Field Stripped: 15 Steamy Military Romances

by Marissa Dobson

  “Here’s to new beginnings,” she told him and held up her glass.

  “New beginnings,” he echoed and clinked his to hers. They took a sip and she handed him a towel to wipe his hands clean. He knew new beginnings were good, and sometimes, change was good, but how much was too much? He wanted this, but he also felt, almost, in over his head.

  He wanted Miranda, wanted to feel her surround his dick as he pushed inside her; he wanted to hear her yell his name. But is that all he wanted? He did want more, didn’t he?

  “Now, how about I tell you a little bit about me?” Miranda offered.

  Logan followed her into the den and they took a seat. She set her goblet down, kicked her shoes off, then tucked her feet underneath her.

  He cleared his throat and took another sip of his champagne, then set it down. Miranda knew a lot about Logan, but only where it concerned Susan and the military. She had no idea what he actually did; hell no one did but his unit. His parents didn’t know but knew he was in Special Ops. They were there when he received the call to interview for the position he’s in now.

  “No one calls the Army to interview for a position,” his dad told him all those years ago.

  “I was engaged once, years ago. He was in the military as well. He went to fight in the beginning of the Iraq war, but didn’t return.”

  Logan’s eyes widened slightly. “I’m sorry to hear that,” and he meant it.

  “I appreciate that. It took time to get over his death, but I healed.” She smiled and reached for her champagne and took a drink, then set it back down. “When the Army came to my door with the news, I lost it and vowed I would never get involved with another man in the military again.

  “Then, of course, I met you. I had no intentions of getting to know you outside of our meetings, but I did. I did not want to do the one-on-one sessions; hell I knew I shouldn’t, but if I could get through to you doing so, I would do it.” She smiled. “And I did, so it seems.”

  He smiled. “So it seems.”

  Damn, she lost her fiancé at war. My wife cheated on me. We are similar, yet so different.

  He nodded for her to continue.

  “I had recently received my degree and needed to begin my career. That is when I met Sophie. She was my counselor when I lost Drake. She helped me through my hard times and eventually, knew I was ready to go out on my own. She sometimes still pops in.”

  “Yeah, I met her at one of the last meetings.”

  “Oh, good,” Miranda smiled. “After Drake, I did not date much. My parents did not have much to say on the matter. Unfortunately, they never really liked him so they didn’t really care.”

  “That’s harsh.”

  She nodded. “But it’s over now.”

  “And your parents are still around?”

  She nodded. “Very much so. We’ve grown closer since it happened. I think they were concerned with him going on deployments a lot and leaving me behind.”

  Logan sighed and lowered his gaze. “Miranda, you realize,” he looked up to her, “if we decide to do this, you’ll be in the same situation with me.”

  She nodded and adjusted herself on the couch. “I understand.”

  “There’s a lot about my job I can never tell you. Much of it is red acted.”

  “Red acted? Does that mean it is blacked out?”

  He nodded. “The missions I go on are not publically known, at least until the action reports are released.”

  “Ahh, okay. What can you tell me about what you do?”

  He adjusted himself on the couch. “I go on search and rescue or search and destroy missions. When my unit is called in, it has usually become pretty bad, or we go in and immediately take down the threat. One of our units found one of the former Iraqi leaders years ago. You don’t know who, of course, because our names are never released.”

  “Wow, I’m not sure what to say to that. I’m assuming special ops then?”

  He nodded.

  “Delta Force or Night Ranger?”

  He grinned. “You know your stuff, don’t you?”

  She smiled. “I try to keep up.”

  “Delta Force.” He reached for his champagne and took another drink, then set it down.

  “You told me this in our sessions, but for the sake of the here and now, you found out about your wife’s death… while you were in Iraq?”

  He nodded. “Yes.”

  “And when you returned home for her funeral, is when you found out about her infidelity?”

  He nodded again and lowered his gaze.

