Field Stripped: 15 Steamy Military Romances

by Marissa Dobson

  “You don’t want him to know what I’m doing to you, do you?”

  He swiveled his hips and she felt the delicious feeling of him being accepted within her depths again. How in the hell was it possible for her to want him so soon after he’d just taken her?

  “Eli … mmm … he’s going to know … yesss … mmm, hmm … he’s going to know any minute anyway. Fuck … that feels good,” she moaned as he quickened his motions and swallowed her next words.

  A knock sounded on the door, yet Eli continued his stroke as if he didn’t care that someone was getting ready to walk through the door and expose them for all they were. They were two horny as fuck adults giving in to their base needs. B.B. tried to pull her mouth away from his intoxicating kiss, but he grabbed hold to the back of her neck and kept her in place. Rubbing against that sweet spot she tried to moan her displeasure at his continuation of their coupling, but it only sounded like an approval.

  B.B. didn’t think it was physically possible, but Eli drove deeper within her. His massaging of her exposed breast made her want her next orgasm as much as she wanted her next breath.

  The knock came again and the handle jiggled as she felt the sign of need for release rising.

  “Hey B.B., I know you probably don’t want to bothered since your door is locked and all, but will you let Proph know when he comes back from wherever he went that the info he and Ghost asked me to pull on the Hamilton case is on the external drive under ‘ham.’ Thanks gotta go. Hounder’s waiting for Wellsie’s bag.”

  Eli continued as if they hadn’t been about to be busted. He waited for the closing of the elevator doors before he made a sound by picking up the pace. As their bodies slapped together, he kept his eyes glued to hers. She knew hers had to register shock and awe. The focus he had told her that he wouldn’t be able to speak to her for at least another few minutes. It was fine with her. She could wait him out while having some of the best sex she’d had in years.

  He pumped into her awaiting heat a few more times before he growled then groaned, giving of himself over to his orgasm. The muscles of his neck tightened and he braced his hands on the desk on either side of her as he bucked then slammed into her once more. She could feel the thrust, her walls clamping down on him, and their combined release between them.

  She didn’t speak until she knew she had his full attention.

  “When in the hell did you lock the door?”

  He chuckled before kissing her.

  “When I walked through the door and made sure to close it behind me. I knew I would have all of this splendor before me. I didn’t know hellfire was going to be so open and ready for me. My Hellfire had some heat she needed to release. I’ll gladly put out the flame anytime you’re ready.”

  “You think I’m such a sure thing.”

  “Oh, I know you are. In fact, I’m going to prove it to you. On the sofa, Hellfire. Face forward, on your knees and spread those perfect thighs. I will feast then I will extinguish. You’ve kept me waiting far too long. We should have this shit figured out and in place already. Don’t fret, amore, we’ll talk after I’ve had my fill. Now, assume the position.”

  Eli had his fill, all right, his and a couple other people’s fill. By the time the Hamiltons arrived, B.B. was practically delirious and couldn’t focus. She had no inkling how she made it through the meeting. Eli tore Brooklyn a new asshole. Apparently she hadn’t been the only one to read that morning’s paper.

  “You’ll need to follow every rule now. There will be no leeway given. You’ve painted a huge target on both of your backs. You’ve also ruined the element of surprise we had going.”

  “I understand, Mr. Reynolds. I just …”

  B.B. tried not to giggle. It was weird hearing anyone refer to Elijah as “Mr.” anything. In the mode that he was in, there was no reasoning with him or explaining anything to him when he was like that. She knew firsthand.

  “No. I get what you wanted, but you hired this company to do a job. You need to allow us the necessary time to do what we were asked to do. There is a lot riding on this and there are a great many people whose lives are at stake. This isn’t a game. It’s reality. It’s a reality that is dangerous and could get a lot a people hurt if you aren’t willing to play your part as you were instructed to.”

