Danger Zone: Tales of Military Passion

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by Marie Harte

“I wonder how you taste,” she murmured. “Like candy? Are you salty-sweet?”

  His pulse hammered. “You really do need to find out. But not like this, with us all hot and sweaty.”

  “Oh? You have something else in mind?”

  “Yeah, I do. How do you feel about bathing your master?”

  “Master?” She started laughing. Not the reaction he’d hoped for, but… “It just figures you’d be into the same kinky shit I am.”

  “Have I told you how sexy you are when you swear like a Marine?”

  “No, tell me…Sir.” She batted her eyelashes at him and continued to hold his dick.

  “Pump me.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She had magic hands. He’d come hard, and she’d already roused him to semi-hardness again.

  “I’m all dirty,” she said.

  “I made a mess in you.” He kissed her while she primed him, and the foreplay had him fully erect in no time. He licked past her lips, flicking his tongue over her teeth and penetrating her mouth as he mimicked what he’d soon be doing with his cock. “Before we clean you up, let’s get me all clean.”

  He gripped her by the hair and pushed her down.

  She went to her knees without protest, and the view of her breasts and thick nipples aroused him like crazy. Knowing she knelt, submissive, brought the monster inside him out in full force.

  “Good little slave.” He stared at her, seeing her gaze glued to his cock. “Lick me up, girl. Clean your master up with that tongue.”

  She watched him as she leaned forward and stuck her tongue out. Seeing her pink flesh slide along his, feeling her stroke his dick, was better than any fantasy, and he’d had plenty of those.

  “Take me inside. I’m thick, so you’re going to have to stretch wide. It might hurt a little.”

  The magic words, because her moan and subsequent sucking of his cockhead brought him to his toes.

  Then she grazed his balls with her hands, and he shoved harder than he’d meant. She gagged on his cock, so he withdrew until only the tip of him remained inside. It didn’t escape his notice that by now his come must have spread down her pussy and inner thighs, marking her with his seed.

  “So good, baby. So good.” He pushed back between her lips and watched himself slide inside. She took half of him before choking. “Breathe through your nose,” he ordered and gripped her hair while he gave her more. Another inch. Then another. Finally, he seated the whole of himself in her mouth.

  Her eyes watered, but she continued to stare up at him.

  “You’re fucking amazing.” He withdrew then thrust back in. Her tongue caressed him, and she sucked harder when he started fucking her mouth.

  He lost track of the need to go slowly as she watched him with those big blue-green eyes. Her intensity furthered his pleasure, until he took her with the single-minded purpose of binding them as one.

  Bobby pulled out of her mouth in a rush and nudged her to the floor. “Turn over, on your hands and knees,” he rasped and mounted her. In one smooth drive, he took her. So wet, she accepted him with ease. He let go of everything but the need to claim her, trusting his pleasure to her alone.

  “You’re mine. Say it.”

  “I’m yours. Bobby, please,” she pleaded as she rocked under him with each passing thrust.

  “Touch yourself. Come around me,” he growled and clenched her hips while he rode her.

  She readjusted her balance and fingered herself, her body tightening around him. “Oh, oh yes. Yes.”

  He felt her squeeze him, the pulse of need overwhelming. He thrust twice more and exploded. “April.” He made another mess, loving the thought of marking her.

  The endorphins gave him a high like nothing else, but it was the woman he was buried inside that brought his heart back to life in a big, scary way.

  He remained a part of her while they recovered. When he withdrew and stood, he found himself on shaking legs. That April was just as unsteady when he helped her to stand only slightly relieved him.

  “You okay?” He sounded gruff, even to his ears.

  “I don’t know. Am I still alive?”

  He chuckled. “I think so.”

  “Oh wow. If I’d known how amazing you and your wonder dick would be, I’d have hopped on board the Thorn-train a long time ago.”

  He laughed harder. “Next stop, domination-ville?”

  She flushed.

  “Come on. You can’t be embarrassed about that.”

  “About what, exactly?”

  “About the fact you came all over me because you get off on being dominated.”

