Intensity

by Aliyah Burke

  Chapter Six

  Her scream tore from her lips as Grey fucked her. Sarah dug her fingers into his powerful shoulders as he continued to pump his hips. She lay on the dresser in the room, naked, as he stood over her.

  She opened her eyes and found him watching her. His stare intense and bordering on feral. He dipped his head, and she moaned with pleasure as he took her nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth and nipping it lightly.

  She flexed her muscles around him and got a growl in return. He’d not said much since they’d gotten back to the room, but she didn’t need words. His touch. His kisses. His cock. He pulled back and gripped her hips, lifting her higher, so the angle altered.

  Shit! Body thrumming with passion, she wasn’t sure how much more she could take of this.

  He took her hand and put it on her clit. She didn’t need more instruction and worked it as he continued stroking deep inside her. Her toes curled, and warmth began to spread throughout her body.

  “Come on my cock,” he ordered, voice deep with passion. Her body complied even when she wasn’t sure she could.

  She’d not finished when he shot his cum inside her. Thick ropes filled her, and she turned her head to the side, lower lip captured in her teeth as she moaned yet again. Without pulling out, he lifted her and carried her over to their bed and placed her on the mattress.

  “I want your cock,” she said.

  “You’re getting it.”

  “No. In my mouth. I want to suck you, Grey.” God, her nipples drew tight just thinking about him filling her mouth as she worked his length. Her pussy clenched, and she jerked a bit against him.

  He pulled out, and she pointed to the bed.

  He climbed on, and she crawled up between his spread legs. His cock, still hard, jutted up from the nest of black hair. She could see their combined juices on him, making him slick. Dragging her tongue along her lips, she moved closer. He watched her, his aquamarine gaze burning into her. She focused on the cock before her.

  Flicking out her tongue, she lapped up the length before reaching the crown. Their mixed flavors coated her taste buds. His was an addictive taste she’d never get enough of. Again and again, she licked, focusing on his shaft, leaving the head alone until she’d cleaned off everything else. Pushing up slightly, she opened her mouth and took him in. Circling the large mushroom head, she began bobbing her head, taking more and more of him until he hit the back of her throat. Even then, she didn’t stop; she kept going.

  Playing with his sac, she ran her nails lightly along it. His shudder was what she’d been after. She wanted him to lose control. Wanted to feel his cum shooting into her. She’d learned how to get what she wanted, and soon, her wish had come, and she swallowed everything he released.

  “My turn,” he said, turning her so her pussy covered his face.

  αβ

  “We need to leave,” she said, trailing her hand down his chest, his hair tickling her palm.

  “Why, exactly?” His voice rolled off his tongue and straight to her synapses, kicking them up, again, with the deep, slow, unhurried drawl.

  She curved closer to him, soaking up every moment she could have with him. Nothing so fanciful in her mind, like a happily ever after. I don’t know why he would want me. Her thought wasn’t a self-deprecating one or because she didn’t think she had anything to offer; she just wasn’t a believer in forevers. Yet I’ve been married to him for nearly eleven years.

  “You promised we would go to their party.” She patted his torso, taking the time to appreciate the rippled muscles beneath her fingertips. “I’ll meet you down there.”

  “Meet me?” He looked down at her.

  She rolled away and climbed off the bed. “Yes, meet you. I’m capable of making my way down alone.” She needed some time to regroup.

  He rose up on his elbows, the white sheet a stark difference to his tanned—and chiseled—torso. “How long?”

  She arched a brow and turned away. “Don’t start.” Sarah moaned as her body protested the slightest moment.

  “Sore, baby?” His question rang softly in her ear.

  “Stop smirking.” She walked—more like shuffled—off to her bag and dug out a clean outfit. “Go. Mingle.”

  He robbed her of any breath with his kiss. Her legs remained weak, even after he took a quick shower and left her alone. She went and took her own shower, body relishing the heated massage working its magic on her sore muscles.

