“Fuck, yeah,” he said, driving his hand into her hair. “Just like that, Jane. Make me feel it.”
“Naked,” she gasped. “Get me naked. Right now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sam said fervently. He pulled her away from the wall. “You’ve got to let go before I can rip those little shorts off.” Immediately, she dropped her legs, and when her feet hit the floor her knees tried to buckle.
“Do me on the bed,” she said breathlessly.
“You had me at do me,” Sam said, trying to kiss her and talk at the same time. They both laughed as they fumbled with her clothes, Sam trying to untie her bikini top as she tried to unbutton her shorts. She chased his mouth, not ready to stop kissing him even though it made getting undressed harder. He seemed as eager to kiss her. He had beard scruff, but the softest lips, his bottom lip fat and suckable. Every time she sucked on it he moaned. She liked the sound of it.
She kept getting distracted by his bare chest. Her shorts hung loosely, barely clinging to her ass as she caressed his pecs. He had a light layer of silky chest hair that she wanted to feel against her bare breasts and she tugged on her bikini top, trying to get it off.
“I can’t get it untied,” Sam said, clearly frustrated. “What kind of sailor’s knot is this?” He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her hard and deep. It took a few seconds for her to realize that another pair of hands was untying her top and she jerked back from the kiss.
“Just helping,” said King calmly from behind her. “You two are never gonna get to it if I don’t.” Her top fell down at that moment and she stared at it stupidly as it lay on the floor at her feet. Then she heard Sam panting and she looked up at him, past that amazing chest, and stopped worrying about King standing right behind her. She practically threw herself into Sam’s arms and gave a girly little cry when her sensitive nipples made contact with his heated skin. Then Sam was kissing her again, shoving his hands under her bikini bottoms and pushing them down with her shorts to pool at her feet. She yanked one foot free.
“Oh, God,” she practically yelled. “Your hands feel so fucking good. Squeeze my ass. Did I just say that out loud? Shut up, Jane. Fuck me.” She slapped a hand over her mouth. “I swear I usually don’t talk this much,” she mumbled from behind her hand.
Sam was laughing out loud. “Oh, man, you are fucking fantastic. This is going to be so good.” He squeezed her ass hard, probably leaving marks, and she didn’t care. He hauled her close, pressing her bare mons against the bulge in his smooth chinos, rubbing against her as he kissed her neck. “Can I mark you?” he asked breathlessly.
“Not on my neck,” Jane said, suddenly desperate to feel him sucking on her. She tried to grab a handful of his hair, but it was too short, so she just cupped his head and dragged his mouth down to her breast. He didn’t need any more directions. When his hot open mouth sucked on the inner curve of her breast she cried out again.
“Fuck,” she said. “Oh, yeah. Yeah.” She said the last with a little sob and realized she’d never been this caught up in sex before. She was shaking, breathless, sweating, practically vibrating with need. “I have to come,” she wailed. “I can’t wait. I’m dying.”
Suddenly she could hear King from across the room. He was breathing almost as heavily as they were and his obvious arousal made her reckless and greedy. She grabbed one of Sam’s hands and dragged it between her legs, rubbing against it like a cat in heat.
“Sweet Jesus,” Sam said, awe in his voice. “You are so fucking hot and wet. Hell, yes, I’ll make you come. Then you can come again on my dick.” He shoved his hand further back between her legs and pushed a rough finger inside her with no finesse, but clear intent. She was so on board with that, and began to fuck his finger enthusiastically. He moaned and caught her mouth with his, kissing her as roughly as he was finger-fucking her. It took about three seconds before she came with a little screech into his mouth. He laughed, never breaking the kiss, grinding the palm of his hand on her clit as she shuddered in his arms.
Even after coming she was having trouble thinking straight. She still wanted his dick, bad. More than she’d ever wanted a dick inside her before. This whole situation was pushing buttons she hadn’t even known she had. She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to his. “Tell me you have condoms,” she said breathlessly.
“You still want to fuck?” Sam said, and it took her a moment to realize he was seriously asking.
