Broken Soldier_A Lost Hearts Novella_Novella One

by Blue Saffire

I relax my body and start to slow wine on his face. I dance to the rhythm he has set with his fingers, tongue, and lips. He plucks my body to the perfect crescendo, sending me gushing all over his face.

  My legs weaken, my hands grasp his thighs beneath me. His arm bands around me, bringing me down into his lap. I feel him press against my folds and start to rock on instinct. I can feel his heat searing through his boxers.

  I catch my breath, while he kisses my neck and kneads my breasts. His hand clasps beneath my chin turning my face to his. He thoroughly devours my face just like he did my pussy. I nearly come again from the kiss alone.

  I can taste myself on his lips and tongue. He makes sure of it, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched. He searches my cavern with precision.

  I want nothing more than to remove the fabric separating us and ride him until I can’t anymore, but my inner freak has other plans. She feels challenged by Parker and who am I to tell her not to claim what’s hers.

  I break away from the kiss, reaching to free him from his boxers. He lifts his hips to help me push them down and away. That’s when I feel his body stiffen. It’s as if he’s just realizing what he’s done.

  I understand right away. His left leg has scar tissue running up the side and along some of the front. The man I’ve seen as perfect from the first time I laid eyes on him in the flesh, is actually flawed.

  My mind goes into overdrive. As hot as it gets in Texas, Parker always has on a long sleeve shirt. If he rolls up his sleeves, it’s never on the left side, only on the right. I’ve never seen him in shorts.

  My heartaches. I get the feeling this all came from that last mission he was on with my brother. I dip my head to kiss the scarred flesh. I know in my heart that he earned them, while tried to keep my big brother safe.

  Tears try to spill over, but I fight them back. I continue to kiss a trail back up to his thigh. He starts to relax with each kiss.

  I think I surprise Parker this time. I lift my body, while staying bent in half. Almost the same position I was in when he devoured my core. I use my legs and arms to support me, as I walk up the wall behind him, positioning my face over his shaft.

  “Fuck, Baby,” Parker hisses into my folds.

  I lower my mouth onto him the same time his arms collapse around my waist and his face buries into my weeping center. I take on the challenge of Parker’s thick hardness. He has a nice length and girth. I want to giggle out loud, when I think of how pissed Toni would be to know he’s totally been out done, — and that’s saying a lot.

  Instead of allowing those foolish thoughts to distract me, I bob like my life is counting on it. I soak his dick with each pass, slurping and licking. I get bold and deep throat him a couple of times. Gagging, but too crazed with lust to care. He tastes so good, I want to suck the flavor off of him. I know it shows, when he throws his head back and groans, his arms tightening around me.

  “Shit, Lakia, I’ve never…ah, fuck,” he growls.

  I bet he’s never and never will again from anyone but me. I suck his dick like I own it. Even when my arms fail me and start to tremble, I keep going. I can feel him about to come in my mouth, but Parker flips the tables on me once again.

  He slaps my ass, hard. His erection pops free of my mouth, as I yelp. It happens so fast, one minute I’m straddling him, ass up, face down, sucking away. The next minute he’s driving into me in one deliciously rough thrust.

  I cry out, my back bowing, sending my breasts thrusting forward with a bounce. Feeling him inside me takes this all to a new level. They say to be careful what you ask for.

  Parker

  I’ve been having a pity party for one all day. It started with me drowning in memories of my fallen brothers. Then, my vision started to go in and out. Hours began to go by and I couldn’t remember how so much time went by.

  I wanted to go to Lakia hours ago, but I kept getting in my own way. Forgetting what I planned to do or not being able to see clearly. I still haven’t told her about the extent of my disabilities. I haven’t figured out how. I hate talking about it all out loud.

  However, when she didn’t run from me screaming after seeing my scars, I wanted nothing more than to claim her completely. She’s mine, whether she knows it already or not. I have no questions about it.

