“I’m not military. I’m ex-CIA.”
Chapter 9
~Carissa~
Oh! Well, that does make more sense, so I tell him so.
Tyler just looks at me in confusion.
“Well, I was wondering why you had friends in the military who would be interested in a human trafficking ring within the country’s borders, even if there’s movement up into Canada. I mean, the United States military really doesn’t have a history of—”
Tyler cuts me off with a passionate kiss. I slide my hands up his firm arms and—
“Shit,” he gasps out.
“You were shot!” How could I forget that? “We need to get this taken care of.”
Tyler agrees with me, and I help him to his feet. Well, I try to help him but I’m pretty sure that’s he’s doing all the work and just letting me think that I’m helping. We slowly make our way back to the cabin, avoiding the bodies as we go. I think I should feel something, knowing that Tyler killed those men to keep my safe and yet… I don’t. They were awful people and he was trying to protect me. I’m not as upset as I should be. I know that.
I’m… grateful, strangely enough. Without Tyler, who knows what would have happened to me and not just today, but yesterday. I was so confused and lost and he swooped in and saved me. Oh, if I say that out loud I’m sure he’ll downplay it or say that it was nothing but… to me, it’s everything.
Once we get back inside the cabin, Tyler insists on calling his CIA friend to tell him what happened. I listen to the conversation with half an ear, only paying attention when he hangs up. Instead I gather bandages and water. I find a surprisingly well stocked first aid kit in the corner next to a large metal trunk that’s open showing… a whole lot of guns. Okay. I’ll just shut that and continue on.
I know some about wound care from the vet clinic, but Tyler still walks me through how to clean and bandage the gunshot wound on his shoulder. He tells me that it’s what’s called a “through and through” which is apparently a good thing, as it means I won’t have to go digging around in his shoulder with a pair of tweezers to remove a bullet. The idea of it makes me shudder.
When I’m done, we switch places and I sit down on the edge of the bed, watching as Tyler goes to take a look out the kitchen window. He hasn’t put a shirt back on and I watch the play of muscles in his back as he walks. I wish I would’ve gotten the chance to feel them more last night, but I was so overwhelmed with sensation. It was all I could do, just lay there and let him have his way with me. I was overcome with new sensations.
Now that the danger has passed, I want to have sex with him again. If at all possible, I’m even more attracted to him now that I know him. “Hey,” I call out. “You doing okay?”
He makes his way back over to me, bare feet whispering across the wooden floor. “I should be asking you that.”
Now that he’s closer, I can see the fine line of hair trailing from his navel to the top of his jeans. The sunlight makes his skin glow. “Well, you’re the one who was in a shoot-out,” I comment. I hope he doesn’t notice me licking my lips at the sight of him.
I shift and he steps into the space I made for him between my knees. Despite only wearing a pair of jeans, he’s hot; I can feel the heat of him on my legs. Without thinking about it, I lean forward and rest my forehead against his abdomen.
When he groans, I can feel the deep sound spread through my body.
“Carissa…” His voice breaks on my name. I feel his hand rest against the back of my head, fingers sinking through my hair. Feeling bold, I bob my head down, nudging my nose against the button of his jeans.
Suddenly, his grip on my hair tightens and he pulls my head back. I gasp and it feels like the world’s shrunk down to just this—his hand in my hair, his eyes on my mouth.
Above me, he sets his jaw and closes his eyes. “You don’t know what game you’re playing, Carissa.”
At this point, I’m almost shaking. With his hand still gripping my hair, I nod as much as I can.
Quick as can be, he grabs my chin with his other hand, tilts my head up until my neck is stretched, almost to the point of discomfort. I relax into the pressure, let him move me if he wants to. At my sign of submission, he taps at my mouth with a finger, like he did in the woods yesterday. This time, I’m bold.
I open my mouth and gently suckle at his finger, grazing his calloused knuckle with my teeth. The sound that comes out of him is desperate. It’s heady, to realize that I can make him sound like that, just with this. It occurs to me what else I could do with my mouth to him. I’ve tasted some of him already—his mouth, this skin. Surely, he won’t argue this? From whispered conversations in high school hallways, I’ve heard men love this, but it’s not the most fun for the woman.
I ease off his finger, look up and into those sky-blue eyes. “Please?” My voice is almost a whimper. “I want to taste you.”
With an almost frantic hand, he undoes the button of his jeans, rips the zipper down. His cock stands up from its nest of golden curls, tall and proud. For a moment I’m nervous, but his hand drifts to the back of my neck, cradling me in what feels like support.
I lean closer, taking a slight breath. His smell is deeper, warmer here. I wonder what he tastes like.
Only one way to find out.
Tentatively, I lap at his cockhead and yeah—he tastes just as good as I thought. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get my mouth around him, but he grabs at my neck to press me closer and I relax my jaw. The stretch of his cock in my mouth makes my eyes well up. My jaw is stretched to the limit he isn’t even touching my throat. I’m glad he doesn’t try—he knows my limits.
