A Major Distraction

by Marie Harte

  “More?” She gasped when he leaned down and teethed her nipple then flicked it with his tongue. When he straightened, she saw his cock fully flushed, fully erect.

  “I want to come deep inside you. In your pussy. Your ass. Your mouth.” His eyes darkened, and he smiled, an expression bordering on mean. “I like it a little rough, as you just learned from personal experience. From the way you hugged me tight, I think you liked it.”

  “I did.” She found it hard to breathe. She didn’t think any man had ever looked at her the way Brad was. With possession and a hint of cruelty that should have freaked her out. Instead, it made her want to bring that mean streak out, to see what he was made of.

  “So what do you say? I’m clean. I don’t play around, and while you and I are exploring each other, for as long as we want to be together, it’ll just be you and me.”

  “Right. Just you and me.” He might have been charming and dated others, but not at the same time. He didn’t have a reputation as a philanderer.

  “What do you say?” Brad dragged his hand down her belly and rested it over her mound. A sneaky finger inched over her clit and began to rub. So slowly, yet the touch seemed to hit the very center of that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Let me come in you. I’ll take such good care of you, you’ll be coming so hard you won’t be able to sit straight for a week.”

  To her shock, he slapped her pussy.

  The sensation rocked her into what felt like a mini-orgasm, and she froze on a strangled cry.

  “Answer me, Jenny.” He slapped her again, not hard, but enough to sting her clit.

  The slight pain should have made her draw back. Instead, the fiery spark traveled throughout her body and made her nipples that much more sensitive, so when he leaned down to suck one again, she gripped his head to her.

  His low chuckle around her breast forced her to ease up. “Brad. You…you… God. You slapped me.”

  He raised his head to stare at her, his finger once against rubbing softly over her clit. “I’ll do it again and again, then I’ll fuck you. And when I’m filling you up, you’ll be coming around me, getting me nice and wet.” He kissed her, penetrating with his skillful tongue. “What’s it going to be?”

  “You swear you’re safe?” she asked again, nervous about letting him inside with nothing between them. This felt like so much more than a casual romp between friends, now lovers. This intimacy meant something to her, even if it was no more than sex to him.

  But he didn’t look at her as if he viewed her as a sexual means to an end.

  “Yeah, baby.” His kiss soothed, gentled. “I’d never hurt you like that. I might be a lot of things, but I’m not a liar, a cheat, or a guy who kisses and tells. This is just between us. I don’t want to do you because I’m horny or desperate. I just want…you.”

  She stared into his eyes, losing herself in the depths of his sincerity and his lust, and answered, “Yes.”

  Chapter Seven

  Brad had been waiting for her for what felt like forever. It was a huge deal to him to come inside a woman without using anything. He’d feared getting trapped into marriage with an unwanted pregnancy, having heard the horror stories from friends. Then he’d gone out on a limb and really trusted a woman—and been flattened. So he’d resumed his affairs by always keeping his heart separate and his body physically protected.

  But Jenny meant more. He couldn’t explain it. He just knew.

  Her yes meant the world to him, especially because she didn’t seem like a woman to grant her favors freely. She liked sex and made no bones about it. But she hadn’t acted on any of the many invites she’d gotten since arriving on the base. He knew—he’d asked around.

  She’d accepted him, though.

  Lying there, watching him with trust shining in her eyes, she unknowingly wiggled her way under another layer of shields guarding his heart.

  “You have no idea how happy I am right now,” he said.

  She smiled and rolled onto her side then took his cock in hand. “Oh, I think I do.”

  He sucked in a breath when she stroked him, careful yet firm. “I want to watch you swallow me. I want to fuck your ass and watch my cum slide down your legs.”

  Her rapid breathing made it difficult to hold on to his own desire.

  “I just came, but I want to come again,” he admitted. “I like playing. You like playing, Jenny?”

  She opened her mouth and blew a breath over his cockhead. “Yeah, I do.” She licked his slit, and he groaned. “I like it all. Oral, normal, kinky, even anal sex.”