  She leisurely dried off with a large, fluffy towel before dressing. Barefoot, she padded out on the balcony, phone in hand, sat on a chaise, and waited for her call to be answered.

  “Hello, Captain.”

  She smirked, her strain instantly lessened. “Captain.”

  “Where are you?” Shea’s voice was soft and totally unlike the person she portrayed in uniform—the no-nonsense Marine Captain pilot.

  “Malaysia.” She stared at her fingernails, short and unpolished.

  “You’re OCONUS? Where’d the Admiral take you this time and how long are you there for?”

  She closed her eyes. “I’m not with him.”

  Shea hmmed. “Well, you go home to Georgia when you have leave, so why is my best friend hanging in Maylasia? And why am I not there soaking up the sun with you?”

  “I’m”—she crossed her ankles—“not alone. I’m on Tioman Island.”

  “You’re not— Are you shittin’ me? Oh my God! Wait one.” A door slammed, and silence descended. The sound of a drink being opened hit her eardrums. “Okay, I’m ready now. I needed liquid fortification for this. Fill me in.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Remember the guy I mentioned,” she began.

  “You mean the one you’ve been pining over since we got our first frock?”

  Longer is more like it, but yes, we’re going to go with that. But I digress. “That’s the one.”

  “I so need more deets than that. So, how did you re-meet him, and what the hell did he do to get you to head off to an island near Malaysia with him for however long you’re there for?”

  She opened her eyes and narrowed them. “What makes you think I didn’t come here on my own?”

  “Please,” she scoffed. “Do we need to revisit the fact you go home? That’s it, no trips or anything of the sort. Until this man. So, we’ve established he’s a rock star in bed. I’m assuming he’s hot as fuck. And despite you saying you’re not alone, you don’t usually pick men up while at a place.”

  “I’m not sure how you get to these assumptions.”

  “Because you were on a self-imposed drought for two years. Two years!”

  “You say it like that makes it all clear.”

  “For me, it does, Mallery. For him to be the one you break that with says everything to me. We’re around plenty of men. You could have your pick, not to mention when you’re out globetrotting, I’m sure you’re meeting some hot guys. You don’t take them up on it. So, that brings us back to this guy. Who is he?”

  She pushed up from the lounge and went to the railing. Leaning on the cool wood, she stared out over the expansive grounds of the resort. “He’s my husband.”

  Dead silence met her assertion. She drew the phone away from her ear and checked to make sure the call hadn’t dropped.

  “Shea? You there?”

  “Husband?”

  “Yes.” Even if she wasn’t sure for how much longer that was the case.

  “I’m going to go out on a limb here and be the bigger person over the fact you never told me you were married, or the fact I’ve never met him. Have I?”

  “I haven’t told anyone. Other than him, you’re the only one who knows. Well, the preacher who married us.”

  “Are you ashamed of him?”

  She raked a hand through her hair. “No, but I’m not the right woman for him.”

  “Not the right woman.” Shea spoke slowly as if Sarah didn’t speak English, and she was trying to talk to her. Enunciating each word.

  Pacing th
e balcony, she filled her friend in on the call she’d overheard and the fact she’d been after a divorce ever since.

  To her surprise, Shea laughed.

  “What’s so funny?” Sarah posed the question.

  “You, who are in such control, at all times, are thrown by this man. And a man from your hometown. Hell, I think I need to go there and check out the crop if this one has gotten to you so much. You know you’re going to have to tell your mother.”

  She groaned. “Not wanting to do that in the least amount. Can’t I go back through boot or something simple?” Or Recon training?

  “Sounds like he wants to stay married. What’s wrong with shacking up alongside a hot Navy SEAL?”

  “You know how I feel about forevers, Shea.”

  “He may be different.”

  “Right, because I was just a whore he married on a whim.”

  “There’s the bitter and sarcastic bitch I was missing. Ten years, Sarah. He’s not trying to marry someone else, is he?”