She laughed breathlessly. “If I don’t have your dick in me in the next sixty seconds, I’m dragging King over here,” she joked. Right after she said it she realized how it must sound, and she stared at him with her mouth open and her eyes wide. But Sam just laughed.
“Nope,” he said. “This is for me tonight, remember?” He squeezed her ass as he said it and gave her a noisy kiss. Then he pushed her away and the back of her legs hit the bed. She lost her balance and fell backward onto it.
“Oh, hell, yeah,” Sam said as he stood there appreciating the view. “Lay back and spread your legs. I’m coming in.” He pulled a string of condoms out of his pocket and tossed them onto the bed. At her look, he shrugged. “It’s been a dry few years.” Then he dropped trou and Jane nearly came again. His dick was perfect. Fat and hard, not too long, just right. He picked his shorts up and carefully checked the pocket before folding them on a chair. Jane let his neat-freak tendencies pass. It was only for one night, right? She felt like she’d hit the jackpot as she watched him guide the condom on. Slowly she parted her legs, shivering with anticipation.
Sam dropped onto the bed, stopping barely an inch above her, his hands beside her as if he were doing a push-up. “Last chance,” he said breathlessly. “Unless you say no, my dick is going in you as soon as I can get there.” Jane mimed locking her lips closed and throwing away the key and Sam laughed again. He’d been pretty uptight on the way up to her room, but now he seemed so relaxed and natural. She loved it. The dude clearly loved sex. She couldn’t believe he’d gone so long without.
Sam rose up on his knees and pushed Jane’s legs back, so her knees were up. “Now that is an amazing sight,” he said reverently, staring at her pussy. “Fuck the Grand Canyon.”
“Fuck this,” Jane demanded, reaching for him. She couldn’t believe the stuff that was coming out of her mouth, but somehow she just knew that with these two she didn’t have to pretend. It was only for one night, right? She’d never see them again, and Sam seemed to like it when she let it all hang out, so to speak. She wanted it to be good for him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, like a good soldier. She shivered again. Damn, that was a turn-on. When he pressed his hips between her legs, Jane groaned. She never knew skin on skin could feel that good. She wiggled, trying to maneuver his dick inside. He pulled his hips back and used his hand to guide the head to her opening. “I’m going to fuck you right now,” he said. He was gritting his teeth and his voice was a growl that made Jane throw her head back against the bed.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as he slid the first inch inside her. Then he slammed the rest of the way into her and she cried out at how good it felt. He was bigger than she’d thought, filling her deliciously, just this side of almost too much, which was perfect. When he pulled out and pushed back in, hard and deep, she couldn’t even think anymore beyond the pleasure.
He pushed one of her legs up further and she wrapped it high around his waist, almost on his back. When he fucked her like that he hit a spot that made her pant and moan and writhe beneath him. She’d never felt something that amazing in her life, not even masturbating.
“Sam,” she said, her voice rough and breathless. “It feels so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I’m going to come,” he groaned. “You feel so fucking hot and tight. The best fuck ever. Jane.” His voice cut off abruptly and he made a sound halfway between a grunt and groan. He pressed his dick deep inside her and she could feel it throbbing as he came. She ground up against him and stars burst behind her eyeli
ds as she came, too, clinging to his shoulders as she gave a high-pitched wail.
When it was over, he pulled out slowly and she moaned. Her pussy was still throbbing as little aftershocks of pleasure rocked her. Sam collapsed on the bed beside her. “That was fucking amazing,” he said breathlessly.
“Oh my God, right?” Jane said, laughing, as breathless as he was. “I can’t remember the last time I came so hard. Twice. Two times. Did you see that?”
“I felt it,” Sam said, laughing, too. “Damn. You were pretty hot.”
“I was, wasn’t I?” she said smugly. “And you. You were pretty hot, too. I mean, when a guy is that crazy to get inside you, that’s a big turn-on. So, thanks.” She reached out blindly and patted his hard, flat abs. They felt so good she stayed there and rubbed them.
“Do you think you can do that again in a little while?” he asked hopefully. “I mean, if it’s not too late.”
“Brah,” King said from the corner, laughter in his voice. “That was like, fifteen minutes. We’ve got all night.” He threw a towel at Sam. “Condom.”
