Fight For Her (Soldiers in Arms Book 1)

by J. A. Bailey

  She considered her ample chest and hoped he’d like them. Waverly had always been on the curvy side but Adam had never said much about her figure either way. From the way Walker was looking at her, she felt like the most beautiful woman on earth.

  He helped her undo her bra and draw it off. The gleam in his eyes told her all she needed to know.

  “Fuck,” he whispered.

  She smiled shyly.

  He took a breast in one hand.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He brought her back close to him and she closed her eyes briefly to savor the sensation.

  “I knew you were gorgeous, Waverly, but I had no idea you were this damned beautiful.”

  She opened her eyes to find him looking intently at her. Her stomach tightened in anticipation.

  “Fuck, I have to have you. I can’t be slow or patient. Is that okay?”

  Waverly nodded. More than okay, though she couldn’t seem to find the words to say so.

  They fumbled with each other’s jeans and Walker tugged down his briefs. The sight of his cock, so hard and large, drew a gasp from her. He was everything a girl could dream of and more.

  When he helped her remove the last of her clothes, the appreciation in his eyes removed any self-consciousness.

  “You’re the kind of woman a man dies for her,” he told her sincerely. “Now come here because I need to feel that hot body against mine.”

  She flung her arms around his neck and felt his hot cock hard against her stomach.

  “Jake,” she murmured as he claimed her mouth.

  Her body was on fire. She needed him more than she had ever needed anyone. This sexy, strong soldier was everything she could ever want.

  As he kissed her, his fingers slipped down between them, first to tweak and pinch a nipple then to slip down between her legs.

  “Christ, you’re wet.”

  She nodded, tilting her head back and closing her eyes when he skimmed a finger over her clit. In recent weeks, she’d been so horny, and nothing had changed. Her pussy was so sensitive to his every touch.

  He circled her nub with his finger over and over, making her gasp until he plunged one long finger into her. She clung onto him for dear life.

  “I can’t wait to see you come.”

  It wouldn’t take long, she thought. He had her close to the edge already but she held onto her orgasm, knowing she wanted to enjoy it while his cock was deep inside her.

  “Please, Jake.”

  He gave a little smirk and edged her over to the office table. With one easy move, he lifted her onto it, the wood cold against her ass. He inched apart her thighs and she felt the dampness there. Her pussy pulsed.

  He knelt down to pull a condom from his jeans and ripped open the packet with his teeth. Sheathing himself, he pushed a hand under her hair and tugged her head back. “Look at me, Waverly. Look at me as I sink into that tight, hot pussy.”

  He used the other hand to grab her ass and hold her tight against him. His cock throbbed, pressed hard against her. She wriggled impatiently.

  Moving back just enough, he lined up his cock with her pussy and thrust hard. Waverly’s eyes widened in shock. He drove into her, hard and fast. The sensation made her shake.

  Walker grinned. “That’s it, baby. Take my cock and look at me with those big baby blues.”

  She swallowed hard, unable to do anything apart from let him push deeper into her. Already her body clamped around him. She was so wet and ready to come apart.

  He seemed to go impossibly deep into her. She wasn’t sure she could even take anymore, yet her body responded to every inch of him sliding in. Head tilted back, she watched a fierce look come across his face once he was fully inside of her. He held himself there for a moment, his brow furrowed and his muscles tense.

  “Christ.” The word was raw and gritty. He was as overwhelmed by this as she.

  Waverly could have no regrets about this, no matter how it ended. He’d promised he’d leave her satisfied and he’d sure as hell deliver on that.

  She reached up to press away the furrow in his brow, trying to soothe away the strong warrior she saw there. He was a complex man, so much a soldier, yet so caring and kind.

  And he fitted inside her perfectly.

  He inched out and came back in hard. She couldn’t prevent the cry from tearing from her throat.

  “That’s it, baby. Scream for me.”

  He did it again. Harder this time. And she screamed.

  The table rocked and the stationary on it rattled. He fucked her harder, faster. Her orgasm came too quickly. As much as she’d wanted to hold onto it and savor it, it hit her like lightning, streaking through her until she was a sweaty, quivering mess.

  “God, you’re beautiful when you come.”

  Through the blissful haze, she registered the words. Had anyone ever said anything like that to her before?

  She didn’t think so.

  But then, she’d never been with someone like Walker before.

  He pounded into her relentlessness. The burning pleasure began to simmer deep inside again. He kissed her hard. Waverly kissed him back, taking in every moment.

  He lifted her suddenly, making her squeal and pressed her back against the wall. In his arms, she felt perfectly safe and secure, and as though she weighed nothing. He buried his head against her neck and rammed his cock deep into her. She tilted her head against the wall and took everything he could give her.

  She had never been fucked so hard, so furiously in her life. Her second climax washed over more gently this time but no less amazing. Walker let out a groan.

  “Fuck,” he muttered. His huge body tensed and she felt his cock pulse inside her. He closed his eyes and bit gently into her neck. A shudder wracked him and his breathing hitched.