  They didn’t speak again until they were saying goodbye to B.B. and Eli. As soon as they were out the front door, Eli had her pinned against the door and her clothes were being worked off of her body.

  “Needy much?” she asked as he hooked her leg over his shoulder.

  Before he buried his face in between her legs, he looked up and responded.

  “Greedy much? Hell yes, I am. Too many years I’ve waited to have at you. I’m going to have as many helpings as I want and you’re going to enjoy every moment of it.”

  Any response that she could’ve given died on her lips the moment that his mouth was attached to her most sensitive area. Yeah, she would enjoy every last moment of him reacquainting himself with her body and would never utter one complaint. B.B. was in heavenly bliss with every way Eli showed her how much he missed her.

  Chapter Two

  The Familiar

  Belinda awoke with a feeling of something she hadn’t felt in a long time. It was one of the things that caused her to be afraid when she found herself in this position before. This time around, she welcomed it. It was a piece of comfort and the center of her joy. Her heart fluttered and a smile stretched across her face as she was tucked even closer than she’d been prior to him awakening.

  One of Eli’s hands was tucked between her legs and the other was wrapped around her breast. She’d pulled on one of his t-shirts. It had been a surprise to her to find there was a massive amount of room in it when she put on the thing. When she’d gone roaming through his house, she’d enjoyed the touches that said he’d been influenced by their time together. Pictures of the beach and sand-blown glass could be found all around the house. Her favorite piece sat above the fireplace and had two words etched on it in silver. Be Mine.

  “Be Mine” was the phrase they spoke to let one another know they were in a safe zone. If they’d been arguing or upset with one another, then the truce would be called once those two words were uttered. It was also how he’d proposed to her.

  The ring was under a bowl of chocolate kisses that also had one of those nasty, chalk-like candies with the same words written upon them. It was the first time she’d had a truly girly response with him. When he pulled the ring out and dropped down to one knee, she’d begun to bounce in her seat while tearing up. It had been the happiest moment she’d ever had in her life.

  Over the course of the six months they’d taken to plan their wedding that moment morphed for her. It was how she ended up dropping everything and moving to a totally different country with Kitty in tow. Kitty held her hair while she threw up her guts then sat with her as she cried and cried. It felt like she cried for days. Her heart ached and her body trembled as she tried her damndest to cry him out of her system. She couldn’t. Eli would forever be part of her life and psyche.

  That day that she’d stood on the highway looking down at him while he was beneath the makeshift altar, she’d known it was too much. Everything had moved too quickly. Belinda had just gotten used to the idea of being independent. She wasn’t just the other Banneker kid. Her title in the U.S. Air Force had warranted respect and things had just beginning for her. All that happened with Eli had been within an eighteen month time frame. They’d met, fallen in lust then love, practically moved in together, gotten engaged, and began the journey to a lifetime with each other in that time. It scared her shitless to think that her life would be nothing more than being Elijah Reynolds’ wife. The more she’d thought about it, the more she freaked the hell out. Ultimately, her fear of the future caused her to be the one to suffer the most. She didn’t have Eli and Eli didn’t have her.

  The grinding of a certain male’s pelvis against her ass and the squeezing of h
er tit brought her back to the present. Having Eli wrapped around her in the early morning hours had Belinda shyly smiling. If there were no light in the room, then she knew she could surely light it up with just how thrilled she was to have that familiar weight surrounding her. The feeling of having him in such close proximity wasn’t one that she wanted to let go of any time soon. She wasn’t ready to admit any of what she was feeling to him just then, but she reveled in the knowledge that the admission was there. It may have been only to herself, but it was there.

  That was progress.

  Eli took the hand that had been on her breast and maneuvered it so it wasn’t going through the sleeve any longer but moving under the hem of his shirt. The hand that was in between her legs lifted her right leg so that he could slide into her awaiting opening. They groaned at the feeling of him filling her to the brim.

