Violet (Men of Siege Novellas Book 1)

by Bex Dane

  "Mmm."

  "Have you ever felt like taking your own life?" she asked me.

  "Nah. I don't get depressed. I get angry. I kill people instead."

  Her surprised smile grew into a full-blown grin. Man, she looked even more alluring without that mournful frown on her lips. "Not sure if that's much healthier."

  "True."

  "Have you ever had a girlfriend before?"

  "Nothing serious. Moved around a lot growing up. Never plant my feet too long anywhere now."

  "Don't you want the dream? Fall in love, get married..."

  I leaned back against my seat. She stilled and waited for my answer.

  "I did want it once, thought I'd be a good husband." I turned my gaze to hers. "But I'd also seen the military tear families apart. My mom and dad didn't make it. So I gave up on that when I decided to serve."

  "Lots of military men have wives and families. Look at my parents."

  I squinted at her in the darkness of the cab. "Look closer at your parents."

  "They've been through rough times, but…"

  "You said your dad's rejecting you. How's he treating his wife?"

  "They've been grieving the loss of a child. It's only natural they don't go on dates or kiss like they used to."

  "Right. And before Nathan died, how'd they get along?"

  She chewed her lip and looked out her window. "It wasn't easy for Mom. My dad was gone a lot. She'd get lonely."

  "See. I don't want anyone feeling sad over me. Easier for me to do my duty without making a woman suffer, so no, I don't want the dream."

  "What if you found someone you couldn't resist?"

  "Like an Army brat with a fine ass who gets wet from a firm spanking?"

  She blushed and looked down. "Maybe."

  "Oh now you're shy? You weren't so modest when Falcon and I had you alone."

  "I'm not shy. I liked it."

  "Would you do it again?"

  "Not with Falcon…" Her round doe eyes gazed up at me. I should turn her over and spank her right here in my truck for being so damn innocent and sexy at the same time.

  "I can't date you," I said instead.

  "You sound disappointed."

  "Truth? I am. In any other situation, I'd be courting you."

  "Courting me?" She laughed. "Who says that?"

  "I do. I may have grown up all over the world, but I spent a lot of years in North Carolina. I know how to be a gentleman. If I could be the man you need, I'd show you what I mean. You wouldn't be laughing after a few dates with me."

  "A little Southern gentleman hospitality?"

  "That's right."

  Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout, drawing me closer to her despite my efforts to keep my distance. She sucked in a quick breath when I nipped her lip, pulling it between my teeth. Stopping at that point was impossible, so I kissed her. God, her lips were a lush pillows I could taste forever. She opened for me and I deepened the kiss, seeking her tongue and tangling it with mine. She whimpered into my mouth and grabbed my shoulders, angling her body toward me. Fire burned up my spine as the callouses on my hands snagged on the lace of her dress, caressing her luscious hips. I could spend days memorizing the intricacies of her contours. And she was only twenty. As she matured, she'd grow into an ideal woman. A man could only wish for a wife as breathtaking as her. A man like Firefighter Bustillo.

  I moved her hands off me and settled her back in her seat. "We shouldn't."

  "Why?" She panted and wiped her bottom lip. "Because of my dad? We could talk to him. He likes you."

  "He respects me as a soldier. He won't want me for you. Even taking you home tonight, I was pushing it. He could retract his rec for Delta and make my life hell." She shook her head. My fingertips on her jaw turned her chin toward me and I softened my voice. "But it's more than that. You don't want to date a military man. I'd be coming and going, you worrying about me."

  "It'd be worth it if I could be yours and I knew you'd always return to me."

  I growled and clenched my fists to keep from grabbing her again and smashing her down on my hard cock. "You're testing my patience, Eden, because my dick wants to drive you back to my hotel and show you all the different ways I wanna fuck you, but my brain knows you gotta say goodnight and go inside."

  "Take me. Drive me back to your hotel. Show me. I want it too."

  "God, please. Go inside."

  "No. We can do it here, in front of my parents' house." She yanked her dress over her shoulders and shimmied it down, revealing her mouth-watering breasts. The sexy black lace bra covering the bottom half pushed them together and raised them up.