  When his breaths had steadied, he lifted his head and offered her a lopsided grin. “Damn, Waverly. I knew it would be amazing between us but…”

  She nodded in agreement as she tried to suck in lungfuls of air. Neither of them had realized quite how great the sex would be between them, and she was glad he felt that way, but a sinking sensation started up in her stomach.

  How on earth would she give this man up when it was time to move on?

  Chapter Three

  Walker didn’t wait for the bar to open before going to visit Waverly. Even though he’d showered as soon as he’d got back to base, he swore he could still smell her sweet pussy on him.

  He should have been exhausted but he’d spent the entire night recalling being buried deep inside her and remembering what she looked like when she came. The widening of those gorgeous eyes and the way her brow furrowed.

  How would she be feeling today? He hoped the sickness had abated. His older sister had a two-year-old boy now, and he recalled her suffering badly with morning sickness early on in the pregnancy.

  Walker managed to push aside the rage he felt every time he thought of her asshole of an ex-fiancé for trying to make her get rid of the baby. What kind of man forced his fiancée to make such a decision? What kind of a man just abandoned a woman like Waverly while she was carrying his child?

  He rapped on the rear door of the bar and waited. He knocked again.

  Nothing.

  Where the fuck was she? He supposed she could have gone into town or something, but a little niggling instinct told him otherwise and he never ignored his instinct.

  He tried the door and found it open. What if she was ill again? Or worse?

  Heart pounding, he raced upstairs to her room and shoved open the door. He paused and eyed the rumpled sheets on her bed.

  Then he grinned.

  A slightly out of tune version of a show tune came from the bathroom. The shower was running and damn if he didn’t want to see that luscious body all wet and soapy.

  Walker eased open the bathroom door and was greeted by a cloud of steam. Waverly’s singing made him grin. He guessed she was feeling a lot better and he was pretty certain their session together last night
was responsible for that.

  Through the foggy glass he could see the tanned outline of her curves. His cock was instantly hard.

  He coughed, unwilling to scare her too much and she gave a little squeal, turning to see him. She swiped a hand across the glass and scowled at him.

  “What are doing here?” She turned off the shower and pushed open the door.

  “Enjoying the show.”

  Crossing her arms across her chest, she snatched up a towel and wrapped it around herself.

  “Aw, don’t be a spoilsport, Waverly.”

  “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

  He chuckled at the fury in her eyes. With her hair all bunched on her head and water dripping over her shoulders, she looked adorable and far too sexy.

  “It’s not funny.” Color rose in her cheeks.

  “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I’m not complaining at all.” He took her shoulders and edged her over to the bed. “Hell, I’ve definitely pictured you all wet and soapy and naked several times. Let me tell you, reality beats my imagination hands down.”

  She gave him a reluctant smile. “What are you doing here?”

  “I came to check up on you. I certainly didn’t expect to be greeted by this…” He took hold of the edge of the towel and slowly unwrapped her. That color was back in her cheeks again, but she let him reveal her to him.

  He bit back a groan at the sight of her gorgeous, round breasts and tight nipples. They fit perfectly into his hands and felt fucking amazing crushed against him.

  “I definitely didn’t come here for this,” he vowed. “But now I’m here…”

  He dropped down onto his knees and urged apart her legs.

  “Jake,” she whispered.

  He didn’t know if she was protesting and he didn’t much care. All he could think about was how beautiful she was and how fucking much he wanted to taste her. Last night had been too quick—he hadn’t had the chance to appreciate her.

  “You’re the only one who calls me that.”

  “Does it bother you?”

  “Not one bit.”

  Leaning forward, he took a nipple into his mouth. Her fingers pushed into his hair and he guessed any objections she might have were pretty much gone. He sucked and nipped before moving onto her other breast. He licked a trickle of water all the way down to her belly and pushed her legs open further.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he muttered.

  She cried out at the first touch of his tongue. He licked lightly at the inside of her thigh, right in the crease. She smelled of berries and arousal. Like fucking heaven to his mind.

  He touched his tongue to her clit and she nearly bolted off the bed. With his hands to her thighs, he kept her spread for him. He licked again, one long swipe that made her legs quiver.

  With two fingers, he spread her pussy wider, giving him complete access to her. He licked her sensitive nub over and over before drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard. She dug her nails into his shoulders.

  He kept her held tightly to him as he licked and nibbled until she was shaking all over. Her legs clamped around him like a vice and all he could think was if he died here, it would be the perfect place to go. When she finally came with a cry, juices flooded his tongue and he lapped them up.

  Walker gave her a few last, gentle licks before easing away and pressing her back onto the bed.

  “Jake, that was…”

  He laid next to her and took in her satisfied expression. He kissed her forehead. “I couldn’t resist, baby. You taste damn good.”

  Snatching up the towel, he wrapped it over her and gave her another kiss. “I really did mean to come and check up on you.” He fished into the back pocket of his jeans. “And give you these.”

  Waverly took the packet and eyed them. “Mints?”

  He nodded. “My sister used to suck on them when she was suffering with morning sickness.”

  “You’re an uncle?”

  “Is that so surprising?”

  She shook her head. “I guess it’s hard to think of you being anything other than a soldier.”

