“I thought the mission may appeal to you.”
Twyla would have never guessed Danu had a playful, teasing side. It came as a pleasant surprise, but a more pressing need filled her. “Danu, as much as I love it here, I need to go back.”
“Yes, fine. I understand and will let you get back to your man. There will be other opportunities for us to chat.”
“I get to come back?” A note of hopefulness filled her voice.
“Oh yes. I insist you do. There will be more training and future missions. And I will always be no farther away than a thought if you need my assistance.”
They had a nice breakfast. Although anxious to get back, Twyla knew time passed quicker here. The team wasn’t likely to even notice she’d left.
Chapter Fourteen
Leaving the back hallway of the diner, Jhett paused to watch Twyla. She tossed back her head and laughed at something Tank had said.
God, she’s so beautiful. He often took a moment to reflect on the three months since completing the mission that had brought them together. Twyla had become his world. She amazed him on a daily basis with her kind, giving heart, but she was no marshmallow. When push came to shove, Twyla fought for what she believed in and didn’t hesitate to tell him when he was wrong.
He fingered the small velvet pouch in his pocket. Tonight, when the time was right, he planned to make her a permanent part of his life. No way would he be stupid enough to let her get away. They were perfect together and he wanted her at his side always. He planned a romantic ride on the bike and making love under the stars. If his luck held, she’d say yes to his proposal. He couldn’t imagine anything better than settling down, establishing some roots and starting a family with her.
Words from a conversation off to his side caught his attention. He felt no shame for eavesdropping on the waitresses since they were talking about Twyla.
“How does a huge Amazon like her wind up with two buff hunks? I mean really, she doesn’t even wear any makeup.”
“Yup, and look at her hair. Ugh! That braid is so old-fashioned, like one of those homely girls from The Waltons.”
The two women chuckled. “It’s just not fair.”
Not fair, huh. He leaned against the wall, calm and casual for appearance’s sake, legs crossed at the ankle and his arms crossed over his chest. “Well, ladies,” okay, so he used the term loosely, “let me fill you in on her secret.”
The waitresses’ attention jerked to him in surprise, mortification at having been caught filled their expressions.
“She got two hunks because behind that wholesome exterior lurks a sexual goddess. Whew, she can wear both of us out and leave us begging for mercy. I tell ya, she is a dynamo.”
He held their rapt attention. “Can kick some ass too—beat the hell out of this tough Russian chick one time. Damn, that woman wasn’t very pretty when Twyla got done! You’ll want to make sure she doesn’t hear you talking about her. It would be a shame to see all the effort you put into making up your faces go to waste if she turned you black and blue.”
They gasped and shivered and Jhett figured he’d had enough fun for one day, but couldn’t resist a parting shot. “Never judge a book by its cover.” He nodded at the rather average-appearing cook behind the counter. “He could have a ten-inch cock and be very good at using it.”
The women glanced at the man with new appreciation gleaming in their eyes and Jhett had to bite back his laughter. Who knows, maybe the three of them would have an interesting night and possibly even find love…or not. Didn’t matter to him. He’d gotten his point across.
He moved over to the table, chuckling over their conversation.
“So Tank got his name because no one can stop him at football, Homerun was named because he never strikes out with the ladies, Hammer’s name is about kicking ass, but what about you, Mike?”
“Dodger is named for his ability to fly under the radar and never catching any flack for his wild stunts. No matter what he did, he always got out of it unscathed—dodged the bullet.”
He reached out and shook Tank’s hand. “We’re outta here, man. Thanks for lunch.”
Tank rose and pulled him into a one-armed hug. “Anytime, my friend.” Then he spoke softer so only Jhett could hear. “Good luck tonight. If she turns you down, send her my way.”
“When hell freezes over!”
His friend laughed, walked them out to the bike and gave Twyla a hug. Jhett smiled when he heard their whispered conversation.
“Hold onto him tight, baby girl. But if he ever treats you bad…”
“No worries there, Tank. I’m not letting him go and if he behaves badly, I’ll kick his ass.”
