He let go of her hands as he slid his hand behind her head, tilting it to his kiss. Once more his ardent mouth was on hers. With her hands free, she found his jeans and went to work. Kira was so distraught, she struggled with the buttons. Suddenly she felt the hot sensation of his thickness fall into her hand, heavy and hard, finally free. I want it inside me. She began stroking him, pulling hard, hearing him growl loudly. He slid his strong hand between her legs. Whether he read her desire or if his own took control, Kira will never know. His face changed as his hands found her wetness. He took his cock from her grasp and buried it in her at once.
Kira screamed his name, as he began a relentless onslaught on her aching pussy. He was not tender or gentle this time. No, he was fucking her hard, fucking the pain away. She was lying on her back at the edge of the bed. He stood between her legs, holding tightly to her right thigh, as her leg wrapped around him. His right hand held leverage on her left hip, pulling her hard to him with each forceful thrust. She wasn’t hurt, but surrendered completely to his might. She heard her own voice as if it were far away, calling, crying out his name. She arched her back and hips to meet him, and her body spasmed hard as she began to come. But he didn’t stop. He held her there, his rhythm enduring, stretching her orgasm, forcing her willingly into a shameless abandon. He slammed into her, holding her there as they exploded together. His entire body tensed, his grip tightened, and then he released—his body, his hurt, his past. He fell onto her, spent. Still shuddering from the intensity, Kira wrapped her arms around him and held him to her.
“I’m here,” she whispered. “I promise, Owen. I’m not going anywhere.” As she spoke the words Kira knew it was true. No matter how much she had told herself she would not get involved, that she wouldn’t fall for a soldier, there was no turning back. As she drifted off to sleep she knew there was no place she would rather be.
“Owen, you silly goose!” Maggie’s voice called to him from down the hall. Happily, she bounced into the kitchen where he was making coffee. How she was able to be this chipper at six in the morning he would never know. “Do you like it?” she asked, twirling to show off her new matching beret and boots. “Mom got them for me yesterday! I just love them! Mah says I’m a Hah-vahd chick,” she said in her best Boston accent.
Stark shook his head and laughed. “Don’t you think it’s a bit warm for that get-up?”
Maggie batted her sparkling cobalt eyes at her big brother. “Not for me! Now, where’s my pink pea coat?” Maggie set off back down the hallway in search of the hot pink Burberry coat he’d bought her for her birthday. Stark rolled his eyes and watched her prance back down the hall. He knew his parents were going to flip when they found out about the puppy. He and Maggie had conspired in a plan to win them over.
“What are you smiling so slyly about?” his mother asked as she glided into the kitchen. Caroline Stark was effortlessly graceful. Her soft voice flowed through the kitchen, warming him.
Owen looked up. “Hey, Mom. Nothing—just glad you girls came to see me. I missed you guys.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know you gave up some things with your friends this week to entertain us. I appreciate that, Owen. Maggie does too,” she finished, smiling…that smile.
Suddenly they were at the airport, walking quickly, hustling down to the checkpoint for security. As they rushed, Stark turned to help his sister with her bag and ran into a man approaching the same checkpoint. The man staggered back slightly and almost dropped his bag. The dark-haired man in the blue shirt exchanged glances with his younger companion.
“I’m sorry,” Stark said as the man steadied himself. The man nodded in his direction but did not speak. Stark starred into his eyes. Cold death burned in those soulless eyes. The hair on the back of Stark’s neck stood up. Cold sweat on his palms, heart racing, he lunged after the man with all his rage and a decade of painful regret. But as always, the evil coward dissipated, leaving Stark alone in his apartment, watching the horror unfold on his television. His mother and sister were gone. He watched them go, watched them walking away with that man. Those men who would take everything and vanish like cowards.
Stark awoke sitting bolt upright in bed, his heart racing still. His fists were clenched tightly and a sheen of sweat covered his still naked body. He willed himself to calm down. Slowly, he got his bearings. He hadn’t had that dream for a while. Talking about it tonight had brought back so many sleeping demons. What he wouldn’t have given to have stopped it. He had been so close and he’d just let them walk away.
