Field Stripped: 15 Steamy Military Romances

by Marissa Dobson

  He shook his head. “As for the report, I hadn’t thought about it honestly. I’ve been in this hell trying to figure out what to do next, then today…my world just fell apart.” His voice lowered as did his head. “I can’t…I can’t have her shit here. I can’t do this. Everything was a lie that we had, everything.”

  She taped the gauze to his hand and cleaned up the trash. “No, it wasn’t a lie, Logan. She loved you.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, right. That’s why another man’s cock was fucking her, right?”

  “Okay, so put yourself in her place. You left her behind and she was lonely.”

  The anger, the heat he felt earlier, had dissipated, but now…it was all back. “Get the fuck out. Right now!”

  “But, Logan…”

  “NO! Get OUT!”

  Sarah jumped in place and took a few steps back. “I was not defending her actions, Logan! Dammit, listen to reason!”

  “Reason for her fucking around on me? I had plenty of access to pussy over there, Sarah! I never once gave into temptation! I never allowed myself to be put into that situation! Now, get OUT! Her shit is getting burned.”

  “No, please, let me get a few family things. You can do whatever you want with the rest.”

  Logan growled at her and shook his head. “You have five fucking minutes. Then I’ll personally carry you out of my home.”

  Sarah wasted no time. She sped past him to the bedroom her sister shared with him.

  Logan closed his eyes and made a good attempt to calm himself, but failed in doing so. Behind his closed eyes, all he could see was Susan’s face. He pictured her smile, the way she looked under him when he fucked her…then he saw her from a distance while another man ate the pussy that should have been his and his alone.

  “FUCK!” He grabbed the counter and leaned forward. His chest tightened and he felt like something was squeezing his heart. Inhaling deeply, Logan focused on calming himself.

  Beer.

  Pussy.

  Whiskey.

  Parties.

  Fieldwork.

  Women.

  Pussy.

  He slowly exhaled, then inhaled once more. His chest eased slightly. He felt nothing and felt everything all at once. He needed to dull the ache in his heart, he needed to dull the pain, and he needed to forget. In order to do so, he needed to dive head strong into something that would help him escape.

  Booze and women.

  “I have it. I’m done, Logan. Please, please donate her belongings, don’t burn them.”

  Logan glanced over his shoulder to his sister-in-law. Any emotion left, it had faded. He shook his head and with chagrin. “Get out.” He walked toward the door and opened it. “House is going on the market. I’m not sleeping in the same bed where she sucked another man’s cock.”

  “Logan, please…”

  “Go.” Logan shoved her toward the door then closed it. He leaned against the frame and closed his eyes. Tonight, he would sleep in the spare room. He prayed she did not fuck and leave any evidence of her romps in that room. Tomorrow, he would remove anything that reminded him of Susan, including their bed, and put the house up for sale.

  Tomorrow, he would start his life over. Tomorrow, he would be Logan Saunders…Delta Force Special Ops badass motherfucker. No fucks will be given. No promises will be made, ever again. No one will ever get to him or come close to breaking him.

  Tomorrow, Logan will be a new man, ready to take on anyone and anything…including a warm, willing woman.

  Chapter Five

  Opening the door to the barracks, Logan stepped inside and paused. It had been almost a year since he stood inside this building. It was Saturday night and pausing, he inhaled; the smell of cleaning supplies touched his senses.

  Someone must be having a party somewhere, he thought to himself. As the door closed behind him, he stepped farther in and kept to himself…at first.

  A few men stood over a pool table while others sat on a sofa watching who knows what on TV.

  A few people glanced toward him with a nod. He returned it and headed toward one of the main halls.

  Then the smell started: alcohol. He grinned and knew he was close to finding whomever had the perfect release for him for this fucking, goddamned month he was having.

  Bypassing the hallway, for now, he made his way toward the commanding officer’s office, ready to get back into the groove of things, ready to start anew.

  He knocked on the door and waited.

  “Enter,” came a male’s voice.

  Logan stepped inside and saluted the man.