  “Please don’t tease. I can’t handle that right now,” he said, trying hard not to inch between her lips, so close.

  “I like sex a lot. I have toys.” She licked him again. “Did you know I have string of pearls I like to use when I take out Mr. Buzzy?”

  Fuck. Pearls—anal beads. He was in love. “Who are you? Wait. Mr Buzzy?” When she cupped his balls, he couldn’t wait any longer. “Never mind. Tell me after. I want to watch you swallow me.” He palmed the back of her head, bringing her mouth closer to his cock.

  She smiled at him, a sinner looking through a saint’s eyes. And thank God for that.

  Then she took his cockhead between her lips. Slowly, she drew more of him into her hot, wet mouth.

  He kept her hair back so he could watch her lips surround him. “Fuck. You’re so sexy. That’s it. Take more.”

  She moaned and bobbed over him, easing him to the back of her throat. The woman had serious skills, and he nearly blew his load more than once as she played with his balls and sucked his cock.

  “Swallow me. All of me.”

  Her sensual moan and increased speed indicated she wanted to swallow him as much as he wanted to come. The woman held him in her sway as she blew him, and he rubbed her shoulders, grazed her breasts, and toyed with her nipples as he neared his end.

  “Gonna come so hard,” he warned her. “Fuck, Jenny. Take it. Oh yeah.” He pumped into her mouth, coming with a ferocity that should have shocked him, considering he’d already climaxed once tonight.

  But as he wrapped his fingers in her wine-red hair and spent his load, he knew to blame his arousal on her. Jenny—who was seeming more and more like a woman straight out of his dreams.

  The next day at work, he did his best to act normal around Genevieve. They had an argument about the next phase in their project, and he insisted on handling the logistics while she dealt with the geeks downstairs. A rational move instead of adhering to her desire to get them out of their comfort zones. Screw that. He had work to do. This wasn’t a social project.

  Genevieve seemed to be enjoying their repartee as much as he was, and when he left her smiling, he knew he wore a similar grin on his face. He’d never been so happy to be so exhausted at work. But hell, it was Friday, and he had a full night and weekend planned around Genevieve, coconut oil, and those pearls she’d mentioned.

  He moved back to his office and made a few phone calls then tried to catch up on his emails, which, sadly, seemed to grow in number no matter how many he answered. Like he had for most of the day, he found his thoughts wandering to the previous night.

  They’d had marathon sex. He didn’t think he’d ever had so many orgasms in one night, but it was as if he had to grab hold of the woman and show her exactly how well they fit. By three in the morning they’d both been done in, and sleeping with her had just felt…right.

  He’d woken at six, his body programmed to be moving despite a lack of sleep. He’d kissed her good-bye and left her a note with thanks and a warning not to make any plans for the weekend.

  Her smile when she’d seen him in the coffee room earlier had turned his heart over. Then she’d quickly scowled at him and told him to stop goofing around and get on the email she’d sent him.

  No drama, no swoony looks, just pleasure then back to business. He’d been right to worry that great sex would be just the tip of the iceberg with her. They had s
o much in common already. Not prudes, they liked their sex kinky. They had loving families, expected loyalty, knew what honor meant, and worked with an ethic surpassing their peers. Hell, Colonel Drey loved her, and he wasn’t an easy man to impress.

  In addition to liking her lovely face, kick-ass body, and amazing skills in the sack, Brad appreciated everything else about her. Especially the way she didn’t back down from a confrontation.

  He sighed, feeling like a lovesick teenager who couldn’t stop thinking about his latest crush. Because, yeah, he had it bad. He’d been attracted to the pain in the ass tech geek for months. But now that he knew what she tasted and felt like, had heard her laugh and seen her smile just for him, his heart threatened to fall at her feet.

  Not good.

  A glance at his empty coffee cup had him refilling with a needed boost of energy. As he was leaving, he overheard two of the new guys talking.

  “She is fine. Did you see her ass?”

