by Rye Hart
“Don’t worry, I’m hopping around,” she said.
“How does it feel?” I asked.
“Not terrible but not good,” she said. “I’ll live.”
“Let me get a cup of coffee and a shower and I’ll wrap it back up.”
“Please, let me make you breakfast.”
She said it so fast, I almost didn’t understand her. I watched her dark blue eyes widen, almost like she was begging me, and that was when I realized how rigid and closed off I had been with her. I studied her body for the very first time, taking in the supple curves of her form while her blonde hair fell down her back.
Despite myself, I felt my dick twitch in response to her. “If you’d like to cook breakfast, that’s fine,” I said.
“Wait, really?” she asked.
“Really. But you sure you’ll be up to it? With your ankle?”
“Oh, yeah. I’ve endured worse.”
I watched a strange expression cross her face before she smiled a tight-lipped grin. She cleared her throat before she picked up another coffee mug and proceeded to pour me a cup. She slid it across the kitchen island and I caught it. The smile that slid across her lips warmed a place inside of me I hadn’t touched in almost two years.
“How do you feel about shrimp and grits?” she asked.
“I suppose it’s almost lunchtime,” I said.
“I’m just glad you got some decent sleep,” she said.
I watched her posture tighten and that was when she confirmed my fears. She did hear my nightmare that first night, which meant I had woken her up with it. I sipped on my coffee, trying to fight the urge to flee from the situation. No matter how much it sucked to stick out shit like this or how much I convinced myself I needed to be alone, until we could get through this situation, I needed to compromise.
And that meant talking a little to this whirlwind of a woman.
I stood back and watched her cook like she’d been doing it all her life. She searched for seasonings for the shrimp while she turned them in the pan, leaving the grits to bubble slowly on the backburner of the stove top. She added a bit of cheese to give the grits a kick and then she started pouring it into bowls I’d handed her while the shrimp finished searing off.
She topped the shrimp onto the thickened grits and handed me my bowl and, I had to admit, it smelled phenomenal. I pulled out a drawer and got us a couple of spoons. Then, we leaned against the counter and began to eat.
The food tasted pretty good but the look of pride on her face made it much better.
“Could I ask you something?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said, trying to take Callen’s advice and not be a dick.
“Are you going for the whole shaggy-dog thing or do you just not know how to trim yourself up?” she asked.
I looked over at her and couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I was just thinking about how I was getting a little shaggy, yes,” I said.
“If you want, once you’re done eating, I could help. I picked up a few things from my friend Gwen.”
“The hairdresser,” I said.
“So, you were listening?” she asked, grinning.
“Yes. I was. To all of it.”
Her eyes connected with mine before she spooned some grits between her lips and the glimmer in her eye was unmistakable. She was unlike any other person I’d ever come into contact with and I couldn’t help but feel honored just to be in her presence. I found myself wishing I was a different person. A different man from the one I’d turned into. The romance I could pour over her and the heights of pleasure I could bring her to would’ve swirled her mind and rendered her speechless.
She was the kind of woman that deserved all those things. She didn’t deserve to chisel away at a broken man’s crumbling walls.
“So, you want to cut my hair?” I asked.
“And trim up that beard. Something tells me you don’t want to shave it but it does need to be cleaned up.”
“You’re right on that part,” I said as I fingered the hair on my face. “And it grows so far up my face. It’s odd.”
“I realized that yesterday when we were talking. Plus, it would be a way for us to pass the time since we’re sort of stuck here until the weather lets us out.”
“Getting bored already?” I asked.
“I mean, who doesn’t want a bum ankle while being in a small cabin with two feet of snow piling up outside?” she asked.
“And you learned how to do this from your friend,” I said.
“My best friend.”
“Yes, yes. How could I have forgotten that part?”
“I don’t know but we can work on that memory, too,” she said, giggling.
The sound alone was enough to relax my bones. Unlike the high-pitched giggles many women had, hers were filled out with low notes that vibrated through my ribcage. Her giggle started off a bit breathless but those low tones kicked in and it felt like someone was pouring liquid velvet all along your ears. I stood there watching her while we finished the food she’d made and then she proceeded to stack all the dishes in the sink.
“I can get that,” I said.
“Nope, I’ve got it,” she said. “Go get yourself a chair, a towel, your shampoo and conditioner, and a pair of scissors.”
“I didn’t realize I’d agreed to this,” I said.
“You did,” she said, winking.
“I’m not sure if this is a good idea,” I said.
“What? We don’t have anything else better to do and you just said you felt you were looking a bit haggard.”
“Haggard and shaggy are two different things.”
She just stared at me until I grinned.
“If you want me to clean you up a bit, I’ll need a razor, too, if you have one.”
“Nope,” I said. “I don’t have one of those but I do have an electric shaver.”
“Does it have the straight edge tip or is it one of those that has those three circular shaving things?” she asked.
“It’s a straight edge tip. I’ll bring it with me.”
