by Gem Sivad
“Well damn. That’s not good,” Luke groaned.
Whoa. What’s this about? The gravelly texture and low timber of his voice made Kiley’s breath quicken.
“I’m executing an extraction plan at the moment,” she confided.
“Do tell,” he drawled, making other parts of her quicken as well.
“I arrived late to the party and plan to leave early. My strategy—drift around the camp fire, reach the shadows, and wait until eyes are elsewhere—then duck out for the night.”
“So you’re waiting for someone to shoot off a rocket or something?”
“Maybe. Getting away from Marcie takes mad stealth skills.” She felt like she was babbling but couldn’t shut herself up.
Her sister, who worried about Kiley’s social life, or lack thereof, beamed at her from across the bonfire. Even from that distance she could see the speculative gleam in Marcie’s eyes.
She’d targeted Luke Danvers as a likely exit point since he didn’t seem interested in company. She’d headed for him, figuring that she’d say hello and then beat a fast retreat.
“I’ve gotta tell you I like the new look.” He smirked at her, reminding her that he’d seen her in her blue faze.
“I quit dying it weird colors when the twins were babies.” Kiley touched her hair self-consciously. Belatedly she remembered the last time she’d seen him, he’d been arguing with his wife about leaving the military to take up farming.
“Did you get your patch of ground?” she asked, discreetly checking easy exits from the fire-pit.
“Sure did,” he answered.
To stay or not to stay? He was drinking bottled water not beer, so she wouldn’t have any trouble managing a drunk. She emptied her beer on the ground behind the straw and got comfortable next to him.
“Not much of a drinker, huh?” Luke drawled. “You looked like a hell-raiser when you were younger.”
“I could say the same about you. As I recall, you were drunk, unruly and arguing with your wife the last time I saw you.”
“Ex-wife now,” he slid that information in as if it mattered. “Obviously, things changed for both of us,” he said gruffly.
“Yes,” Kiley agreed. She felt out of breath as if she’d been sparring with swords instead of words. Heat pooled in her belly and her nipples were peaks of sensitivity poking dents in her sweatshirt.
“I’m a farmer now.”
God, I’m pitiful. I might jump on this poor man if he says much more. Nevertheless, she kept the conversation going. “What do you raise on your farm?” She waited for him to answer, ready to endure tales of pigs, or corn, or steers, in order to hear more of the rumbling tones coming from him.
He seemed at a loss for words, as if unsure what crop or herd he tended on his land.
*
Luke stalled in his pick-up line which wasn’t a line, more like a pathetic attempt to keep her interest. He’d bought his place by doing a web search for property available in rural areas around Pittsburgh. Her brother-in-law, his platoon leader, First Lieutenant Doug Blake, had offered suggestions, telling him about the area where his wife’s family lived. Luke had closed the deal based on a realtor’s picture and never visited the place until he’d been wounded in Afghanistan and deployed home.
He’d hung onto the land as an act of defiance when Shelley dumped him, but it had become an anchor he’d held to when he was in hospital. While he’d been fitted for his fake leg, he’d had a place to call home when he got out and plenty of time to make plans about what he’d do once he moved in.
But after his hospital release last December, he’d stayed drunk in Austin for a while. It wasn’t until he’d caught sight of Micah Wolfe, he’d remembered the land. Then he’d tucked tail, and headed north.
Since taking possession of his place, he hadn’t done much more than fix the barn and patch the roof of the house. He’d spent most of the spring learning to navigate the uneven terrain using his new leg. As far as running a working farm, well…
“Evergreens,” he answered. “I grow Christmas trees.”
He knew as soon as she sat next to him that he wanted to have sex with her. She smelled good, getting his cock’s attention immediately.
After they’d talked about not much of anything for a half hour or so, she stood and brushed the straw from her fanny.
“I’m cold. I’m going to find something hot to warm up with.”
“Use me,” he said before his brain got control of his mouth.