  “So?”

  “So I about lost it when you called me Sir. Don’t worry, April. You’re my kind of girl.”

  She smiled, and he lost himself in her eyes. “That’s Major Soames to you…Bobby.” She brought his face down to hers and kissed him. “You’re a good kisser too. Now you seem like a Bobby. Before you were definitely a Thorn.”

  “There’s a difference?”

  “Oh yes.” She caressed his shoulders, and he swore if he’d been cat, he’d be purring. “But don’t worry. I like both Bobby and Thorn. A lot.”

  His heart warmed, and it seemed to beat faster as he watched her. She liked him—a good thing, because Bobby thought he might be falling for her. And loving someone who didn’t love him back wasn’t something he wanted to go through again.

  Hot sex, not love, moron, he tried to tell himself. Yet as he drew April with him toward the bathroom for a shower, he had a bad feeling he no longer knew the different where she was concerned.

  Chapter Five

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  MONDAY AFTERNOON, APRIL dragged her forearm over her brow to wipe away the sweat. As promised, Bobby had reverted back to Thorn and remained a pain in her ass. They’d spent all day yesterday together doing things that had made her body pleasantly sore. She hadn’t been so well-used in years, and God willing they’d get to bumping and grinding again.

  Last night, between orgasms, he’d picked up Lobo, who now sat next to Thorn as the pair of them lazed outside in the shade, watching her put the plant bed to rights.

  “I wish I knew why he was so fixated on this thing.” She knelt on the grass and rolled her neck on her shoulders. Thorn, that bastard, had insisted she repair the sprinkler.

  Instead of just doing it himself, he’d stood over her while instructing her on what to do. Since she actually liked getting her hands dirty, she’d pretended to hem and haw about fixing it, while enjoying the heck out of repairing something with her bare hands.

  Thorn gave her a sly smile. “I know why I’m fixated. Two very special things captured my attention.” He stared at her breasts, barely contained by the bikini she’d once bought on a lark. Figured he’d snagged the skimpy suit out of all her bathing suits to choose from. “Just yesterday you refused to wear your bikini. But a few orgasms and you’re putty in my hands. I’ll have to remember how to bend you to my will.” His evil chuckle made her want to laugh.

  “I’m not even going to argue with that, because I’m feeling too good to complain.” She tugged at her bottoms digging into her ass beneath her jean shorts. “You know, you might have picked something a little more flattering for me. Like my black and blue striped bikini.”

  “Are you kidding? Compared to this suit, that one was like wearing granny panties and an old lady bra. This is totally you.” He eyed her up and down. “Smokin’ hot. Your tits look amazing. And your ass—if you weren’t such a downer by covering it up—is bitable. Just…wow.”

  Her cheeks felt hot. “Thanks, I think. It’s not every day I’m told my tits are amazing.”

  He laughed. “You’re so red right now.”

  “I can’t help it. I’m not used to you and me being…”

  “Being what?” He left his lounge chair and crossed to her as she rose to her feet.

  “Friendly.”

  “Hmm. Friendly. Good word for it, I suppose.” He took her chin in his hand and studied
her.

  She frowned. “What? Do I have dirt on my face or something?”

  “Or something.” His smirk annoyed and aroused her. So weird. “I knew you were good-looking, but I never figured you for a closet kinkster. Little sub.”

  “Would you stop?” He continued to bring up yesterday’s bed play, as if daring her to contradict him. Which she wouldn’t, because he spoke true. It still made her a little uncomfortable that she’d been so open with him. Sure, she’d known Gunnery Sgt. Thorn before Lobo had messed up his yard, but mostly by reputation. To have been so honest with Bobby, after only really knowing him a few days, made her nervous.

  She liked Thorn—more than she should. In another few weeks she’d be taking off for parts unknown. Why would any smart woman involve herself with a man when she had the world at her feet? Oh boy, it’s like I’m suddenly channeling Mom. Stop the insanity!

  “I’m not in the market for a man,” she blurted to stave thoughts of Mona Soames. “I’m only here until my sister comes back.”