I went to gather up the things she requested while she washed the dishes. I brought everything from my bathroom and set it beside her and the sink. Then I picked up a chair I had in my bedroom and brought it out. She scooted the chair right in front of the sink before she turned on the water. Then she motioned for me to sit.
“Come on. I don’t bite,” she said.
I sat down and leaned my head back while the water poured over my hair. She took her time, her soft fingers massaging my scalp while she shampooed me. I closed my eyes and allowed the warm water to rush over me and her ministrations along my scalp lulled me into a relaxed state. She washed and conditioned my hair before she turned off the water. Then she dried my hair off with the towel before she wrapped it around my shoulders.
With a steady hand and a concentrated eye, she got to work. Small chunks of hair fell around my shoulders and I could feel the mental fog being lifted from my mind. It was like I had been hiding behind my hair while I hid in this cabin and, with each chunk of hair that fell from my head, a little more of me was revealed. She trimmed my hair until the longest part of it sat half an inch above my ear. Then, she moved in front of me and surveyed her work.
The smile that crossed her lips was worth the anticipation of how she was going to make me look.
She took the towel from around my shoulders and dumped it out into the trash. I could hear her fiddling with the plug beside the sink while she tried to strike up the electric shaver. I had to admit, I was a little nervous about her attacking my beard. Even in its thick and uneven state, I’d really grown to enjoy it.
But once she got the shaver plugged in and the towel back around my shoulders, she picked up the scissors again.
Little by little, she went around and trimmed my beard. Some chunks were bigger than others but she wasn’t cutting all the way down to my skin. She moved around to the underside of my neck and really started to go to town and
that was when I pulled away from her.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m not getting rid of your beard. But you are a hairy beast. For your beard to be even, I have to clean up your neck completely.”
I looked into her eyes before I nodded my head and she got back to work.
I knew it was shorter but I honestly couldn’t feel a difference. I could look down and see all the hair on the towel but it wasn’t like I could feel a draft on my chin or anything. She picked up the electric razor and turned it on, the sound roaring to life as I jumped.
She eyed me curiously for a second before she dipped down in front of me.
“Lift up your chin,” she said.
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. The shaver touched my chin and I could feel the skin on my neck growing smoother. She came all the way around, cleaning up the edges of my beard with a steady hand and a keen eye. She worked around the globe of my chin, edging out the last of the uneven hair that was beginning to curl in on itself. Every once in a while, I could feel her breath pulsing against my face and I found myself closing my eyes and taking in its warmth.
After about twenty minutes, the electric shaver shut off and she surveyed her work.
She took the towel from around my shoulders and dumped it out into the trash. The water turned on as my hand migrated to my face but she stuck her hand out and grabbed my wrist before I could. I looked up at her before she started wringing out the towel in the sink. Then, she brought the warm cloth to my face and began to clean me up.
“Don’t want you getting stray hairs on your hands,” she said.
Her eyes danced around my features, taking in all the edges to make sure they were even, I guessed. I’d never put this kind of time into what I looked like, so I was honestly unsure as to why she was. But she was right. It was a good way to pass the time.
And I could tell by the sparkle in her eye that she was proud of herself.
She tossed the towel behind my head before her hands cupped my cheeks. She tilted my face from side to side, her eyes following along a steady line. I had no idea what she was trying to look at or what she was trying to measure, but two things were clear: she was very close and her touch felt very nice.
Her eyes connected with mine and she smiled. She allowed her fingertips to flow through my beard and, in an instant, I felt my blood beginning to heat up. Her touch was so kind—something I hadn’t experienced in years—and I became painfully aware of how close her lips were to mine.
Her gaze settled and I watched her eyes darken. Before I knew it, our faces were gravitating toward each other.
Our lips connected in a fervent kiss and suddenly the whirling of my mind stopped.
In that moment, there was nothing. There was no cabin and no snowstorm. There was no military and no past. There were no nightmares, no fear, and there sure as hell was no memory of a haircut. I felt her lips move against mine, massaging mine to life as I pressed my face closer to hers.
I stood up from my seat and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her body into mine while my lips devoured hers.
She was water and I was fire. I was raging out of control and she was doing everything she could to keep me at bay. I felt her moan against my lips as our tongues connected for the first time. My body backed her into the kitchen island and I pinned her between myself and the edge.
I planted my hands on the counter behind her while her hands raked through my hair.
In that moment, nothing was more important than her. Sparks that hadn’t flown in years ignited a raging forest fire that burned throughout my bones. I could feel her hands tugging at my shirt, the buttons coming undone before she splayed her lusciously soft hands out along my skin.
She curled her fingertips into the hair of my chest and I scooped her up and started down the hallway with her.
I was going to allow myself to lose control. I was going to give myself permission to indulge in a woman I didn’t deserve. For the first time since that fucking deployment, I was going to allow myself to be happy.
Even if it was only temporary.
CHAPTER 12
WHITNEY
The way he picked me up in his arms was effortless. He carried me down the hallway with our lips still intertwined and every single part of me was electrified. He carried me into his room and laid me lightly on the bed. Then his heated gaze hooked onto mine for just a split second.