  A low chuckle. “Yeah. I hear she’s single. Wonder if she’d be up for some tag-teaming.”

  That sounded like Captain Batista. So the other guy must have been his constant shadow, First Lieutenant Hearst. Brad didn’t care for what he’d seen of Division’s assets so far, but since they’d only been attached to the G2 to help work on the new training op he was supervising, he figured he’d cut them some slack.

  “St. James is hellish-hot. She turns down all the guys, though. Maybe she’s a lesbian,” Hearst suggested.

  Said slack went right out the fucking window.

  “Oh, man. That would be perfect. Think she’d let us watch?”

  “I don’t know. Let’s go ask her.”

  The pair chuckled.

  “She didn’t say anything about it when I asked her out on Tuesday. Then again, she might be teasing. You know how these women can be,” Hearst said.

  “I know. Tight clothes daring you to stare at them. Then when you do, you’re the asshole. Please. She’s begging for it today. Did you see that shirt she’s wearing?”

  Brad forced himself not to hurl the cup and pound both idiots into the floor. No wonder Genevieve hadn’t wanted to go out with anyone at work if most of the guys hitting on her were like these two. And for the record, he’d seen the silk blouse she wore and thought it nothing but professional. She had breasts; it wasn’t like she should wear a tent to disguise them.

  He skirted the small divider leading to the kitchenette and saw them start upon seeing him. “Gentlemen, you’re new to G2, so let me help you out. This isn’t the infantry, where there’s nothing but dick walking and talking all day. Men and women work here, so if you two can’t keep your pie-holes shut about shit that has no place being spoken, I can guaran-damn-tee that a counseling will be in order.

  “St. James is one of a handful of our civilian contractors, and along with a few of our female Marines on staff, the females are far outnumbered by the men working here. We all know that. There aren’t many women around, but they’re all to be respected.”

  “Yes, sir.” They both knew they’d screwed up. This wasn’t an infantry battalion where the idea that boys will be boys still prevailed. Hell, Brad was a guy. He liked a good non-PC joke now and then—in the right company. But sure as shit not here. The new Inspector General had made a huge deal about making her Marine Corps more PC, and she had no qualms serving up members of an antiquated all boys’ club to make things right. Brad wanted to find her and salute her right now.

  He stepped closer to the pricks watching him with caution. “On a personal note, if I hear of either of you fucking with any of the females in my wing, I will personally rip your goddamn heads off. You get me?” he growled.

  “Roger that, sir. Sorry. Won’t happen again.” Captain Batista stood at attention.

  Hearst nodded like a bobble-head out of control.

  “Good.” Brad turned on his heel and stormed back to his office. Then he drank down his coffee and tried to ignore the tension headache threatening to destroy the rest of his day. Pummeling the assholes down the hall would have helped, but he hoped to make lieutenant colonel in a few years, so he had to keep his nose clean. On base, at least.

  With a mean grin, he turned-to on his emails and wrote a sarcastic note back to Genevieve. Someone had to take charge of their project because they continued to butt heads over certain protocols. Time to break out the big guns and remind the civilian that Major Cava knew his stuff.

  Later that night, Genevieve leaned back in her tub and lifted her foot for Brad to rub. “Ah. This is the life.”

  He grinned at her, decadently nude and covered in rose-scented bubbles as he lounged across from her in her humongous antique tub. She knew if she scooted closer, she could sit on that yummy erection waiting for her, but he’d insisted on taking care of her after their shared hard day at work.

  “Did you notice anything funny about Batista and Hearst today?” she asked, leaning her head back against the rim of the tub and closing her eyes.

  His hand clenched around her foot.

  “Oh, that’s nice. Work the heel.”

  He ground his thumb into her heel and released a knot of tension that had her sighing.

  “Batista and Hearst? What about them?” he asked.

  “They were less obnoxious today than usual. Gave me a wide berth, actually.”

  He kept rubbing. “Good. Those two are assholes.”

  “I know.” She chuckled. “It was only a matter of time before they got reamed for something.”