  I can still feel my spine tingling from her sucking my cock like it’s a prize winner sucker at a fair. I was ready to come, but I needed to get inside of her to feel her in every way. I just didn’t know that meant, entering her would be allowing her into my soul.

  From the moment I slid into her wet warmth, I could feel the connection. Even now as I guide her hips over mine and pump up into her, I feel the stirring in my chest. I reach a hand up for her ponytail, tugging her head back.

  My eyes search her face. She’s stunning, riding my cock with a look of pure ecstasy in her cola brown orbs. Her lips are parted, allowing her sweet breath to fan back into my face. I inhale her, driven by the need to taste her wine flavored mouth.

  “You’re mine,” I hiss out, thrusting up harder and harder.

  “Yes,” she whimpers, rocking me to the core.

  My fingers bite into her hair and her hip. I can feel her dripping in between my legs. My balls are soaked with her essence. I lick my lips to search out the flavor that came from that same pussy that’s drenching me. I groan when I find it. No longer able to hold back, I take her full swollen lips.

  She cries my name into my mouth, but I swallow it. Needing more, I release her hair and shift our bodies until she’s on all fours. Never once do I break our connection. My eyes remain on her ass jiggling around my stiff shaft. Her cries become louder, calling to something deep inside me.

  “You like that,” I bite out. “You’re going to come for me again.”

  It’s a command not a question. I plow through the rippling sensation her pussy is creating around my pulsing length. The foyer fills with her cries and the slapping of my hips against her thick round ass. I splay my palm over her belly, feeling that fleshy skin.

  “So damn sexy,” I groan.

  I roar with pleasure. I love a woman with curves and a real body I can hold onto. Thoughts of filling her belly hit me hard. A child made from love.

  You love her.

  Yes, I do. I think I’ve known that for a while now. This is just another way for me to express it. I pound into her from behind, as if each stroke can drill my love into her. When I feel her tense up, ready to explode all over me, I can’t hold back any longer. Her first gush forces my seed from my body right into hers.

  “Don’t move,” I breathe heavily. “I’ll get us to the bedroom as soon as I catch my breath. Don’t move an inch.”

  “Wasn’t planning on it, soldier,” she whispers sleepily.

  Lakia

  “It was a routine sweep. One minute we were all laughing and joking around, the next bullets were flying everywhere. Redding was with me after the first blast. He took a bullet to the leg, but we were together. It was the second blast that sent everything to complete shit.

  “I was so amped I didn’t know I was on fire. I was trying my best to locate your brother,” he pauses to swallow hard. “Can’t remember much else. Just waking up in the hospital, charred and fucked up in the head.”

  I close my eyes as the tears flow. I’ve been wanting so badly to know what happened out there. I wanted to know what my brother’s last moments were like, but now that I know it hurts so much more.

  I bury my face into Parker’s chest. His arms tighten around me. We’re both silent at first, while I try to smother my sobs. I sob for Myles and for Parker. I still think he’s holding back some, when it comes to the extent of his injuries.

  So much is making sense. There are times when I’ve noticed him start to limp out of the blue. This man beneath me is so strong. He’s been through so much, but acts as if he’s not struggling with not only his recovery, but the losses he took that day.

  “Baby,” he says tightly, stroking my hair. “Maybe you
should go back to your place. I’ll come by tomorrow.”

  I lift my head to look down at him. I know my disappointment registers on my face. I thought we formed a bond tonight. I had no idea he would toss me out after. Rejection starts to form into rage. I open my mouth to tell him, off, but the smirk on his face gives me pause.

  “I love the way your eyes light up when you’re pissed. It’s like a bomb about to go off,” he chuckles, lifting to take my mouth in a deep kiss. When he breaks the kiss, he runs his thumb over my lips. “I wasn’t tossing you out of my bed. I was giving you an out. I’m not much good company at the moment. You’re welcome to stay with me as long as you like if you can handle it.”

  I cup the side of his face. I feel so selfish. I’d come here for my own comfort, but I see how much he truly needs mine. I lean in to softly kiss his lips.