I reached up and ran my fingertips through his beard. His hair was so soft, his skin so warm. His lips encompassed mine again while my hands rounded his neck and, suddenly, I was parting my legs for him as he settled between them.
I could feel him fighting, volleying between keeping his composure and letting himself loose. I could hear him taking deep breaths, trying to quell the rising flood of energy in his body while his muscles twitched underneath every single touch. I moved his flannel button-down from his shoulders before my hands raked across his back and, in an instant, he was peeling my clothes off.
Jeans and underwear and shirts got tossed to the side. His lips were on my neck, my chest, and around my tits while his hand ran down my leg. The passion his body contained was unlike anything I’d ever felt in my life and, soon, I could feel his cock rising against my skin. It was thick and pulsing, begging for entrance while Liam’s lips suckled red welts upon my skin. I ran my hands through his hair while his lips traveled downward, kissing all the way to my toes before he got up onto his knees.
The chiseled body he hid underneath his clothes took my breath away. His abdomen rippled and his arms pulsed. There was a vein bulging in his forearm while his eyes took in my naked body. I could feel my arousal sliding down the crack of my ass, begging for any part of him to touch me where I wanted him most.
He was staring at me like I was his prey and it was time he finally relented to the animal inside of him.
“Take me,” I said breathlessly.
His eyes connected with mine and, for a split second, I thought he was going to flee. I saw the war raging behind his eyes as the peridot sparkle I’d come to enjoy faded into a stormy blue sea. Darkness was coming as it engulfed his features and, soon, his hands were planted beside my head while he hovered over me.
“Don’t ask for something you can’t handle,” he said.
I rose up and caught his lips with mine. His hand came up and cupped my cheek. My tongue slowly prodded to find the tip of his. His hand slid down my chest, massaging my tit as I moaned into his mouth and, soon, his strong, sinewy arm was wrapped around my back and holding me flush against his body.
“Please,” I said, whispering.
In an instant, I was off the bed. My back was against the wall and he was pinning me there, his lips devouring my neck. I could feel myself spilling into my pussy folds, my body trying desperately to hold itself back until he granted me what I wanted. His chest was strong and his lips were hot. His skin pulled a red tint from the confines of my body while I wrapped my legs around his waist. I didn’t care about the pain in my ankle and I didn’t care about the weather outside. I didn’t care that we didn’t know one another and I sure as hell didn’t care that I wouldn’t see him again after this.
All I cared about was the fire being stoked behind my pelvis. A fire I hadn’t felt in years.
“Please fuck me.”
His eyes connected with mine and, slowly, he lined himself up with my entrance. I held my breath, scared to utter another word lest he punish me with loneliness. His thick cock penetrated my folds and my juices spilled out onto his skin. The grin that slid across his cheeks was nothing short of devilish.
The Guardian of Lust was taunting me and I was playing right into his hand.
He slid into me effortlessly before he set a relentless pace. He hooked his strong arm underneath the crook of my leg, folding the knee of my bad ankle toward my chest. He pried my body open for him while our foreheads connected and his dick throbbed against my walls while he split me in two. Never in my life had I felt a man so deep within me
and it took all the strength I had not to come on his cock right then and there.
We groaned together while he slicked his cock with my juices.
Without another word spoken, he pulled me from the wall and sat me on top of a small dresser. I leaned back onto my forearms and rolled my hips into him, arching myself for his pleasure while his lips tackled my swollen tits. He lapped and flicked my nipples, rising them to heights I’d never known them to have. He tugged at them, shooting a bit of pain through my body that clenched my pussy around his cock.
He grunted at the sensation while his hands pressed firmly into my lower back.
He sank himself into me again and again while my legs dangled helplessly off the side. His beard tickled my skin and his lips continued to mark me. There wasn’t an inch of skin he was going to leave unkissed. I felt his dick growing bigger within me and I knew if he got any bigger, he’d stretch me like it was my first time.
“Liam. Yes. Please.”
His eyes lifted and connected with mine and all his movements ceased. He was seated within me, holding my hips close to him while my arms trembled. Slowly, he encompassed my lips with his and pulled me from the dresser, his dick still not separating from me as he laid me back down on the bed.
He spread my hair out on the pillow before he cupped my cheek. His thumb grazed over my skin like he was taking in every single feature I had to offer. He was the most beautiful and compassionate man I’d ever encountered and any ounce of fear I might’ve had toward this situation was obliterated the moment his eyes began to lighten.
Slowly, his hips began to roll again. He drew breathless pants from me while he moved and his hand slowly traveled down my stomach. I locked my legs around his hips while he picked up his pace and my fingernails ran up and down the meat of his arms.
The moment his fingertips parted my pussy folds, he rose up and threw my legs over his shoulders.
In an instant, my body was electrified. He pounded into my hips while his abs flexed for my viewing pleasure and I could feel his fingertips playing with my swollen clit. I could hear his cock sloshing in and out of my entrance while sweat began to drip down Liam’s brow and all I could do was dig my nails into his strong thighs and hang on for the ride.