21 Marine Salute: 21 Always a Marine Tales (5 page)

He braced, catching her as she slammed into him. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms around his neck and then she kissed him. He devoured her mouth, meeting her eager tongue with his own. She was soft and curvy beneath the dress. His hands closed over her bottom, kneading it through the material. She’d always been soft.

But her girlish figure was beautifully rounded now. In the hind part of his brain, he recognized she’d put on weight, but it filled out all the right parts of her body. The woman in his arms was like a live grenade and his body was the clip. Her mouth moved to his jaw and when her teeth bit down on his throat, he laughed. Her greedy little mouth always left hickeys.

God, I hope she leaves one right now
.

“Make love to me, Luke.” The words lodged next to his heart, shoving away the last barricade to the past.

“It’s a thirty minute drive to the house,” he groaned. His cock was so hard, he regretted the fit of his dress pants. “But I think we can make it in fifteen.”

“No.” She leaned back, trusting her weight to his hands, her fingers playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. He needed a haircut.

And a shave.

And a shower.

And some roses.

Hell, he needed a
lot
of roses.

Wait, did she just say
no?

“Babe?” The word came out on a harsh exhale.

“No. No driving, no house, no waiting. Right now. Right there.” She jerked her thumb toward the truck. “You have a blanket in the back seat.”

His body revved at the thought. “But sweetheart, it’s
cold
.”

“So, you don’t think you can warm me up, Marine?” Her lips twitched into a saucy smile and rusty laughter wheezed out of him. Yeah, he could warm her up. He strode toward the truck, every step bumping her hips with his, teasing the hell out of him. He would die if he didn’t get her clothes off.

She started to slide down and he squeezed her ass, pressing her against him. His cock swelled further. “Uh uh. No moving, missy. I got this.”

Her mouth closed on his earlobe and pleasure zinged through him. He one armed open the back door, grabbed his go pack and tossed the whole lot into the bed of the truck. Two rolled blankets followed.

“You came prepared.” Silky amusement colored the voice whispering in his ear and Luke shoved the door shut and carried her around to the back. One click and the gate opened. A hard look around the area revealed they were very much alone and no cameras pointed at the truck. Satisfied, he hoisted her up and followed, barely letting her slide away as she scooched to grab the blankets.

They tripped over each other, laughing as they spread the blankets out. Her fingers went back to the buttons on his shirt and he searched for whatever the hell held her dress together. “Strip, Marine.” The amused arousal thickened her voice.

“Yes ma’am.”

She inched back, peeling out of her dress and his tongue had to be hanging out as the dress vanished, leaving only creamy pale skin, full breasts and hard nipples peeking over the top of two scraps of lace she’d tied together to make a bra. Her pantyhose came next and joined his shirt, belt and pants. His shoes and socks were an afterthought, but he could only stare at the long length of her tanned legs and the scraps of pale skin around her barely-there panties.

“You are so damn beautiful.” And she was. He had to slow down before he embarrassed himself and came inside his shorts.

“Stop talking, Marine. The action’s right here.” The teasing quirk to the corner of her mouth, the spark in her eyes—this was his Rebecca. All fiery passion, spitfire and love.

So much damn love
.

“Are you sure? I know I made a mess of that apology and you have every right to….”

She surged up from the blanket, meeting him breast to chest, her fingers covering his mouth. “Shh…it’s always been you. Always. I never wanted anyone else. I thought I got past it, I was over it and I was moving on. But every guy who ever asked me out, I measured against you and they all came up short. I. Love. You.” She punctuated the last three words with a kiss, her cool fingers stroking over his chest.

He knew the moment she found the scars. A burn from a fight in Kandahar. A cluster of three puckered scars from bullets in Kabul. A thick slash from shrapnel in a city he couldn’t remember. Her gaze shifted down and her lips trailed down his jaw to his chest. She stroked each scar gently, before laving her tongue over them. Each touch of her lips added balm to the deeper scars, the ones stretching into his soul.

“We wasted so much time. Please don’t make me wait anymore, Luke.”

He groaned. He could deny her nothing. He tugged her upward, catching her mouth with his. He bit down on her lower lip and shifted her until she lay down against the rough blanket. He barely noticed the scratchy and durable fabric as he took his own time kissing down to her chest. Her bra unhooked in the front, a thought he was vaguely glad for or he would have just ripped it off.

Her sharp cry when his lips rasped over one turgid nipple filled him with satisfaction. He teased it with his teeth, tugging until her fingers closed on his head, before moving to the other and showering it with the same attention. Goose pimples rippled over her flesh, and he blew against the second damp nipple.

He could dine there for hours, playing with her breasts, and feasting on her responses. His fingers slid down to the thin scrap of black. He tugged it, tearing the barely-there panties wide open to explore the damp curls. His cock jerked at the silken heat waiting between her nether lips.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered, half in wonder, half in pleasure-drunken stupor. He stroked the lips apart, teasing the hard, throbbing nub pulsing beneath his thumb. Her moans grew louder and she cried out, spasming against his fingers. He tilted his gaze upward, watching her mouth open and close as he continued to tease her sex. Her orgasm drenched his fingers and he stroked her through it.

Pure, masculine satisfaction rolled through him. He wanted to taste that orgasm and he scooted downwards, his mouth trailing wet kisses across her trembling belly to the curls. The scent of her filled his nostrils. She was so feminine. He tasted sweet vanilla and musky female.

“Luke!” His name bolted from her lips as he stroked his tongue down the wet cleft, lapping at the cream waiting for him. He nosed her clit, intent on being drunk on the scent of her. How many licks to the center of her orgasm drifted across his mind, and he slid his hands under her bottom, lifting her into a better position.