  “You don’t beat around the bush.”

  “I’m too good of a friend to do that. If you wanted sugar coating, you’d go to someone else. So, go enjoy your time with him. Think about it, and I want to meet him. If you’re going to stay married to him, I’d at least like to size him up before you reach your twenty-year anniversary.”

  “I’ll see what I can do about that.”

  “You’d better. Don’t make me steal a chopper and hunt your ass down.”

  “Don’t do that. Because, then, we’d both be in jail, and no one would bail us out.”

  She laughed. “Why would you be in jail if I stole the ride?”

  “Because I’d be at your side when they came to arrest you. We go down together.”

  “When I see you again, I want to know why you didn’t tell me you were married.” She cleared her throat. “I’ll talk to you later, Sarah.” Shea was gone in the next instant.

  Sarah smiled at her phone and pushed it inside her pocket as she made her way to the door of their suite. Sandals on her feet, she left and headed out. Following the sounds of a large group, she found the people she sought.

  “Ready?” one guy called out.

  She paused and stared at Grey standing at a makeshift home plate. He held a bat in a batting position.

  “Let’s do this,” he replied.

  Baseball. Leave it to the guys to turn anything into a sport. She shook her head as she watched them play with water balloons. Grey had his hair pulled back, and as she stared at him, she saw the boyish side of him she didn’t normally see. When that ended, they switched to a real baseball game.

  He broke one and took off running for first then continued onto second. She hadn’t any clue of the rules, but whatever they were, the guys seemed content with them. She walked to an open chair and sat, stretching out her legs.

  Her eyes were drawn back to the man on second. He watched her. His eyes may have covered by sunglasses, but she had no doubt he was focused on her. Her body tingled in a way that only his gaze could create in her.

  She sat there while he went on to third then ran home. After slapping high fives with some, he hurried her side and dipped his head for a kiss.

  “How are you?”

  “Trying to figure out your rules. How did you know how far you hit it? I mean, it was a water balloon.” She tapped his wet skin with her index finger.

  “You just know.” He stole another kiss. “But, now, it’s a real game.”

  “Go play. I’ll just sit here and stare at the hot, shirtless men.”

  “That’s fine, as long as that is me.”

  She pointed behind him. “I think you’re up on defense.”

  He grinned, and her heart melted just a bit more. After running his hand along her cheek, he ran to the outfield, swiping a glove on his way.

  She passed the afternoon out there, watching them playing games and laughing. She spoke to a few of the other women but, for the most part, sat off to the side, enjoying the sun and taking in Grey playing. The resort staff brought out grills and prepared food for them.

  Sarah opened her eyes when a shadow blocked out the decreasing light of day. She found Grey standing there, holding two plates in his hand. “Hungry?”

  “Thanks.” She took one and moved her legs so he could join her on the lounge.

  The burger looked delicious and was cut in half as she was used to doing.

  “I pay attention, Sarah,” he said.

  Yeah, she was getting that. She popped a chip in her mouth and reclined back, angling her head to stare out over the water. The sun made it sparkle like diamonds had been scattered all along the surface.

  “You okay?”

  “Yes,” she said. “I’m fine.” She returned her attention to him. “You seemed to be having a lot of fun out there.”

  “I did. Didn’t used to like baseball, but one of the guys I work with does, and he got me into the game.”

  At the mention of the guys he worked with, she sobered. Grey shook his head.

  “Ten years, Sarah. Let it go, please.”

  “I didn’t say anything,” she protested.

  “You didn’t have to. Your face is extremely expressive.” A slight pause. “If you know what to look for.”

  “Which you do, I suppose,” she drolled.

  “Yes.” He ate his burger. “I have lined up to go out on a sailboat on Friday, and if there’s anything else you want to do, let me know. Like a massage or anything.”

  “You want to pay for someone to rub me down?” She sucked ketchup off her thumb, loving how his eyes darkened. “I’d rather have you do it.”

