Special Force

by Brynn Paulin

  Special Force

  By Brynn Paulin

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  2665 N Atlantic Avenue, #349

  Daytona Beach, FL 32118

  Special Force

  Copyright © 2012 Brynn Paulin

  Edited by Christine Allen-Riley

  Cover art by Les Byerley, www.les3photo8.com

  Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-501-4

  Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  Electronic Release: May 2012

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

  To all the military spouses, girlfriends and boyfriends who keep life going on at home while your soldiers are deployed. I appreciate what you do more than I can say. Thank you!

  Chapter One

  The orange, cardigan sweater had been a bad choice. Though the crowd waiting with Amelia Barker was awash with color, she felt like a blast of sound in an otherwise silent room. But the terminal of the international airport wasn’t silent. She was the quiet one amidst the excited chatter. The other women spoke quietly to their antsy children and to each other. They chatted about plans, about what was going on in their lives, club meetings, how long their spouses, fiancés or boyfriends had been deployed.

  Everyone seemed to know everyone else.

  Amelia didn’t know any of them and felt very much like an interloper who’d stumbled into a family reunion. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she waited, her cold hands clutching her small purse.

  She didn’t know the man she awaited, either.

  Well…she knew him. She’d just never met him. And he thought she was someone else. She suppressed a groan as the butterflies in her belly tripled their intensity. Damn her sister, Grace, for starting this and double-damn herself for her soft-heart that hadn’t wanted to let down a soldier at war. Still, she should have told the truth before it was too late.

  Now he thought Amelia was her sister.

  Grace had written letters and emails to him for months, but when the first phone call had come, she’d run and left Amelia on cleanup. Grace was engaged to a banker, so Amelia had been solely responsible for all the calls and webcam chats. She’d fallen hard for the soldier who thought she was someone else.

  Still, as an electric undercurrent of tension sizzled through the crowd, she wondered what the hell she was doing here. He’d leave once he discovered she wasn’t Grace, life of the party and actress who’d just won her first part on Broadway. In comparison, Amelia was just boring and normal—a school teacher with more curves than any Hollywood or Broadway starlet.

  She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, envisioning the soldier.

  Lieutenant Keon Munro. That’s why she was here. A flutter took off in her belly as she thought his name and a tingle surged through her pussy. Lord, she wanted him. Even if nothing came of their encounter, she wanted to meet the man who’d filled her dreams the past few weeks.

  She took another deep breath, easing back her nerves as his flight was announced. Well, not just his flight. His entire unit was arriving with him. She’d been surprised to learn his return from deployment in Afghanistan would take him through an international airport rather than straight to a base, but this was apparently how things sometimes worked.

  The other women and their families moved closer to the gate. Everyone seemed to be holding their breaths as they waited. After more than ten years of military combat, American soldiers’ homecomings seemed routine to the nation, but Amelia understood without a shadow of doubt that this was a monumental personal moment for all those involved. Other travelers rushing through the airport terminal paused and watched as the first warriors were spotted coming down the concourse to the gate.

  Amelia pressed her lips together as surprising emotion welled inside her. Her heart beat faster at the sight of the Army combat uniforms. It was time.

  The muscles in her torso went taut as hot prickles cascaded up across her back. Heat and panic shook through her, and try as she might, she couldn’t stop her legs from trembling. She wasn’t scared of Keon; she was worried about the situation and his reaction to the truth. Expectation, excitement and nerves battled inside her. She’d felt this way the first time he’d called her, the first time he’d contacted her by webcam. This was ten times worse—and better.

  She’d get to see him in the flesh. Maybe even touch him.

  By now, she knew his face well, and her eyes locked on him as he rounded the corner that led to the gate’s exit.

  God, he was beautiful, the personification of strong, manly man. His wide shoulders and slim hips made the uniform sexy. She’d seen him in a T-shirt and knew the ACU hid hard pecs and powerfully muscled arms. And his face—the war and the hardship of deployment had chiseled it to a stark, tanned relief of cheekbones, firm lips and broad forehead. His dark hair was cropped short in a style she didn’t prefer, but it didn’t detract an ounce from his good looks.

  He quickly scanned the crowd then a small smile curved his lips as his intense green eyes trained on her. He didn’t pause as he marched right up to her. His duffel dropped to the ground, and he swept her into his arms, one arm tight around her waist and one hand buried in her hair as he angled her for his demanding mouth.

  She gasped at the first touch of his lips, her fingers clutching his jacket. His tongue took advantage and pushed inside. With a groan, she sank into him, her body going warm and soft and needy. Her arms slid up around his neck as the kiss went on and on, neither inclined to let go of the other.

  His embrace tightened, and she felt the bulge of his cock. She pressed her hips into it, answering his body’s call. She needed him, too. She couldn’t tell him the truth now. Not yet.

  Finally, but all too soon, he pulled his mouth from hers. It was probably for the best. They were moments from making an arrest-worthy scene in the airport terminal. Still, he kept her hugged close as his lips traveled across her cheek.