Her cheeks pinked-up some, but, her eyes said she was interested.
“Help me up,” he said, reaching for her before she changed her mind. When she grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet, he explained, “Among other things, my knee’s stiff.”
Their vehicles mirrored their physical differences. She drove a little compact car and he drove a big Ford pickup. She had to scramble onto the truck’s running boards just to get into the cab. He opened her door, refraining from giving her a boost although he wanted his hands on her heart shaped ass more than he wanted air.
Chapter Two
Evidenced by the erection pressing against his zipper, Luke’s little head was ready to fuck. But his big head, the one assigned to do his thinking, said no way was he taking her to his place for lots of reasons, the biggest being getting naked with her.
He’d had a few ventures in bed since he’d lost his leg, and none of the women had wanted seconds after they’d seen the mechanical extension and knee replacement. Or maybe he hadn’t tried hard enough. Hell, he didn’t know anymore. It irritated him to think about women, ex-wives, failed relationships, and the difficulty of getting good sex—dammit—make that any sex.
The hope that something fine might happen disappeared and his mood soured. He prepared to swing through a fast food place, and play dumb on the way back to her car—no harm done and have a good life blue-haired girl.
But before he turned into McDonalds and began his retreat, Kiley took charge and Luke didn’t have to do a damn thing the rest of the night but smile.
“I don’t take men home with me and I don’t go home with strangers. Are you interested in having sex?”
“Yep,” he said gruffly. “Where to?” She gave him directions to the local make-out site.
“Got a condom?” she asked and not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he pointed at his glove compartment.
“Some in there I think.” Then he wished he hadn’t added the, “I think.” She didn’t need to know how long it had been since he’d needed one. It was the damnedest thing he’d ever had happen to him, and after fifteen years in the military that included two tours of duty in Afghanistan, that was saying something.
Condom in hand, she unzipped him and since he’d dressed commando, she had bare skin and aroused cock waiting for her. By the time they reached the edge of town she’d covered his dick with both the rubber and her mouth.
After two preliminary swipes with her tongue, she looked up at him and grimaced. “I hate the taste of these. Yuck.”
He didn’t know what the hell he should say to that. She didn’t appear to need an answer but went back to work and he doubly appreciated her efforts knowing that the flavor didn’t appeal to her.
Covered or bare, his dick experienced heaven as she nuzzled and sucked. When she deep throated him, lightning shocks hit his spine radiating outward and his chest ached at the effort it took to breathe, drive, focus on the road, and not come.
“How far?” he growled.
Her hair tumbled loose, brushing his stiff penis as she looked up and out the window.
“Half a mile and turn, follow the dirt road to the bluff.” As he followed her directions, she returned her attentions to his erection, sucking him, corkscrewing her hand around his shaft, and pumping his dick.
“Ease back on the seat so I can reach you, sweetheart.” When she lay next to him, he growled, “Let’s get your pants off, underwear too.” Without losing her place in his lap or her grip on his cock, she l
ifted her hips to help him and he shoved her jeans down far enough for her to get one leg free.
She made a noise in her throat tickling the head of his dick as he slid his free hand between her legs, fingering her cleft and stroking the shell of her sex, before plunging into her wet heat.
“Oh God,” she moaned around his cock, her hips coming off the leather and her thighs parting, inviting him deeper.
By the time they parked, she’d unbuckled his pants. He looked around scanning the area carefully, not interested in putting on a show or getting arrested. It already amazed him that he’d driven from Doug’s place to the local kids’ make-out site with her mouth plastered to his cock. At thirty-four he was a little old for high school shenanigans. But he had tinted windows, they had the place to themselves, and his cock stood tall, begging for more.
Liquid heat coated his fingers as he played in her slick emissions while her lips surrounded his shaft, giving him back molten pulsing pleasure.
“I hope you can wait for just a minute,” she said, coming up for air when he parked. ”Bring your butt over here and lift up.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he agreed scooting from under the steering wheel and thanking God and good sense for not buying the bucket seat model of pick-up trucks.
