THE WATCHERS: 6 Military Romance Bundle

by Kristina Weaver

  When he sucks a nipple into his mouth, I almost do come, just from that one touch.

  “King.”

  “Hmm, you’ve always had the prettiest little nipples, babe, so pink and hard and little.”

  And aching, I think as he starts nibbling on one and then the other, going from breast to breast while his shafts slides through my wet slit and slips over my clit with every upstroke.

  Soon, I can’t stand that contact alone, and I’m writhing beneath him, my need so great I reach down to grab him and move the head to the grasping channel that needs him.

  King grunts and gasps into my breasts, his hips shaking as he shifts a little and pushes down, his crown splitting me with his steady progression.

  This is like nothing I’ve had before. He’s big, thick, and every inch that slides into me burns before making me twitch with renewed excitement. It feels…I can’t describe well enough just what I feel as he pushes into me, stopping only once I’m filled to the brim, his erection touching places in me that have never felt the full ecstasy of being possessed so completely.

  I’m already so close, so turned on by having his sex inside me that I have to breathe through the need to just start moving so that I can climax. I want this to last. I need to have more than just a quickie like I usually have.

  For once, I want long, hot kisses and the slow grinding of hips while I revel in the heat building deep inside my sex. In this moment, sex isn’t just a function to complete before moving on. It’s a sharing, a melding—me and King, one body—as my sheath closes around him and aches with pleasure unlike any I have ever known.

  “So fucking warm, babe. Damn, your…sex is so fucking tight, babe. Shit, don’t tighten around me yet, or I’ll come before I even move,” he groans, his face buried in my neck as he trembles and shakes over me, trying to regain some control.

  I relax as much as my body will allow and wait, moaning loudly when he pulls out and starts a slow, long thrust that sees him pulling almost all the way out before pushing in and filling me to my depths.

  He’s everywhere inside me. Kissing my walls, stretching me to my limits, hitting so deep it pains a little before turning to such aching bliss I can’t help but move and push back at him, wanting more, harder, faster.

  “Shit, dammit. So tight.”

  He sounds pained as he licks and sucks at my throat, and yet he never goes faster or harder, just keeps that steady pace until we’re both covered in sweat and gasping for breath.

  The climax hits me from out of nowhere. One minute, I’m coiled tight and convinced I won’t survive more build up, and the next I just shatter and explode, my sex grasping him so tightly I feel his heart beat deep inside me, the throb adding to the unbelievable pleasure beating inside my sex.

  King tenses three thrusts later, his body going so hard he feels like stone when he starts blasting his hot release inside me, shooting hard and hot into the very heart of me.

  Chapter Twelve

  King

  She’s so…

  I don’t want to use the word perfect because I hate that word and everything it represents in regards to Kinsley, but I have go to say that what I just felt while shooting inside her was something I haven’t ever felt before.

  The feel of her wet heat against my unwrapped dick was so intense I swear I almost came before I got all the way inside her. I’ve never felt this connection during sex, though I do acknowledge that it may have a little bit to do with the fact that this is the first time ever that I fucked a woman without a condom.

  The heat of her skin against mine was indescribable, as was the slippery glide of her juices against my dick.

  That isn’t what made this the best, most mind-blowing sex I have ever had. No, that is all down to the fact that things became way more than sex when I started moving and realized I didn’t ever want to come if it meant pulling out of her body.

  Shit. I just made love. For the first time in my life, being inside a woman wasn’t about offloading or attaining release but about being one with her and having her body wrapped around mine, making us more than just two bodies fucking, but one body sharing something that was just…

  Perfect.

  Goddammit, that was the most intense, satisfying, sexual release of my life and it’s only getting better the longer I stay inside her, my chest aching with the need never to part from her again.

  It’s so damn scary too, though, because I know, despite what I am feeling now, that Kinsley likely doesn’t feel the same. No, didn’t she tell me just minutes ago that this “affair” is nothing but her passing time with me while she waits to get back to her old life?

  Yes. And you know what I think about that shit? Not a Goddamn thing, but this burning anger that refuses to let me see anything but her and my determination to keep her with me.

  But to do that, I actually need to stop dragging my feet and ensure that it’s safe for her to go on with life.

  That sounds contrary, right? But for once I want someone to choose me. Not me going after something and getting it because I’ve worked my ass off. No, with her I want her to look at me, see all my flaws, and then choose me anyway, no matter that I’m a mess and won’t change.

  “I wasn’t rejecting you,” I whisper into her neck after my lungs stop heaving and the sweat dries against our bodies.

  Kinsley tenses and starts shoving at my chest, forcing me to pull out of her body with a groan before falling down beside her. She looks so damn distant I want to roar, but I restrain myself as I roll to my side and lean my head on my hand.

  “I don’t want to talk about that so soon after this.”

  “Too damn bad, babe, because we’re going to. I wasn’t rejecting you. Not last night and not the first time we kissed so long ago.”

  How can I explain this to her without making an ass of myself? I can’t. The truth is that what I felt so long ago was more fear than anything else, and it cuts me up a little just thinking about admitting that to her.