  Holy hell. "Woman…"

  "Kiss them." She climbed on my lap and pushed her tits under my chin. "Kiss them." She yanked her bra down and tucked it under her mounds.

  "Baby, stop." My god, her nipples called to me. They needed to be tasted. The first time, I'd only touched them. Why hadn't I sucked on them when I had the chance?

  I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.

  Langbow's daughter. Off-limits.

  Self-restraint. I prided myself on it.

  The beam of light cresting over the hill behind us deterred any remaining notion of giving in to her pleas. I positioned her in her seat and she fixed her clothes. The car passed us by and made a right at the end of her street. "You need to get inside. Wouldn't be good if your dad caught us."

  "Right. My dad."

  I came around the other side of the truck to walk her to her door.

  "Call me." She gazed up at me and gently placed her hand on my stomach above my belt, nudging the tip of my hard dick through the thick wool of my service uniform.

  "No." The more I talked to Eden, the more I'd care for her and I was already in too deep.

  "We can at least be friends, right?"

  I looked up from her hopeful eyes and checked the street again. Deserted. If I told her no, her face would darken and the glow she wore from all my efforts tonight would fade away. I couldn't do that to her right now.

  "Sure." I lied.

  Her smile lit up her face, and her tits pressed against my abs with her hug. I kissed the top of her head and caressed her hair down her back.

  "Night, Violet."

  "Night, Boggs."

  Chapter 6

  My pledge to steer clear of a fruitless friendship with Eden lasted less than twenty-four hours.

  I'd called her the night after the banquet, and we'd talked for the duration of my half-hour break.

  "Come to Baltimore this weekend," Eden said, her voice flirty.

  She hadn't asked me to come see her in any of our mealtime conversations over the past two weeks. Smart move on her part because it made me wonder why she wasn't asking.

  "Can't. I'm headed to Vegas for a friend's wedding."

  "Which casino?"

  "Treasure Island."

  "I'll meet you there with my girls."

  "You need to be twenty-one to get into the casinos."

  "We have fake IDs."

  "Your dad…"

  "I'll tell him my girlfriends are taking me for my birthday. He won't find out. What happens in Vegas…"

  "Not a good idea."

  "C'mon. Imagine the fun we'll have."

  "I'm thinking of all the trouble you'd cause."

  "I play a mean blackjack. Your sniper training won't help you at a game of chance."

  Her dad might not find out, but we'd be playing with fire. "If I see you again, I'm gonna wanna fuck you."

  "What's wrong with that?"

  "Not safe for your heart."

  "How would us fucking in Vegas be unsafe for my heart? I'm thinking my heart would have a damn good time."

  "I can't be that man for you. I'm leaving in three weeks."

  "I'm not asking you to be my man. It'll be a one-time fling. No courting. No strings. Just the magic of Vegas, baby."

  "Are you saying you only want me for sex?"

  "Yes, stupid. A man like you and a woman
like me, we're explosive together. We can't let this chance pass us by. I'll meet you in Vegas."

  Eden's carefree voice made it all sound so simple. Like we could have hot sex in Vegas and walk away from it as friends.

  "Deal."

  We could never be friends. You can't be friends with someone you're falling in love with.

  ***

  Las Vegas, Nevada

  "Whar be the rings?" the pirate officiant asked Diesel and Coral as they stood on the deck of the Siren's Song at the Treasure Island Hotel in Las Vegas.

  The omnipresent desperation of Vegas seemed magnified at weddings, particularly this one with a red-headed bride on a fake pirate ship.

  When a buccaneer bearing the rings swooped in on a rope and landed on the deck, Diesel and his best man, Blaze, braced and raised their fists in a boxing guard.

  The crowd watching from the observation area cheered and laughed, but Falcon and I knew the guys were actually prepared in the event a real pirate attacked the wedding ceremony.

  "I now pronounce ye wench and Captain Jack. You may kiss your booty."

  Diesel locked lips with his new wife and dipped her back. She laughed as he made a point of kissing each of her surgically enhanced breasts. Her leg bent at the knee, showing off her long, tan legs beneath a short corset-like dress.

