by Violet Paige
But I didn’t stop there. I wanted to be in Delta Force, the elite of the elite. And not only that, I had to lead a team. I was never satisfied. My thirst never quenched. I never doubted myself as a Delta. But as the leader of a family? The patriarch of a dynasty?
I shook my head and turned down the radio with my right hand. That had never been in my plans. Why did my father have to die so young? Why did he leave this to me?
Cane hadn’t been wrong. I was doing all the things for the country I should have been doing for my family. But did that make me a bad man? Did that make me irresponsible?
I didn’t see the world in black and white any longer. I had witnessed so much gray. So many blurred lines. People I never thought could be trusted, risked their lives to give us intelligence. Men I thought would throw themselves on a grenade for me, stabbed me in the back. War brought out the best and worst in people, and I had seen it all.
The longer I focused on Delta Force, the longer I put off what everyone else wanted for me—my place in the Jackson legacy.
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew they had selfish motives. I couldn’t blame them for wanting to keep their homes. Their land. I’d want the same too if I had a wife and kids. But I didn’t.
Not yet.
I put the truck in park in the tiny driveway and stared at the cottage house.
There was a light on in the kitchen window.
I knew when I pulled away from Cane’s I was going to end up here. I had to drive for hours. I had to think. I had to sort out this fucked up shit.
But I was always going to end up at Gretchen’s house.
Twelve
Gretchen
I poured a glass of wine and sat on the couch. My DVR was loaded. Nights in the ER kept me from watching much TV. I flipped through the last few shows I had recorded. There should be something on here to keep my mind from reliving the moment on the quilt with Brett under the stars. But even the hottest TV heartthrob didn’t compare. I sighed.
Running had worked. But it seemed as if the instant I was back in the house, I lost that runner’s high.
I jumped when I heard a knock on the door. I stood, grasping my wine. What the hell? Who was here this late?
The problem with my front door was that it was solid wood. It didn’t have a peephole. Every once in a while the family next door ordered a pizza and the driver got the addresses mixed up.
I pulled the door open. It wasn’t the high school pizza kid.
My jaw dropped. My chest heaved. His eyes were blazing. It looked like he hadn’t slept in twenty-four hours.
“B-Brett? Are you ok?” I scanned his face.
He walked past me, straight into my living room. Before I could demand an answer from him, he grabbed my glass of wine from my hand and placed it on the table. He turned towards me as he wrapped me in his arms, bringing his mouth over mine with sudden passionate force.
I started to push against his chest, but his lips were firm and my resistance faded as he tongue slipped inside. I moaned as it twined against mine. His arms held me tightly against his chest. I couldn’t think. I could barely breathe. The kiss was hot and wild. Rough and untamed.
I sighed when he pulled back and looked in my eyes.
“What’s going on?” I whispered. I wanted him to kiss me like that again. Kiss me like he was starving for me. “Are you ok?”
“I’m fine.”
I felt the hard planks of his chest through his T-shirt. My palm flattened against it.
“That’s good.” I still didn’t know why he was here. “Do you want a glass of wine? I was just watching some TV.”
He shook his head. “I have something I need to tell you.”
“Ok.” I had no idea where this was going.
“You’re a strong woman, Gretchen.”
I nodded, agreeing but confused.
“And you’re smart. You’re independent.”
I tilted my head sideways. “Are you sure you’re ok? You aren’t making any sense.”
His hands twisted in my hair as he drew my lips to his. “You’re exactly what I need. You’re exactly what I’ve been craving.”
I moaned as his lips crushed mine. The kiss spread fire through my limbs, coating my veins with more want than I knew existed. My hands flew to his neck, clinging to him, coaxing him closer as our mouths devoured each other.
His teeth nipped at my throat as he trailed over my collarbone and kissed behind my ear and shoulder. His hands coasted over my hips.
“I don’t know what’s happening.” My head reeled back as I felt his fingers tug at the hem of my shirt and drag it over my head.
He kneeled to the floor, planting kisses against my flesh. He inched upward, taking my breasts in his hands. “You’re perfect, Gretchen.”
I shook my head. “No, I’m not. Stop saying that.”
I looked down as his rough hands landed on my breasts. His fingers were peeling the fabric down and I felt one nipple freed and then the other. I had a thousand protests in the back of my throat. Reasons I shouldn’t be getting ready to have sex with this man who was practically a stranger. Reasons his mouth shouldn’t be on my tits. Reasons I shouldn’t crave him, but he began to suck slowly. So slowly I could feel my nipple perk in his mouth.
Once his tongue began to flick and twirl over it, I knew the reasons were lost.
“Oh, God.” I reached for his neck.
“I’m going to taste every inch of you.” He stood to face me. “Just like that.” He rolled the nipple between his finger and thumb, and I whimpered at his touch.
Brett lifted me against his chest. “Where is your bed?” His eyes raked over my chest.
“The last door,” I breathed, bringing his lips to mine.
I knew as he walked along the hall I was saying yes to everything he wanted to do. I could care less about the chemical reactions snapping through my body. I didn’t care about pheromones or testosterone. I wanted him to take me to bed. I wanted to shed all the walls that kept me from experiencing life. The ones that made me analyze every little situation.
