A Major Distraction (7 page)

It didn’t take her long to cry out and grip him like a vise while he neared his own end. Sexually frustrated for days, he couldn’t wait and jerked inside her, coming with a force that made him see stars.

“
Fuck.
Oh baby.” He kept pumping while she kissed his chin, his neck, any part of him she could reach.

When he could function like a normal person again, he blinked down at her. She watched him with confusion, awe, and affection—he wanted to think. She felt so warm around him he didn’t want to leave, even as he started to soften.

He remained inside her and leaned down to kiss her again. The kiss should have eased them both. Instead, she seemed to be asking for more. He continued to kiss her, leaving her mouth for the breasts he hadn’t properly worshipped yet.

“You have the nicest body I’ve ever seen,” he said with a sigh and closed his mouth around her left nipple.

She raked her fingers through his cropped hair, her nails leaving trails of pleasure over his scalp. He tugged and sucked then toyed with her other breast and realized he’d started to grow hard again.

“You feel so good,” she whispered. “I can’t believe we just had sex.”

He leaned up from her to see her expression, lost in the beautiful blush covering her cheeks. He kissed her again. “Why not? You invited me over here with that show.”

“Yeah, but you’re hard again. Don’t you need some recovery time?”

He smiled, withdrew from her body, and pulled off the condom. He left her for the bathroom and returned still erect. “It’s you. You make me this way. Honey, I’ve been frustrated for two months. Now I’m finally getting a shot at that sexy body. You think I’m going to waste time?”

“Oh.” Her slow smile was both pleased and embarrassed. Too funny for a woman who’d masturbated for him using a purple dildo. “So you want another romp in the sack, hmm?”

“We’re just getting started. That condom thing, though. That’s going to have to go.”

Genevieve had a difficult time catching her breath. Getting herself off in front of Brad had been really sexy. She could now see why he’d done it first. Never one to be into exhibitionism, she now understood that doing it
for him
made a world of difference. She hadn’t realized he’d take her show as an invitation to sex, though. Then again, perhaps leaving her door unlocked had been an unconscious hope on her part.

But having him so close when she was still raring to go had been a no-brainer. The sex had been mind-blowing. She stared at him, seeing that gorgeous body up close. His cock remained erect and just…huge. He’d taken the condom off, but she could see the milky fluid still at his slit.

He walked closer and stood at the side of the bed. If she rolled over, her mouth would be at just the right spot to open and take him in…

“No condom?” she repeated, unable to look away from him.

“We need to have this conversation before I fuck you again,” he said bluntly.

She raised her gaze to his, saw the lust there, and shivered. She’d already come twice in one night. But by the look on his face, he had more planned for the evening. “
We’re just getting started,”
he’d said.

She had goose bumps wondering how kinky he might get.

“Conversation, right.” She swallowed. “Go ahead.”

“I fully respect you wanting to be safe. I always wear a rubber. I did with you, even though I licked and sucked that sweet pussy until you came.” He grinned, and she felt warm everywhere. “If I’d thought for a second you weren’t serious about being safe, that wouldn’t have happened.”

“I used protection with my exes,” she admitted. “Even though I’m on the Pill. I didn’t want to take any chances.”

“Good. That’s smart.” He dragged a hand over her belly.

“I haven’t been with anyone in a while. Nearly a year,” she felt compelled to add.

“It’s been close to six months for me.” He grimaced. “Felt like forever…before you.” He cupped her breast and squeezed her nipple, making her squirm. “I admit, not wearing a condom feels better. The sensation is sharper. But I’ve always been okay using protection. Thing is, Jenny, I want more with you.”

“More?” She gasped when he leaned down and teethed her nipple then flicked it with his tongue. When he straightened, she saw his cock fully flushed, fully erect.

“I want to come deep inside you. In your pussy. Your ass. Your mouth.” His eyes darkened, and he smiled, an expression bordering on mean. “I like it a little rough, as you just learned from personal experience. From the way you hugged me tight, I think you liked it.”

“I did.” She found it hard to breathe. She didn’t think any man had ever looked at her the way Brad was. With possession and a hint of cruelty that should have freaked her out. Instead, it made her want to bring that mean streak out, to see what he was made of.

