Help Our Heroes: A Military Charity Anthology

by T. L. Wainwright

  She delights me by pulling off her panties, and I guess hers are as uncomfortable as my own. I follow suit, relieved to get the sodden material away from my tingling skin. My massive cock springs free, soaking my stomach with its sticky juice. Kathy grabs it and rubs it up and down, letting the liquid run over her fingers.

  Her soft hand keeps up a steady rhythm while the other one roams up and down my torso, flicking at my nipples and stroking the hairs of my chest. I’m getting harder by the second and I know I won’t be able to hold off much longer.

  I’m relieved when she reaches for my jeans and pulls out the box of condoms we bought in preparation. I’ve already unwrapped the outer plastic — I’m not an idiot — and she easily opens the box and pulls out a tiny foil packet. With swift fingers she rolls the sheath over my throbbing dick and continues to rub it up and down as before.

  I reach down for her pussy but there’s no time for me to play, as she’s astride me in a second and teetering on the head of my waiting cock. No longer coy and shy, she raises a questioning eyebrow, teasing the life out of me as she licks her lips and waits.

  I nod. “Yes.”

  With a salacious wink she places the end of my knob inside her and slides down the shaft, enveloping me in her warm wetness. She rides me like I’ve never felt before, all the time maintaining eye contact and moaning loudly.

  I can’t believe the fervour she ignites in me and I hammer home as hard as I can, careful not to hurt her, but unable to hide my ardour as we both crash into an almighty climax that sends my whole brain into a spiral. My hot juice forces its way out of my body and into the rubber sack while her tongue penetrates my mouth, owning it with the power of a passionate woman.

  “I love you,” I gasp, realising the meaning of those words for the first time in my life. “My sweetheart!”

  “I love you, too,” she whispers, draping her languid body over mine. “My hero.”

  THE END

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  Outranked In Love

  by

  JF Holland

  Blurb

  All it took was one incident, and Adam Jones lost not only his mobility, but also his army career.

  Adam is attracted to Hannah Summers, but as she's his best friend, Phil’s sister, she's out of bounds. Unfortunately, Adam’s feelings for her are no longer clear cut as lines he shouldn't cross begin to blur.

  As Hannah tries to help Adam come to terms with his life changing injury, confusing dreams taunt him with all that is now out of his reach. Despondent over his losses, Adam sends her away.

  Taunted by images Adam can’t decide if fact or fiction, he begins to suspect he's either forgotten something important or else he’s losing his mind

  Can he unravel the mystery to what he's missing, or will he lose something even more important to him than his career?

  Dedication

  May I take this opportunity to thank those who put their lives on the line to protect us.

  The sacrifice, both yourself and your loved ones give so selflessly in service to your country is truly appreciated.

  Prologue

  Hannah sat in her car outside of the base, unsure why she’d driven the four-hours to get here.

  Who was she kidding.

  She’d driven here as she’d needed to see Adam before he took off on tour. He’d not come home like he’d promised and she’d missed him. He’d also been a little distant, the tone of his correspondence had changed and she didn’t know why.

  As it would be at least another six-months before he came back off tour… Yeah, here she sat like a loser, unsure of her reception, but unable to stay away.

  She’d tried for years to keep her distance, scared of becoming involved with a soldier.

  However, it had happened anyway.

  But, for some reason, he was now treating her as if it had never happened.

  Just as she was about to turn the key in the ignition and drive away, a familiar figure appeared on the other side of the barrier. She’d recognise him anywhere, Tall, broad, and sporting a swagger born of confidence in his own abilities. He didn’t seem hurt, nothing about him had changed, although, his caramel hair was shorter than she remembered. His head turned, putting his face in profile.

  Damn.

  Hannah’s heart skipped a beat as he grinned, that familiar dimple appearing in his right cheek as he joked with one of his team. Before he could disappear – and she lost her nerve – Hannah jumped out of her car - keys in hand.

  “Adam…” she yelled, running towards the barrier.

  Adam was heading towards the truck, shooting the breeze with Nomad, kit slung over his shoulder when he heard someone yelling his name. Turning, he stared in disbelief as the one person he’d been trying to avoid since he came home, came running towards the barrier.

  Hannah.

  God give him strength.

  He’d stayed away, his own desperation to see her had spooked him. She may no longer be an awkward, shy teenager, but she was still out of bounds being his brother-in-arms’ little sister.

  Not that it stopped him wanting her.

  She went with him wherever he went, her image burned into his subconscious, from her short, chin length bobbed black hair, to her large, expressive green eyes.

  Thoughts of her had kept him company on many a tour, even though she shouldn’t. She was his weakness, but in those dark hours, she had also become not only his salvation but also his sanity.

  Unfortunately, he couldn’t have her, but taking her in, standing there in ripped fitted jeans and a t-shirt, his chest ached with longing. He saw how she watched him so warily. As he headed her way, it morphed, her mouth tilting up in a smile, and felt a tug on his memory.

  Laughter, soft skin, whispers in the dark and closeness.