  "Go forth and plunder." The officiant took off his feathered cap and waved it in an arc in front of him.

  Blaze tore his best man's red eyepatch off as he disembarked the ship and made his way over to me and Falcon in the viewing area. His forced smile faded, and he rubbed his hand over his face.

  "You look green, man. Wasn't you who took the plunge," I said to him.

  "I get a little sick every time Diesel gets married."

  "This one might last."

  He shook his head. "I give it eight months. Six if we make the unit."

  "Then it's six months because we're making the unit. I ain't suffering through training to fail and neither are you."

  "I won't fail," he said with steely determination, his eyes focused on the pirate couple posing for pictures on the ship.

  Blaze had the best tactical mind I'd ever seen, and Diesel's intelligence skills were unbeatable. They both had excellent odds of making the unit.

  "Hey, soldier. Wanna get married?"

  I turned to see Eden and three girls standing behind us. She'd dressed up classy with half her hair in some kind of crown on her head, the rest curling over her shoulders. An off-white dress hugged her hips and thin straps held up a mesh over her tempting tits.

  My shoulders tensed as she hugged Falcon. But when she pressed her body up against me, I relaxed. She smelled good and looked up at me like I hung the moon. With my hand on her lower back, I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead.

  Mine.

  "These are my friends, Mia, Olivia, and Marie."

  I waved hello to her friends who were all dressed up for a night on the town.

  "This is Blaze, Falcon."

  "Are those your real names," the girl named Mia asked.

  "No. Let me tell you how Blaze got his name." Falcon wrapped an arm around Mia and she smiled up at him.

  "This wedding party's moving to the casino. Let's go, ladies." Blaze motioned for the other two girls to precede him. "I'll teach you how to cheat at poker.

  "Wow, they hit it off quickly," Eden said and followed her friends to the casino.

  ***

  She swallowed down three Long Island iced teas while she played blackjack like an old pro. I kept one arm on the back of her chair. She lit up when she won a hand. Once again I was impressed by how well she held her alcohol.

  "You're only drinking water?" she asked me again.

  "Not drinking during training."

  "How am I gonna take advantage of you if I can't get you drunk?"

  "I don't need to be drunk for that. Just keep jiggling your tits like you've been doing and you can have your way with me."

  Diesel came up behind us. "We're taking a limo to Pleasure Cove."

  "Woo hoo! Limo ride!" Eden threw her cards down and tossed her chips into her purse. She hopped off her seat, grabbing my hand and tugging me to the casino exit.

  Coral, still wearing her pirate wedding dress, climbed into the limo first, with Diesel close behind her in his tux. Blaze and Eden's friends sat in the plush velvet seat across from us.

  "Where's Falc?" I asked Blaze.

  He shrugged. "Probably giving Mia the treatment somewhere."

  Eden giggled. She knew what kind of treatment Falcon liked to hand out. As we rode down the strip, Eden shouted, "Open the sunroof!"

  The driver rolled it open. Her heels slipped as she tried to stand on the seat. She turned to face me, and I grabbed her ass to steady her so she could climb her top half through the sunroof. "Hey, Las Vegas! Carpe Diem!" She loosened the straps of her dress and pulled it down under her boobs.

  "Woman! What the hell are you doing?"

  "I'm a Tropicana girl!"

  "Put your damn dress on, Tropicana girl."

  "I'll put it on if you marry me."

  "Hell no." I slapped her ass hard.

  Her hand came back through the opening and her pointed nails rubbed the spot I'd smacked. "Again."

  "Fucking hell." I looked around the limo for support but Diesel had Coral flat on the bench and Blaze was covered in Olivia and Marie.

  She danced and swayed her hips in front of my face, the sweet scent from between her legs hitting my nose. I smacked her again, this time leaving my hand on her ass and pulling her to my mouth. I kissed her mound through the fabric. She writhed above me, giggling and displaying her tits to all of Vegas.

  I reached up to maneuver her torso back in through the roof. As gravity pulled her down, she landed with her knees straddling my hips and her face up close to mine. I kissed her and her strawberry lip gloss glued us together like a fruity lube.