“So what do you say? I’m clean. I don’t play around, and while you and I are exploring each other, for as long as we want to be together, it’ll just be you and me.”

“Right. Just you and me.” He might have been charming and dated others, but not at the same time. He didn’t have a reputation as a philanderer.

“What do you say?” Brad dragged his hand down her belly and rested it over her mound. A sneaky finger inched over her clit and began to rub. So slowly, yet the touch seemed to hit the very center of that sensitive bundle of nerves. “L
et me come in you. I’ll take such good care of you, you’ll be coming so hard you won’t be able to sit straight for a week.”

To her shock, he slapped her pussy.

The sensation rocked her into what felt like a mini-orgasm, and she froze on a strangled cry.

“Answer me, Jenny.” He slapped her again, not hard, but enough to sting her clit.

The slight pain should have made her draw back. Instead, the fiery spark traveled throughout her body and made her nipples that much more sensitive, so when he leaned down to suck one again, she gripped his head to her.

His low chuckle around her breast forced her to ease up. “
Brad.
You…you… God. You slapped me.”

He raised his head to stare at her, his finger once against rubbing softly over her clit. “I’ll do it again and again, then I’ll fuck you. And when I’m filling you up, you’ll be coming around me, getting me nice and wet.” He kissed her, penetrating with his skillful tongue. “What’s it going to be?”

“You swear you’re safe?” she asked again, nervous about letting him inside with nothing between them. This felt like so much more than a casual romp between friends, now lovers. This intimacy meant something to her, even if it was no more than sex to him.

But he didn’t look at her as if he viewed her as a sexual means to an end.

“Yeah, baby.” His kiss soothed, gentled. “I’d never hurt you like that. I might be a lot of things, but I’m not a liar, a cheat, or a guy who kisses and tells. This is just between us. I don’t want to do you because I’m horny or desperate. I just want…you.”

She stared into his eyes, losing herself in the depths of his sincerity and his lust, and answered, “Yes.”

Brad had been waiting for her for what felt like forever. It was a huge deal to him to come inside a woman without using anything. He’d feared getting trapped into marriage with an unwanted pregnancy, having heard the horror stories from friends. Then he’d gone out on a limb and really trusted a woman—and been flattened. So he’d resumed his affairs by always keeping his heart separate and his body physically protected.

But Jenny meant more. He couldn’t explain it. He just knew.

Her
yes
meant the world to him, especially because she didn’t seem like a woman to grant her favors freely. She liked sex and made no bones about it. But she hadn’t acted on any of the many invites she’d gotten since arriving on the base. He knew—he’d asked around.

She’d accepted him, though.

Lying there, watching him with trust shining in her eyes, she unknowingly wiggled her way under another layer of shields guarding his heart.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” he said.

She smiled and rolled onto her side then took his cock in hand. “Oh, I think I do.”

He sucked in a breath when she stroked him, careful yet firm. “I want to watch you swallow me. I want to fuck your ass and watch my cum slide down your legs.”

Her rapid breathing made it difficult to hold on to his own desire.

“I just came, but I want to come again,” he admitted. “I like playing. You like playing, Jenny?”

She opened her mouth and blew a breath over his cockhead. “Yeah, I do.” She licked his slit, and he groaned. “I like it all. Oral, normal, kinky, even anal sex.”

“Please don’t tease. I can’t handle that right now,” he said, trying hard not to inch between her lips, so close.

“I like sex a lot. I have toys.” She licked him again. “Did you know I have string of pearls I like to use when I take out Mr. Buzzy?”

Fuck.
Pearls—anal beads. He was in love. “Who
are
you? Wait. Mr Buzzy?” When she cupped his balls, he couldn’t wait any longer. “Never mind. Tell me after. I want to watch you swallow me.” He palmed the back of her head, bringing her mouth closer to his cock.

She smiled at him, a sinner looking through a saint’s eyes. And thank God for that.

Then she took his cockhead between her lips. Slowly, she drew more of him into her hot, wet mouth.