“I’ve thought about you all day,” he growled.”
“Really?”
“Mmmhmm. Ever since I left you here this morning.” He laid me across the bed. His hungry lips kissed between my breasts, along my stomach and against my hips. His fingers yanked at the waistband of my yoga pants until they were piled on the floor.
His hot breath trailed between my legs. He cupped against the silky fabric, already wet. I felt his fingers hook on my panties as he jerked them over my thighs.
It had been so long. So long since a man had looked at me the way Brett did. So long since I had been kissed. And so long since I felt the bliss of a man between my legs.
“Ohh.” I let out a ragged sigh as his fingers began to slide between my folds, circling my nub before massaging at my entrance. I bucked toward him, my hips rocking to meet his rhythm.
He watched me. “I said I’m going to taste you.”
I closed my eyes, as Brett’s hands landed on the inside of my thighs and began to pry my legs wide. Then I felt the lightning strokes of his tongue as he began to lick between my legs, tracing the lines of my velvet petals.
I reached for his head, needing to grip something. Needing to tell him how good he was making me feel.
His tongue plunged inside me and I immediately clenched at it. He dipped in and out, licking and sucking until I felt the delicious waves begin to consume me. His tongue flicked over my bud until the sensations rolled through me in giant bursts of color.
“Ohh,” I moaned. “Yes, God, yes.”
Brett kept me pinned to the bed, lashing his tongue against me until the last wave of my orgasm stilled.
He licked along my thigh and planted a kiss at the top of my knee.
His eyes blazed with lust. “Do you like how that feels?”
I nodded. “I fucking love it.” I smiled.
“Good, doc because I plan on giving you more.”
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p; I moved to my knees, crawling toward him. “Can I show you how much I liked it?” I asked playfully.
My hands landed on his zipper. It wasn’t enough. I shimmied the jeans over his hips, until he kicked them out of the way. My fingers tugged the band on his boxers until he was naked.
I stared at him in disbelief. Brett was long and hard. His thickness took me by surprise. As a doctor, I had seen my share of naked men, but Brett was more than the perfect male specimen, he was gorgeous and athletic, sculpted and hot. I took one look at his cock and wanted a taste of him. I kneeled in front of him, running my tongue over my lips.
My tongue touched the bead of dew on the head of his wide shaft. I flicked over it, drawing a moan from his throat. My eyes locked on his as I drew him into my mouth, slowly. His hips jerked forward.
“Fuck, Gretchen.”
I took him farther, sliding and swirling my tongue around his shaft. He grabbed the back of my head as he rocked deeper into my mouth. His skin was soft and silky. I loved how he filled me. I loved the sounds coming from his chest. The movements quickened until he yanked my head back.
It would take time and practice to take a man so big deep in my throat, but I was willing to work at it. Each thrust I could let him go farther. I sucked and wiggled, trying to give him what he gave me.
“I could come down your throat,” he whispered.
I felt how wet the words made me. My pussy was aching and throbbing for another release.
“But not yet,” he whispered. “I want you first.”
I rose from my position, letting his cock slide from my mouth. My eyes never leaving his. My core was burning. I was wet and hot. I lay back on the bed, watching as Brett crawled toward me. His broad shoulders full of strength and power.
“You’re so perfect.” His mouth landed on my nipple and I bowed as he began to suck hard and fierce.
The sensations fired between my legs. “I’m not,” I answered. “Stop saying that,” I pleaded.
His fingers feathered between my legs. He massaged the little bud, until I was desperate for him to fill me.
“But you are.” He dipped one finger inside then another, prying my legs wider.
“You don’t know me, Brett,” I whimpered. My hips were rocking wildly as his fingers sank deeper.
“I know what you taste like,” he growled. “I know your body was meant for mine.”
I felt him settle between my legs, his hard cock nudged against my thigh. He pushed himself up on his palms, staring in my eyes.
“You don’t have to worry,” I whispered.
“Worry about what?” His eyes searched mine.
“We don’t need protection. You’re not going to get me pregnant.”
I saw the smile on his face. I knew then he wasn’t planning on using it anyway.
“Why do you say that?” He kissed my neck.
“I can’t get pregnant. You don’t have to worry.” My body arched toward his.
He rolled to the side, his face covered in concern. “What in the hell are you talking about?”
“We can talk about it later,” I breathed. I wanted him back on top of me, more than anything, I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his giant cock push inside me. Surge into my pussy.
“Tell me.” He propped himself on his elbow, and I realized he was putting the brakes on everything.
Shit. How had this happened?
“All right. I’ll tell you, but I don’t want this to change things.”
He grinned. “It won’t change anything.” He kissed my shoulder and his fingers dropped lower to my slit. “Does it help you if I touch you?”
“Oh, God yes,” I groaned as he slid his fingers inside me.
“But you have to talk, doc. I’ll fuck you like this, but talk,” he warned.
I wiggled my hips until he sank his fingers deep and I hummed with the pleasure of being filled. He pumped them in and out while my hips rocked toward the contact.
“Talk, doc.” His thumb ran over my clit.