  “You came,” he breathed.

  “You asked me to.”

  He drew back, his hands coming up to frame her face. “But I was afraid you wouldn’t. I’m really glad you’re here.” He grinned. “I’m free until Monday. Let’s get out of here before someone decides I don’t have enough to do. Can I drive?”

  She laughed then nodded, pulling a clunky fistful of keys from her purse. He smiled at the conglomeration, but his entire being seemed on edge. Though the enemy was thousands of miles at his back and he was free from duty for the time being, his demeanor was still on full alert. She couldn’t deny the air of danger surrounding him. Nor could she deny how hot his tension made her as it simmered beneath the surface of his calm.

  She shuddered as his fingers closed around hers to take the key-ring from her. She swallowed as they stared at each other, her teeth sinking into the corner of her mouth before she grinned ruefully. “So I guess you’re still too edgy to let someone else drive you.”

  “You can say that. It’s always weird when I come back.”

  They walked in silence while she mulled his words. Before long, she’d have to add to the “weird” by telling him she wasn’t her sister and she hadn’t been writing him for almost a year. Grace had given her his letters, but that didn’t change the fact Amelia wasn’t Grace.

  “Grace…” he began, underlin
ing the sinking feeling inside her. “Before we go much further…I have to tell you—”

  “I’m not expecting anything,” she cut in before he could reveal he didn’t want to take this any further. Of course, he would have detected she wasn’t as exciting as her actress sister. He probably had been wondering about it for months, but hadn’t wanted to let her down. “I can take you to the base—or whatever it’s called.”

  “God, no. It’s nothing like that. Grace, I want you bad—if that’s what you want.”

  She nodded as they stopped beside her car. He still wanted her. Forget Grace. He wants you! Just do this!

  He squeezed her fingers. “It’s just, you need to know when a soldier comes home, sometimes…it’s intense. I’m intense. In some ways, I always am.”

  “Intense how?” But she already knew. Forceful and demanding. She felt it mixed with the danger rolling off him, and arousal flooded her pussy. Her body flushed with awareness. Her nipples tightened, and her bra suddenly seemed too small.

  His hand flattened just below the small of her back, and he yanked her hard against him in response. His rigid cock jutted against her belly, and she desperately wished their clothes didn’t separate them. She wanted to feel him, flesh-to-flesh, commanding her body with the demand of his.

  As if hearing her thoughts—or maybe she’d spoken aloud, her muddled thoughts were on nothing but the man holding her—he pushed her against her car and lifted her. Her skirt hiked up as he pulled her legs around him and pressed closer until that tempting ridge thrust against her pussy, separated from her wet folds by only his damn uniform and the thin gusset of her panties.

  Holding her in place with his slowly undulating hips, he bracketed her face with his hands and angled her mouth for his demanding kiss. His mastery washed over her, stronger than a typhoon force wave and she was helpless in its path.

  Intense, he’d said. An understatement. If she agreed to go forward, he’d take what he wanted, and God help her then.

  Unerringly, he bent his head and found her nipple. She pressed her mouth into his hair to muffle her cry as he bit the taut nub, and a wave of release slammed through her, but the sound still echoed in the dimly lit parking ramp.

  “Yes,” he whispered as he pressed his lips to her neck then sucked at her throbbing pulse.

  “Yes,” she breathed. Bring it on, and damn the consequences for later.

  “Let’s go.”

  Chapter Two

  Silence had filled the car as Keon drove to the nearby Residence Inn. Like most of the unmarried soldiers at Fort Tennison, he had communal quarters at the barracks and no private housing off-base. He hadn’t asked where to go. Amelia’s belly fluttered out of control, and her tense nerves ached from her need by the time he closed the door to the outside world.

  His duffel dropped to the floor, and his body shoved against hers, flattening her to the wood as he took her mouth. His tongue speared inside and claimed her as he took up where they’d paused in the garage. There was no backing away now, no hesitation. She was his. Right now. And he’d take whatever he wanted.

  He lifted her so his cock ground into her pussy once more, his fingers digging into her hips. This time, his cock rotated against her with more urgency. Subtlety was left outside the door. She clung to him, gasping as his fingers traveled along one of her legs where it wrapped around him. Without pause, that hand slipped between them. She cried into his mouth as he shoved aside the damp fabric that kept him from her and thrust two fingers into her sodden folds. He slid easily inside her slippery passage. Her pussy clamped around him as the excitement shot another fiery orgasm along her limbs.

  “That’s right, baby,” he grated. “Give it to me. Give it all to me.”

  “Oh God,” she cried out as he finger-fucked her. The moment had turned so wild, she knew she was ruined for anyone else after this. Her senses sang from his demands. Dear lord, she’d do anything he wanted if it led to more of this dark pleasure.

  “You’re mine,” he growled, closing his mouth on her shoulder. The clamp wasn’t enough to leave a mark, but if it had been… He could brand her for all she cared. He was right. She was his.

