Nobody's Hero (35 page)

She shook her head and pulled her mouth off
his cock.

“Tell me how you want me to please you,
Sir.”

How could he deny her when she was just
trying to be his good little sub? “Take your hand and placed it at
the base of my di…penis. That’ll give you more control.”

She did as he’d instructed and squeezed her
fist harder around the base of his shaft.
Shit
.

In a strained voice, he continued to teach
her how to please him in this new way. “With your other hand,
stroke my balls.”

She grabbed his gonads with equal enthusiasm.
“Whoa, kitten. Be a little more gentle with those. They’re much
more sensitive.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I forgot.” He realized she
probably was nervous, not knowing what to expect. Then her hand
began to stroke him, gently pulling on his short hairs. His dick
bobbed again and she took his head into her mouth again. He
throbbed against the roof of her mouth.

“Oh, baby. I can’t hold back.”

He tried to pull her mouth away with his
hands in her hair, but he kept pumping his dick further into her
face. Did she want him to come in her mouth? He didn’t want to go
further than she intended, but they hadn’t exactly discussed this
yet. She gripped him tighter, increasing pressure both with her
hands and her mouth.

“Ahh, yes, baby!” The base of his dick began
to pulsate. “I’m coming, kitten!”

He threw his head back and leaned against the
stall to keep from collapsing. As he shot his load, she pulled her
mouth away, then stroked him faster. Using both hands, she
continued to stroke his balls and pump the shaft of his cock. A
guttural growl ripped from his throat as he shot his load.

“Augghhhhh, fuck, baby.” She continued to
pump him with enthusiasm, but after his dick became too sensitive,
he grabbed her hand. “Easy now, kitten.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. That was fucking
incredible.”

When he could see straight again, Adam looked
down to watch her pink tongue venture outside her mouth to taste
his semen at the corner of her mouth. She’d let him come on her
face.
Sweet Jesus
. His dick throbbed again just watching
her.

Karla let the shower spray clean her face as
she gently touched his cock, which continued to jerk in the
after-effects of his orgasm. He let go of her hair and reached down
to pull her to her feet. His lips covered hers as his tongue
invaded her mouth where his cock had been only moments before.

Adam drew away and looked down at her,
cupping her face. “Your Dom is well pleased. Where’d you learn to
do that?” He knew it was none of his business, but she’d come
across as not having much experience with sex of any kind. Okay, so
he had a jealous streak.

She glanced away. “Do I have to answer?”

Adam set her away from him so he could gauge
her response. He wasn’t sure he even wanted to know anymore, but he
couldn’t back off now. “Answer the question.”

“I…um…I rented a how-to movie online that
showed, well, how to do it.”

“Porn?”

The blush that pinked her cheeks turned him
on again. “Yeah, it looked more like porn than a tutorial.”

Knowing she’d thought about him while they
were apart, enough to rent a porn flick to learn how to please him,
well, nearly made him want to take this relationship further than
Dom/sub and sex. She’d blown his mind—not to mention his…

Don’t go there, man!

The skin between her brows wrinkled. “What’s
wrong, kitten?”

She hesitated a moment. Just when he was
about to demand an answer, she said, “I’m sorry I couldn’t let you
come inside my—”

He laughed and pulled her against his chest.
He cupped her chin and raised her face to look up at his. “Kitten,
if you’d done that any more perfectly, I wouldn’t be standing right
now.”

Karla smiled and he lowered his mouth to hers
again. The kiss they shared this time was gentler. When they pulled
apart, she laid her head against his chest and giggled. He felt his
balls stir.
Jesus Christ
. He was like a teenager around
her.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. I’m just happy. Really happy.”

He reached for the soap and lathered it
between his hands, then washed his cum off her breasts. His hands
continued to rub her chest long after all of his semen had been
washed away. Her nipples hardened and his hands stilled.

She felt so good. He’d missed her more than
he would have thought. He handed the soap to her. “I’d better let
you take care of your face.” He watched as she cleaned herself up
and realized how lonely he’d been since he’d gone to Minnesota.
He’d missed sharing his days with her, not to mention his bed. She
was so right for him in so many ways. Maybe Marge was right. Maybe
it was time.