  “Logan, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I truly am.” She scooted across the couch toward him. “Not all of us are her, not all of us cheat.” She cupped his cheeks and lifted his face. She looked into his eyes and smiled. “I told you, I’m your person; whether that means your girl or someone you just need to talk to, I’m here. State side or sandbox, I’m here.”

  He smiled softly and removed her hands. “I will tell you this now. It will be hard to not think about what you might be doing while I’m away. It’s not that I’m holding you accountable for her actions…”

  “Actually, you would be,” she told him.

  “I’m not trying to, and no, I wouldn’t.”

  “Then don’t think I’ll be cheating when you’re away. I’m actually one of the last good ones out there.” She smiled and lightly tapped his nose. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to change the music as it’s stopped.” She stood from the couch and made her way across the floor.

  Logan watched her as she crossed the room and committed to memory what she just told him. He had to learn to trust again and if she wanted to be that person, then he had to open himself to her.

  Chapter Twenty

  He stood from the couch and silently made his behind her. She fidgeted with the music changer when he lightly touched her back. Miranda froze and stood there, motionless. He took a hold of her zipper on the back of the dress and pulled it down, slowly. His fingers grazed over her spine as the material began to split apart.

  Chills rose on her skin as he made his way down. Exposing her bra, he lightly touched her shoulders and pushed the dress off her arms. It hit the floor in a heap. She stood before him in her black bra and black panties. He turned her to face him and stared into her eyes.

  Her lips parted and her skin flushed. He lightly touched her cheek, then ran his fingers down her body, between her breasts. She closed her eyes and panted softly.

  “Is this okay?” he asked her. She nodded but kept her eyes closed. “Miranda, I’ll stop, just give me the word.”

  At that, she opened her eyes and shook her head. “No, don’t stop.” She reached for his tie and loosened it, then unbuttoned his shirt. She pulled it from his pants then slowly, ran her hands underneath the material and pushed it from his arms.

  As much as he wanted to touch her, having her hands on him sent a thrill through his body.

  She reached for his undershirt and pulled at the hem, then pushed it upward. Logan pulled it the rest of the way off and tossed it. He watched her as she examined his body. Her fingers lightly touched the scars on his chest and abdomen, and traced the tattoos on his body.

  “I’m positive each of these has a story and in time, I’d like for you to share them with me,” she said.

  “Will do,” he told her in a lowered voice. They made eye contact and the longing, the hunger that had been evident, won out.

  She lunged for him as he wrapped his thick arms around her slender frame. He backed her against the nearest wall and pinned her against it. Their kiss resumed in a climatic explosion of lust and need. He lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist as he pressed his pelvis and erection against her.

  Logan felt the warmth from her and longed to feel how wet and ready Miranda was for him. He ground against her and she moaned softly against his lips.

  “I need you,” she whispered.

  He groaned and kissed to her neck, then sucked softly on her ear lobe. He br
eathed into her ear with his words, “I’ve been waiting to do this far too long.”

  She sighed against his lips. “Bedroom, to the right.”

  He nodded and carried her inside. As soon as he found the bed, he laid her down. He ground against her again and she moaned a little louder. Her body called to his as her legs tightened around his waist. Her fingers pressed into his skin as she pulled him closer to her.

  “I need to taste you,” he mumbled against her lips.

  She loosened the grip around his body and allowed her legs to fall to his sides. Logan lifted onto his knees and gazed down upon the woman underneath him.

  Her dark brown hair pooled in a mess of curls that surrounded her head. Her lips were slightly swollen and pink from kissing. Her body naked, except for the black bra, panties, and thigh highs connected to a garter. This women held together in one single night the epitome of sexiness only a goddess could assemble.

  Miranda slowly unhooked the clasps to her garter and her thigh highs became loose. She rolled one down her leg before Logan spoke up.

  “As much as it pains me to make this request, do it slower. Fucking hell, woman, you make me fucking hard.”