  I want to be strong in her eyes and not some coward who played with her pussy and pushed her away because the thought of having her scared me as much as the thought of losing her. Maybe more, because at that time, I had nothing to offer her but me and a job that would take more from me than I could ever give her.

  “You did. You—”

  “Came so close to fucking you that day I had to jerk off twice in the shower just to get my dick to soften a little. You were so freaking hot; I don’t think you ever understood that just having my hands on you was enough to make me come, do you? Well, it’s true. That kiss? I jacked in my pants before your tongue got into my mouth. Why do you think I wouldn’t let you take my trunks off, babe?” I ask, laughing at the way her eyes widen.

  “Really?”

  “Really? You didn’t wonder why my dick was so slippery before you even touched me? I came so hard I almost collapsed. That shit scared me so bad I pushed you away before we could get any further. And then you took your clothes off,” I mutter derisively, getting hard again just thinking about it.

  She was glorious that day. Her high breasts with their pink nipples made me hungry just for the taste and feel of them against my tongue. And her pu— sex, Jesus, I was so close to throwing her to her back and eating her to as many orgasms as she would give me that I had to lock my knees or risk doing something I knew I couldn’t walk away from.

  The sex itself was mind blowing even though she only touched my dick and I fingered her to release. It was the after-part that made me certain I’d done the right thing though.

  Should I tell her?

  “After I pushed you away, I had to shower because the smell of you against my skin drove me so crazy it was all I could do not to follow you and finish things. I jerked off in the shower so hard and fast it hurt. Do you know, I licked every drop of your juices off my hands while I did that? Do you know that once I got the taste of you in my mouth, I knew I had to leave before I doomed us both to a life you would never have been content with?”<
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  She blushes prettily, but true to Kinsley, she doesn’t back away from this and stammer shyly. No, she seems more curious, always so curious, as she rolls to her side and mimics my pose, her eyes locked on mine.

  “You assumed you knew what I wanted. What would you say if I told you that for the first time, I didn’t give a damn about planning my whole life or doing the things I thought I should be doing? Do you know, King, I wasn’t even thinking about going back to school or getting my degree early like I’d always planned? All I wanted was you. That was it.”

  “And then what? You’d have been happy to live in some shitty little house on base while I went back to war and only spoke to you every other week?”

  “Yes.”

  “No.”

  “Yes. Don’t do that. Don’t assume to know how I would have felt just because you think you know me, King. Do you know that you were the only thing I saw when we were together? It was like a switch flipped off in my brain and everything just stopped. I had no voice yelling at me to work, work, work. Attain, achieve, succeed. All I heard was you. All I saw was having you and babies and living in a little house that was everything to me because it was ours. Yours and mine.”

  She breathes deeply and smiles sadly, flopping back into the pillows.

  “When I was younger, I had this thing where I would arrange things, clean things…it was just mild OCD, nothing too severe. I guess I just had one of those personalities, but it was okay, ya know, because I wouldn’t just freak out about things.”

  “Lex and your mama told me.”

  She smiles and shakes her head giving me a rueful look.

  “I used to drive them nuts because I wasn’t ‘normal.’ I didn’t play in dirt or eat a ton of sweets or even make much of a noise or anything. I just…I was just me. I didn’t understand that it wasn’t the way kids usually are. I just did my thing. Then Nana got hold of me and we became inseparable. She taught me how to deal with whatever compulsions I had. She was the same, you see, so she understood that I wasn’t necessarily a neat freak, just in need of some order.”

  “She helped?”

  “Yep. I learned to look at things the way others do and not feel that overriding need to stack things just so, or arrange things in even numbers, or even just clean something that I didn’t think was clean enough. By the time I was eight, I was okay with Mama and Daddy and Lex not being neat, or tidy, or organized. I was dealing, you know?”

  “But she died,” I say softly, watching her eyes mist over as a tremulous breath escapes her.

  “Yes. She died. It wasn’t that she’d left me that got me so worked up. It was that for the first time, I understood that nothing was in our hands, you know? I could be here today, swanning around and wasting the time I have, or I could be doing something that would make my life count. Nana died before she could do any of the things she used to tell me she’d always dreamed of doing. She wanted to go to college and finally get a degree. She wanted to see the Eiffel Tower. She wanted to get remarried and love someone again, maybe go on a cruise and learn to dance. So many things that she never got to do.”

  “And you got scared,” I say, my lips twisting.

  See, I already knew all this. I’m just glad to have it confirmed because it means that if I can be what she needs, she’ll never look at her life with me and think she wasn’t happy and content—that she was a failure.

  “Terrified. I’ve always been smart. I mean, I’m not genius level, but close enough that I see things in ways that a lot of people don’t. Mortality to other people is a distant thing. To me, it’s right here, right now, because I understand the whole concept of life cycles and the inevitability of death. I get that I could die in sixty years, or tomorrow in some freak accident.”

  “And you don’t want to miss a thing,” I say, shaking my head. “Babe, have you ever once considered that maybe you already are missing out because you’re so busy focusing on things that you shouldn’t that you miss what’s right in front of you?”

  Now she stills and narrows her eyes at me. God, I love this woman. I can see her gearing up to argue and use logic to browbeat me to death.