  “Sure thing, Major.” He kissed her.

  “I mean it. I’m not shopping around for a relationship.”

  “I get you.” Thorn kissed her again, this time bringing her in for a full body hug. And oh my God, he felt so good against her. She lost herself in the embrace before he pulled away, looking satisfied.

  “I,” she paused to clear her throat. “I’m having fun with you, and I think you’re having fun with me. I mean, this, us, it’s great. The sex is amazing. Just, really, really good.” Ramble much?

  His slow smile did odd things to her stomach. Butterflies took up residence and fluttered all over the place. April didn’t understand how he made her feel so uneven. Hot and cold, annoyed and elated, aroused and…well, aroused. Had to be the sex. Yet she’d been with other men before and never felt so close to them. Even the ones who’d been good at sex had never made her feel so warm and protected, so thoroughly taken. Thorn had an intensity to him that made her feel like the only woman in the world when he watched her.

  She realized he was stroking her shoulder. His hand crept down her front while he watched her, and he brushed against her breast twice before she understood he’d done it on purpose.

  “Not out here.” If only she could control her body the way he apparently could. She felt wet and needy, and they’d just made love—had sex—a few hours ago.

  “Why not?” He nodded behind her. “My fence is high enough that no one can see us. Besides, my neighbors are at work.” Thorn had taken the next three weeks off for leave.

  She loved and hated the fact, because she had no reasonable excuse to ignore him. She too was on leave and planned to enjoy every minute of it. If she could keep her feelings for the man limited to physical attraction and friendship, she’d be more confident around him. But he made her want things for her future she hadn’t been considering. And her life was confusing enough.

  “But—”

  “But what, sexy?” He palmed her breast and squeezed, rubbing deliberately over her nipple.

  “Stop.” She tried to glare, but her moan did her in.

  “Yeah, you like that. You’re so sensitive here.” He covered both breasts with his hands. “I love touching you.” He stared into her eyes and slowly untied her suit from behind her neck.

  She put her hand up to stop him. “What—”

  “No. Don’t move.”

  He loved his dominance games. And so did she.

  “But we’re gardening,” came out shakier than she’d intended. “I told you I’m not about being your sex toy twenty-four/seven.”

  “Then why are you just standing there, shaking, while I do whatever I want with you?” He leaned closer and whispered, “Because I can. I can fuck you, bend you over, make you drop to your knees and suck me off. And you’ll do it, won’t you?”

  She really wished she could grow a backbone right now, but since they’d both shared a few truths about their fantasies last night, he knew she wanted this. He wanted it as well, which shot her control all to hell.

  “Won’t you?” he growled and released the tie on her suit, then hurried to untie the string at her back. It dropped between them, then he stood back and nodded. “Get back to work.”

  She wanted him now, and he knew it. The only good thing about playing with him was knowing how much he wanted her too, as the impressive erection tenting his nylon shorts attested.

  “Prick.”

  He shook his head. “You’ll pay for that later. Now tend to my plants while I train your hopeless dog.”

  “He’s not my dog,” she muttered and went back to the garden, secretly thrilled at being topless. She didn’t think anyone else would see her, but that Thorn could made it all so naughty.

  He ignored her and focused on the dog, teaching Lobo how to sit and stay, commands the dog should already have been trained to obey yet didn’t. She stopped shoveling and watched the play of sunlight over Thorn’s body.

  April sighed, wishing lust was the only thing she felt. If only he’d be a demanding jerk when they weren’t sexually involved. But he’d made her breakfast and shared a sensual shower earlier, where he saw to her needs before his own. An unselfish lover. Check. A kick-ass body. Check. A big package he knew how to use. Double check. And he smiled with his whole body when he looked at her. Oh man, triple-quadruple check.

  She turned-to on the sprinkler and finished the repair.

  “The dog obeys. Let’s see about you,” came a low growl right in her ear.

  She started, not having heard him creep up on her. Before she could turn around, he knelt behind her and put his arms around her waist.