He remembered Kira’s words. All was dark except the silvery light streaming in from the moon, Kira’s sleeping face illuminated by the soft glow. He sat holding her, watching her sleep. Her soft features seemed so small and delicate as he traced his hand across her cheek and lips. Her warmth stirred him. He hadn’t felt this alive for ten years. He moved his fingers down her arm and laid his hand over her tiny one. Something about her had captivated him from the moment he had first seen her. Now, here she was, sleeping so soundly in his arms. She was his completely. The darkness of his past, all the pain, seemed farther away somehow. Silently, he vowed to be there for her, and to wait as long as it took for her to feel the same way. He knew that when the weekend was over, he would have to let her go. They would go back to their lives, but he would never really let her go—just give her room and wait.
CHAPTER 7
Stark was jolted awake by a clattering explosion in the kitchen. He instantly realized Kira was nowhere to be seen. Heart pounding, he jumped out of bed and ran down the steps two at time in the direction of the commotion. When he burst into the kitchen he was met with the appearance of a startled and open-mouthed Kira. She stood there in his T-shirt, surrounded by a sea of pots and pans which had just fallen from the rack overhead. She was unable to speak, standing there jaw hanging quite near the floor and her cheeks turning deepest crimson.
Holy fuck! Kira thought as she basked in the glory of the completely naked Sergeant Sex God himself. In his haste, Stark hadn’t bothered to put on any clothes. All his magnificence was standing alert and at attention. “I surrender, I surrender,” Kira teased. “Don’t point that thing at me!” She threw up her hands in mock surrender.
Stark laughed. “Looks like you’re having enough trouble on your own. What happened in here?” he asked, looking at his expensive pots and pans scattered across the kitchen floor. “Are you hurt? Did any of them hit you?”
“I’m sorry, Owen. I wanted to make you breakfast and I was trying to reach that pan,” she said, indicating the single frying pan still hanging on the disheveled rack. Stark laughed as he reached up and easily retrieved it. He could see from the overturned chair that her plan had involved a bit more acrobatics. As Stark leaned past Kira, his hard, naked flesh pressed against her. She watched his exposed muscles flex as he moved. Kira shivered and exhaled a slow, heady breath. She was no longer thinking of breakfast. “Thank you,” she breathed. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. He was standing there fully naked: his tight body was incredibly sculpted, and his dark, tousled hair suited him well. The perfect V of his abdomen drew her attention down toward the enormous hard-on between his legs. Kira gasped lightly and blushed deeper still.
Stark liked having this effect on her. “At your service,” he said with a wicked smile as he handed her the pan, his fingers brushing hers. “Now, is there anything else I can do for you, or should I head back upstairs to get dressed?” His eyes were locked on hers. The searing intensity of his stare sent a surge of arousal through her.
Kira’s eyes lit up. “Hmm…service…,” she said slowly. Kira reached out and took him firmly in her hand. She was surprised by how hard he was. She looked up at him, smiling. Before he realized what was happening, she dropped to her knees before him. A long, slow moan escaped his lips as she took him into her mouth. He loved when she took control. The soft, warm sensation of her mouth, those glorious lips surrounding his cock, were electrifying, causing him to lean forward and brace himse
lf on the counter.
Kira felt the back of his hand grasping her hair, as she sucked gently on the tip of his massive cock, toying with him. With a wicked look in her eyes, she swirled her tongue around the tip and took him in again. The slow, tortuous waltz caused him to moan and push eagerly on the back of her head. “Patience,” she whispered softly, pouting up at him. She was enjoying playing with him. She took him in again, deeper this time, sucking harder as she withdrew.
