Nobody's Hero

by Kallypso Masters

  “But I did win a nice jackpot playing dollar slots in the motel lobby before I left town. I’ll treat you all to dinner, after I get the layers of road dirt off.”

  “We’ll take a rain check. I’m taking Rosa and the kids down to the amusement park in San Diego tonight.” Damián grinned, a twinkle in his eyes. “You two have the house to yourselves for the next six hours or so. Enjoy.”

  Karla eased out of Adam’s embrace and crossed to the sidewalk to give Damián a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks. I owe you one,” she whispered.

  “Hey, it’s the least I can do to keep him from coming along tonight and chewing my ass out all the way to the city and back.” He gave her a hug and turned to go back into the house. Karla returned to Adam’s arms, not wanting to be away from him for a second longer.

  “Damián.” He stopped and turned to face Adam. “How are you doing?”

  Damián balled his hands into fists before she watched him forcibly regain control of his emotions. “Motherfucker…” He glanced at Karla. “No apologies. That’s what he is.” He looked back at Adam. “Motherfucker hasn’t been caught yet.”

  “Shit. Stay here as long as you need to, to protect your family.”

  “Might as well. I got fired from the shop.”

  Karla hadn’t heard about that. Like Adam, Damián didn’t reveal much. Without question, his being here was necessary. His family needed him and she could tell he served in a paternal role with them, even long distance.

  “Aw, hell, I’m sorry to hear that, son. I know how much you liked working there.”

  Damián shrugged, but she knew how much he loved his work, too. “There’ll be other jobs. My place is here right now.”

  “I’m proud of you, son, for taking care of your family.”

  Damián’s voice grew husky. “Thanks, Dad. Coming from you, that means a lot.”

  Karla didn’t try to hide the tears wetting her cheeks. These two men had such a special connection. She was so glad they had each other, even if they’d had to bond under such horrific circumstances in Fallujah. She didn’t know a lot about what had happened there, but the pieces she’d overheard from them when they spoke with other vets at the club, including Marc, told her it had caused many nightmares for all of them.

  “I’d better get inside. Teresa and José were pretty excited about going to San Diego. Rosa, well, she just needs a change of scenery.”

  “What can I do to help, son?”

  Damián cast a worried glance at Karla before turning back to Adam. Rage in the younger man seethed just below the surface. She could even feel the tenseness in Adam and knew he harbored a deep-seated anger as well.

  “We’ll talk in the morning.”

  She had a feeling she didn’t want to know what the two of them would be planning, but she was sure it had to do with Julio. She hoped the police caught him before either or both of these two men did.

  Adam pulled a huge roll of bills out of his jacket pocket, the outer bill a twenty, and handed it to Damián. “Here. These winnings are for you.”

  Damián held his hand up, palm facing Adam. “No, I don’t need…”

  “Take it.” When Adam used that tone, she knew she’d never refuse him. Neither did Damián, who reached out to accept the money.

  “Thanks. I appreciate it.” Looking embarrassed, Damián turned and went toward the house. Thank goodness Adam had had a lucky streak. She hadn’t thought about how being here was affecting Damián’s livelihood, although he obviously couldn't make money if he wasn’t able to go to the shop. Then she wondered if Adam had really won the money, or if this was his way to get a man with machismo to accept his help without appearing unable to meet the needs of his family.

  Men and their pride. She shook her head, rolling her eyes.

  Adam reached down and stroked her cheek. “I’m proud of you.”

  “For what?”

  “For the whole way you handled Damián and dealt with his crisis while I was gone—better than I could have done.”

  “That’s ridiculous. He’d have rather had you here. Besides, I just did what anyone would do.” She smiled, finally able to use the line that Adam had thrown at her so many times.

  “Stop disagreeing with your Dom, baby tiger.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He chuckled. “Just know that you made me very proud. You’re strong and invincible. I’d want you fighting by my side any day.”