As ordered, he raised his ass off the seat, admiring her no nonsense approach when she grabbed his waist band and took his pants to his hips.
“I need this,” she said in explanation, pushing his shoulders against the back of the seat and straddling him.
Luke stared in awe at her, wondering if he’d just been kidnapped by a crazed nymphomaniac. Not that he was complaining.
Primed and fighting his climax, sweat dotted his brow and he gritted his teeth to keep from coming while Kiley inched her pussy down his erection.
He hoped he didn’t look as thunderstruck as she did when she’d totally sheathed him.
“You’re a fucking miracle,” he muttered as her mound brushed against his groin, and her sex kissed him, sucking on his length as hard as her mouth had.
She’d had her eyes closed but they came open at his words. If he was any judge, she was someplace between ecstasy and pure bliss. He flipped on the interior light to better see her expression.
“Hey,” she protested.
“Tinted glass, nobody here, I want to watch,” he growled. He held her hips, thrusting upward.
“Oh my God.” She dropped her complaint, grabbed his shoulders, holding on at the same time she splayed her thighs wider asking for more cock. Luke was pretty damned sure he’d never been so appreciated.
She inched upward, stroking and clenching around his dick before lowering herself in a hip swiveling motion that made his balls tighten as she rotated her pelvis, dragging the lips of her sex against his groin.
He laid his hand on her stomach and gave her another jarring thrust. Swear to God he felt long enough to reach high inside her belly.
“I need these.” These being her tits, he made fast work of pulling her shirt high and her bra down enough to free them. When he tongued the first nipple, she clasped his head, arching her back into his mouth.
Being a man who thoroughly enjoyed the feel of taut flesh between his lips, he didn’t hold back, sucking, biting and thoroughly worshiping her breasts. He took her nub between his teeth, scraping the stiff peak with a rough caress and drawing on it, extending its length until she whimpered.
He reached between them, rubbing her clit while Kiley arched her back, put her hands on his shoulders, and closed her eyes, her hips dancing an erotic rhythm rocking his cock deeper with each movement.
“Oh God yes…” She whispered begging him to continue, “Please.”
Luke leaned against the seat, gazing at her as she took all the pleasure he gave her and reached for more. He wanted to watch as she came apart for him.
He swirled his finger in her wet heat and she opened her eyes holding his gaze. Her channel pulsed, stroking his cock as she rotated her hips and then lifted high. He bucked under her, thrusting through clenching pussy muscles as she began her slide down.
“Come for me.” He pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves, urging her to fly apart.
“Oh, baby,” she moaned. Goosebumps raced over her body and a surprised expression flitted across her face.
Luke watched her begin the wildest hip swaying, pussy clenching orgasm, he’d ever experienced. The whole time, she stared at him from half-closed blue eyes, her lips parted, her breath huffing out in excitement as she took her pleasure on his cock.
“Sing it for me, sweetheart,” he growled as she climaxed and made the prettiest keening sound he’d ever heard.
“Come on baby, give me some more.” He sucked her nipple, gripped her rump and held on as she clenched her sex, milking his length, for the ride home.
“I’m getting’ close,” he warned her, abandoning her breast to pull her mouth down. He kissed her for the first time, liking the flavor of her lips and the way she opened for him, taking his tongue as deep as she took his cock.
Ahuh, ahuh, ahuh… Both of them panted, making a comingled noise of pleasure as he lost the last vestiges of control and rammed his tongue down her throat and his cock high in her pussy.
He held her breasts in his hands, squeezing them as she pole danced, riding his hard length with the tightest clenching muscles he’d ever felt.
Jesus fucking, Christ. Tighter, tighter, tighter…. He couldn’t tell where his body left off and hers began.
“You like that soldier boy?” she gasped, pulling her mouth away from his, then dipping back in for another deep kiss as she swiveled her hips and ground her pelvis below.