  She grinned and slowed the movements of rolling her stockings down her legs. Once the first one had been completely removed, she lifted the other leg in the air and repeated the process. She set her foot down and Logan grabbed her by the ankles and yanked her toward him. At first she gasped, then she laughed out loud.

  He grinned and reached for her bra. It clasped in the front, which Logan felt grateful for. He unclasped it and allowed it to open, freeing her breasts. Sitting back on his heels he shook his head, then covered his mouth with his hand.

  “Is something wrong?” Miranda sat up on her elbows with concern plagued on her face.

  He shook his head then removed his hand, exposing a Cheshire grin on his lips. “Not at all. I was simply taking in the beauty that is you.”

  She smiled. “Well then, good answer.” She removed the bra from her body and tossed it, then laid back. She lifted her arms up and perked a brow to him.

  He shook his head again and chuckled. “You are going to make me wish there was a first time, every time with you woman.” She grinned as Logan leaned into her. He grasped one of her breasts and squeezed it as his mouth clasped onto the other. He lightly sucked on her nipple then teased it with his tongue.

  Miranda gasped and arched her back up into him, wanting more. He squeezed and flicked the other nipple with his fingers. He removed his mouth and lightly blew on the wetness he left behind.

  “I thought you wanted to taste me?” Miranda’s voice had an almost mouse-like quality. Logan glanced up to her from her breast and lightly nibbled on her. She gasped and he licked her pain away.

  He switched breasts and did the same to the other. Rather than teasing the free nipple, his other hand slid down the soft skin of her abdomen to her inner thigh. He touched the hood of her sex over her panties and thought, Good god, she’s wet! He grinned to himself and massaged her over the material of the panties.

  She gasped and her hips moved in rhythm with his ministrations.

  “I need more,” she whispered.

  Logan grinned and nibbled on her nipple. She seethed and looked down to him with a smirk.

  He slipped his hand down into her panties and his finger rubbed the slit.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet,” he mumbled against her. He pushed his finger past the slit and rubbed her clit.

  She gasped again and her hips pushed against his teasing finger. He released her breast and kissed his way down her abdomen to her thighs. His free hand caressed her skin, giving it a gentle squeeze. He kissed the left one, then the right, while his finger continued to tease her. He worked his way in until he reached the crease to her pussy.

  Logan quickly grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs, then tossed them away. He reached for her knees and gently ran his hands down her thighs, pushing them apart. He kissed down one side, then the other. Once he reached his destination, he pressed her folds apart, exposing her wet pussy and throbbing clit.

  Miranda’s body began to shake with anticipation. He teased her clit again by sliding a finger down to her pussy entrance. Logan leaned in closer and touched her pussy with his nose, then slowly, moved it upward as he inhaled her scent.

  Damn, she smells good. I need to taste her, now.

  Miranda moaned softly and her hips bucked against his face.

  “Are you sure you still want to do this?” he asked her.

  She nodded then let out a squeak, “Yes!”

  He grinned and lowered himself back to her. The woman he has been pining after for a few months laid perfectly naked before him. He slid his hands down her silky calves to her thighs, pushing them further apart. She glistened with anticipation.

  Logan licked his lips, then looked up to her. She gave him a seductive smile and tilted her head just so. He grinned and looked back to his prize, the pussy before him. Logan pressed a finger against her clit and massaged it. She moaned and he grinned as her juices trickled. He moved his finger down the crease of her pussy.

  She whimpered and her body bucked slightly. He did it again, but this time, pushed his finger inside her. Miranda moaned softly and her hands gripped the pillow she laid upon. He pushed his finger in a little more, turned it upward and curled his finger. Miranda responded with a moan and her pussy clenched around his finger.

  He pulled it out and licked it off in his mouth. “Mmm, damn, baby.”

  She lifted her head and looked down to him. He grinned at her and pushed his finger inside. She rested her head again and moaned softly.