“That’s my girl.”
Jhett cleared his throat. “If you’re done copping a feel on my woman, we’re hitting the road.”
Twyla punched his arm, hard. He had to tuck his hands in his pockets to keep from rubbing the abused muscles. Damn woman packed one hell of a punch. “Don’t be a jerk,” she admonished. “You know Tank’s like a brother to me.”
“Well, hell. That sucks!” Tank teased. “How about a distant kissing cousin?” He gave her a dirty grin, earning a punch for himself. “Ouch, I was only joking,” he said while rubbing his biceps.
Jhett pulled Twyla close and they shared a searing kiss. “Come on, honey. Let’s get going. I’ve got a surprise planned for tonight.”
“Mmm, I hope it’s a good surprise, flyboy.”
“The best, honey. Only the best for you.”
Tank groaned. “If y’all are gonna get all lovey-dovey then I’m outta here.” He walked away, waving over his shoulder. “Catch you two later.”
Chapter Fifteen
The road they traveled twisted and turned around the mountains. Summer wildflowers wilted under a smattering of gold, brown and rust-colored fall leaves shed from trees as they prepared for the coming winter. The idyllic setting created a feeling of déjà vu, almost as if she’d been here before. She shrugged it off, determined to live in the moment.
Twyla rested her head on Jhett’s broad back and wrapped her arms tighter around his waist. She loved riding on the bike with him. Between being pressed close to the warmth of his body and the vibrations rolling through her, riding made her horny. Actually, she only had to be within a mile of Jhett to be in the mood. He kept her in a perpetual state of sexual arousal.
He turned off on a side road as the sun began its descent. When they reached their destination, she climbed off the bike and stretched. The throaty roar of the motor was replaced by the equally loud and thunderous sound of rushing water. Excitement hummed through her body. Twyla remembered telling Jhett about her special spot and wondered if he’d remembered.
She shot him a quizzical glance as he moved up next to her. “Come on, honey. Let’s go see your surprise.”
They didn’t have to walk far before they reached a beautiful field, and on the other side was her waterfall. A deluge of water flowed over the rocks and into a small pool below. In the distance, the sun dipped behind the mountains, painting the misty sky in vibrant shades of gold, red and purple. The spot had a distinct feeling of peace and serenity. A private place tucked away unspoiled and safe from the rest of the world. Their own special haven.
“Oh Jhett, it’s beautiful!” The words were the barest whisper. He moved in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned into the warmth of his strong body, his heat kissing her entire length. “My happy place.”
“It’s our place, honey. I bought it.”
“You what?” She turned in his arms, cupping his handsome face in both hands. Her heart went into erratic palpitations. He’d bought her happy place…for them?
“I bought this small slice of heaven for us. Seems like the perfect place to build a house. Think Widget will be okay with moving?”
Twyla chuckled at the reminder of her cat’s attitude toward her lover. Widget still resented Jhett taking his place in her bed. No matter how hard Jhett tried to
get the cat to like him, Widget remained disagreeable. Even now, the big-hearted man thought about her fickle feline.
Such a good man!
She had the wild urge to throw herself at Jhett, knock him to the ground and devour him with voracious greed. Draw him into her until they were fused together, two becoming one. His eyes turned dark and lustful as they roved the angles of her face, drinking her in as his mouth fitted over her quivering lips. Rising up on her toes, her arms went around his neck. Their lips fused, tongues tasting, teeth nipping and she couldn’t get close enough.
The hard ridge of his erection pressed into the soft swell of her belly. Jhett’s fingers spread over her ass, pulling her in tighter. They clung to each other until her patience snapped. Twyla needed him, longed to be filled with the heat of his shaft, completed.
Jhett was drawn in by Twyla’s heavy-lidded eyes, seduced by her anxious need. Tugging at their clothes, they stripped away the layers. The crisp mountain air didn’t cool the frenzied need, if anything it intensified. They rushed toward culmination, which is not at all what he planned. He fought his body. Jhett wanted this to be perfect and had to slow down. He broke the kiss and they both gasped.