  Hearing those words warmed her more than anything he could have said. She’d felt so helpless with Damián back in Denver, and she hadn't been able to help Rosa at all despite enjoying time spent with the kids to give their mom a break. Now she was happy to relinquish authority to Adam. How he managed to stay so strong when everyone was always coming to him to solve their problems was beyond her.

  Adam handed her his helmet and turned around to retrieve a small overnight bag from the compartment in the back of the hog. He turned back toward her and covered her hand with his. “C’mon, kitten. Let’s go get that shower. I’ve decided I like it when you bathe me—but only as my sub, not my slave.”

  She grinned, anxious to get to minister to his needs again. Thank God Adam had come back to her in one piece. The world had righted itself again.

  * * *

  Adam shampooed the sweat and grit out of his hair as Karla’s hands playfully lathering up his chest and underarms. Having her hands on his skin again after more than a week apart nearly caused him to embarrass himself. He didn’t expect to last long the first time, but they had plenty of time to go at it again after the shower. He couldn’t wait to hear her scream for him again.

  When her soapy hands took his erect dick and stroked him, as if he were some kind of slick tug-of-war rope she was trying to gain hold of, his dick grew even harder. He leaned back against the shower stall and let her continue, eyes closed. He spread his legs and she washed his balls, careful not to stroke those as hard. In such a short time, she’d learned just how to touch him, how to please him.

  After she removed the soap from his dick, she knelt and soaped him up from his legs to his toes. With her hands against his thighs, she positioned him under the spray so that she would rinse the soap away from his legs. Her sweet submission to him, taking care of him like this, just made him want her even more.

  “I need to do this, Sir. For me.” Before he knew what “this” was, she brushed her fingertips and tongue along his water-slickened cock, which practically bobbed into her mouth on its own. Taking him in hand near the base, she used her lips to kiss the head, then sucked him inside her warm mouth.

  God damn it! How was he supposed to hold up against this kind of attack?

  “You don’t have to do that, Karla,” he said, trying to pull her up. She looked up at him and smiled, never releasing his cock from her mouth. Sweet Jesus. So fucking sexy.

  “I wmamt to.”

  He grinned. “Then don’t talk with your mouth full.”

  She flicked her tongue against the underside of his cock before he could protest again, trailing her tongue along the veined shaft and pressing kisses against the length of him as she sucked his tight skin down to his balls and back up again.

  “Oh, baby! Your mouth is so fucking hot.”

  The corners of Karla’s eyes crinkled as she looked up and smiled at him, releasing all but the tip, flicking her tongue rapidly against the underside, then taking him a little further inside her mouth. Her hand let go of the base and she placed both hands on his hips, pushing his pelvis away from her face, ever so slowly.

  Adam groaned with regret, although he understood her not being ready for more yet. Then she drew him back inside her mouth. “Augghhhh, yes, kitten.” Sweet torture. He looked down to watch the water cascading over her head. She increased the rate she pumped him in and out of her mouth. He grabbed a thick shank of her black curls in each hand, winding them several times around his fists for a better grip and, with gentle tugs to her hair, set the pace his body needed, pulling her mouth over his s
haft, then releasing the tension to let her ease off before pulling her mouth onto his dick again. Sometimes he slowed the pace, just to make the exquisite sensations last longer. She encased him as deeply in her mouth as she could. He hoped he wasn’t forcing himself too far into her, but he wasn’t sure he could control himself anymore.

  He threw his head back and moaned. She increased the depth in which she took him into her mouth on her own. Instinctively, he pounded his dick into her face harder, one stroke touching the back of her throat, causing her to gag.

  Fuck!

  “I’m sorry, kitten.” He looked down to make sure she was okay.

  She shook her head and pulled her mouth off his cock.

  “Tell me how you want me to please you, Sir.”

  How could he deny her when she was just trying to be his good little sub? “Take your hand and placed it at the base of my di…penis. That’ll give you more control.”

  She did as he’d instructed and squeezed her fist harder around the base of his shaft. Shit.