He kept her hair back so he could watch her lips surround him. “
Fuck.
You’re so sexy. That’s it. Take more.”

She moaned and bobbed over him, easing him to the back of her throat. The woman had serious skills, and he nearly blew his load more than once as she played with his balls and sucked his cock.

“Swallow me.
All
of me.”

Her sensual moan and increased speed indicated she wanted to swallow him as much as he wanted to come. The woman held him in her sway as she blew him, and he rubbed her shoulders, grazed her breasts, and toyed with her nipples as he neared his end.

“Gonna come so hard,” he warned her. “Fuck, Jenny. Take it.
Oh yeah.
” He pumped into her mouth, coming with a ferocity that should have shocked him, considering he’d already climaxed once tonight.

But as he wrapped his fingers in her wine-red hair and spent his load, he knew to blame his arousal on her. Jenny—who was seeming more and more like a woman straight out of his dreams.

The next day at work, he did his best to act normal around Genevieve. They had an argument about the next phase in their project, and he insisted on handling the logistics while
she
dealt with the geeks downstairs. A rational move instead of adhering to her desire to get them out of their comfort zones. Screw that. He had work to do. This wasn’t a social project.

Genevieve seemed to be enjoying their repartee as much as he was, and when he left her smiling, he knew he wore a similar grin on his face. He’d never been so happy to be so exhausted at work. But hell, it was Friday, and he had a full night and weekend planned around Genevieve, coconut oil, and those pearls she’d mentioned.

He moved back to his office and made a few phone calls then tried to catch up on his emails, which, sadly, seemed to grow in number no matter how many he answered. Like he had for most of the day, he found his thoughts wandering to the previous night.

They’d had marathon sex. He didn’t think he’d ever had so many orgasms in one night, but it was as if he had to grab hold of the woman and show her exactly how well they fit. By three in the morning they’d both been done in, and sleeping with her had just felt…right.

He’d woken at six, his body programmed to be moving despite a lack of sleep. He’d kissed her good-bye and left her a note with thanks and a warning not to make any plans for the weekend.

Her smile when she’d seen him in the coffee room earlier had turned his heart over. Then she’d quickly scowled at him and told him to stop goofing around and get on the email she’d sent him.

No drama, no swoony looks, just pleasure then back to business. He’d been right to worry that great sex would be just the tip of the iceberg with her. They had so much in common already. Not prudes, they liked their sex kinky. They had loving families, expected loyalty, knew what honor meant, and worked with an ethic surpassing their peers. Hell, Colonel Drey loved her, and he wasn’t an easy man to impress.

In addition to liking her lovely face, kick-ass body, and amazing skills in the sack, Brad appreciated everything else about her. Especially the way she didn’t back down from a confrontation.

He sighed, feeling like a lovesick teenager who couldn’t stop thinking about his latest crush. Because, yeah, he had it bad. He’d been attracted to the pain in the ass tech geek for months. But now that he knew what she tasted and felt like, had heard her laugh and seen her smile just for him, his heart threatened to fall at her feet.

Not good.

A glance at his empty coffee cup had him refilling with a needed boost of energy. As he was leaving, he overheard two of the new guys talking.

“She is fine. Did you see her ass?”

A low chuckle. “Yeah. I hear she’s single. Wonder if she’d be up for some tag-teaming.”

That sounded like Captain Batista. So the other guy must have been his constant shadow, First Lieutenant Hearst. Brad didn’t care for what he’d seen of Division’s assets so far, but since they’d only been attached to the G2 to help work on the new training op he was supervising, he figured he’d cut them some slack.

“St. James is hellish-hot. She turns down all the guys, though. Maybe she’s a lesbian,” Hearst suggested.

Said slack went right out the fucking window.

“Oh, man. That would be perfect. Think she’d let us watch?”

“I don’t know. Let’s go ask her.”

The pair chuckled.

“She didn’t say anything about it when I asked her out on Tuesday. Then again, she might be teasing. You know how these women can be,” Hearst said.

“I know. Tight clothes daring you to stare at them. Then when you do, you’re the asshole. Please. She’s begging for it today. Did you see that shirt she’s wearing?”