  "Mmm." Her fingertips dug into my jaw, holding my lips close to hers. Her warm breath smelled like spun sugar. My rigid shaft stretched the front of my slacks to a taut tent. "Let's do it right here," she whispered in my ear.

  God, yes. After her topless show, my dick ached to push inside her, right now. Violet would love for me to do her here in the limo with all our friends listening and watching, my little exhibitionist.

  "We have the skyline bridal suite." Coral's words were muffled by Diesel's body on hers.

  Alright. We'll take this one indoors. No one else was screwing in the limo. Didn't want to make a scene at Diesel's wedding. But someday, I would have Eden in a limo. I added it to my mental fuck-it list while fixing her clothes and hair. We piled out of the limo in a heap in front of Pleasure Cove Resort.

  We made our way to the bridal suite on the thirty-fifth floor. Diesel grabbed a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and poured us each a long flute of bubbly.

  "To the newlyweds." Blaze held Olivia and Marie under his arms and raised a glass to Diesel. "May they fuck long and hard."

  Diesel and Blaze exchanged a heated stare. Blaze always chose words that provoked reactions, positive or negative. This time he taunted Diesel by not offering the traditional best-man's wish for a long life together, instead focusing on the sex. The other guests in the room clinked their glasses together before taking a sip, but Blaze lifted his glass higher toward Diesel and Coral, tipping his chin.

  "Night, all. I'm off to consummate this marriage." Diesel scooped Coral up and carried her to the master bedroom. Blaze's gaze followed their path, a look of disappointment in his eyes. Why was he so upset? Diesel would still be part of our team, married or not. Plus, if he's repeating his pattern, Coral is temporary. Blaze took the couch and had the two girls sit on either side of him.

  I walked Eden to a large patio encased in glass. The room cantilevered out over the huge pool intertwined between the hotel towers. Lamps in the shape of tiki torches burned next to a mattress-sized lounger with canary yellow cushions. They hissed out air as I sat dow
n, pulling Eden on top of me. "Anyone up above could get a look at what I'm about to do to you."

  "They're welcome to watch if it floats their boats."

  She unbuttoned my dress shirt and pushed it over my shoulders. She tugged at my undershirt, and I did a crunch to help her pull it over my head.

  "Wow. You're even more cut than last time." She trailed her fingers over the ripples of my abs.

  "Glad you like it, babe. But it's not for looks. A quarter-inch of muscle can be the difference between life and death for me."

  "Your body is your weapon."

  "That's right."

  "And these are your guns." She lowered her head and lapped at my abs. Her hair tickled my skin as she made her sexy mewing kitten sounds.

  She drizzled some champagne from her glass over my stomach then licked it up. I took a sip of champagne in my mouth and kissed her. The bubbles fizzled between our lips. Yum. With another sip, I slipped her dress down around her waist and took her left tit in my mouth, my tongue coating her nipple in the bubbles.

  "Off. Off. Off." She bounced on my dick.

  "Yes, ma'am." I pulled a condom from my wallet and unbuttoned my pants.

  "Can we skip the condom?"

  I pulled her face to mine. "You on the Pill?"

  "Yes. And I was just tested."

  "Me too."

  "Yippee!"

  I only agreed because after tonight, she'd be mine and wouldn't be screwing anyone else.

  I got her panties off and my thumb found her clit. My other hand raised her up and slammed her down on my cock. God, it felt phenomenal without a condom between us. Her tits bounced as she rode me. I ignored the small part of me deep inside telling me I was home.

  She came hard with her head thrown back and her mouth open. My rhythm faltered as I pumped up into her from below, exploding inside her with a grunt. She flopped forward and rested her cheek on my chest.

  "It feels like home with you."

  "I know."

  Her thoughts matched mine. Eden Langbow was meant for me. Time to tell her. I took a deep breath and let it fly. "I don't wanna be just friends with you, Eden. I want more."

  Her head popped up and she stared at me with wide eyes. "What about my dad?"

  "We'll convince him I'm the man for you."

  "But, Delta Force selection—"