“You’re not half bad yourself.” I stroked my hands up his chest.
“I’ll show you not half bad,” he growled, yanking my panties down my legs as he dropped to his knees and wrapped his hands around my hips. It was a good thing he was holding me steady because my knees went weak when he ran his tongue up my pussy lips, from bottom to top. Without his help, I would’ve melted into the floor as he devoured me, driving me wild when he paid special attention to my clit. “Give it to me, gingersnap. Come on my tongue.”
The combination of his growled command and the tug of his lips on my sensitive bud sent me flying over the edge. He licked me through my orgasm, waiting to carry me into the shower until after my shudders subsided. I stayed in a sensual fog as he cleaned me from head to toe before washing himself off. I didn’t come out of it until he reached for the faucet. Wrapping my fingers around his forearm, I asked, “What about you?”
“I’m not going to come until I sink my cock inside your sweet pussy.” He turned off the water and opened the shower door to grab a towel. Drying me off, he added, “And I want you spread out on my bed the first time I take you.”
Beyond ready for him to take me, I grabbed the towel. “Then hurry up so we can make that happen.”
He barely dried himself off before he hefted me over his shoulder and stalked into the bedroom. After tossing me onto the bed, he followed me down onto the mattress, his muscular body covering every inch of mine. With my thighs cradling his hips, the tip of his dick lined up with my entrance. When he felt my wetness—which had nothing to do with the shower—a low rumble of need crept up his throat. “After so much wasted time, I’ve finally got you right where you belong. Brace yourself, gingersnap. Because I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be able to feel me tomorrow.”
“I’ve never done this before, but it sounds awesome to me.” I wiggled my hips, desperate to feel him inside me.
His eyes burned into mine as he growled, “Are you telling me you’re a virgin, Cora? Did you save that cherry for me?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then we’ll save the hard fucking for tomorrow.” He slowly inched forward, and my nails dug into his shoulders. “Easy, gingersnap. I’ve got you.”
I lifted my knees higher to urge him on, and he slid in a little more. “I know you do. I trust you to make this good for me, Huntley.”
“I’m going to do a fuck of a lot better than good,” he vowed as he lifted up on one arm to slide his other hand between our bodies. His thumb circled my clit until I was near the edge again, and he pinched the hard nub between his finger and thumb right before he punched his hips forward in a powerful thrust. The mixture of intense pleasure and the pinch of pain made my senses go haywire. Fireworks went off behind my eyelids as I screamed his name while he held completely still. He waited until my orgasm passed to ask, “You okay?”
“Uh-huh.” My answer turned into a moan when I gave a tentative wiggle of my hips, and a spark of pleasure shot through me.
“Then it’s time for me to show you fucking fantastic.” He made good on his promise, giving me another orgasm before building me right back up again. His pace was steady as he grunted, “Give me one more, baby. I want to feel you come around my cock again.”
His raspy request pushed me over the edge. After three more powerful thrusts, he planted himself deep and filled me with spurt after spurt of his hot come. I was messy and hungry, but after all the mind-blowing orgasms he’d given me, I couldn’t keep my eyes open another minute. Even after the ordeal I’d gone through today, I fell asleep feeling safer than I’d ever been before. And I owed it all to the sexy sailor holding me as though he’d never let me go.
6
Huntley
I woke up with a warm, soft body pressed against me, and the night before flooded my mind. Cora was amazing, and while I was kicking myself for waiting so long to claim her, a part of me still worried about how she would handle my life. If she decided being a military spouse was too much for her, I had no idea how I would ever let her go.
After just one night, I couldn’t imagine coming home to sleep in a bed without her. SEALs faced a lot of shit in our line of work, and I had no doubt that Cora was my rock, my lifeline. My love.
My girl stirred in my arms and lifted her lids slowly, looking up at me with adorable, sleepy eyes. Even after knowing her for so long, I was struck by the beauty of her one green and one blue eye. They were unique, just like Cora.