  “Um, awkward position here, Thorn.” She was off balance, her bottom snugly pressed against his steely cock as she sat on her heels, one hand holding a shovel. And I’m topless, don’t forget that. Her nipples felt every breeze that passed, wishing Thorn’s fingers would replace the wind.

  “Tell me about your sister.”

  “Are you kidding me?”

  He yanked her with him to stand and dragged her to the lounge chair, where he sat before pulling her onto his lap. He had her straddle him, face-to-face.

  He stared at her breasts and licked his lips.

  She waited.

  He did nothing but stare as she drenched her teeny-tiny bottoms, so aroused she ached.

  “Come on.” She nudged him with a soft kiss, but he didn’t respond. “You know I want you. Suck me.” She held her breast to him and plumped her nipple. April had no problem telling him what she wanted. She just didn’t want to think about it after the fact.

  He raised his gaze to hers. “I said tell me about your sister.”

  She blew out a breath. “You’re going to be difficult about this, aren’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  She sighed. “Fine. She’s younger by a few years.”

  “How many?”

  Still no touching. She decided she’d play until he lost that icy composure. Except for the bar grinding under her bottom, the man might as well have been a statue. She cupped both breasts, teasing herself into greater arousal.

  “Jane is younger than I am by three years. She’s twenty-seven. I’m thirty.”

  “And?”

  He stared again at her chest, his eyes shuttered.

  “Oh, that feels so good.” She rocked over him, heard his sharp intake of breath, and smiled. “Jane is engaged to Dan—Captain Morrow. He seems like a great guy.”

  “Mm-hmm.” His reached around and stroked her back.

  Finally. Touching.

  “Sh-she’s pregnant. Three months.”

  “Congrats. You’re going to be an aunt.” He stroked her lower back and rounded his hands to her front, just under her breasts. “What else?”

  “She’s in Raleigh visiting my parents,” she hissed as he cupped her breasts and stroked her nipples with his thumbs.

  “Pretty.” Thorn took one nipple into his mouth and sucked, tonguing her flesh but not biting or giving
her the rough treatment she needed. The anticipation made her lightheaded until he stopped. “You’re close to your family, aren’t you?”

  It took her a moment to understand him, because he’d moved onto her other breast, tugging her nipple with his lips and teeth. So gentle. Too gentle.

  “We all…God, bite me. Please.”

  He teased with his tongue instead.

  “Bastard.”

  The other hand cupping her breast squeezed, but he refused to clamp down on her nipple.

  “Sorry, Sir.” No, I’m not. “Yes, I’m close to my family. We all love each other, but I can’t think about them right now with you doing such nasty things to me.”

  He chuckled around her taut nub, then gave her the bite she needed.

  She almost came, grinding against him, needing to feel more.

  “You like this, baby?”

  “Yes.” She tried to pull him away so she could kiss him, but he wouldn’t be budged.

  He murmured against her, “I do too. I love holding you. Sucking you.” He drew her other nipple into his mouth and bit down, teething on her until she couldn’t stop moving, feeling so needy, so empty.

  “Please. Inside me.”

  “Out here? Where anyone can see?” he teased.

  “I don’t care.” Wait. He’d said no one could see them. What—?

  Then it didn’t matter, because his hand eased down the front of her belly to her shorts and slid inside. Her brief bikini bottoms were no barrier for his fingers, and she arched into him as he thrust two digits inside her while sucking her nipple back into his mouth. He fed from her, moaning with her as she rode his fingers and came in a rush.

  The orgasm was so intense, she couldn’t think. She could only feel as her body splintered into shards of pleasure.

  “So sweet,” he said, his voice thick, his arousal clear in the tension of his frame, the thick shaft swollen beneath her ass. Thorn withdrew his fingers and pushed her from his lap. “Stand up. Lose the bottoms.”

  She stared into vivid blue eyes bright with hunger. With shaky hands, she removed the rest of her clothing. He said nothing, then pulled her back onto his lap. But this time he made her straddle him up on her knees, and he lifted he a fraction higher so he could shove his face between her legs.

 

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