  “No doubt.”

  “Marcy was acting weird too. I think she and her boyfriend broke up.”

  “Bummer.”

  “You don’t care, do you?” She opened her eyes and lifted her head to look at him.

  He moved his hand from her foot and ran it up her calf, lifting her leg out of the water. “Nope.”

  She moaned on a laugh. “Were you as tired as I was today?”

  “Yeah. But it was so worth it. Though the colonel did ask why I was walking funny. Told him you rode me so hard, you wore me out.”

  Shocked, she slipped and slid under the water then rose, sputtering through the bubbles. “You did not.”

  He laughed. “Nah, but I did worry I’d be no good to you tonight after you nearly broke me yesterday.”

  “Ha. Who almost broke who? You’re insatiable.”

  “And in working order, so don’t worry.” He kissed the arch of her foot. “After I make you beg tonight, I say we get an early night’s sleep.” He paused. “I can sleep at home if you want. I don’t want to invade your space. We can hook up tomorrow for our weekend at the beach.”

  Time for the awkward talk she’d been hoping to avoid. Normally she liked being alone, sleeping alone. But last night had been so much better, spooning with him as she drifted off. “Well, I mean, you live so close. I don’t see a problem with you sleeping over. Unless you don’t want to.”

  He shrugged. “I’m fine. You’re the best hug pillow I’ve ever had.”

  “Funny. Is that your way of saying I’m plump?”

  His stare slipped to her breasts and lingered. “Only in the right places. Have I told you how much I love your tits?”

  The frank language made her blush. Silly considering they were bathing together. “Brad.”

  “I do. Now I’m done with your feet. How about my rub?” He yanked her closer and settled her astride him. Staring in her eyes, he lowered her over his long, thick cock. “Oh yeah.” He moaned when she sank all the way down on him. “So good.”

  She put her arms around his neck and watched him watching her. “You’re sexy.”’

  “Not nearly as much as you.” He rocked her up and down, the gentle waves of the bathwater rolling in time to their loving. “There is nothing better than being inside you.”

  She nipped his lip. “Except coming in me, maybe.”

  “There is that.” He kissed her and cupped her ass to make her move faster. His tongu
e penetrated in time with his cock, and he took one of her hands from his neck and moved it between them. “Get yourself off. I want you to come with me.”

  She touched herself while he watched her, and she neared her end quicker than she’d have thought. “So good. I’m close.”

  “Yeah, with me.”

  Water sloshed over the floor. She didn’t care. She kissed him again, and the desperation in her kiss had him groaning into her mouth.

  She found her climax and sucked hard on his tongue while clamping around him. He broke the kiss, swore, and ground her over him.

  “Oh yeah. All in you,” he said on a moan. “Fuck. I love this.”

  She trembled, lightheaded in lust, and scared because, for a minute, she’d thought he was going to say, “I love you.”

  And she wanted to say it back. Crazy, right?

  Chapter Eight

  The day on the beach passed by in a blaze of sun and sand. Brad hadn’t thought she could get any sexier, but wearing a bikini that showed off her tan, and her curves, Genevieve had drawn his gaze all day. They held hands as they wandered the beach, and they swam as well.

  Unlike a lot of the women on the beach soaking up rays, Genevieve wanted to play. She liked swimming and teasing him and laughing as much as she liked napping in the sun.

  Wanting to please her, Brad let her call the shots and was pleasantly surprised when she did what he would have chosen anyway. Together on a beach blanket, he rolled her onto her back, lying over her so he could look into her eyes.

  “You like the beach or the mountains better?”

  She bit her lower lip in thought, so he leaned closer to kiss the sting away. “Oh.” She kissed him back then smiled at him. “Beach, I think.”

  “Me too. But then, I’m biased. I grew up here.”

  “I grew up outside the city, but we’d spend summers near the seashore.” She rubbed his chest and sighed. “Being here makes me miss my family. But I still don’t feel homesick.” She kissed him. “Thanks.”