Fingers stroking her anus, he locked his lips around her sweet clit and sucked. She shuddered. Thrumming his tongue against the swollen nub, he laughed as her body twisted, buttocks tightening and the hard catch to her voice warned him that another orgasm approached. Lapping harder, he drove her on. His balls ached when she came. The sweet cream of her orgasm flooded his mouth and he drank her up, his finger pressing into her anus even as her hips bucked up to him.

“Luke.” Her voice stretched out in a hoarse, tortured whisper. He petted her through the orgasm, sliding his finger gently in and out as his tongue mirrored the motion against her sex. He wanted to begin there every night for the rest of her life. He would go to sleep drunk on the taste of her. Her fingers pulled at his shoulders, her nails scraping his skin urgent.

“…you…I need you….”

“I’m coming, baby.” He comforted her, one last stroke of his tongue for luck across her drenched sex before sliding up her body. Her hands tugged at his boxers, shoving them down. He paused at her breasts, worshipping each nipple before kicking the boxers into the darkness. The cool air only increased the heat burning between them. His cock bobbed with eagerness as he shifted, grabbing a condom from his discarded pants pockets. Sheathed, he knelt between her legs, his body aching as the tip of his cock brushed against her wet entrance.

He reached between them, his gaze watching her face. He wanted to watch every nuance of her expression as he sank into her. Her hand wrapped around the head of his cock, her thumb stroking the moisture from the slit and then she guided him, pressing him against her entrance, hips lifting to pull him in when he sank home.

Heat locked around him. She was tight.
So gloriously tight
.

One thrust and the last barrier between them fell.

His insides jerked and his eyes widened.

She’s a virgin
.

“Don’t you dare.” She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, taking every, hard inch of him.

His balls were going to explode.

“Rebecca,” he groaned, diving in for a kiss.

“Love me, Luke. Just love me.”

Always
.

He sank into her, holding on to sanity by his fingertips while she got used to him. He wasn’t a small man and she was so damn, deliciously tight. But her impatient nails raked along his ass and up his back and then he thrust again, driving into her slowly at first, but with increased tempo.

He wanted her pleasure to last forever, but even as he tried to slow down, her hips rose up to meet him greedily stealing the pace away. His balls slapped against her ass and then he came, hard, violent jets of pleasure that turned his insides to jelly. He shook with release and imagined filling her to the brim, marking every sweet part of her sex with the scent of him.

Mine.

She’s always been mine.

She always will be
.

Collapsing, he took care not to crush her, but she refused to unwind from him and let him roll away. Sweet kisses touched his face, brushed along his cheek and teased his mouth.

“So.” Her voice blew out on a breathy whisper. “What are we doing tomorrow night?”

Laughter wheezed out of him. Rising up on his arms, he gazed down at her sweat-dampened face. Grabbing the second blanket, he pulled it over them, trapping their body heat lest she begin shivering. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What? That I’m a twenty-eight-year-old virgin?” Shyness drifted across her face and she ducked her chin.

“Hey.” Luke nuzzled her cheek, gently nudging her expression away from the shadows. “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not,” she laughed, shifting beneath him to rub her face with one hand. “I always wanted you. I had this idea in my head that after playoffs and divisionals that year, it would be you and me and we could explore it. But then you left and I just…I never wanted anyone else.”

“Ever, baby?” He frowned, torn between delight and discomfort.

“Nope. I told you I compared every other man to you and the older I got, the easier it was just to ignore it. They weren’t you.”

“So why were you in the bar tonight?” Curiosity stretched in him, claws threatening to puncture the perfect moment. But he wanted to know. He wanted to know everything, every thought, every dream, every nuance of her expression. He had ten years of catching up to do and he wanted to start right then.

“Promise you won’t laugh?” Her cheeks pinkened, the flush spreading up from her neck and setting her eyes sparkling. His sweet Rebecca remained the innocent, cheerful girl wrapped in a woman’s body.

“I give you my word.” He’d have sworn anything. His fingers drifted up to stroke the tendrils of hair away from her face, balancing his weight on his elbows so that he could keep her warm, but not crush her.

“My business partner bullied me into signing up for this dating service….”

“…1Night Stand.” Luke finished the thought for her, amused.

“Yes, how did you—no—really?” Her shyness evaporated on the wings of her own amusement. Her laughter vibrated through him as her inner walls contracted around him.

I’m gonna need a new condom in a minute
.

Several, in fact.

And a bed.

“Yes, guilty as charged, ma’am. Guilty as charged.”

“Why did you sign up for a dating service?”

“For the unit. Some of the guys, they just don’t know how to connect with people, new people, anymore. It can be hard, to date, to meet women, to risk putting themselves out there. We made a pact. We all signed up, we all got vetted.”

“No
I
in team,” she whispered, lifting her hand to run it over his jaw.

He tilted his head to catch her passing fingers in a kiss. “No ma’am. There is no
I
in team. But there is one right here and he’s all for you. I know one night doesn’t change everything, but….”

“It’s a start, Luke. I never stopped loving you.”

“I love you, too.” Damn, but the words sounded great in his head, his heart and his soul. If she weren’t naked, he’d stand up in the bed of the truck and shout it to the world.

“So, you never answered my question earlier.” She stroked her fingers through his hair, her nails teasing his scalp, the gesture both soothing and erotic.

“What was your question, sweetheart?” He’d give her whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. They had a lot of time to make up.

“What are we doing tomorrow night?”