  “At ease.” His commander stood and walked toward him. “Son, you doing okay?”

  “All due respect, fuck yes, sir. I’m ready to get back in it. Get me in with the unit, send me back. I’m ready to go…”

  The officer raised his brows, appearing humored. “No,” he interrupted him and interlaced his hands behind his back.

  “Excuse me, sir?”

  “I said, no. You’re not ready.”

  Logan furrowed his brows. “All due respect, again, sir, but I am ready.”

  “No, you’re not. It is no secret what your wife did. The police were in touch with me after the accident. They asked if I knew the man she was with. He died at the hospital.”

  Logan lowered his gaze and voice. “I couldn’t give a fuck about either of them.”

  “Right, and that is why you’re not going back. At least not yet. Do fieldwork here. Provide intel to the teams in the sandbox. Write up some reports.”

  “That’s not what I do, sir. Writing up reports? Sir, allow me to build up compounds, then destroy them. I can work with the Night Stalkers on the Black Hawks. No offense intended, sir, but I’m capable of more than…”

  “Do not challenge me on this, or I will pull rank and force it. I have no issue stripping you of your stripes, either.”

  Logan’s eyes widened. It wasn’t often he was caught off guard…and speechless. Keeping his thoughts to himself, he managed a nod. His teeth ground as he stared across the room. The muscles in his jawline flexed. More than anything, he wanted to tell his commander to eat shit, maybe punch him in the jaw.

  What the fuck did he know about losing a spouse, then find out she’s been cheating the entire time?

  Nothing else was exchanged until his commander released him to go. Logan left the office and pulled the door closed behind him. He stood there for a moment and closed his eyes. He held his breath in an effort to control his rising temper.

  “Saunders? Hey, man, what’s up?”

  Logan opened his eyes and glanced to where the voice came from. A newbie to the unit in intelligence grinned. He was a young guy, maybe early twenties. Logan made his way toward him and held out his hand.

  “How you doing, kid?”

  The man grinned. Porter was on his name plate. “I’m good, man. Hey, some of the guys are having a party tonight. You in?”

  Logan nodded. “So that shit going on, all that noise, that’s you?” He chuckled. “Fuck yeah, I’m in.” Grinning, he clapped Porter on the shoulder. “What room?”

  “Down past the main hall, 803.”

  “Cool. All right, see you there.” Logan grinned once more and left the young Porter as he made his way toward a door labeled “Private.” Logan knew this was the Special Ops area. He scanned his clearance card and the door unlocked. He walked inside and the door closed behind him. Another door awaited and he scanned his card once again. Inside the room, he was surrounded by Special Ops military soldiers.

  Rangers, Night Stalkers, Black Hawks, and Delta Force were in the room working on reports, calls, and viewing space images. One of them glanced up and did a double take.

  “Logan Fucking Saunders. How the fuck are you, man?” A tall, dark skinned male named Brody came toward him. He was as thick as Logan but shaved his head bald.

  Logan and Brody went back as far as basic training. He grinned and shook the man’s hand, then pulled him into a hug.

&n
bsp; “Brother from another mother,” Brody told him during basic.

  “Definitely different mothers since yours is from Puerto Rico,” Logan teased.

  “Semantics,” Brody said.

  Logan grinned. “Sight for sore eyes, you fucker! Good to see you! I hear you’re with the Rangers,” he told him.

  “Hooah that, man. You doing good?”

  Logan nodded with a grin. “Party tonight. You coming out with us?” He avoided the topic of his deceased wife, her infidelity, and anything else associated with what had occurred.

  Brody nodded and Logan gave him the room information. Brody leaned in, “Delta Force? Damn son, you done good.” He fist bumped Logan with a chuckle.

  Logan smirked and nodded. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “No idea what you’re talking about.” He lowered his voice and grinned. “Sniper? Dude.” Logan grinned. “Meet me up there around eight or so. First round of shots are on me.”

  “Cool man, cool.”

  Alcohol burned as it slid down Logan’s throat. He slammed the shot glass on the table and growled. “Another!”