  “When I lo—” he cuts my words off with a hard kiss.

  “Nope, you won’t say it before I do. My daddy once told me you don’t deserve a woman that acknowledges her love for you, before you pledge yours. I know I don’t deserve you, but I sure as hell plan to act like I do. I love you, been in love with you for some time now. I love your boy too,” he says, with a gentle tone I’ve never heard him use before.

  I lower my eyes and lashes. I already knew he loves Isaac. You can see it in the way he interacts with him. I know my son loves him as well. However, hearing him profess his love for me sends my mind racing and my heart pumping.

  Parker lifts my chin. I can see he’s ready to hear the words back. Somehow, I know there the healing balm he needs to start to his full recovery. A recovery I’m sure won’t be easy, but I’m here to love him through it.

  “Because I love you, I’ll be here even when you’re not good company,” I choke out. “I’m here for you, Jake.”

  “Shit, my name sounds good on your lips. I think we should see how it sounds in a high pitch,” he teases, pouncing with a sexy rumble, coming from his chest.

  Chapter 11

  Sour Roses

  Lakia

  I’m still sweaty from my workout. I spent an extra hour in the gym and another in the gun range. Something has been nagging me about the details Parker gave about that last day with my brother. I don’t know what to think about the way I’ve been feeling. There’s just something tugging that won’t let go.

  I roll my shoulders and step out of my car. I have the key in the door, stepping inside with the mail in my hand, when I feel someone at my back. I turn ready to defend myself, only to find a grinning Toni holding up a bouquet of flowers.

  I glare at him. He begged off on Isaac yesterday for the hundredth time. I swear, I almost throat punch him for the hell of it. He turns up his smile, trying and failing to be charming. His charm failed on me a long time ago.

  “You look gorgeous. I see you decided to do something about those extra pounds, like I told you. Nice,” he purrs.

  Asshole.

  “Hey, Toni?” I say with a sugary sweet smile.

  He leans in, his eyes dropping to my lips. I smile wider leaning into him. His eyes travel to my cleavage.

  “Do you remember that time my brother told you he knew where to bury your body, where no one would find it and he’d be sure to get away with it?” I say seductively.

  He frowns. “Yeah.”

  “You know, I asked him once just how he would do it. You know Myles was always detailed and thorough and I’m a real good listener,” I wink at him.

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he hisses at me.

  “Nothing, just wanted you to know I’m working on a new book. Those details will come in handy,” I shrug, playing up an innocent, saucy smile.

  Toni’s jaw ticks, his eyes rolling over me. He steps closer, invading my space. This time I’m ready for him. He has stepped over my threshold into my property.

  Wrong move.

  “Go shower and change. I’m taking you to dinner,” he orders.

  “The hell, you are,” a voice booms behind Toni.

  The same voice that’s been sending shivers through my body night after night. Parker has a key to let himself in at night after Isaac goes to sleep. I think he has used it ever since I gave it to him.

  Toni spins on his heels, his back stiffening. “What business is it of yours?” he snarls at Parker.

  “If it involves my woman, it’s my business,” Parker says, his arms folded over his chest.

  His muscles are bulging at the sleeves of his white t-shirt. Note a short sleeve t-shirt. He stopped hiding his burns from me after that first night.

  Toni snorts. “Your woman?”

  “Never stuttered in my life,” Parker says easily.

  “Funny, I thought Kia and I had an understanding. She’s not seeing anyone other than me,” Toni seethes.

  “I never agreed to that. In fact, I told you a number of times we’re done,” I say dryly.

  Toni’s head whips in my direction, his eyes blazing with rage and hatred. He tosses the roses to the ground. His fist ball at his sides.

  “Make my fucking day and step towards her. I’ll beat the fuck out of you and drag your ass around this house, screaming like the little bitch you are. Go ahead, try me,” Parker says in a deadly warning.

  “You and that mouth just bought you a world of pain. This is my city. You’re about to learn that,” Toni fumes.