  “Like what?”

  “Like the fact that you’re always so busy you miss out on all the adventures around you. Your brother and parents have seen the world. You’ve only ever been at home, working to achieve things that are redundant if you consider them. Like those driving tests your bother told me about. Why would you need to spend fifty hours learning to stop a car without brakes?”

  “Um, because my brakes could fail! That stuff happens all the time and I would really like to at least have a chance of not dying a painful, agonizing death, trapped in a car that rolled. Duh.”

  My grin is huge as I look down at her and shake my head.

  “It’s weird and paranoid. What about those Morse code lessons you took two years ago?”

  At that she does blush but recovers quickly.

  “If I’m trapped on an island and my satellite phone doesn’t work properly, I would need to know how to send a message over the line. Look, just stop. I know half of it sounds crazy, but I’ve considered fifty of the worst ways to die, and I’ve ensure that I am prepared for them all. As for the rest, I like order, King. I always have. I like knowing what I’m going to do a minute from now, a day, a week, a month into the future because it makes me feel like I’m not just drifting.”

  Always so prepared for the worst when really, the absolute worst thing that can happen is that you take your life for granted. I should know. I spent years with a directive, every day the same. Danger at every turn with no guarantees that I’d live, and yes, a lot of regrets about the things I never did.

  Like telling the girl I love that I have wanted her forever. Spending days just watching TV because I wanted to. Building my own home.

  Yeah, I know what regret is, but to me, it’s not just about missing out on things you wanted to do, it’s about not stopping to actually live your life. Kins may not be trapped the way I was, but she is trapped inside herself, just looking for a way to be everything she thinks she has to be instead of just being her.

  “Drifting? No, living, Kins. All that time you spend cleaning your house until everything shines? You could hire a maid and go on hikes, read a book you never had the time to read, go freaking skydiving. Your work? Tell me, babe, when is the last time you went to work and thought, ‘Yes, this is exactly where I want to be right now?’ Your wedding? No, don’t interrupt, listen. Your wedding…was it everything you wanted or just this huge extravaganza that you thought was the right way to do it? Did you stop and look at it all and think, ‘This is everything I could want,’ or did you plan it to be a certain way because that’s what other people would expect?”

  She stills, and I see her thinking, her teeth chewing at her lips, worrying the soft flesh the way I’m dying to. I want to kiss her for hours, just kiss because I can, because I have the time to do it, and in my mind, there would be nothing more important than just lazing the day away with my mouth on hers.

  I want her to feel the same way, not schedule me into her life as she did with that prick Jon. Mostly, I just want her to stop and see that, while what I have to offer isn’t quite what she planned, I am enough to make it worth the sacrifice of all those plans.

  “I think it was just…I don’t want to be alone, King. Nana died alone, never having found that second love she dreamed of, and I didn’t want that to happen to me. When I was younger, I had this whole life planned. With you,” she says softly, smiling when I jerk and look down at her in shock.

  “Yeah, talk about over the top. The strange part about it? I didn’t see two or three children or this big wedding or scheduling vacations. I just saw us being together. That was so scary to me, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to plan it all because it would have been okay, I think, because with you I always knew I didn’t have to control everything. If I didn’t earn thousands of dollars, we’d still have a nice house and food to eat be
cause you’d do all that stuff. I’d never have to worry about pumping my tires on a Thursday or checking the oil.”

  “Because I always did it when Lex and I were home or call and remind your dad,” I murmur, smiling when she smiles up at me.

  “Yeah. With Jon, it was always me, just me, ensuring that everything ran smoothly. I bought the groceries because if I didn’t, we’d have to eat takeout or starve. I did the schedules because he never remembered things.”

  “In other words, it was do it or live in chaos. Kins, you know me, you know I would never leave all of that shit up to you,” I tell her honestly.

  I may not like living with perfect order, but I am Army and no amount of chaos will whip that out of me. I do things in my own way, but in the end, the car is gassed, the bills are paid, and I don’t go hungry either. I’m a mess, but it’s organized chaos and not just leaving things to go undone.

  With her, I’d be sure to do all the little things that are important to her. I wouldn’t slack because it would mean the difference between her safety and getting hurt.

  I’d check her tires so that she wouldn’t have to change one if it went flat. I’d gas her car myself and check the oil and water. I’d cook just to ensure she eats enough—which in my opinion she doesn’t—and just do those little things I’ve seen Storm and the others do for their women because they care.

  That’s a man’s place as far as I’m concerned, and if you don’t agree, well, that’s too bad. A woman is meant to be independent but never to the point where I sit at home, wondering where she is because she’s late and she doesn’t answer the phone because the shit died.

  I’d make sure it’s fully charged and even get her one of those car chargers in case something happened and she needed me.

  “No, you wouldn’t, but you also wouldn’t be there, would you, King? Because you and me, we’re temporary. And you know, for once that feels good, not scary,” she says sighing. “I’m not planning anything with you, and I don’t feel all twisted up inside. That’s weird, but I think it’s because I don’t have to constantly keep my eye on the ball with you. Everything’s unplanned, but in the end, I know exactly what to expect.”