  “Yes, yours.” Her hips worked against his thrusting fingers as she sought more of the pleasure he offered. This was what he wanted, and she’d give it to him.

  Blindly, she reached for the shirt of his ACU but fumbled with the unfamiliar closures. Suddenly, he stepped back, easing her to her and pulling her hands from him.

  His dark gaze swirled with lust. “Take off your clothes, and get on the bed.”

  Her eyes widened at his coarse demand, as if she were a hooker he’d picked up, but for some reason, it only ramped up her heat.

  Watching him, she slid off her sweater and let it drop to the floor before she reached for her shirt.

  “Hurry up,” he commanded. His chest rose and fell as she kicked off her sandals while pulling her blouse from her waistband. She shoved down her skirt to pool at her ankles. Her fingers shook as she rushed to undo the buttons of her shirt. In a moment, it was off and she stood in only her bra and panties.

  “All of it,” he growled, “then I want you to kneel on the center of the bed and cross your wrists over your ass.”

  She blinked at him. She’d read enough BDSM books to recognize what he was telling her. Oh, the fantasies she’d had, but she’d never thought to drop in the middle of one.

  “Don’t make me do it for you,” he said.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, trying out the phrase for size. It felt odd but made her shiver with pleasure. She unhooked the bra and let it fall before stepping from her panties. With a deep breath, she took the position he’d commanded.

  “Say it again. Louder,” he told her, coming toward the bed.

  Her arms tensed as she tightened them behind her, her breasts shoving toward him. His. Her knees parted, exposing her pussy. Also his.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said.

  “You didn’t know you were in for this, did you?” he asked as he sat in the edge of the bed. Reaching out, he stroked her cunt. “But you like it, don’t you? I can tell you do. You’re even wetter now than before.”

  “No, I didn’t,” she replied. “And…and…yes, I do.”

  “Good.” He nodded. “I want the truth. Always. Do you have anything to tell me? Grace?”

  “N-no,” she stammered. She couldn’t tell him now. Not like this. Not before he’d given her the fantasy of her heart.

  “Hmm.” He stood and opened the top of the ACU, revealing the T-shirt beneath as he let the outer garment fall. He stripped off the soft cotton. The muscles in his arms flexed as he crossed them over his wide, naked chest. Her mouth went dry looking him. So much power…

  One of his brows arched. “Are you sure?”

  Sure? Sure about what?

  She must have looked confused because he added, “That you’re telling me the truth.”

  Amelia nodded.

  He nodded too, slowly though, as if he knew something she didn’t. She fidgeted, worried and wondered if he’d let her leave if she asked. Not that she really wanted to—not fully anyway.

  Keon sat on the edge of the bed again, one knee hiked on the mattress as he turned to look at her. His face was bland—almost kind—as he studied her. Suddenly, she felt uncomfortable to be naked before him, but she understood that was his purpose. He was teaching her a lesson, and she had an awful feeling she was about to learn it with a blow of harsh reality. And still her stupid arousal didn’t fail.

  You’re really into this, she marveled. Good God, Amelia, grab your clothes and run!

  “There’s something you should know,” he told her. The side of his mouth lifted and she saw the feline prowess inside him, waiting to pounce on her mousy submission. She tightened her shoulders to show she wasn’t as weak as he might think. She could fight if it came to it.

  He drew a finger along her thigh and good bumps lifted in the wake. “Your sister sold you out. Amelia.”


  So the jig was up. She sagged, almost hating Grace for ruining this moment. No…it was her own fault. Grace never told her to keep lying. She’d told Amelia to end it for her. “When?” she asked.

  “The day after we first talked. She didn’t know you hadn’t ended things for her. She apologized for not doing it herself.”

  He knew? All this time? “I…I…don’t understand. Why—”

  “Because I like you. And hell, I want you.”

  He wanted her…. He still wanted her. Even knowing she wasn’t Grace. “Really?” she couldn’t help asking, her shock clear in her tone.

  “Really. I asked to phone her because I thought maybe she’d be less self-absorbed on the phone. And I got you. And you grabbed me. Here,” he said, making a fist over his belly. “But I don’t tolerate lying.”

  “I’m…I’m sorry.” Crap, and things were looking so hopeful.

  He gave a single nod then turned so both feet were on the floor, his back to her. “Come here.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she murmured and saw him give another single nod, as if he were agreeing to something he’d thought.

  Climbing from the bed, she moved to stand before him. Without a word, he grasped her wrist and pulled her over his lap. Her breath rushed from her as her belly landed on his splayed legs, and another rush of cream flooded her pussy from his rough behavior and her anticipation of what was to come. She’d never been spanked, but she’d thought about it.

  The stiff material of his pants chafed her naked flesh as he moved her to drape over a single leg and clamped the other to her thighs to trap them. He braced a powerful forearm on her back. His callused hand rubbed her ass. She bit her lip and stared at his sand-colored boots, knowing from her reading that he was bringing the blood to the surface of her skin to better redden her ass.