He began to move in rhythm with her, his moans becoming lower, more intense. “Yeah, baby,” Stark growled. “Suck that cock.” He couldn’t take his eyes off hers. Soft flowing curls of chestnut hair framed her face and fell around him. Unable to resist, he tightened his grip on her silky locks, pulling her deeper on to his cock as he spoke.
His words sent a thrill through her. I am vibrant and powerful. She took him as deeply as his thick cock would go. His hands tightened in her hair as he fervently fucked her mouth. Suddenly he stopped. He picked her up and kissed her hard on the mouth. Holding her to him tightly, with one swipe he cleared the counter with the other hand. A large sack of flour unfortunate enough to be in his way fell to the floor and exploded in a cloud of white. He grabbed the front of her T-shirt and pulled it up over her head, pinning her arms and exposing her breasts. He stared at her with a wild smirk.
“My turn,” Stark sneered, as he picked her up and set her down firmly on the counter.
Kira squealed as the cold granite hit her naked ass. He pulled her legs apart and held them firmly in place. Without breaking eye contact, he knelt in front of her and blew gently on her sex, setting her on fire. She squirmed, but he tightened his grip. He looked up at her, his mischievous eyes dancing. Opening his mouth again, he slowly trailed his tongue up from her slit to her now yearning clit. She squealed again as he bit gently, panting with anticipation. He growled into her, making enticing sounds as he sucked gently. She moaned and grabbed his hair with her hands. He took one final tantalizing lick and stopped, standing up. He was so close, she could feel the pressure of his powerful erection. He paused to gently savor each breast before kissing her wildly. She tasted herself on his lips, and the intimacy of this was so erotic she become lost in his kiss. Suddenly his cock invaded her. With a forceful thrust, he entered her completely.
“Oh God, Owen!” Kira screamed. Hearing her scream his name only intensified the fury building in him. She was warm and tight. Stark grabbed her ass violently as he entered her again and again. In this moment there was nothing on earth but her; all else faded away. He became lost in the sounds of her moans and cries. The incredible softness of her skin felt otherworldly against his rough, weathered hands. The image of her restrained like this in her shirt and his arms was all his wild thoughts and desires brought to life. Stark closed his eyes, picturing her as he has imagined her since the day they’d met.
Kira’s hands were still pinned to her sides by her shirt, Stark holding her up in his strong arms. As he moved in and out of her, the incredible friction of his rhythm electrified her erogenous flesh. She wriggled to move away a bit, but she was pinned beneath him on the counter. Kira threw her head back in ecstasy, just in time to see a pair of red Louboutin boots tapping on the wooden step leading into the kitchen. What the fuck?
“Well, well. Owen, isn’t this quite the cooking catastrophe! Looks like you got a little whore in your pancakes.” The smooth voice dripped with sarcasm. The bright red boots were attached to a pair of long shapely legs in Monique pants. Kira’s eye rose, along with her nausea, up those legs to a sparkling gray sweater and a mink Gorsuch coat (which Kira knew cost more than her car). Atop of all this couture was a strikingly beautiful, pouty face surrounded by flowing blond hair. Kira lay frozen in the mess of flour and pans, for a moment too paralyzed to move. Stark was still in her.
What the fuck are you doing here, Simone?” Stark yelled, as he helped Kira straighten up and put her shirt on right. “Get out of my house. You have no business being here. Get the fuck out!” Stark stood so that the kitchen island shielded his lower half from full view.
“Oh, Owen,” Simone started softly, as she carefully made her way into the kitchen. The honeyed tone in her voice was betrayed by the look of disgust on her face. “Darling, I know you have needs. Wild oats and all, but seriously, when you’re done playing GI Joe and slumming with the help, you need to come back to the real world and start considering your future. Your father wants to talk with you.”
“Stop!” he shouted, just as she started toward the island. Stark’s voice had changed, his tone dark and angry. “Go into the living room, Simone, and wait there.”