  Frowning, he tried to tug at the strands to unravel the mystery.

  Memory or dream?

  Surely a dream, it had to be.

  She was out of bounds.

  Although, that didn’t stop him wanting her with a desperation stronger than his need for breath.

  As he tugged, trying to unravel the fragments in his mind, his head began to ache. When the throb in his temple began to intensify, with a sigh he let it go.

  He’d been having headaches since just before his last tour. However, he’d not sought treatment for them, putting it down to stress. Being a Sergeant came with a cost, decisions he made could affect the lives of many.

  He needed to make sure his team was physically fit, well trained, and ready for anything.

  Always stressful, especially on tour.

  If he fucked up, the price paid could be lives lost.

  Not something he wanted on his conscience.

  He’d already done and seen enough for more than one life-time.

  As he watched her, her smile faltered, and she turned, as if to leave.

  His conviction to keep his distance weakened, especially when he caught the flash of disappointment enter her eyes. She looked at him as if he’d let her down and his restraint snapped.

  “I won’t be a minute,” he told Nomad and jogged over to her.

  “Hi.”

  “Hi yourself,” she replied, her smile returning, although, it appeared forced, and her expression was a little guarded.

  “Hannah, what are you doing here?”

  “You didn’t come home… and… I couldn’t let you go off again without wishing you luck,” she told him. Then standing on tiptoes, she reached over the barrier and wrapping her arms around him.

  He felt the warmth of her arms on the back of his neck, her breath feathering over his throat and he froze, that buzz starting in his head. Tugging, he found shadow
s moving, but then she spoke and it vanished. “Promise me you’ll be careful,” she whispered in his ear, squeezing him before pulling back.

  “Always princess,” he told her, his pale blue eyes holding hers captive as he ran a finger over her cheek.

  He instantly missed her closeness, but one touch was all he allowed himself.

  A taste of the forbidden to keep him going.

  As his finger lightly stroked the smooth skin of her cheek, the shadow moved again, laughter, moans, something….

  “Hey, are you okay?” Hannah looked up at him with concern, teeth nibbling at her bottom lip as that wariness crept back into her eyes.

  There is was again, that shadow, moving.

  He was missing something, something important, but…

  Shit.

  His head hurt like a son of a bitch. The ache intensifying, his temples throbbing so badly now, his head felt like it had its own heart-beat.

  “Yo, Serge, they’re loading up,” came Nomad’s voice over his shoulder.

  “I’ve got to go,” Adam told Hannah, letting the shadow go.

  His eyes roamed over her face, taking in her features one last time. Then, unable to resist, he dropped his kit and jumped the barrier.

  Pulling her into his arms, he embraced her, absorbing the feel and weight of her body against his own. He squirrelled away every nuance of the sensation to store away to take with him. Something he could pull it out and think of it when his job got to him. He absorbed everything about her, from how she felt to how she smelt and even the rasp of her breathing.

  It was over in a second.

  Gone, far too quickly, but he had to let go before he was tempted to do more… although.

  Tug.

  He pulled again on the thread, trying to shift the shadow and reveal what it was hiding in his subconscious, but again, he came up blank. All he got was that familiar ache behind his eyes.

  Reluctantly, he released Hannah, holding himself rigid, fighting his need to keep touching her and with what he couldn’t remember as he stepped back away from her.

  “Don’t forget to write,” she told him, as he ducked back beneath the barrier. “And Adam, remember, you promised me you’d be careful.”

  When had he promised?

  Again, he looked at her, but she wouldn’t hold his gaze, her eyes staring over his shoulder. “Come home safe, do you hear!”

  Her throat moved as she told him this, her smile once again in place but wavering.

  Adam nodded, mouth grim, and with that, picked up his kit and walked away.

  Hannah swallowed again, the lump in her throat so big, it threatened to choke her as she watched his retreating back.

  Chapter 1

  Four-Weeks Later: -

  Adam lay listlessly in his hospital bed, eyes staring morosely at the ceiling. He didn’t want to be here.

  He was no longer whole.

  Neither in body nor spirit.

  The surgery had gone well – or so his surgeon and shrink kept telling him. Yes, he was still alive, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to be at this point. He had nothing to look forward to but lying here listening to the incessant beeping of the machine at his side. The sound pounded in his skull like a drum, a loud proclamation that his heart was still beating, a relentless reminder.

  It depressed the shit out of him as it continued to beep.

  Oh, and there went the blood pressure cuff, the puff as it inflated, squeezing his bicep to check he was all ‘A’ okay.

  Oh, joy.

  God, what a mess.

  He was half a man.

  Well, that’s how he felt.

  It should have just been a routine patrol.

  No big deal.

  It should have been simple.

  A clean in and out as the baddies had already cleared out - or so their intel had informed them.

  Unfortunately, they hadn’t gotten the memo.