“What?” Jane asked, lifting her head off the bed as she stared at King. “No way. That took more than fifteen minutes.”
“Nope,” King said. “You two were coming almost as soon as you started. That was pretty damn hot. I like this watching thing.”
“TMI,” Sam said from beside her. He rubbed a hand over his face. “I can go longer than that, I swear. I’m sorry. Jesus, how lame is that? Fifteen minutes?”
“Not lame at all,” Jane assured him. “If you had made me wait any longer I would have died. I was right there with you.”
“So, round two?” King asked, sitting back in his chair.
“I’m game,” Jane said, and she was. She couldn’t believe how casual she was about King being there, and talking about fucking with these two. The whole night was surreal.
“I am definitely game,” Sam said, rolling toward her. “How do you feel about oral sex?”
“Giving or receiving?” she asked, turning to face him.
“Receiving,” Sam said. He reached out and pulled her against him. “I haven’t tasted pussy in years, either.”
“The sign says open,” Jane told him. “All you can eat.” She laughed at how crude she was being and Sam laughed with her.
“Order up,” he said. He leaned over and licked a path down her stomach and she opened her legs for him.
Chapter 5
Sam was trapped. He tried to crawl out from under the door. It was so fucking hot, and his back felt like it was on fire. He looked to his left and saw Richie Berkovitch lying there, staring at him with dead eyes. The back of his head and left side of his body were gone. Bullets continued to impact his body. In a panic, Sam yelled for De La Cruz. She’d been sitting beside him, in the back of the transport. Berkovitch had been in the front. Jesus, she was such a rookie, she wouldn’t know what to do. Where was she? Why couldn’t he get this damn door off his back? He yelled De La Cruz’s name again, but his voice was no more than a hoarse squawk. He tried to get his arms under him to push up against the weight of the door. The pain that shot through his left arm made him scream. With his right arm he reached out for Berkovitch. He grabbed the front of his vest and tried to drag him over, out of the line of fire, calling for De La Cruz the whole time. He heard a woman call out his name. Was it De La Cruz? He still couldn’t see her.
“Sam, wake up,” a man’s voice said. Sam looked around for the person speaking, but couldn’t see him. The voice was so damn familiar.
“Where’s De La Cruz?” he asked. She’d been so fucking scared to go out today, like she’d known something bad was going to happen. But hell, it was Afghanistan. Bad shit went down every damn day.
“She’s not here,” a woman said calmly. “Wake up.”
“You talked to her two days ago, Sam,” the man told him. “She’s fine. Let go of Jane.”
Who the fuck was Jane?
A soft hand smoothed the hair off his forehead. “Sam, everyone is fine,” the woman said. “You can relax now. Let us take care of you. The situation is under control.”
“Berkovitch,” he rasped. “He’s dead.”
“We’ll take care of him, too,” she said calmly. “Wake up and help us take care of him.”
Her voice was familiar, too. Were they medics? Black seeped around the edge of his vision. He couldn’t pass out now. “De La Cruz,” he said again.
“We’ve got her,” the man told him. “She’s fine. She got out.”
That didn’t sound right, but Sam was suddenly so tired. He closed his eyes and let the blackness take him.
—
“Don’t wake him,” Jane said quietly. “He’s not dreaming anymore.”
King took a deep breath and his shoulders slumped. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think it would happen, you know? He’s been fine for months. Are you okay?” Sam still had his arm wrapped around her, her back pressed tightly to his front. He’d mumbled something about dragging Berkovitch’s body before he’d grabbed her. King relaxed his hand around Sam’s arm, but he didn’t let go. He’d tried to pry him off of Jane, but the brother was fucking Superman in those dreams.
“I’m fine. He wasn’t trying to hurt me, he was trying to protect me. Or De La Cruz or Berkovitch. I’m not sure which one he imagined I was.”
“Berkovitch.” King wiped the sweat off his upper lip. “A friend of his in his unit who died in the same incident where Sam was hurt.” King had been sleeping in the chair, his feet on the bed, when Sam’s nightmare started. Sam had been so deep in it they couldn’t even wake him. That was some shit in his head.