“Hang on, honey. Let me get a blanket.”
Pulling away from her turned out to be harder than he’d anticipated. It took tremendous effort, but he managed to separate their tangled limbs and get to the bike. The darn thing had supplies strapped to every available surface. He’d brought a tent, sleeping bags and other supplies for a night in the wilderness, but all that would have to wait. He grabbed a soft blanket and spread it out at her feet.
Twyla made her dissatisfaction apparent with a perturbed scowl and her rigid stance, her hands fisted on her hips. “Are you done setting the scene yet, because I’m dying to get laid here?”
Jhett tossed back his head and laughed. He couldn’t help it. She looked so fierce and determined then comes out with a zinger of a side-splitting statement. “Yeah, honey, I’m done. Now scoot your sweet ass over here and let me make love to you.”
She froze. Oh boy, he’d gone and said it. They never called it making love. Both of them had skirted the “L” word since he’d said it at Stark, and he had no idea why. Their love for each other was obvious.
Her pout intensified and she huffed, “I want to fuck!”
Before her intention became clear, she stepped forward and swept his legs out from under him. Jhett landed with a loud whoosh as the air was forced from his lungs. She gave him no time to recover. Twyla moved over him, straddling his hips. She swooped forward, sealing their lips together in one hell of a kiss that blew his mind.
Her hips began to rock, rubbing her slick folds over his erection. The puffy lips of her pussy flowered, opening to envelop more of his length as she covered him with the liquid fire of her arousal. She grabbed his hands and he allowed her to pin his wrists to the blanket. “You can have slow later, flyboy. Right now I want hard and fast, raw and carnal.”
On the next pass she rocked forward until the bulbous head of his cock lined up with her entrance then slammed her weight down, sheathing him in her tight clasp and moaning. Twyla let go of his hands and flattened her palms on his chest to support her movements. Strong legs closed on his hips as she lifted almost all the way off him only to slam back down even harder. Her clit ground against his pelvic bone as their flesh met with a wet slap.
“Jesus, honey.”
He grasped her hips in an attempt to slow her down, but she would not relinquish control. Each rapid thrust made her breasts jiggle and bounce, enticing him. Jhett answered the seductive call, rising up on his elbows to suckle her swollen nipples.
“Ah, yes,” she cried and increased the frantic pace. “Yes!” Up and down, she rose and fell, riding him for her gluttonous pleasure. God, she was killing him but what a way to go.
“That’s it, Twyla. Take what you need. Fuck me.”
She panted as her body tensed, paused then shuddered. The walls of her pussy convulsed around his cock, milking his shaft, demanding the release he held back. He watched her face contort as she flew apart, screaming his name until her voice turned raw. It was the most delightful sound he’d ever heard.
Twyla barely withheld the words she yearned to say. Her heart wanted to shout her love to the world, but she was afraid. Would stating it aloud change everything? She’d never been in love before or made such a declaration. Perhaps in the past, but not in this lifetime. The very idea made her tremble inside, so instead, she gave herself over to the rapture that catapulted her body to the heavens, soaring on a long rolling wave of satisfaction. It felt so good and right. Perfect.
As she floated back down, his mouth found hers. Jhett leisurely nipped at her lips, his tongue slipping past them to tease her, reigniting her passion, but this time in a slow simmering blaze. She welcomed his kiss, stroked the velvety softness of his tongue with hers. Their lips moved in fluid brushes she found both soothing and arousing.
“My turn.”
With tender care, he reversed their positions, rolling her under him on the blanket. As she glanced at the sky, Twyla gasped. Night had settled around them and created a dazzling display of bright twinkling stars sprinkled liberally across the dark heavens. She wondered if anyone else was doing the same thing, making love under the stars, enjoying the freedom they too often took for granted, thanks in part to soldiers like Jhett—men and woman who gave of themselves to defend the liberties of all.