  In a strained voice, he continued to teach her how to please him in this new way. “With your other hand, stroke my balls.”

  She grabbed his gonads with equal enthusiasm. “Whoa, kitten. Be a little more gentle with those. They’re much more sensitive.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I forgot.” He realized she probably was nervous, not knowing what to expect. Then her hand began to stroke him, gently pulling on his short hairs. His dick bobbed again and she took his head into her mouth again. He throbbed against the roof of her mouth.

  “Oh, baby. I can’t hold back.”

  He tried to pull her mouth away with his hands in her hair, but he kept pumping his dick further into her face. Did she want him to come in her mouth? He didn’t want to go further than she intended, but they hadn’t exactly discussed this yet. She gripped him tighter, increasing pressure both with her hands and her mouth.

  “Ahh, yes, baby!” The base of his dick began to pulsate. “I’m coming, kitten!”

  He threw his head back and leaned against the stall to keep from collapsing. As he shot his load, she pulled her mouth away, then stroked him faster. Using both hands, she continued to stroke his balls and pump the shaft of his cock. A guttural growl ripped from his throat as he shot his load.

  “Augghhhhh, fuck, baby.” She continued to pump him with enthusiasm, but after his dick became too sensitive, he grabbed her hand. “Easy now, kitten.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Nothing to be sorry about. That was fucking incredible.”

  When he could see straight again, Adam looked down to watch her pink tongue venture outside her mouth to taste his semen at the corner of her mouth. She’d let him come on her face. Sweet Jesus. His dick throbbed again just watching her.

  Karla let the shower spray clean her face as she gently touched his cock, which continued to jerk in the after-effects of his orgasm. He let go of her hair and reached down to pull her to her feet. His lips covered hers as his tongue invaded her mouth where his cock had been only moments before.

  Adam drew away and looked down at her, cupping her face. “Your Dom is well pleased. Where’d you learn to do that?” He knew it was none of his business, but she’d come across as not having much experience with sex of any kind. Okay, so he had a jealous streak.

  She glanced away. “Do I have to answer?”

  Adam set her away from him so he could gauge her response. He wasn’t sure he even wanted to know anymore, but he couldn’t back off now. “Answer the question.”

  “I…um…I rented a how-to movie online that showed, well, how to do it.”

  “Porn?”

  The blush that pinked her cheeks turned him on again. “Yeah, it looked more like porn than a tutorial.”

  Knowing she’d thought about him while they were apart, enough to rent a porn flick to learn how to please him, well, nearly made him want to take this relationship further than Dom/sub and sex. She’d blown his mind—not to mention his…

  Don’t go there, man!

  The skin between her brows wrinkled. “What’s wrong, kitten?”

  She hesitated a moment. Just when he was about to demand an answer, she said, “I’m sorry I couldn’t let you come inside my—”

  He laughed and pulled her against his chest. He cupped her chin and raised her face to look up at his. “Kitten, if you’d done that any more perfectly, I wouldn’t be standing right now.”

  Karla smiled and he lowered his mouth to hers again. The kiss they shared this time was gentler. When they pulled apart, she laid her head against his chest and giggled. He felt his balls stir. Jesus Christ. He was like a teenager around her.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing. I’m just happy. Really happy.”

  He reached for the soap and lathered it between his hands, then washed his cum off her breasts. His hands continued to rub her chest long after all of his semen had been washed away. Her nipples hardened and his hands stilled.

  She felt so good. He’d missed her more than he would have thought. He handed the soap to her. “I’d better let you take care of your face.” He watched as she cleaned herself up and realized how lonely he’d been since he’d gone to Minnesota. He’d missed sharing his days with her, not to mention his bed. She was so right for him in so many ways. Maybe Marge was right. Maybe it was time.

  But first he needed to make sure she wouldn’t be repulsed by him. With his hand on her shoulder, he turned her gently toward him. Her erect nipples grazed his chest and it was all he could do not to slam her against the wall and plow into her.