Jesus. He exploded. By the time the last spurt ended, he’d pushed her almost under him on the seat. She’d accommodated the hell out of him by wrapping her legs tight around his waist.
If he hadn’t felt so damned good, he might have been embarrassed. His cock wilted, she stirred under him, blinking unfocused eyes as she gazed around.
“Damn.” The windows of his truck were steamed over. Luke helped her untangle their body parts though he didn’t want to let her go.
“I need to go home.” She didn’t waste any time cuddling with him after she got her senses back. Though he only had to dispose of the condom, pull up his pants and buckle up, she scrambled to find her clothes and beat him dressed.
On the trip back to Doug’s place, she sat on the seat, her hands folded primly in her lap. Even though he’d aired out the cab, he inhaled the erotic mix of sweat and sex.
Other than that, it was hard to believe that they’d both gorged on lust moments before. He couldn’t tell if she was regretting what they’d done or was too sated to talk.
He didn’t have a clue what to say, so he didn’t say anything until they’d almost reached her car.
“I’d like to see you again.” As soon as he said it, he wanted to retract the words. “But, I don’t really have time for a relationship.” The man who had nothing but time on his hands tried to make his life seem busy. “When I’m not working I’m thinking about working.”
That sounded pompous as hell and he floundered, knowing he was blowing the moment and dammit, he didn’t want to. He looked at her sideways, before pulling her closer, sliding his arm around her shoulders so her body rested against his.
Risking a quick glance from the road to look at Kiley, he took in her swollen lips and flushed cheeks. She laid her hand on his thigh, and he liked the feel of her palm there.
“I’m busy, but that doesn’t mean I’m a eunuch,” he amended.
“Duly noted,” she agreed, patting his leg as she gave him a speculative look. “I’d also like to do this again.” She squeezed his thigh and it didn’t surprise him when his cock stirred, already half aroused and ready for more of her.
“Maybe we can help each other,” she said looking up at him. He didn’t know what she had in mind but he listened to find out.
“I’m a single mom. I don’t have a steady man becau
se I don’t want one hanging around my two kids who are right now with my mom. She doesn’t babysit often and aside from Marcie, I don’t leave them with anyone else. I have a full-time life that includes a job and no time for a relationship. ”
“And?” He squeezed her shoulders, urging her to make an offer he wasn’t going to refuse regardless of what it was.
“And—I have certain biological needs I’d like to satisfy with something other than plastic.” She closed her eyes, her blush denying the intimacies they’d just enjoyed at the same time her hand stroked his thigh, promising more.
“Well as to those biological needs—seems like we can find a way to get them satisfied. When you’ve got the time, I’ll find the place.” He pulled up next to her car and put the truck in park, idling in front of her sister’s house, waiting for Kiley’s answer.
When she remained mute, he decided coaxing was in order. “You do the calling,” he said, switching on his truck’s overhead light to search in the glove compartment for paper.
“I’d just as soon the whole town not know we’re carrying on,” Kiley murmured, her blush turning her pink cheeks to ruby.
“Carrying on?” After the uninhibited fucking they’d just engaged in, her old-fashioned description made him smile.
His quick rummaging turned up no paper, so before shutting off the overhead light, he held her hand and wrote his number on her palm. “If you change your mind and don’t call, it’s okay. I’ll not bother you. If you do call, I’ve marked your number a TF.”
“TF?”
“That’s military speak for taboo frequency—a line always open for emergencies. You call when you’re able to get free and I’ll make sure we get together.”
He let her get half out the door before he added his last addendum to their deal. “As to the plastic, you might want to bring it along for a ride or two. No sense in letting it feel neglected.” He liked a little variety in the sheets and he figured he’d let her know up front, he wasn’t all vanilla. He had a feeling neither was she. It wasn’t a deal breaker but he used the thought of playing with her toys to get her past the, would she call, to what they would do, when she called.