And what the fuck was she doing getting all sentimental when a gorgeous man was prepared to worship her body. Sheesh, she was turning soft or something. Twyla decided that information would remain her secret. She had a reputation to uphold, after all.
“Are you gonna get on with it already or what? Keep me waiting here—”
Jhett handled her rant with aplomb. The wicked devil feathered the most wonderful kisses over her lips, then her eyelids, and even placed a delicate peck on the tip of her nose. Lord, if she didn’t love him by now, she’d fall head over heels with him tonight as, without words, he showed how much he cherished her.
She arched her neck, granting him complete access to the vulnerable column, her blood heating as he trailed kisses down to her collarbones. His warm tongue made a damp sweep into the hollow of her throat before taking a slow journey over each arm, teeth nibbling on her fingertips and returning to her chest.
Twyla writhed beneath him. Fire arced through her veins and cream coated the folds of her sex. “Jhett, I need…”
“Mmm…” he murmured into the upper swell of her breast. “This isn’t about what you need, honey. You had your turn and now it’s mine.”
Oh shit! He intended to torture her, keep her in suspense, hanging on the edge. Why had her heart chosen such an evil, devious man?
“Relax, honey. We have all night.”
“All night?” Yup, he planned to make her suffer. Well, two could play that game. Knowing how much he loved dirty talk, Twyla saw a light at the end of the tunnel. She would get him so hot and horny he’d give in to what they both wanted.
“I want your cock buried deep inside me. Fuck, I need that. Bad! Slamming into me hard until hot cum drenches us both. Please, I need to come!”
He didn’t deviate from the excruciating, slow pace so she upped the ante. “God, the way your thick shaft forces my tight pussy to accept all of you. Ohhhh, yes.” Twyla took her breasts into her hands, massaging the full globes, offering her nipples to his warm mouth. “Just think of my muscles clamping down, my pussy sucking at your cock, holding you inside.”
Fuck, she wanted that. All of it. This whole sex-talk thing may just backfire on her. She was turning herself on, voice growing raspy, panting for breath, but Jhett never faltered. He seemed unaffected but had to be hurting since he had yet to climax.
“Thrusting your hips, powering into me, your cock dragging along my walls, creating the most extraordinary friction. My hips bucking, meeting your thrusts, our bodies grinding together, crying out f
or more. My back arching, anxious for the abrasive brush of your chest hair on my aching nipples.”
He moaned and Twyla was ready to jump for joy. Finally, a sign her words had an effect.
“Keep going, honey. This is getting good.”
Getting good? “Ugh! Jhett Ramsey, would you just fuck me already? I’m dying here.”
He had the nerve to lift his head from her belly and laugh.
“Fine,” she harrumphed. “Don’t forget…paybacks are a bitch.”
“I look forward to every minute!”
Twyla desired nothing more than to strangle him, but she tried turning on the charm instead. Whenever her brothers became irritating and she complained to her mother she’d heard about using honey to catch flies. Her father would ramble on about needing to learn how to win friends and influence people. She had plenty of friends, thank you very much. What she wanted was for her lover to get with the program.
Since sarcasm was more her style, she had to ponder the problem. How does one go about charming a lover into getting it on? She tried putting syrupy sweetness in her voice. “Jhett?”
“Hmm?” he mumbled, lips vibrating against the skin of her inner thigh.
Meeting his gaze, she fluttered her eyelashes. At least, she hoped she did.
“Got something in your eye, honey?”
Shit! “No, I’m fine. More than fine, actually,” she purred. “Your lips feel so good. Lord, you get me so hot all I can think of is getting you inside me.”
“Soon, honey.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck! She sucked at charming. She threw her arms over her head, huffing out an exasperated breath. “Damn it, flyboy! What the hell’s it going to take for me to get your cock pounding into my pussy?”
“Patience.”
“Fuck patience,” she snarled. “How do I get it now?” Twyla scooted down the blanket, trying to get those sexy lips where she needed them, on her clit instead of her leg. The jerk merely laughed and slid with her.
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