“Morning, gingersnap,” I mumbled before burying my face in her neck and taking a deep breath. Damn, she smelled delicious. She was using one of my arms as a pillow, and I glided the other up to rest just below her breasts as I placed tiny kisses on the sensitive skin of her throat. She shivered, and I grinned, loving how much I affected her.
“Good morning,” she replied in a shy, breathy tone.
I brought my head back up and gazed down into her face. “Last night was amazing.”
A pretty blush stole across her cheeks, and she smiled. “I thought so.”
I laughed and kissed her softly. It quickly heated up, and I rolled her to her back before covering her body with my own. Our skin sizzled wherever we touched, sending sparks of desire straight to my cock. My groin nestled into hers, pressing my hard erection into the heat of her pussy. She was drenched, and I slid right between her folds as I shifted to settle more fully against her. She moaned, and the sound made my dick swell even more.
With one small move, I could slide right into her tight pussy. She’d been a virgin last night, though, and I didn’t want to hurt her. But she was making needy little noises that were driving me out of my fucking mind. “You need to come, gingersnap?” I asked gruffly as I slid through her wetness again, making sure to rub over her clit with each pass.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Anything you want.” I dipped my head down to take one of her hard peaks in my mouth as I sped up my pace. The heat of her sex and the arousal coating my cock had me near the edge too.
“Huntley,” she moaned as her head thrashed against the pillow. Her legs circled my hips, and she bucked up to meet my shallow thrusts. “More,” she begged softly.
I rubbed harder and switched my attention to the other breast.
“No,” she gasped as I dragged my cock over her clit. “Inside me.”
I let her nipple go with a pop and shook my head regretfully. “I don’t want to hurt you, gingersnap.”
“It hurts to be so empty, Huntley,” she whimpered as she squeezed her eyes shut and arched her back. “Please.”
“Fuck,” I grunted. I couldn’t resist her plea.
“Exactly,” she mumbled.
I chuckled and dropped a kiss on her lips before pulling back. This time when I slid forward, I let the tip of my cock kiss her entrance. I wanted to be gentle so she wouldn’t be too sore.
“Yessss,” she moaned, her hands grasping my biceps in an iron grip.
Even though I was only in an inch, her walls tightened and massaged my dick, drawing all my blood to my shaft as pleasure rocketed through my whole body.
“Fuck!” I shouted as I lost control and surged forward, burying myself to the hilt.
Cora screamed, and I looked at her face, worried I’d caused her pain, but her head was thrown back in ecstasy, and she’d clamped down like a vise on my cock. “Huntley! Don’t stop! Move!” she demanded, and if it hadn’t been such a fucking turn-on, I would have laughed at the thread of steel in her tone.
“Yes, ma’am,” I grunted before retreating to nearly the tip and slamming back in. “Shit! Oh, baby, yes! Squeeze that tight little pussy. Fuck! Oh fuck, yeah.”
When I pulled back this time, I stopped a few inches before leaving her warmth. I grasped her legs and pulled them from around me. Then I straddled her, closing her thighs around my cock, making it an even tighter fit. “Keep those legs closed, gingersnap,” I groaned. “Fight to keep my cock inside you.”
Her walls spasmed as if agre
eing for her, and black spots danced in front of my eyes. I caught her hands in mine and laced our fingers together before raising them over her head.
Once again, I started to move. As instructed, she fought me every time I tried to pull out, and it wasn’t long before we were both breathing heavily and meeting each other thrust for thrust. I pounded in and out, hard and fast. “Oh, fuck yeah. That’s it, Cora. Take me deep. Oh, fuck! Fuck!”
Cora cried out one last time as her climax hit and the ripples of her pussy walls triggered my own. I shoved in as far as I could go, the tip of my dick bumping her cervix, and shouted her name as I came long and hard.
“Damn, gingersnap, if that gets any better, you might kill me.” I panted as I released her hands and collapsed on her. “Shit! I’m probably crushing you.” I started to lift my weight, but she curled her arms around me and held on.