  “What are you drinking to tonight?” Brody asked him.

  Logan took the glass after it was refilled. He shot it back and slammed the glass down again. “Fucking some pussy, man. That’s what I’m drinking to tonight.”

  “HOORAH!” his friend yelled out. “We need to get the fuck up outta here if you expect to score.” Brody raised a brow as he looked around the room. “All I see in here is hot dogs with no buns to put them in.”

  Logan laughed and shook his head. “Hot dogs, huh? Fuck that.” He checked his watch. They had been in the room party for about an hour. He nodded. “Let’s get outta here.”

  Short drive later, Brody pulled up with Logan to the local watering hole. Wearing a fitted black T-shirt, the material pulled against Logan’s chest and the sleeves strained against his biceps. His jeans were dark blue and hugged his legs and ass. He tapped the bar and after his shot glass was topped off with whiskey, he downed it.

  Logan did not feel much right now, aside from the light buzz from the alcohol. He grinned and watched as a few women came into the bar. They had on short skirts, fitted tops that showed off their tits and damn… legs up to their necks.

  Logan wiped at his mouth just in case he drooled. He felt his cock twitch with anticipation of a mouth swallowing his length whole.

  Brody chuckled. “Easy there, wolf.”

  “Fuck you.” Logan smirked and watched the women as they made their way toward the bar. He reached for the bartender and grabbed his shirt. Giving him a firm yank back, he grinned. “Sorry about manhandling, but their drinks,” he head nodded toward the women, “are on me.”

  The bartender nodded and adjusted his shirt. He made his way to the ladies, who in turn, glanced at Logan. One giggled; she appeared to be the tallest of the three. She had long straight auburn hair. Her body tone, Logan imagined her naked on his bed. Damn she was sexy. The next one smiled; she had an olive skin tone, maybe Italian? She had amazing hazel eyes. The last one rolled her eyes. Well, fuck her very much.

  Giggler and smiley took their drinks and headed toward Logan. He cleared his throat and raised a brow. He glanced toward Brody. “Dibs on red.”

  “You got it,” Brody told him. Brody had not married and as far as anyone knew, he was single. He openly stated he enjoyed being single and never wanted to change that fact. He chased pussy for a reason and never planned to settle.

  Giggles approached Logan and stood directly in front of him. He swore the woman pushed her tits out a little more. Damn I want to suck her tits and fuck that pussy. “What’s your name, beautiful?”

  “Amy. Yours?” She sipped her drink and smiled.

  “Logan.” His eyes roamed her neck to her tits. He stared at them for a moment and noticed her nipples barely showed through the material of her top. He grinned and continued scanning her body. Her stomach was flat, her skirt short--almost where he could see her panties…assuming she wore panties. She had on platform heels that gave her a little more height.

  He met her eyes again and found her smirking. “You like what you see, baby?”

  Logan stood in front of her and took her chin in his grip. “Number one, I’m not your fucking baby. Don’t call me that. Number two, I want to see you naked and your lips around my cock.”

  Her eyes widened and she tried to take a step back. Logan reached for her and pulled her back to him.

  “Number three. I’m looking to have a good time. If you’re game, then you’re in good company. You want more? Then you need to keep walking.”

  He caught Brody slack jawed staring at him. Logan wanted to chuckle but decided against it. No strings. Just pure unadulterated sex. Primal urges and primal fucking.

  Logan stared into the woman’s eyes. He could see the temptation linger in her gaze. He could also see the submissive nature as she glanced away with a hint of a smile. Her skin blushed a light shade of pink.

  He grinned. He had her. Next was to get her home, naked, and his cock deep inside her.

  Amy slipped her hand into his, then reaching past his body, she set her drink on the bar. Slowly pulling back again, she stopped just next to his neck. She breathed lightly on his skin. “I’m down with this.” She licked his ear lobe.

  Logan slowly turned his gaze toward her and lifted a brow.

  She tugged on his arm and as Logan stood, she led him toward the dance floor. The music filled the area as the beat strummed through their bodies. Amy lifted her arms in the air and began to move to the beat. Logan watched her with a grin.