  Not that he was ready to go again just yet.

  “Kitten, I want you to wash my back.” Her eyes opened wide as she searched his gaze, from one eye to the other several times. “I’ll warn you again, it’s not pretty.”

  “I don’t need pretty, Sir. I just need you. All of you.”

  Damn. Her big blue eyes melted another chunk of ice around his heart. If he thought himself capable of it, he’d think he was falling in love with her.

  “Turn around, Sir.” He quirked an eyebrow at her command and she added with a smile, “Please.”

  Adam’s heart hammered against his chest as he complied very slowly. This moment would tell him if she could accept him as he was. The spray of water hit him in the face and he turned the shower head downward.

  “Oh, Adam!”

  He squeezed his eyes shut, expecting her to run from the shower. Instead, he felt her shaking hands slickened with soap lathering his back as she washed him, touching every inch of his scarred upper back. He wanted to know what she was thinking, but was afraid to ask. Was she washing him out of a sense of duty, as his sub, because he’d ordered her to, or because she wanted to? Maybe he’d been wrong to reveal himself to her like this, to make himself so fucking vulnerable to her yet again.

  “Gino D’Alessio?”

  Ah, she’d gotten to his tat. “Marc’s older brother. He was killed in Afghanistan serving in one of my recon units.”

  “Oh, God. When you called for them to report…”

  His body grew tense as he held his breath. “Called who to report?”

  She’d turned him sideways to rinse the soap off of him under the spray and looked up at him. “In the hospital, you were having a lot of nightmares. You shouted out for D’Alessio and Garcia to report and I just assumed you were dreaming about Marc. I had no idea.” She wrapped her arms around him. “And Miller?”

  “Iraq. He died on top of Damián.”

  “Christ, Adam. What hell you all went through.”

  He held onto her, trying to wipe those images out of both their minds now. What had gotten him to tell her that? Marines didn’t tell their war stories to civilians.

  She pulled away and turned his back toward her again. What more could she possibly need to see? Then what he most certainly thought was the pressure of her tongue began tracing patterns among the deadened skin, over the shrapnel wounds and the cougar’s bites and
claw marks. Her fingertips touched the spot where the tat memorialized the three men who had died under his command.

  Her fingers trailed down to his butt cheeks and his cock throbbed to life again with a need to bury himself inside her to the hilt. To occupy his big head with something good and wholesome and alive. He couldn’t wait any longer. Adam turned and pushed her back against the wall. “Spread your legs. I need to be inside you. Now.”

  Her pupils dilated, her breathing became shallow, and she spread herself open to him, clearly as aroused as he was.

  “And I need you inside me, Sir.”

  He reached down and ran his wet fingers along the cleft from her pussy hole to her clit. Definitely wet from more than shower water, he slid two fingers up inside her. She gasped, then smiled. Knowing what he’d planned to do in the shower with her this time—even though he hadn’t anticipated a tenth of what had happened in here already—he reached down for the condom he’d placed on the rim of the tub, picked it up, and tore the foil open before she took it from his hand and removed the rubber. With shaking hands, she bent over him and expertly rolled it down his erection, then stood up on tiptoes and kissed him, her tits pressing against his chest, mons against his balls.

  Fuck. She spread her legs again, without being told, and he stroked her cleft with his dick, then picked her up by her thighs, keeping her back pressed against the tiled wall, and lowered her sweet pussy onto his erection.

  “Oh, Sir!”

  He chuckled, loving her sexy gasp and that delightful expression of shock and awe as he slid deeper inside her, pressing her harder against the wall, cupping her ass, pumping in and out of her as she let her head loll back and forth. Her tits bounced with each thrust and he longed to touch them, suck them, but didn’t want to let go of Karla. He lowered his mouth to the side of her neck instead and nuzzled, knowing he’d leave whisker burns, but not caring at the moment. He needed his mouth on her.

  “Oh, Sir! Please may I come?”