  “This, Lindy, is where I’ve wanted to be all of these years. It is where I will be from now on.” He paused and cut her off when she was going to speak. “I’m not asking. I’m telling you. All of this belongs to me and I refuse to live another day without you knowing it.”

  Belinda didn’t have a chance to respond. He did that thing with his hips that made her want to spontaneously combust. He flicked her clit while twisting her nipple, and nibbling on her ear. In that moment, if she had words, there was no way any of them could be coherent. The man played her like his personal, tailor-made violin. She was strummed within an inch of her restraint then gently caressed before that bitch snapped and all of the wiring was hanging loose. That’s how good he was to her.

  The thought of a violin had her thinking of the one that he owned. It brought tears to her eyes as she thought of how well he played. The fucker had begun to make love to her once while playing and she’d orgasmed on command when he stopped the beautiful music to concentrate on her. Yeah, the man was a multi-talented freaking god and he was hers. Tried and true, through and through, Elijah Reynolds belonged to Belinda Banneker. It was the same if you reversed it. His melody played in her head as Eli continued to stroke and heat her. It had to be orgasm number three for the morning or something along those lines.

  As he powered into her from behind one final time, she hit the stratosphere. It felt so good. A tear leaked from her eye and onto his hand. Another fell of its own accord and she did nothing to douse it or dry it up. She allowed them to fall. Eli held her for a few moments before he hooked his big leg over hers.

  “Come on, beautiful. Stop showering me with all of this love and get your sexy ass downstairs so we can have a proper meal together,” he growled into her ear before swatting her bare ass.

  They’d ended up in the sunroom the night before. They’d locked up the offices and updated Brian. He, in turn, updated them and let them know that Wellsie was going to be in the hospital for a couple weeks. The doctors wanted to give the babies a little more time. The crew made sure she and Hounder were good before they all headed out to their favorite spot: M & M Soul Food Café. She and Eli declined the invitation to join them.

  Instead, they had a meal together from a place not far from his house. That information wasn’t given to her until they made their way to his place afterward. Their meal had been delivered to his house and one he’d chosen to eat off of her. She’d always loved sushi because it was something he’d introduced her to. Having him feed her while using her as the table was one of the most erotic things she’d ever been privileged to be part of. Afterwards, he’d watched as she’d stripped him and had gorged on his lollipop with the creamy middle—so her words because he would never describe it as such. He thought it was funny as hell when she told him that was what she was getting ready to have for her after dinner treat.

  The tour of the house was non-existent. It wasn’t until he had finally fallen off to sleep that she was able to slip away and go exploring. The second floor—the floor that they’d ended up on—was like an homage to his grams. The woman had loved gardens and fresh herbs. It was something she’d passed on to each of her grandchildren. The vaulted ceilings were lined with glass and covered with automatic shades. The sun room was a lounge area that had an attached bathroom. It took up one half of the second floor. The indoor garden with a surrounding balcony took up the other part of the second floor. He’d had the floors redone with mats covering the wood floors so that they would be protected. Herbs lined the shelves of one glass wall and flowers lined the shelves of the second. It smelled wonderful and made her want to remain just where she was. B.B. had more house to explore and a small window before he would begin to search for her and she knew it.

  The first floor was insanely spacious. She’d been surprised they’d ended up in the upstairs area and not downstairs. The stairs led down to a stretch of hallway with three doors. The two on the right led to two bedrooms and a bathroom. He’d told her that on their way up the stairs. The one on the left was the master bedroom. She figured the two other bedrooms were standard guest rooms so she made her way to the double doors of the master bedroom. That was as far as she’d gotten before he’d found her and carried her ass back up the damn steps to the sunroom. After a nice love making session on the balcony under the moonlight, she’d fallen into a deep slumber. Damn, she could definitely get used to that with him.

  She’d awakened with a content stretch and peeled her body from his. Her face had been resting on his naked chest and her leg was intertwined with his naked one before she slid from the comfort of the bed that sat in the middle of the room. He was awake in more ways than one a few moments later.