  His cock twitched, as if to insinuate end-this-shit-now-and-take-her-home-already. Down boy, he mentally told himself.

  Turning her back to him, Logan took advantage and gripped her hips. He pulled her close and nibbled her ear as he moved with her rhythm to the music.

  She lifted an arm and wrapped it around his neck. She turned her head toward him and captured his lips. His tongue danced with hers as they kissed. He slid a hand up her body and grasped one of her generous breasts. His fingers pinched her nipple softly over her clothes.

  She moaned against his lips and not realizing it, they both stopped dancing. Logan’s other hand moved down her body until he reached the hem of her dress.

  Logan shoved his hand between her thighs and grinned when he realized he was right. No panties.

  His fingers teased the slits covering her sex. A finger teased her entrance and her body shook in his grip.

  Amy gasped against his lips. “Not here,” she mumbled.

  “Then let’s go,” he breathed into her mouth. “You drive tonight?” She nodded. “Good, I didn’t. Let’s go.”

  Logan glanced at the guys he was with and gave a mock salute. Brody chuckled and gave the same salute in return.

  Opening the door for her, Amy slipped into the driver’s seat and started the car. Logan walked to the other side of the car and climbed inside.

  He glanced to Amy and gave her directions to his home. “How about getting started before we arrive at my place?” He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. Amy’s eyes widened, then she grinned.

  “Wow, you’re not kidding, are you?” She laughed and put the car into gear. “I might just have to do that,” she told him and once she pulled out onto the main strip, she reached over and stroked his cock.

  Logan groaned and his head rested against the seat for a moment. He closed his eyes and sighed as Amy stroked his dick.

  The alcohol he drank already burned off, they pulled onto the main strip. “Fuck, I wish that was your mouth on me.”

  “I can change that as soon as we’re at your place.”

  Logan chuckled as she continued to drive. She pulled into his driveway and once she put the car into gear, she smiled and looked to him. She wiped around the edges of her lips and waggled her brows.

  “You still in for this?” he asked her. She nodded and lowered her gaze. “I’m not an animal, Amy. If you’re
not into it, you’re welcome to leave.”

  She glanced up and nodded. “I appreciate that. I’m in. Let’s go.”

  They climbed out of the car and made their way toward his front door. Logan slid the key in and turned the knob. He glanced to Amy, then pushed the door open.

  Tonight was the first night he had brought a woman home since Susan’s death…since he found out she had cheated…since she fucked another man in HIS bed.

  Logan growled softly to himself and shut the door behind Amy. He grabbed her waist and pushed her flush against the wall, and kissed her…hard. She sighed against his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “I need you,” whispered Amy. Logan reached for her hair and pulled it hard, yanking her head to the side. Pressing his hips against her, his hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed.

  He kissed down her neck to the collarbone, then grasping the hem of her top, he pulled it over her head. Logan pressed her salacious breasts together and kissed each of them, then nibbled on the flesh of her taut nipples.

  She hissed as he did. “Do it again.”

  Logan glanced up to her and bit down firmly on her nipple. She yelped, then bit her lip.

  “I need you naked,” he groaned and stood. He kissed her again and moved his hands down to her ass. She gasped against his lips as he lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He ground against her and drew another gasp.

  Amy gave pause and watched him for a moment. When they made eye contact, she grinned. “They’re real, you know.”

  He smirked. “Don’t care.” Logan leaned down and captured one his mouth, nibbling on her sensitive flesh. Amy gasped and her grip tightened on his back.

  “Not so hard,” she whined.

  “You didn’t complain a while ago.” He licked the nipple then blew gently against it. He smirked as he watched it pebbled even more.

  “Let’s go. I’m done playing.” He lowered her to her feet and taking her hand, he led her toward the couch. “Strip. Wait, let me. You’re not wearing much anyway.” He reached for her and took her hands. Lifting them above her head, “Don’t move.”

  Amy grinned and raised a brow. “You plan on tying me up?”