by Beth Abbott
He absolutely loved the feel of her breath against his neck, and her heartbeat echoing his own.
“Thank you.” She whispered, and he didn’t need to ask her what she was thanking him for.
“I love you, Hannah.” He said simply. “You don’t have to thank me for that.”
Within a matter of minutes Hannah’s breathing steadied, and her muscles relaxed as she drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Danny smiled into the darkness. Yeah, he knew how to distract Hannah like nobody else could.
He would have patted himself on the back, but he was asleep before he could muster the energy.
Chapter 45 – Micky
Micky lay on her bunk in the dim light from the bedside lamp, staring across the room at the man on the other bed.
It was a little after two in the morning, and she still hadn’t managed to close her eyes.
Kellen was lying on his back with his uninjured arm thrown up over his head, one leg hanging off the bed with his foot resting on the floor. It made him look as though at any moment he would be ready to jump up and leap into action.
She smiled to herself. With the number of painkillers she’d given him, it would be unlikely that he’d wake before morning.
Micky let her gaze run the full length of Kellen’s body, and she had to admit to herself, it was a body any woman would admire.
Micky wasn’t short by anyone’s standards, but Kellen towered over her by almost a foot. His broad shoulders and chest had been packed with muscles, and she’d needed to focus completely on his wounds to stop her hands from roaming over them, just to feel the strength there.
Micky flopped onto her back, trying to forget the warmth of Kellen’s skin, as she closed her eyes.
The Russian military was full of huge men packed with muscles, Drago and especially Abram among them.
Yet she’d never really noticed any of them the way she was noticing Kellen, and that made no sense at all. Why was she reacting to him like a lovesick schoolgirl?
Ok, he was unusual in that he had that silky black hair and those amazing grey eyes. They certainly weren’t a combination she’d ever come across before.
In fact, now that she thought about it, she’d never come across anyone with grey eyes before, and until she’d met Kellen, she would have said that they would be cold and lifeless.
She couldn’t have been more wrong.
Kellen’s eyes were almost constantly shining with laughter, and while she’d been sticking him back together, she’d frequently watched them darken and lighten, depending on what they were talking about, leaving her fascinated by the changes, wondering if they reflected Kellen’s moods.
A grumbling from the other bed had her opening her eyes and sitting up to check that her patient was Ok.
Kellen was turning onto his uninjured side, and while she couldn’t make out the whole of what he was saying, she easily picked out the curse-words as he pulled at the wounded flesh.
Micky slid out of bed and rushed across the space to Kellen’s side.
“Kellen, stop it!” She whispered urgently as his free hand started scratching at some of his wounds. “Kellen, stop scratching. You’re pulling your wounds open.”
She grabbed hold of his arm to stop him hurting himself, but he tried to shrug her off.
“Kellen?” She said loudly. “It’s Micky. I need you to stop scratching. You’re hurting yourself.”
Kellen’s hand stilled, and his eyes shot open. He turned his head to see where the sound had come from, and Micky could see how glassy-eyed he was.
“You were scratching your wounds.” She said softly. “I had to stop you.”
Kellen frowned at her, as if not quite able to remember who she was, or why she was sitting next to his bed.
She pulled his hand away from all the wounds on his arm and held it gently.
“You mustn’t scratch yourself.” She smiled. “I’ve run out of glue, and you’ve seen how bad I am at sewing.”
Kellen turned so he was facing her, and with a quick movement he pulled his hand free of hers and reached around the back of her head, pulling her closer.
He wasn’t forceful about it, and Micky supposed she could have put up some resistance if she’d wanted to, but as she toppled into him, she didn’t really have it in her to make any sort of protest.
Kellen leaned forward to meet her halfway, and before she knew what he was doing, their lips crashed together, and he was kissing her as though his life depended on it.
Micky put her hands out to stop herself falling against his cuts, but they just made contact with the hard muscle of his chest. As she felt herself pulled in closer while Kellen deepened the kiss, her fingers skimmed up around his neck, wrapping themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck.
Kellen’s lips were so soft yet so insistent, and she took no persuading to open her mouth to let his tongue slip inside.
When she heard his growl of approval as he wrapped his other arm around her, pulling her upper half on top of him, Micky felt her sex clench, and her insides turned to mush.
She could never remember wanting a man as much as she wanted Kellen, and right then and there, it didn’t matter that they’d only known each other for hours. She needed him. Desperately!
Micky returned Kellen’s kisses with every bit as much passion as he showed her. She barely noticed that he was pulling her up onto the bed, and the only consideration he seemed to give to his injuries was that he kept her to his right side, not letting her lean on his wounds.
When she was lying beside him, Kellen turned himself slightly, freeing his hand to roam across her skin.
She was only wearing a vest and a pair if thin leggings, so his hand felt like it was skimming her skin everywhere it roamed.
His warm touch was electrifying, and Micky could feel her breath becoming ragged as his fingers skimmed down her back and across her ass cheek, squeezing and caressing her before moving on down over her leg.