  They’d been shooting the breeze and generally yanking each other’s chains on the trip over to this supposedly deserted village on the outskirts of their base. It was something they did often to relieve tension as they moved out on these kinds of missions. Adam had gotten out of the truck first as he was in the lead, but when he was about ten-yards out, Norman Fielding, aka, Nomad - due to his wandering eyes and ever ready hard-on - had said something. It was just a smart-arse crack about Adam’s refusal to fuck some random woman who’d propositioned him in a bar on their last night of R&R before they’d flew out. It was all done in jest, and chuckling, Adam turned back to tell him to fuck himself when the quiet made itself known. Sobering, his hand had rose in warning to the others as he looked around, listening to the silence, trying to get a bead on what was coming.

  No indication though.

  Just complete silence.

  The type which had the hair on the back of your neck standing up to attention. The absence of noise was so complete it left your ears ringing - which was normally a warning in itself – but had a whole other connotation when its absence was interrupted by a familiar whistling in the air. As he hunkered down, making himself a smaller target, Adam warily eyed the derelict buildings surrounding them. However, as he edged upwards to make a run for cover, the whistling sound ended in a thud. On impact, Adam stumbled forward onto his knees, pain exploding in his right calf, buckling his leg and dropping him.

  All hell broke loose then as his team scrambled to cover him as he tried getting to his feet. However, with his lower leg being smashed, he hit the deck again and his rifle fell to the floor as fresh agony bloomed up his leg. Teeth gritted, he rolled sideways and pulled his Glock from its holster on his left thigh. He rested on his elbows, lifting the gun, tracking the surrounding buildings as he tried to locate a target. From his prone position, he rubbed his eye with his shoulder to clear his wavering vision, and tried again, but it was no use, he couldn’t see shit.

  Nomad crab walked over to Adam, grabbed the webbing on his kit, and dragged him backwards towards the safety of the truck. Voices could be heard shouting, but it came out muffled, Adam’s hearing off as the buzzing in his head got louder. Covering shots were fired towards the buildings, followed by a scream of pain as Nomad continued dragging him towards the open door of the truck. Adam dug his left boot into the dirt, trying to help Nomad shift his dead weight as his right leg lay sprawled out, mashed and useless. When the second shot hit, he knew he was in trouble, the ricochet of the round being fired filled him with dread - and that was before the pain had torn through his already damaged leg. His body jerked violently at the multiple rounds of buck shot more or less exploded his already damaged limb and sprayed up his thighs. The impact had been close range, a shadowy figure stood in a doorway not forty-feet away. Adam heard a shot fired from over his shoulder followed by a thud, just as a white-hot lance of inscrutable agony took his breath.

  Nomad overbalanced and lost his hold as Adam’s body went into spasm at the shattering impact. Unable to help himself as he writhed in pain, Nomad quickly righted himself, took a firmer grip on the webbing, and continued dragging Adam towards the safety of the vehicle. Groaning due to the rough ride, Adam ground his jaw to hold in his screams of agony, but after what felt like an eternity, he was finally pulled into the vehicle as other hands helped. Once inside, he was relieved of the Glock he’d never gotten to fire.

  The last thing Adam saw as the vehicle took off was a boot lay in the crimson dirt still attached to camo material which was ragged, and flapping in the breeze. The bright red stain surrounding it trailed up towards the tyre tracks, and as Adam lay slumped against the seat - vision wavering - he was hit with the realisation as the door shut that it was his own foot which had been left behind with his rifle.

  Shouts went out for a medic, and Adam knew he’d not be keeping his promise to Hannah. He also knew that if Nomad hadn’t been dragging him at the time, the shot would have been higher, possibly killing him outright. However, as pressure was applied to his fucked-up leg it he wasn’t sure he’d ha
ve rather it had ended him. Mercifully, by that point it was lights out as the burning agony sucked him down into a black-void.

  Chapter 2

  Hannah rushed through the hospital, getting lost in the honeycomb maze of corridors. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, she stepped onto the ICU ward. Sanitizing her hands at the entrance - as directed - she rubbed the astringent into her skin while heading for the nurse’s station. No one was behind, but there was a dozen opened curtained cubicles along the back wall. When her eyes landed on the bed she searched for, her heart nearly stopped.

  So many tubes, monitors and wires surrounded him.

  Adam.

  Her eyes flicked to the monitor showing his heart beating, and nearly collapsed in relief.

  When she’d gotten the phone call, she’d been with a client. She’d apologized profusely and offered her a refund and a free treatment. She’d left happily enough, but then she’d had to cancel the rest of her afternoon book-ins before grabbing her coat and bag and rushing out.

  Four hours was a long drive when you didn’t know what you were heading into and your mind revelled in throwing up all kinds of scenario’s.

  As they’d given her no information over the phone, the top of her list was if he was still alive.

  He was breathing.

  Thank you, God.

  So long as he kept breathing, everything else he could get over.

  He was young enough and strong enough.

  Her eyes traced down the covers trying to figure out exactly what had put him here, but found no clues. His face was pale, a little bruised and scraped, but apart from that, his lower half was covered with a sheet.