  B.B.’s eyes travelled the length of his naked body.

  “Care to take care of this for me, Lindy,” he said as he raked one hand through his hair and stroked himself with the other.

  Smiling she crawled to the end of the bed and parted her legs before wiggling her ass in the air. When he growled and made to move, so did she. With catlike grace, she hopped down from the bed and scooped up one of his shirts. Tossing it over her naked body, she made her way to the door.

  “I think we both need to eat something soon to replenish our energy.”

  “I was making that suggestion when you hopped out of bed. I was planning to feed you a protein shake.”

  She outright laughed at the look of outrage that crossed his features when she implied they weren’t talking about the same thing.

  “That is not the kind of eating I was talking about, Eli and you know it. Join me in the kitchen and maybe I’ll reward you with a snack before and after our meal.”

  That had him in motion before she’d completed the statement. Looking down, she watched as “joy stick” rose up even more to greet her. She smiled a secret smile as she thought of yet another name for his erection.

  “Stop looking at my cock, Lindy, or we’re not going downstairs because I’ll be fucking you up against the door.”

  “Promises, promises. You’re the one who’s stark naked and standing at attention with your ‘heat-seeking moisture missile pointing directly at me all threateningly. I didn’t ask for the ‘attention.’ It’s not my fault.”

  He was on her with her leg lifted and his hand guiding that missile between her legs before she could take her next breath. Eli didn’t speak as he fed all of his sinful length into the depths of her quickly overheated body. Once he was seated, he stayed there, poised to take her but didn’t move. The instant she looked at him he pulled back then slammed into her.

  “Fuck!” she gasped as he seated himself again and stayed still.

  “So, ‘heat-seeking moisture missile,’ huh?” he asked before he repeated the gesture while taking hold of her ass.

  B.B. wasn’t allowed to respond. He took hold to her mouth then began a punishing rhythm. She felt like he was marking her. The way he took her was magnanimous. Her body felt thoroughly possessed as he released her mouth and moved to kiss her neck. Both of her legs were firmly wrapped around his waist as his rhythm increased. How that was possible, she didn’t have a clue. Listening to the sound of their
bodies joining over and over as he pounded into her had her assaulted with a feeling she had never felt before. As she hit the stratosphere in response to her orgasm, all she could think was she felt owned. There was no turning back. She was his. He said as much as he fired off his release the felt like it went straight to her core. His jerking responses let her know he wasn’t letting her go until she received every last drop of him.

  Lifting his head, he looked into her eyes and smiled before opening his mouth to share his thoughts. “Well done. Mission accomplished. Now, I can partake of a meal before having you again and again and again just for good measure. The heat-seeking won’t cease until I’m too old to enjoy you. Buckle up, beautiful, the next ride will be a bumpy one, but I assure you you’ll be content afterward.”

  “Ha. I’m counting on it after that all out possession,” she stated in a breathless voice.

  His response was to simply chuckle. He led her downstairs and to the bathroom. Grabbing a washcloth, he wet it then proceeded to clean both of them off before walking around the corner to the wash area. They made their way to the kitchen with him wearing nothing and her wearing only his shirt afterward.

  “I’m enjoying seeing you in my shirt. I think I’m going to have a space set aside for shirts I’d like to see you in.”

  He said after a few silent moments of them moving around the kitchen together. She’d been completely distracted because she was quite enjoying the view of him coming and going. The whole scene was so domestic and she enjoyed every aspect of it. What wasn’t there to enjoy?

  “It wouldn’t be the same,” she stated distractedly as she watched the head of his cock bob when he walked toward her.

  “I’d be sure to wear them a few times before I put them in closet for you,” he said in response to her statement, which let her know just how well he knew her. He chuckled as he noted the direction of her gaze before continuing, “I assure you it works just fine. You haven’t broken me yet.”