The kiss never stopped, and if anything became more passionate as he reached behind her knee and pulled her leg up over his thigh.
Micky could feel herself getting more and more worked up, as he ground her sex against his hard muscles.
When his hand skimmed back up to her ass, he paused again, squeezing gently before letting his fingers slide down between her legs.
Micky nearly convulsed with excitement.
She’d had a man’s hands touch her down there before, but always, they’d started at the front. Kellen’s hand travelling between her ass cheeks down to her sex was making every muscle ripple and clench involuntarily in ways they’d never done before.
As if he’d felt her reaction, Kellen turned his body even more, so that he was now pressing his groin directly into her sex, his every movement bringing welcome friction to her aching clit.
Micky’s legs tightened around him as she moaned into his mouth.
How could someone arouse her to such heights when they hadn’t even taken their clothes off yet?
Kellen changed his grip on her head, wrapping his hand in her hair so he could turn her to where he wanted her.
His tongue plundered her mouth, fucking it slowly in the most erotic way she’d ever experienced.
Still his hand skimmed over her ass and down the crack until he was sliding it over her opening.
Micky could feel herself coming apart in his arms… just a little more pressure…
She rubbed her sex into his groin once more, feeling the solid length of his erection straining to get out of his shorts.
It didn’t take much for her to find exactly the right angle, and then she was rubbing her clit against his shaft, the sensation beyond exquisite as her orgasm edged closer.
As if understanding exactly what she was trying to do, Kellen thrust his pelvis forward, and Micky tightened her leg around his hip as the orgasm barrelled down on her.
Kellen kept his fingers rubbing over her slit as the waves of ecstasy catapulted her into a euphoric st
ate, where nothing mattered other than the clenching of the muscles in the walls of her sex, and the fireworks going off inside her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.
Kellen never stopped kissing her, and his tongue simply felt like a welcome substitute for his thick shaft.
Micky had no idea how long it took for her orgasm to begin to fade, but as it did, she felt a wave of emotion she didn’t understand. It was longing, mixed with gratitude, and something else…
She didn’t try to analyse it too much, afraid it might take away the glow she felt throughout her body.
Kellen’s kisses had softened, and his tongue now licked at her lips, teasing her back to her senses.
He was still rock hard, and she guessed, more than a little uncomfortable.
For a moment, she considered that he might expect her to have sex with him, and for a nanosecond, she was nearly tempted to give in. But then some unknown emotion took over, and she stopped herself from taking that leap.
Instead, Micky released Kellen’s hair, and allowed her hand to skim over the uninjured portion of his chest, still kissing him as he teased her lips.
As her hand skimmed lower towards his shorts, she felt the muscles of his stomach tense until they were rock hard.
She almost smiled as her fingers worked their way under the waistband of his shorts, and his breathing grew even more ragged. It gave her a feeling of empowerment to know that he was giving her complete control of what they were doing.
She slid her leg from his thigh to give her more room, and slipped her hand inside the fabric, her fingertips skimming down the length of an impressive erection.
Even sated as she was, the inner muscles of her pussy spasmed as she imagined what it would be like to be impaled by such an incredible shaft.
The skin felt warm and silky, and she continued down until she reached the course hair at the base. As she found his testicles and took them in her hands, Micky felt the shudder that racked his body from his toes to his lips.
She softly rolled them in her hand, allowing her fingers to drift down to his perineum.
Kellen’s gasp was audible, and she increased the pressure of the kiss.
Micky’s tongue now found its way into Kellen’s mouth, and as she fondled his balls and stroked his shaft, she felt his hips thrust into her hand.
She took a firm grip of his length and started to stroke him more purposefully, lifting her knee between his legs to exert a little pressure on his balls.
As he started to thrust in time with her hand, she slowed slightly, running her fingers up to the tip where she found the wetness of his precum.
She rubbed her thumb over his crown, bringing another moan to Kellen’s lips before she ran her hand back down the length again.
This time her grip was sure as she began to jack his cock from base to tip, her knee gently palpating his balls at the same time.
Kellen’s kisses became as erratic as his breathing as she brought him closer to the edge. His hands lazily explored her body of their own accord.
When they skimmed over her breast and squeezed, Micky felt her nipples harden in response. If he kept that up for any length of time she was going to come again.
Eventually Kellen’s hand moved from her breast and trailed down so it was covering the hand that was jacking his cock.
He squeezed her hand on his shaft, showing her that he needed a harder grip, and she jacked him a few more times.
Finally, he ripped his lips from hers and buried his face in her neck as his hips gave a few hard thrusts.
His growl was all the evidence she’d needed that his orgasm was sending his body skyrocketing. He jerked hard for another minute as he squeezed her hand tightly, and she felt the warmth of his release trickle onto the back of her hand and between her fingers.
Kellen sucked on her neck and shoulders, skimming his teeth across the skin as though he desperately wanted to take a bite from her flesh.
Eventually his body slumped backwards, pulling her with him.
“Holy fuck!” He breathed, his gasps indicating that his orgasm had been hard and overwhelming. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”
Micky lifted her head to look at his profile. He was staring up at the ceiling with a big grin on his face.