  “Sarah,” he rumbled.

  She blinked but didn’t drop his gaze. “I’m just saying it’s a way to save money. But,” she said, “if you would prefer to pay for it, so be it.”

  “Fuck that.”

  She smirked. “Okay. So, that’s Friday; what about between then and now?”

  His eyes flashed. “I’m keeping you to myself.”

  The way he said that had her toes curling into the thick grass beneath her feet. Goosebumps broke out on her skin, and she tried to focus back on her food. They ate and he played a few more games.

  Arm in arm, they finally walked back to their villa. “Are you sure you’re okay? You didn’t play any of the games.”

  She rested her head on his strong arm as they walked. “I’m fine. I don’t play a lot of games with people I don’t know. Unless I have to. I prefer to hang back and observe.”

  “You were like that as a kid, weren’t you?”

  “I was. Mama pushed me to play sports, but I would have preferred to watch.”

  “Isn’t that odd given how active you are now?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t think so. I love to run and swim. I’m more of a solo sport person, if I’m doing it. I reserve my trust for the team that means the most to me. Not a sports team. The ones I depend on to have my back.”

  “I can understand that.”

  He opened the door and allowed her to enter first. She peered over her shoulder as the door clicked behind him. He dropped his shirt from his shoulder to the floor and backed her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head, blocking her in.

  She pushed up on her toes to meet him, sliding her hands along his waist and pushing her fingertips down below his jeans. His lips covered hers, and a slow moan slipped from her to him. This was what she wanted. Craved. Him and nothing else.

  αβ

  Grey trailed his fingers along the satin smooth skin of her back. He lay beside her on the bed, one hand propping up his head as he continued feeding his tactile indulgence. She had her arms folded beneath her head as they lay there diagonally, neither in a rush to move anywhere else. Sarah had one article of clothing on, a pair of white cotton panties. Simple and yet perfect for the woman in them.

  The warm golden light streamed in the windows and shone on them both. He stared at her face. Royal cheekbones, full plump lips thick cur
ved lashes.

  Beautiful.

  On her back there were a few scars, and he frowned as he continued to run over one repeatedly.

  “Frag.”

  “What?”

  She opened her eyes and watched him. “The scar you’ve fixated on was from a frag.”

  He clenched his jaw. “When did it happen?”

  She shifted, her body a sinewy ripple of elegance. “Let’s see, we were in India doing—anyway—I caught some as we were retreating.”

  “And this one?” He dipped his head and kissed the mark on the underside of her toned arm.

  “Knife from a Serbian rebel.”

  “You’re so calm when you mention them.”

  “I’m sure yours are the same way.”

  Perhaps, but it was different. He put his arm around her, bringing her closer to him before wrapping her in his embrace, her breasts flattened against his bare chest.

  “When did you decide you wanted to be a Marine?”

  “Don’t right know when; I just always had. Chase said I’d make a damn fine Marine. So, that’s the way I went.”

  “Chase Ellery, right?” He didn’t like the way her voice gentled when she spoke that man’s name. Chase had grown up next to her. And, as far as Grey knew, they were still close.

  “That’s him.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Isn’t he married, now?”

  “Yes. With a child. Why?”

  He unclenched his jaw. “Just curious.”

  He moved slightly, and she waited for him to settle before she burrowed closer once more. Grey increased his hold, loving how she never seemed to mind how tightly he held her, not to mention how she reciprocated it to him.

  Understanding the woman he married was complex; he hoped this time together would be the start they needed.

  “Does Chase know about you being in Recon?”

  Grey found himself nearly holding his breath as he waited for her answer. Receiving a negative meant more than he cared to think about.

  “Maybe.”

  He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to rein in the red haze and green-eyed monster. She hadn’t told him, but Chase might know. “I see.”

  Tension snapped through her like a parachute opening to slow a descent. He had to veer her away or another fight was imminent. So, he swallowed his own jealousy and tried to be the understanding man he was far from being.