  “Well, I’ve been one for fourteen years. It’s pretty much all I’ve ever known. But I try to see my sister and nephew when I can.”

  “Where do they live?”

  “Illinois. Most of my family are out that way.” He stroked a finger down her cheek. “What about your family?”

  She stiffened and sat upright, clutching the towel around her. “I don’t really have any.”

  “None at all?”

  “My father. But we don’t talk.”

  “Does he know about the baby?”

  She moved off the bed. For some reason she didn’t want to talk about her family and Walker couldn’t help feel there was more to her running away than simply trying to escape an asshole of an ex.

  “Does it matter?”

  He stood too, his arms folded across his chest. He was damned if he was going to let her be all secretive about this. She was so stubborn, so determined to do it all alone. Hell, did she have any idea how hard being a single mom was going to be? She need all the help she could.

  But he hadn’t intended to be the one to help her, had he? After all, he did not get involved with local women.

  He smirked to himself. Bit too fucking late.

  “If there’s something you’re not telling me…”

  She reached for the robe on the back of the door and thrust her arms into it, careful to keep herself hidden from him. He gritted his teeth. First she was trying to keep secrets from him, now she was attempting to hide that gorgeous body. He didn’t like it one damn bit.

  “It’s none of your business, Jake.”

  “After last night—hell, after just now—I think it is.”

  “Why? Because we fucked once?”

  “It was more than just fucking.”

  She lifted her chin. “Was it?”

  He narrowed his gaze at her. He didn’t much like this game she was playing. There was no way Waverly hadn’t felt what he had last night. Their connection was electric. He still wanted her with every fiber of his being. If it was just simple fucking, he’d have been happy to fuck her and leave her but he wasn’t.

  “You know damn well it was.” He stepped close. “Don’t try to lie about it because you can’t. I can see the doubt in your eyes. You’re a crappy liar, Waverly.”

  He saw her throat work. “Look, whatever it was, it doesn’t change things. I’m still pregnant with another man’s baby and…and I don’t intend to work as a waitress forever.” She wrapped her arms about her. “I said I didn’t expect anything of you, and I still don’t. So you shouldn’t expect anything from me, either.”

  He drew in a long breath to prevent him from saying something stupid and blowing things all together.

  “I don’t expect to be lied to,” he said simply. He glanced over her, all bundled up in that fluffy robe. “I’ll leave you to get dressed. Maybe by tonight you’ll have decided whether you want to be honest with me or not.”

  Walker stalked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He pushed a hand through his hair. Waverly not telling him the whole truth bothered him more than it should. He was willing to bet there were plenty of women he’d slept with who had lied to him. But it hadn’t mattered with them. They were just a willing pussy, someone to fuck and leave.

  But it mattered with Waverly.

  What a fucking idiot he was for breaking his own rule.

  Waverly pushed back her hair from her face and grimaced at her own reflection. At least she was probably done being sick for the night. She washed up and eyed the pack of mints on the side table.

  With a huff, she snatched it up, tore it open and stuffed one in her mouth.

  “Damn him.”

  The sweet seemed to settle her stomach instantly.

  She stuffed the pack in the back of her jeans and ran a brush through her hair. Her stomach was more tangled than her locks. Would he be here tonight as promised? Wha
t would she say to him?

  Checking her reflection once more, she gave up and headed downstairs to begin opening up. Maybe he wouldn’t come after all. She’d been rude to him when all he’d done was look after her so wonderfully. So what if talking about her father left her feeling so raw? She should have sucked up the courage and told him everything.

  Perhaps she would if she saw him tonight.

  She scowled when she entered the bar area, noting a few lights were left on. Had she neglected to turn them off? She skipped back in her mind. She’d been distracted for sure, but she was certain Walker wouldn’t have let her forget anything.

  Whirling at the sound of a footstep, she pressed her hand to her heart when Walker stepped out from around the corner.

  “What are you doing here?”

  He lifted a shoulder. “Couldn’t stay away.” He strode over, took her face in his hands and kissed her swiftly.

  “Jake, I—”

  “You can tell me all later. Let’s get out of here.”

  He took her hand.

  “I can’t, I have to—”

  Justice strode up behind the bar, propping her elbows on the surface and grinning at them. “I got back early. You two kids go have fun.”

  She glanced between Jake and Justice. “But…”

  “No buts,” Justice insisted. “I can handle things here and from what Walker tells me, you need a break. If I see you before lunch tomorrow, you’re fired.” A glint of amusement softened the threat, but Waverly suspected Justice might well go through with it.

  She laughed. “I guess I don’t have much choice then.”

  “No choice at all,” Jake agreed. “Thanks, Justice. You’re a doll.”

  Justice waved a hand. “Don’t I know it.”

  He led her out to the parking lot and guided her over to a shiny, big, black bike. She stilled. “Is that yours?”

  He nodded and grabbed the spare helmet. “You’ll be perfectly safe, I promise.” His gaze locked onto hers, making her heart come to a standstill. “I would never let anything happen to you.”

  Somehow she knew that. This man protected their country for a living and he’d sure as hell protect her. “I’ve never been on a motorcycle before.”