But first he needed to make sure she wouldn’t
be repulsed by him. With his hand on her shoulder, he turned her
gently toward him. Her erect nipples grazed his chest and it was
all he could do not to slam her against the wall and plow into
her.

Not that he was ready to go again just
yet.

“Kitten, I want you to wash my back.” Her
eyes opened wide as she searched his gaze, from one eye to the
other several times. “I’ll warn you again, it’s not pretty.”

“I don’t need pretty, Sir. I just need you.
All of you.”

Damn
. Her big blue eyes melted another
chunk of ice around his heart. If he thought himself capable of it,
he’d think he was falling in love with her.

“Turn around, Sir.” He quirked an eyebrow at
her command and she added with a smile, “Please.”

Adam’s heart hammered against his chest as he
complied very slowly. This moment would tell him if she could
accept him as he was. The spray of water hit him in the face and he
turned the shower head downward.

“Oh, Adam!”

He squeezed his eyes shut, expecting her to
run from the shower. Instead, he felt her shaking hands slickened
with soap lathering his back as she washed him, touching every inch
of his scarred upper back. He wanted to know what she was thinking,
but was afraid to ask. Was she washing him out of a sense of duty,
as his sub, because he’d ordered her to, or because she wanted to?
Maybe he’d been wrong to reveal himself to her like this, to make
himself so fucking vulnerable to her yet again.

“
Gino
D’Alessio?”

Ah, she’d gotten to his tat. “Marc’s older
brother. He was killed in Afghanistan serving in one of my recon
units.”

“Oh, God. When you called for them to
report…”

His body grew tense as he held his breath.
“Called who to report?”

She’d turned him sideways to rinse the soap
off of him under the spray and looked up at him. “In the hospital,
you were having a lot of nightmares. You shouted out for D’Alessio
and Garcia to report and I just assumed you were dreaming about
Marc. I had no idea.” She wrapped her arms around him. “And
Miller?”

“Iraq. He died on top of Damián.”

“Christ, Adam. What hell you all went
through.”

He held onto her, trying to wipe those images
out of both their minds now. What had gotten him to tell her that?
Marines didn’t tell their war stories to civilians.

She pulled away and turned his back toward
her again. What more could she possibly need to see? Then what he
most certainly thought was the pressure of her tongue began tracing
patterns among the deadened skin, over the shrapnel wounds and the
cougar’s bites and claw marks. Her fingertips touched the spot
where the tat memorialized the three men who had died under his
command.

Her fingers trailed down to his butt cheeks
and his cock throbbed to life again with a need to bury himself
inside her to the hilt. To occupy his big head with something good
and wholesome and alive. He couldn’t wait any longer. Adam turned
and pushed her back against the wall. “Spread your legs. I need to
be inside you. Now.”

Her pupils dilated, her breathing became
shallow, and she spread herself open to him, clearly as aroused as
he was.

“And I need you inside me, Sir.”

He reached down and ran his wet fingers along
the cleft from her pussy hole to her clit. Definitely wet from more
than shower water, he slid two fingers up inside her. She gasped,
then smiled. Knowing what he’d planned to do in the shower with her
this time—even though he hadn’t anticipated a tenth of what had
happened in here already—he reached down for the condom he’d placed
on the rim of the tub, picked it up, and tore the foil open before
she took it from his hand and removed the rubber. With shaking
hands, she bent over him and expertly rolled it down his erection,
then stood up on tiptoes and kissed him, her tits pressing against
his chest, mons against his balls.

Fuck
. She spread her legs again,
without being told, and he stroked her cleft with his dick, then
picked her up by her thighs, keeping her back pressed against the
tiled wall, and lowered her sweet pussy onto his erection.

“Oh, Sir!”

He chuckled, loving her sexy gasp and that
delightful expression of shock and awe as he slid deeper inside
her, pressing her harder against the wall, cupping her ass, pumping
in and out of her as she let her head loll back and forth. Her tits
bounced with each thrust and he longed to touch them, suck them,
but didn’t want to let go of Karla. He lowered his mouth to the
side of her neck instead and nuzzled, knowing he’d leave whisker
burns, but not caring at the moment. He needed his mouth on
her.