  Logan had enough of playing around. He removed his finger once more then pushed her pussy lips apart. Her clit exposed, the nub throbbed for him in need, as if it knew soon he would be there. He licked it once, gently, softly, then did it again. Miranda moaned and her back arched.

  “You like that, baby?” he asked her.

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  He licked her clit again and pushed her lips further apart. He flattened his tongue on her pussy and allowed it to run the length of her, then sucked her clit into his mouth. His tongue teased her a few more times, then he sucked on her again.

  Miranda’s body responded to him by her back arching and her moaning becoming louder. She released the pillow and gripped her headboard. “Oh god,” she whispered.

  Logan ran one arm underneath her body, then the other. He gripped her hips and held her against his face. He sucked her clit in his mouth and teased it furiously with his tongue.

  “Oh shit!” she screamed.

  Her body bucked against his face a few times, at least until Logan pressed against her, holding her down. He continued the assault on her pussy until she came. He loved her taste and what she gave him, and he wanted more. He licked her clit and sucked on it, then released one of her hips to free a hand. He pushed in one finger, then another. He teased her spot and Miranda bucked hard on the bed.

  “Logan! I’m… shit! I’m going to cum!”

  He growled against her pussy and feverishly finger fucked her while he licked her clit. Miranda’s moaning turned to yelling and soon, she had reached for Logan. She pulled him closer against her, rubbing her pussy against his face.

  The moaning became louder and louder and then, finally, she came… hard.

  Logan slowly removed his fingers and sat up. Miranda panted while her eyes were closed, a grin spread wide on her lips. He did a single swipe of his mouth across his forearm and waited for her to recover… all the while his dick throbbed, needing its own release.

  “Holy shit!” Miranda exclaimed. “No one, ever… NO ONE!” She opened her eyes and Logan gave her an amused expression.

  “Good, I want to ruin you for anyone else.”

  She laughed and shook her head. “Consider it done.” She sat up on her elbows and made a ‘come here’ motion with her finger. Logan leaned in and Miranda lifted up and k
issed him. “So, is it my turn?”

  He grinned. “Only if you want to do that. Trust me, I’d love for you to, but I also really want to sink myself deep inside you right now.” He kissed her again and pushed her onto her back.

  “Then do it,” she whispered.

  Without missing a beat, Logan sat back on his heels and quickly scrambled off the bed. He pushed his pants and boxer-briefs down his body and when he stood, he felt entertained at the expression on Miranda’s face.

  “What’s the matter?” he asked her.

  “Umm… nothing, I guess. I wasn’t sure what to expect, size-wise. I mean, you’re such a big guy. I wasn’t expecting you to compensate being… well huge!”

  Logan chuckled. “I’ll go easy on you, I promise.”

  Miranda reached toward her nightstand and opened it. She pulled out a condom and handed it to Logan. He ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on, then climbed back onto the bed. He gripped her ankles again and pulled her toward him. She giggled and opened her legs for him.

  Logan lined up the head of his dick and leaned down to her. He kissed her softly as he pushed against her opening. Her pussy being wet allowed him to slide in quickly. She gasped and held tightly onto his shoulders.

  “I won’t move until you’ve adjusted to my size. Trust me, I’m not into hurting women.”

  She nodded underneath him and he felt her let out a breath she’d been holding. “Okay, move slowly.”

  Logan pulled back and slowly, pushed back inside her. He did this a few more times until he felt Miranda begin to respond to him. He then picked up rhythm to his thrusts.

  “You’re so beautiful, Miranda,” he whispered in her ear. She gasped with another thrust and raised her hips to meet his.

  Logan pulled back and pushed in harder. She moaned and gripped his biceps. “Fuck, you feel good,” he whispered.

  “Oh my god, you feel amazing,” she whispered back. “Don’t hold back, fuck me, please.”

  He growled against her neck and when he pulled back, he thrust hard against her. Miranda moaned out loud and her grip tightened. “Like that?”