I tried to catch my breath. I gasped for air. “The down and dirty diagnosis is I have one ovary that doesn’t work.” I fought for the words. “And the other one would need fertility treatment to wake it up. That’s the non-medical way to explain it.”
His fingers slowed until they were still.
“What’s wrong, Brett? Does that change what we were doing?”
We were lying on my bed naked. About to fuck like two people who hadn’t been with anyone else in way too long. I knew it. He knew it. I needed this as much as he did. But he rolled on his back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
I sat forward, drawing one leg over him, then the other until I was straddled over him. I felt his cock jerk between my legs. It was hard and swollen, still slick from my kisses.
I rocked into him. “Do you still want me?” I asked.
“Oh no, not like that.” He grabbed me by the hips, and flipped me on my stomach.
I squealed as Brett kissed my neck and licked down my back. His tongue landed on my ass and I felt his hands grip my hips. He lifted me in the air. I couldn’t stop watching him. His hands rubbed and massaged until he had me spread wide on my knees.
“Doc, never ask me that again. I want you. You have no idea exactly how perfect you are,” he groaned.
I wasn’t going to argue with him. His tongue was circling over my entrance and I began to grind in rough jerks, trying to clench his tongue. I needed something inside me. Anything.
“Are you going to fuck me, Brett?” I moaned through my teeth. My hands gripped the pillows next to my head.
“Is that what you want me to do to you?” His palm traced over my back until he grabbed my hair, yanking it back.
“God, yes. Hard.”
“Tell me to take you like this,” he commanded.
I missed his tongue. I missed his fingers. I was quivering on the inside, but all I wanted was his shaft driving into me. He was a big strong man. I knew it would be as hard as a steel rod.
“Like this.” I wiggled my ass back in forth. “I want you like this. Take me.”
I closed my eyes, waiting for him. And then I felt him at my entrance, the tip of his cock barely pressed against my heat.
“You’re so wet. But so tight,” he groaned. It only seemed to turn him on more.
I didn’t want to tell him how long it had been since I had had sex. I felt like a virgin again. I knew this was going to hurt. But that beautiful slicing pain that turned into a rainbow of sensation. I panted, waiting for his cock to sear into me.
His hand tightened in my hair and as my head met the base of his shoulder, my hips rose to meet him. He drove himself inside my pussy with a growl that sent a shudder through my entire body. I he filled me, stretching my walls to close in around his thick cock.
“Ohh.” I bucked at his force and then began to ride his hardness into pleasure. I couldn’t stop. I was consumed by the need to build friction with our bodies. To let go. To let someone else take control for once.
“Oh fuck, doc.” He plunged harder, yanking my head back.
But I moved wildly against him, taking the jolts of lighting. It felt amazing. I felt brash and unleashed. Brett made me feel like I could ask for anything I wanted.
“Fuck me harder, please,” I whimpered. “I need it,” I begged.
He pumped against me. Each stroke deeper than the last.
My breaths turned to gasps as he took me with primal need. It was like heated nirvana how his cock slid inside me, then drew back before gliding in again. Every time his skin touched me I felt the fire tingle in my blood. There was nothing like it.
I had wondered how long it had been since Brett had been with another woman. Two years overseas was a long time. He was unleashing everything on me and it felt fucking incredible. I wanted to flip on my back and look in his dark eyes. I wanted to see the expression in his eyes as he pumped hard inside me.
I tried to push off the bed, but as I rose he took my breasts in his roug
h palms and pulled my back to his chest, slamming me into him.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. Positioned like this I could ride him up and down while his fingers tugged my nipples.
His mouth landed on my neck as he kissed and sucked behind my ear and along my shoulder. The fever inside me was burning. I whimpered for him to release me, but the more his hands tortured me the tighter the coil wound in my core. I rode him faster, desperate to come like this. And then in an unexpected movement, his hand slid between my legs, flicking at my pulsing clit.
“Brett,” I called his name. “Please, please.” I needed this release like I needed air to breathe.
His fingers worked back and forth until while he whispered in my ear. “Come for me. Come while I fuck you, doc. Fucking your tight pussy feels so good.”
“Oh shit,” I groaned. Did I like dirty talking bad boys? Had I ever? I couldn’t think because right now I did. Every word. Every syllable made me to do dirty carnal things.
I leaned my head back on his shoulder as the waves began to crack and ripple through me. I clenched around him as the quivering took control of my body. His arms circled me and he held me close while everything I knew shattered and shook.
He spread my knees wide on the bed and pushed me forward on all fours.
“I’m not done.”
I looked at him over my shoulder as he pumped in and out. One. Two. Three. He slammed into me and I screamed as his hot release spilled inside me. I felt him tense against me while he emptied himself in my pussy.
My eyes widened when I heard a growl come from his chest. “That was the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His leaned forward, nipping at my ear.
Brett’s hands slid over my stomach, palming my thighs. I couldn’t help the rocking in my hips. He was still hard and I wanted more. Another life-altering orgasm just like that one.
In one swift motion, he lifted me off of him and rolled me on my back. I smiled, knowing I was going to get exactly what I wanted.
Thirteen
Brett