“Don’t move yet,” she requested softly. “You feel so good. And…”
I gently took hold of her chin and forced her to look at me. “You can always tell me anything, gingersnap. Always.”
“It’s just...it makes me feel so safe, cocooned under you like this.”
I grinned and took her lips in a tender kiss before saying, “Don’t worry, my sweet little gingersnap. I plan to have you under me a whole fuck of a lot.”
Cora giggled, and I kissed her again because I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Come on. I need to feed you.” I groaned as my cock slipped from her tight hold when I lifted off her and rolled to my side.
A pretty blush stole across her cheeks, and her eyes dropped to my thick, heavy shaft. It had just barely softened from coming so hard inside her, but it sprang to life under her hungry gaze. I flopped onto my back and prayed for control. “Food, gingersnap,” I told her. “Real food.” I turned my head and winked at her. “If you’re still hungry for me once you’ve had some sustenance, you can feast on me all you want.”
Cora laughed, and the beautiful sound made my chest tighten and my pulse accelerate. She was so fucking beautiful. And I would do whatever it took to keep her.
I rose from the bed and padded over to my dresser. I grabbed a T-shirt and tossed it to my girl before pulling on a pair of boxers.
My shirt was several sizes too big for her and hung to just above her knees, giving me an excellent view of her gorgeous legs. Seeing her in my clothes did nothing to help the situation currently tenting my boxers. But she had to be sore from being ridden so hard right after losing her cherry. And we both needed food. So I told my dick to back off and held out my hand to my love.
Cora took it with a smile, and I guided her out of the bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen. I grasped her hips and planted her on the counter, then went to work making a couple of omelets.
“We don’t really know all that much about each other,” she said after a period of companionable silence.
“What would you like to know?”
“Do you have any family?”
I nodded as I sprinkled some chopped vegetables into the egg mixture. “I have one sister. Harlowe. She’s married to a biker in the Silver Saints MC, and they have a couple of kids. My parents are alive, but they aren’t really a part of our lives. How about you?”
“No siblings. I was a surprise to my parents after years of trying, so they were a little older when they had me. They’re retired and living in Florida.”
“We’ll have to take a trip out to see them,” I told her with a smile. “I’d like to meet the people who brought me such an amazing woman.”
Cora smiled brightly, and we chatted a little more about our lives while I finished cooking.
“Can, um...can I ask you something else?”
“I’m an open book to you, gingersnap,” I replied automatically. But then I realized that wasn’t exactly true. Breakfast was done, so I moved over to stand between her legs, my hands resting on her thighs. “As much as I can be. You understand that, right? There will always be things I can’t share with you, but only when it comes to my job.” She nodded, and I waited for a cloud of doubt to enter her eyes, but instead, I saw nothing but sunshine. I kissed her lips quickly, then lifted her down from the counter and walked over to grab our plates and silverware. “Although,” I added when a thought occurred to me. “I’ll be able to tell you more once we’re married.”
7
Cora
I shook my head, assuming I’d heard him wrong. “I’m sorry, what?”
“There will always be classified stuff that I can’t share with you, but once you’re my spouse, I’ll be able to be more open with you about some things.” He flashed me a sexy smirk and winked as he set everything for our meal on the small round table. “And I won’t even have to kill you afterward.”
“Ha-ha, you’re so funny.” I moved to his side and bumped him with my shoulder. “But seriously, you’re in the Navy. I totally get that there will be stuff you’re not able to tell me. That wasn’t the part I needed you to explain.”
He pulled out the chair in front of me and waited until I was seated to ask, “So it was the mention of marriage that took you by surprise?”
My eyes widened at his blasé tone. “Um, yeah. Of course it was.”
“I meant it when I said my only regret was not making you mine sooner.” He nudged one of the plates with an omelet that took up almost every inch of the flat surface. “So you can be damn sure I’m not going to dick around after you gave yourself to me.”