“And De La Cruz?” Jane asked softly. “Who was she?”
“She was new to the unit,” King explained, slumping in the chair. “Sam sort of took her under his wing, like a little sister, yeah? The day they got hit she was thrown from the transport, behind some fallen building or something and he couldn’t find her. Thought she was dead.”
“Was she?” Jane didn’t sound upset. Just curious. She snuggled back into Sam and pulled his arm tighter around her and Sam began to snore. King smiled and started to take his hand off of Sam’s arm, but Jane put her hand over his, keeping it there. She smiled at him and patted his hand as if telling him to leave it there, so he did.
“No. But she had a pretty serious head injury. She’s got some issues now, like she can’t say what she’s thinking. She can talk, but she can’t articulate what’s in her head. It comes out a little disjointed. She speaks in short sentences, writes some stuff down, but she has trouble with that, too. Gets really frustrated. Sam calls her like four or five times a week.”
“Traumatic brain injury,” Jane said, stroking Sam’s arm. “She has aphasia, not uncommon in brain injuries.”
“Yeah,” King said with a sigh. “She’s a pretty girl, seems nice. It’s sad.”
“She may still recover more of her cognitive abilities,” Jane said. “But then again, she might not. How’s she coping?”
“Pretty well, considering. I think Sam is her rock. And as long as she needs him, Sam holds it together.”
“He hasn’t had a dream in months, you said?” She adjusted the covers over her and Sam. King was ashamed that he was disappointed. This was no time to be copping a look.
“No,” King answered her, looking away. She had been so hot fucking Sam earlier. When Sam had gone down on her she fucking loved it. Came all over his face and King had to recite last season’s statistics not to come with her. King had a bad case of blue balls after watching the two of them. He never thought he’d get off watching Sam with someone else. Just goes to show, right? Try new things. Damn right.
“Well, this is the first time he’s been this close to a woman since then, I assume,” Jane said pragmatically. “I’m sure that I triggered that memory. Not a surprise. I hope it doesn’t scare him off sex. He seems to like it a lot, and it relaxed him.”
“Maybe you need to remind him why he sh
ouldn’t give it up,” King suggested, trying, and failing, not to sound too hopeful. Jane laughed.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not leaving without one more round. It’s been a long dry spell for me, too.”
—
Sam woke up slowly, feeling groggy and disoriented. He squeezed the warm, plump flesh in his hand and a woman moaned. Was he in bed with someone? The events of the night before tumbled through his mind, a little out of order, but he got the picture. “Jane.”
“Mmm,” she hummed, placing a hand over his on her breast. “You’re awake.” She snuggled back against him, wiggling her hips against his morning wood. “All over.”
Sam laughed. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
“I’m not,” she purred like a sex kitten, rolling over in his arms to press her breasts against his chest. She threw her leg over his hip and he could feel her wet pussy hump his thigh. “How do you feel about morning sex?”
“The same way I feel about night sex,” Sam said. “Bring it on.”
“Sweet,” she said happily. “I’m going to ride you like a cowgirl.”
“Yee haw,” he said, earning another laugh. Jane pushed him onto his back and shoved the covers back. She leaned over and bit his nipple and he yelped playfully.
“God, I’m so wet,” Jane said, climbing on top of him. “Even asleep you make me horny.”
“Is that a good thing?” Sam asked, getting a grip on her hips. A movement by the bed caught his eye and Sam glanced over in alarm to see King sitting on a chair right next to them. “Why are you…” he began. The look on King’s face was answer enough to the unspoken question. “Oh, shit,” he said, his heart pounding. “I had another nightmare, didn’t I?” He began running his hands over Jane, checking for bumps and bruises. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She slapped his hands away. “No, you didn’t hurt me. Just the opposite. You tried to save me, which consisted of smashing our naked bodies together and holding me tightly, so it’s all good.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Sam asked King sharply, angry at King for getting him involved in the whole situation in the first place. “I knew this was a bad idea.” He began to look all over for the picture. Had he damaged it? Lost it?
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