Cousins In Love: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance (Book 3) (41 page)

His eyes went back to the flowers. They seemed to mock him, their natural beauty making the ugliness inside him worse.

He grabbed the vase and threw it in the trash.

He was here in the US to visit his half-sister, Bella, a successful fiction writer living with her husband and their two children in Fort Lauderdale. Bella’s husband ran a winery there. It was their pact that he should come see her and his twin nieces every tour break. Bella was terrified he would never come back every time he'd leave for some war-torn country.

He would call Tommy in a while. The dude was a businessman who owned several high-end bars and the closest friend he had. They’d known each other from the Academy but Tommy didn’t have the discipline required to be a pilot. He quit and became a businessman instead. Their friendship remained through the years.

His social life was as good as dead since he became a combat pilot. Women became merely a source of momentary physical pleasures as he had no time to build any semblance of relationship. Even during tour breaks, a soldier was never really off duty outside the base. Currently, he flew with the 494th Fighter Squadron headquartered in RAF Lakenheath, England. He was on call, anywhere he was. Uncle Sam’s number was a 24-hour bitch of a hotline.

During his breaks here when he wanted to bang pussy, he’d just call Tommy who had a black book of all the doable babes in the city. He liked fast women. No pressure. Not much effort. No drama. He was with them for only one reason, to bang the shit out of them.

Come and go. That was his usual deal. Fast women wanted the same. They liked to wear his monster down. A big challenge as he was an insatiable fuck after his tour. It was mostly them who called time out.

Tommy invited him to come to his new swanky club downtown but he declined. He really was not ready to mingle with the charmed, frivolous mortals who worried about their latest flashy toys day in day out. The scent of the desert and all its abominable secrets were perpetually stuck on his skin. He would be hell around normal people.

He’d asked Tommy to send him two or three babes for tonight. Hopefully, their beautiful bodies would make him forget, even just for a while the body count he’d left somewhere in Fallujah. Fuck, that was a long time ago and it was one of his earliest missions, but that place and what happened there was unforgettable. And not in a good way.

Finishing the beer, he walked towards the master’s bedroom, removing his pants as he took the hallway. Naked, he opened the door. The room was cast in shadows but illuminated by the lights pouring in from the neighboring buildings through the tall panoramic windows lining two sides of the expansive bedroom. He liked the shadowy ambiance, a relative comfort to his tortured senses.

Without turning the lights on, he padded straight into the en suite. He switched the lights on and stepped into the glass shower cubicle.
 

Seconds later, warm water cascaded all over him, drenching him. He felt his muscles relax.
 

This was nice. After spending months sharing common bathrooms with dozens of comrades, he’d missed the luxury of privacy.

He scrubbed his body with soap and spent a few minutes under the warm spray, languishing in its natural healing power. If only it would cleanse away all his sins, too.

Shut. The fuck. Up.

Once in a while, when he was in a very quiet place, his conscience would act up, trying to convince him he was still redeemable. Wishful thinking. Remnants of long forgotten innocence.

He turned off the tap and grabbed a towel, drying himself off.

He walked back to the bedroom.

Only then did he become aware of something. He was a soldier and his senses were sharp, his instincts even sharper. But he failed to sense this one immediately.

Fuck.

Quietly stepping back into the walk-in-closet, he groped under a cabinet ledge and closed his hand on a 45.

Something was up in the air.

Someone was inside the apartment. But it was not a hostile element as his built-in radar failed to pick up the signals right away. Weak signals.

He entered the bedroom again.

His senses were on high alert and he smelled something now. It was very subtle but there it was.

Sweet.

Fresh.

Clean.

Like this place.

But this was different.

A woman.

A woman was inside his apartment.

In his bedroom.

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BOOKS BY
 

LISA LANG BLAKENEY

The Cousins Series

Cousins: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance (Book 1)

Cousins: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance (Book 2)

Cousins In Love: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance (Book 3)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Hi, I’m
Lisa Lang Blakeney
. I grew up an only child gorging myself on daytime soaps, night time dramas, and romance novels. I write about strong alpha men and the smart women they seek to claim, and I tend to favor continuing storylines and series, although I will write a stand alone novel when inspiration strikes.

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