“You don’t mind that we didn’t… you know.” She didn’t quite know how to finish the sentence.
Kellen chuckled.
“My legs are so weak, I’m pretty sure my body doesn’t know that we didn’t… you know!” He turned to smile at her. “And for the record, what you just did was far more memorable than you could imagine. I don’t think anyone has done that to me since my final year in high school!”
Micky smiled up at him, pleased that he seemed happy.
“Well, for the record, what you just did to me was the first time someone has done that… ever.” She acknowledged. “And while I should probably be thoroughly embarrassed and possibly a little ashamed of myself, given that we’ve only just met, I’m actually not at all. Far from it.”
Kellen frowned at her.
“Why should you feel embarrassed or ashamed by anything we just did?” He asked. “You’re a single female, well above the age of consent. I’m a single male, well above the legal age of consent. Neither of us are what my mom would call bed-hoppers. So, what is there to regret?”
Micky stared into those stunning grey eyes and realised what he said was true. She wasn’t promiscuous at all, and never had been. So, why did she feel like she should regret an encounter with a gorgeous man after so many years of celibacy?
“I guess it stems from years of trying to make my dad proud of me, after embarrassing him by getting arrested when I was younger.” She shrugged. “I judge myself by how he would expect me to behave, I suppose.”
“Well, you should know that your dad seemed mighty proud of you when I met him.” Kellen smiled. “And I don’t think he’d think any the worse of you for what we just did. Everyone needs a little human contact sometimes.”
Kellen squeezed her fingers, still wrapped around his softened shaft, and still covered in his cum.
“That said, I think this is possibly a little more human contact than we need right now.” He smiled ruefully. “I think we both need a wash.”
Micky eased her hand out of Kellen’s shorts and she laughed as he pulled a face.
“I don’t suppose you packed a pair of shorts that would fit me, did you?” He winced. “These are a little messy on the inside, if you know what I mean.”
Micky slipped off the bed and headed for the bathroom.
“If I’d packed a pair of shorts that fit you, I’d be seriously depressed about now.” She pointed out. “You’re at least a hundred pounds heavier than me.”
Kellen sat up gingerly, wincing as he pulled at the cuts on his shoulder.
“That may be true.” He nodded, pulling himself to his feet. “But I do have very slim hips.”
As she turned to find him following her into the bathroom, she couldn’t help but agree.
“If you want to wash your shorts out, you can dry them on the rack in the bathroom. It stays quite warm.” She pointed towards the towel rail. “The only thing I can offer you to replace them is a towel.”
Micky washed her hands quickly and dried them off.
“Have another shower if you like.” She headed towards the door.
“You could always join me, maybe?” Micky turned to find Kellen smiling shyly, a silly, almost hopeful look on his face.
“Thanks, but I think I’ve had quite enough ‘Kellen time’ for one evening.” She smiled. “I think we both need some sleep. We still have no idea what tomorrow will bring.”
Kellen shrugged, and climbed into the shower, dropping his shorts to give her a great view of his muscled ass.
“Ok, if you say so.” He murmured. “But you don’t know what you’re missing.”
Micky closed the door behind her.
Sadly, she knew exactly what sh
e’d be missing, and it was taking all her self-control not to give into the temptation to turn around and take him up on his offer.
Chapter 46 – Abram
Abram tapped on the door to Micky’s cabin, keeping his eyes fixed on the other doors along the hallway, making sure he didn’t disturb anyone.
He waited a few seconds, but when there was no response, he tapped again, this time a little harder.
“Who is it?” He heard Micky whisper from inside the cabin.
“It’s Abs.” He whispered into the crack of the door.
Micky opened the door a couple of inches and glanced out.
“What’s wrong?” She asked immediately, and he could see her pulling on a sweater.
“We need to talk.” He glanced over her shoulder. “Is he Ok?”
Micky looked back over her shoulder to where Kellen was sleeping in the far bunk.
“He’s in a lot of pain.” She shrugged. “I gave him some more meds about half an hour ago.”
She reached back and grabbed a key, slipping on a pair of flip flops as she did.
“Let’s go on the stairs where nobody will overhear us.” She whispered.
Abram stepped back, and Micky followed him through the door to the stairwell.
They moved down and around the first corner and settled themselves on the stairs, confident that they would hear people coming from below or above before they were spotted.
“What’s going on Abs?” Micky frowned at him. “It’s gone three in the morning. It’s a bit late for a social call.”
“I couldn’t sleep, so I took a walk down to the dining hall to get a drink and something to eat.” Abram explained. “Some of Lebedev’s men were down there, having a drink and a gossip.”
Micky rolled her eyes.
“That’s what they do every day, so you’re not exactly surprising or shocking me with that news.” She pointed out.
“No, but they were talking about Lebedev and his plans for the rest of the weekend.” Abs explained. “It looks like he’s decided to change things around, to make up for the lost team.”
Micky nodded.
“He did say something like that to me last night.” She confirmed.