her.

  “Come have dinner with us and celebrate your and Sarah’s achievement,” he told her stiffly. He wasn’t about to tell her that she was seconds from being kissed. And he was fighting like hell to stop himself from acting on it.

  “I don’t think so, Colonel.” She tilted her head to the side, still clearly amused by his return to rigid soldier. “I’ve already told you that I have somewhere I need to be.”

  Colt couldn’t understand why he was so reluctant to let her leave. He just knew that he wasn’t ready to let her go yet. Nor would he let her be alone right now. Something told him that, despite her protest, she needed to celebrate her achievement with someone. He preferred that it be with him. “I wasn’t asking, Imani.”

  “Like I said, I’m not one of your men. I have a ten-hour drive ahead of me. It would be better if I get started now instead of after dinner.”

  He smoothly closed the distance between them, wrapped an arm around her waist, picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder. He was done talking.

  She squeaked in surprise.

  God, it felt good to touch her, to feel her softness against him. He started toward the parking lot. People turned and looked at them in amazement as Imani continued to squeak and mutter in a loud whisper.

  “Put me down!”

  He didn’t give a shit what anyone thought. She was his, and he’d do what the fuck he wanted.

  Colt decided to ignore her, too, and continued until he arrived at the passenger side of his car. He was expecting Sarah to be there waiting on him, but her absence indicated that perhaps she was riding to the restaurant with his father. He lowered his still pissed-off burden to place her feet on the ground by the passenger side of his car and opened the car door.

  “I can’t believe you just did that!”

  “Get in the car, Imani,” he gritted out.

  “You’re insane if you think I—”

  Before he could think better of it, he kissed her to shut her up. It was only a brief meeting of the lips, but it was still a jolt to his senses.

  “What…” She stared up at him in stunned silence.

  He brushed her lips with his again because he couldn’t fathom that that brief taste was so sweet.

  She whimpered and slumped weakly against his car.

  He was gratified by the sight of his effect on her because she looked like how he felt. She was clearly as wrecked by him as he was by her. Given the battle scar on his face, he would have expected her to be repulsed by him; any sane person would have at least run in the opposite direction. However, she couldn’t hide the fact that she wanted him. The knowledge of that fueled his lust.

  He leaned in and covered her lips with his in a searing kiss. It hadn’t been his plan, but once he kissed her, he couldn’t stop. Stunned by the incredible intensity of desire her kiss invoked, he curled his tongue around hers and palmed her ass to pull her closer against him. The feel of her against his hard length had him reeling with increasing need. He reluctantly wrenched himself away from her. “This can’t happen,” he muttered absently to himself as he continued to put distance between them.

  Imani frowned up at him. It was clear that she wasn’t happy about his kiss either. “You kissed me!” The shock of it was evident in her voice, but there was desire too.

  “I know, and that shouldn’t have happened. You’re the same age as my ward, for Christ sakes!”

  “What has that got to do with anything? And I’m a few months younger than Sarah!” She looked as though she couldn’t decide if he was sane or not.

  “Fuck,” he muttered and ran his fingers through his hair in agitation.

  “That’s not the point! What makes you think you could just grab someone and kiss them? And why the hell did you kiss me if you can’t handle it, Colonel?”

  On hearing the anger in her voice, he narrowed his eyes. Is she challenging me? “That wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re so damn stubborn it was either spank your ass or kiss you.”

  “You do realize that you have no authority over me, right? There was another option, and spanking me wasn’t that option,” Imani muttered. “You could’ve accepted my declining your invitation and left me the hell alone like any normal person would’ve.”

  “Sarah wants you there,” he insisted.

  Imani rolled her eyes. “I doubt very seriously Sarah wants me at a family gathering where she knows I would be uncomfortable. Besides, since Sarah will continue being my roommate in Chicago, she will be seeing me again soon enough.”

  “What the hell did you say?” Colt straightened to his full six-foot-four height. “Sarah will be joining the family’s practice in Austin.”

  “Sounds like you need to join your family at that restaurant much more than I need to,” Imani said dryly. She pushed off the car and tried to move around him.

  “What’s the rush? Are you afraid now, little girl?” He smirked at her eagerness to get away from him.

  “Didn’t I just answer that question, old
man?”

  Colt narrowed his eyes and gave her his most stern expression. “Are you sure you want to play this game with me, Imani?”

  “And what game would that be?”

  “So, it’ll be like that, will it?”

  “Look, Colonel—”

  “Stop calling me that! My name is Colt! Use it,” he bit out.

  She stared up at him for a long time before she reluctantly murmured, “Colt.” She stumbled over his name as though it were a foreign name.

  He loved that she couldn’t hide his effect on her.

  She looked away and cleared her throat softly. “I have to be in Chicago for a meeting tomorrow afternoon. It’s a long drive, and I need to be rested for that meeting.”

  “Dinner won’t take long, and I’ll drive you to Chicago. You can sleep along the way.”

  “Not everything and everyone has to be about your will or your desire.”

  He straightened to his full height and gave her his most fierce expression to intimidate her. “When are you going to realize that the sooner you get your ass in the car, the sooner you’re on your way to Chicago?”

  “Why do you want me there so badly?”

  “It will make Sarah happy,” he said simply. He held her gaze and reluctantly murmured, “And it would make me happy.”

  She breathed out in shock.

  It still surprised him when, seconds later, she lowered herself into the passenger seat. He wasted no time in closing the door behind her. Does this mean she cares about my happiness or Sarah’s? It was a provocative thought that he refused to dwell on.

  When he slid behind the wheel of his Mercedes-Benz, he stilled at the impact of being with her in the close confines of the sports car. His finger tingled with the need to have her under his direction and control as he had the car. He reminded himself again of her age and the fact that she was Sarah’s best friend. However, he knew that that excuse would soon not be enough. Every male instinct in him fought against his resolve to treat her like his ward’s school friend. He wanted her, but it was yet another pleasure he’d have to deny himself.

 

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