Quickly, I cover my teeth with my lips and relax, but he doesn’t move. I glide my hands down into his open jeans, gripping his bare ass tight. With the other, I gently cup his balls in my palm, squeeze the delicate skin there lightly.
Finally, he starts thrusting into my mouth and I close my eyes. Arousal is thrumming through me now, just from doing this for him. I didn’t think it would, but I’ve learned a lot about myself in the past day. Why not this, too?
Tyler suddenly yanks me off him by the hair and I quickly open my eyes to find out what I did wrong. Instead of seeing discomfort—or worse, disappointment—on his face, I see carnal pleasure.
“Lay back,” he growls, releasing my neck and hair and lightly shoving against my sternum until I’ve fallen into place. He grabs at the front of the shirt I’m wearing, following with a sharp movement that rips it open, buttons flying everywhere. He leaves it on me, open and my nipples peak at both the swirling air and the intense look he’s giving me.
He wraps a hand around his red cock and starts to stroke himself, furiously. He’s dripping, both with precum and my own spit. My chin feels damp and I raise a hand to wipe off the spit that’s ran down. His hiss of “don’t move!” makes me freeze.
That’s not the only place I’m damp, I’m so turned on that my leggings are probably damp. I want to press the heel of my hand against myself, take of the needy edge that’s rising within but I don’t. I listen.
Tyler’s face is twisted in pleasure as he suddenly orgasms, hot stripes of come painting my stomach and breasts. He takes a moment to compose himself and I watch the expressions that cross his face. He opens his eyes slowly, giving himself a final squeeze and me a lazy smile. A moment later and he’s kneeling at the foot of the bed, gripping my knees and pulling me close.
“Now,” he rasps “how about I return the favor?”
Chapter 10
Prologue
~Carissa~
If someone had told me when I first drove into Montana that this is where I would live for the rest of my life, I wouldn’t have believed them. I certainly wouldn’t have believed them if they told me that the man I would marry, the man who would father my children, would be a ex-CIA agent turned mountain man.
I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Tyler’s CIA contacts came through and I gave my
pictures over. His friend Jason kept us up to date via the sat phone about the investigation and take down of the human trafficking ring I’d inadvertently run across. The dirty cops were also found out and all are put away for a very long time. After that, our lives quieted down considerably.
I decided to stay up in the mountains with Tyler—I left for a month or so to take care of the logistics of making such a drastic life change but I came right back, and I brought a surprise.
I was pregnant.
Tyler was thrilled and I’ll admit, I was nervous to tell him. Instead of being upset or feeling trapped, he asked me to marry him. So we got married in a small ceremony in town. Thankfully, not the same town as the one with the dirty cops and gas station that I remember so vividly, even seven years later. No, there was a closer town on the other side of the mountain that Tyler and I visit to trade goods and purchase necessities for us and our three children.
Today, our children were at the small school in town while we enjoyed some alone time. Every month, our kids visit the school to talk to the local teacher and soon to collect homework.
I love my children, but these days of just Tyler and I are ones I cherish.
“What are you thinking about?” Tyler whispers into my hair as he lays behind me in bed.
“Our children,” I happily respond.
He’s silent for a moment. “Me too.”
“Yeah? What about?”
“Do you want more?” He spoke so fast, I thought I misheard.
“More children?” I ask. “Yes, of course yes?”
Tyler laughs happily in my ear and presses against my shoulders. I happily roll onto my stomach as he starts to nibble at the nape of my neck. Over the years, I’ve realized just how obsessed he is with my skin. He loves to leave love nibbles across my neck, bruises on my breasts and hips. My pale skin is the perfect canvas for his mouth and I wear the marks proudly.
I feel his cock rapidly filling against my ass and playfully thrust back against him.
He grunts in pleasure and sits back, gripping my hips. Knowing what’s coming, I brace my elbows on the bed and am not disappointed as he slams home. The pace he sets is brutal and I know that we’ll be going all day. I won’t come this first time, but he’ll more than make it up to me later. In a way, I’m glad. When we were conceiving our younger two children, the same thing happened. He fucked me fast and hard and I could feel his release so easily inside me.
The same thing happens now and Tyler collapses against my back, gasping into my shoulder. “So,” he pants. “Think I fucked another baby into you?”
I can’t help but laugh, he sounds so smug! “Well, I should hope so.”
Carefully he eases himself out of me and I roll over until I’m staring up into his handsome face. He’s grown out his beard, and it’s threaded with silver now. The creases on his face have multiplied too, but these are laugh and smile lines. He’s smiling now, bending to kiss me. I stroke his beard and smile gently at him.
“Let’s go again,” he says.
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh really? You sure you’re up for it, old man?” I can’t help it—I love to tease him! He lets me see his sense of humor so much more now than in the early days. As he told it to me, he was still getting over a lot of the shit that happened to him when he was with the CIA. He tells me that I helped him heal.
“Oh, I’ll show you old!” Tyler exclaims and rolls us over so that I’m perched on top of him. Throwing my head back, I laugh aloud before reaching down to kiss my husband again.
~The End~
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Chapter 1
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Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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