I almost choked on the bite of egg I’d just put in my mouth. After I swallowed it down and took a gulp of orange juice, I wheezed, “Having sex last night was fast, but talking about marriage this morning as though it’s a foregone conclusion is ultrasonic.”
“Oh, how wrong you are, gingersnap.” He grinned at me over the rim of his coffee mug. “We’ve known each other for more than a year already. That’s the opposite of fast. In fact, I’d call it downright snail-like.”
I arched my brow and pointed my fork at him. “And I’d call what you just said an exaggeration since we never had more than a short conversation until yesterday.”
“Don’t try to tell me that something wasn’t building between us during my visits to the bank.” He reached across the table to grip my left hand with his, brushing his thumb over the pulse point in my wrist. “Because we both know you’d be lying. It might’ve taken me way too long to pull my head out of my ass, but you’ve still been mine since day one.”
I kind of wished I could deflate Huntley’s ego a little since he was so darn confident, but I couldn’t deny what he said. And his certainty made him even more attractive, which was saying a lot. I’d thought he was the hottest guy I’d ever seen when we met, and my opinion hadn’t changed since then. To avoid responding, I shoved another bite of omelet into my mouth, making him chuckle as he flashed me a knowing look that made it clear I wasn’t fooling him at all.
When I started to get up to clear the table after we were done eating, he pressed his hand against my shoulder to keep me in my seat. “Relax, gingersnap. I’ve got it.”
“Nuh-uh.” I tilted my head back to look up at him. “You cooked, which means I clean. That’s the rule.”
“It’s a rule, huh?” He bent forward to brush his lips against mine. “Then I guess I can’t argue too much.”
“Exactly.” I grabbed my glass and followed him into the kitchen, laughing softly when he started rinsing the plates he was carrying and opened the dishwasher.
He glanced over at me and asked, “What?”
“I kind of assumed that not arguing meant you were going to go along with the rule.” I bumped my shoulder against his arm. “But you’re still cleaning up so I must’ve been wrong.”
He grinned as he stacked the plates in the bottom rack of the dishwasher. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”
I handed him a glass after rinsing it in the sink and smiled. “Lucky for you, I’m really enjoying the two of us doing everyday stuff together like washing the dishes. So I won’t
give you too much crap for bending the cleanup rule.”
After everything was in the dishwasher and we washed our hands, Huntley caged me in with my back against the sink. With his hands gripping the edge of the counter, he lowered his head to capture my mouth in a deep kiss. I twined my arms around his neck as our tongues tangled. Breathless and more than a little turned on, I whimpered in protest when his phone chirped and he pulled away. “Sorry, gingersnap. That’s the tone I have set for the rear admiral, so I can’t ignore it.”
I was disappointed for our kiss to end, but I understood his job meant he couldn’t ignore his phone. He’d made a commitment to the Navy, which I respected. Gesturing toward the phone, I said, “No apology needed. Take the call. I should probably check my phone anyway.”
“Thanks.” He brushed his lips against mine again before striding over to the table to grab his phone.
I listened to the deep tone as I padded upstairs to the bedroom. I hadn’t noticed last night, but my purse and jacket had been in the back seat of Huntley’s SUV. Cash, Deacon, and Stirling had been released by the cops much more quickly than we’d been. While we’d been stuck at the police station last night, the guys were busy smoothing things over for us. They got one of their friends to pick them up, headed over to the warehouse to grab Huntley’s SUV, and then went back to the bank to grab my stuff. I hadn’t even thought to question how his vehicle had gotten there until they texted him this morning.
I was dreading the conversation I needed to have with my parents about what had happened yesterday, but I couldn’t avoid talking to them forever. I didn’t worry too much about them hearing about the robbery and me being taken hostage on the news since I doubted my ordeal would make national headlines with all the crap going on in the world. But ever since they moved to Florida, we talked at least a couple of times a week.
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