  “What’s a city to a God? You want to try me, come on. Welcome to my world,” Parker snorts.

  “Uncle Parker,” Isaac’s voice rings out. “Daddy!”

  Damn. I was looking forward to watching Parker kick Toni’s ass. Shoot.

  Chapter 12

  Pull Over

  Parker

  It’s been a long day. I had an episode during my evening class. Dr. Winsor was right about having a TA and my notes on cards. I was able to play things cool and let Shelby takeover the class.

  This shit is starting to take a physical toll on me. Headaches are becoming more frequent. I’m starting to become fatigued. I spend most nights trying to bury myself in Lakia. She wraps me in a security I never knew I needed. It rejuvenates me just when I think I can’t do it anymore.

  The sound of an incoming call fills my truck. I grin when I see Lakia’s name on the dash. She’s right on time. Just when I need her most.

  “Hey there, Baby Girl,” I answer the line.

  “Hey, Handsome. You sound tired,” her sweet voice washes over me.

  “Long day, just want to come home and pass out on the couch with you. You still plan to write tonight?”

  “Actually, Isaac went to Mama’s. I was hoping I could spend the night having a little one on one with my man,” she purrs.

  “I think that can be arranged,” I chuckle.

  “Look who’s sounding more awake already,” she giggles.

  “A man that knows what he has at home as a right to get excited about it.”

  I flick on my blinker to turn the next block, not too far from the house. That’s when the flashing lights come on behind me. I frown, there was nothing illegal about my turn and I’ve been doing the speed limit.

  “Honey, everything okay?” Lakia asks with concern.

  “Yeah, I’ll see you in just a bit,” I reply ending the call before she can ask anything further.

  I quickly dial Ryder. “Listen, I have a feeling some bullshit is about to go down. Patch into my Sync and stay on this line. Mute your phone,” I bark the orders quickly, as he answers the phone.

  Moments later, the officer that pulled me over takes his time sauntering over to my truck. I’m pissed, but I bite back my anger. I get the feeling this isn’t by far a routine traffic stop.

  “License and registration,” the officer demands gruffly.

  “Would you mind telling me the problem officer?”

  “License and registration,” he repeats.

  “Again, I’m going to ask what seems to be the problem?”

  “Mr. Parker, you might want to hand over your license an
d registration,” he growls.

  My brows shoot up. “Now who says I’m Mr. Parker? I could be a friend or his family,” I lower my voice, looking him in the eyes. “I want you to think about what you’re willing to do for a friend, how much you’re willing to lose.”

  Instead of addressing my words, he proceeds to call for back up. I shake my head. Toni just dragged his friend into a big fucking mistake. I know for a fact Ryder has the police chief on the line and he’s probably listening in on every single word.

  “Step from the vehicle, keep your hands where I can see them,” he instructs, as another squad car pulls up.

  “Only a coward sends his boys to do his work while he watches from an unmarked sedan,” I nod my head in the direction of the car I spot, as I dialed Ryder to begin with.

  “Only a coward comes into town and messes with another man’s family,” the officer snarls, now pointing his gun in my face.

  I could take him, —and the other two officers that have been dispatched,—in the blink of an eye, but I step out of the vehicle and compile. I’m in cuffs the moment I step out. I remain in cuffs, face down on the ground for longer than I care to admit. It has to be about a half hour, to forty-five minutes that goes by while these assholes bullshit around.

  Toni joins in to shoot the breeze, clearly the other two cops on the scene aren’t aware of the full situation, but they don’t protest the crap that’s going down. This shit probably would have gone on longer if not for Ryder. I hear the police commissioner personally bellowing through the dispatch line.

  I look up to see the first officer pale. The smug look on Toni’s face vanishes. I think it has just sunk in. It may be his city, but it’s my world.

  Lakia

  I pace back and forth in the driveway. I want to go out and drive around, but something tells me to stay put and wait. Parker should’ve been home by now. I heard the sirens in the background, before he hung up. He hasn’t answered any of my calls since.