Simone froze, obviously realizing she had reached the limit of his patience. A wry smile crossed her lips. Simone Preston had always known just how far she could go with Owen Stark. She specialized in pressing his buttons. As she walked away, she couldn’t help saying, “Darling, the GI Joe thing has been good for you. You keep looking that glorious, and I’ll forgive you for leaving me at the altar.”
“Come on,” Stark said to the still shell-shocked Kira. They climbed the back staircase in silence. Kira’s mind was racing. Who the fuck is that Vogue bitch? Left her at the altar? They were engaged? God, she looks like a perfect fucking Barbie doll in a ten-thousand dollar outfit. FUCK! Kira went into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. As she caught a glimpse in the mirror of the ragged, flour-covered girl with stringy unkempt hair, she began to cry.
“Kira, please.” Stark stood for a moment outside the door but he didn’t know what to say. He quickly threw on some jeans and a shirt and headed back downstairs.
Simone’s words played over in Kira’s mind. Her embarrassment boiled inside her. What a way to meet his fucking flawless ex-girlfriend! How could she ever compete with someone like that? Aside from the fact that she was a real bitch, Princess Barbie looked like every man’s dream girl. Someone he had been engaged to! Kira realized she didn’t fit in Stark’s life. Who is he anyway? Kira slumped against the wall of the shower. She felt like she was going to throw up. How could she have been so stupid? What did she even know about him? She turned on the shower. Her hands trembled as she washed the remnants of flour and their interrupted morning down the drain.
**
Stark ran his fingers through his hair in frustration as he descended the stairs. He found Simone sitting casually in the great room. As he walked through the hall by the kitchen he caught a glimpse of the catastrophic mess. A slight smile crossed his lips. Breakfast, it’s the best meal of the day!
“What are you doing here, Simone? And what does this have to do with my father?” His tone was flat, keeping his fury contained.
“I missed you, too,” she said in mock offense. “Honestly, Owen, I don’t even know what you see in this one. When are you going to outgrow this angry GI thing and come home? We aren’t getting any younger.”
“Simone, I’m serious. You had better have a good reason for barging in here like this.” His tone held a fierce warning. “What are you doing here?”
“Your dad is sick, Owen. He sent me to talk to you. You never return his calls. He’s so sorry for the way things turned out. I tried the base and they said you were gone on leave. I know you, Owen — this is the one place you would come.”
Starks anger began to dissipate. “You could have knocked or rang the bell. Hell, you could have picked up the phone.”
“I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad. On the way up I started remembering how we used to meet up here. I don’t know…I saw your truck and it brought back memories. Remember all those weekends we snuck up here? I wanted to slip in and surprise you. Well, surprise! I never expected to find you like that with some slut.” Nostalgia trailed off into sadness.
“She’s not a slut! She’s my girlfriend. Damn it, Simone! I…I really care about her. You and I have been over for a very long time. I’m perfectly capable of calling my dad on my own. I don’t need you or anyone else to help me. If that’s all you came for, then it’s time for
you to go.” He stood to show her out.
“Your enlistment is up in six months. Please reconsider coming home,” she purred as she followed him to the door. “Your dad needs you. I need you. I’m sorry I wasn’t more supportive when your mom and Maggie died. I loved them, too. I made some bad choices but so did you. How long are you going to hold that over my head?”
“Just go, Simone, and tell Dad I’ll call him when I’m ready. This doesn’t change anything. The army is my life. You know that.” Stark held the door open for her to go.
Simone leaned in, grazing his cheek with her fingers. “Owen darling, you know I’ll always love you. Finish up with all this nonsense and come home.” She finished by kissing him softly on the lips and spun around with a gleeful smile, knowing Kira had been standing at the top of the stairs taking in the whole devastating scene.
Simone’s cell rang just as her Audi engine sprang to life. “Hello,” she barked. “Yes, I’ve been to see him. No. No, I’m afraid it’s worse than we thought. Not just a fling. I think this one’s going to be trouble.” She hung up her cell and tossed it into the passenger seat. As she raced away, her pouty lips set into a determined line. Trouble was her specialty.
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