“Oh, Sir! Please may I come?”

“Not yet.”

She groaned and panted in the sexiest
way.

“I don’t want this to end yet, kitten.”

She reached up to clasp her hands behind his
head and drew him toward her face, where her tongue waited to
plunge inside his mouth much as his dick was plunging inside her
pussy. Her breath against his mouth smelled minty and he groaned,
unable to prolong the ecstasy any longer.

“Come. Now, kitten.”

He couldn’t let go to stroke her clit, but
let his body strike the sensitive spot until her screams filled the
bathroom. “Oh, ohhh, ohhhhhh. Yes, Sir! Please don’t stop. Oh, my
God!”

“Oh, God, Karla! Fuck me dry!” He pumped her
body up and down on his dick, letting her pussy land harder against
him each time.

“Acccckkkkkkk! Oh, shit! Don’t stop! Fuck my
brains out, Sir!”

Man, he had her swearing like a sailor now.
Oh, who gives a fuck?
The sweetest sounds he’d ever heard
were coming from her mouth. He felt her pussy spasm around him as
she milked him for all she was worth and howled like a cat in heat.
God, would he ever get enough of her?

Not in this fucking lifetime.

He continued to hold her, impaled on his
dick, pressed against the wall. His little tiger liked it rough.
How’d he ever find a woman so evenly matched to him?

When he realized she couldn’t possibly be
comfortable in this position, he lifted her off his dick, pressed
her body hard against the tile, and let her lower her feet to the
bottom of the tub. When her legs gave out, he turned her around and
held her against his body with his arm wrapped around her waist and
positioned her under the shower spray to wash her off before
reaching out to turn off the water.

He closed his eyes and lifted her into his
arms, but didn’t say a word as he dried her off, then lifted her
again and carried her down the hall to the room they’d be sharing.
He grinned when he saw the twin bed they’d be sleeping in, imaging
her body spread out over his. He wasn’t sure how much sleep he’d be
able to get.

But he might need to rack out on the floor
instead. He needed some time to think. What in the hell was he
going to do with her? All he knew was that the thought of spending
the rest of his life without her suddenly seemed so bleak.

But he had a lot of baggage he didn’t need to
be saddling her with, not the least of which was whatever he’d done
to his father. While in Minnesota, he’d looked up his mother again,
but there was no one there by that name. She could be dead by now.
He didn’t know why that thought made him feel sad.

“
Uncle Damo, he hurt me so bad.”

“
Fire! Help! No more, please!” she begged
hysterically.

“Stop, Daddy! Don’t touch me!”

Damián bolted up from the bed and tossed the
sheet off his lower body. He needed to get to Savannah. He shook
his head clear. No, not Savannah. Savi. God, he hadn’t dreamt of
her in forever. No, it was Teresa who needed him. He felt around in
the dark until he found his prosthesis and tried to strap it onto
his ankle. Fucking thing. Why couldn’t he get it to fasten this
time?

Finally, he had it in place. “I’m coming,
bebé
,” he whispered. He reached into the nightstand for his
.357 Magnum and headed for the door. Julio wasn’t going to hurt
Teresa ever again.

“Stop! Don’t!”

Teresa’s pleas filled his chest with rage.
The god-damned motherfucker had come back. When Damián reached her
door, he braced himself on his feet so his prosthesis wouldn’t be a
liability, and opened the door. In one fluid motion, he leveled the
semi-automatic pistol at Teresa’s bed, where the screams were
coming from.

Alone. Fucking nightmare.
Madre de
Dios
, did he ever know what those were like.

He laid the weapon on her vanity, turned on
the lamp, and crossed to the bed. He began speaking to her in a
calm, firm voice. “Teresa, wake up. You’re dreaming.” When he
touched her arm, she swung at him. “Whoa, it’s Uncle Damo. You’re
safe now,
princesa
.”

At last, her terror-filled eyes opened, but
the glazed look told him she was still in the throes of the
nightmare. She pounded at his chest and shoulders with both fists.
For a moment, he just let her rage, because he knew she’d feel
better after she’d expended some of the adrenaline.