Exposed Desires

by Brandi Evans

  That was it.

  He was a goner.

  He came in a fiery rush. Stunning. Hard. Perfect. He spilled more into her than just his seed. He poured himself into her too. All of him. All his love. Everything he was, he freely gave to her, and he finally admitted the truth he’d been trying to avoid.

  Fighting their love was pointless, so he’d wait for her while he was deployed. He’d be faithful, even if he couldn’t, in good faith, ask her to do the same for him, and hopefully, if he came back—when he came back—they’d pick up where they left off.

  He collapsed on top of her, happiness making his world spin. “And Soph?”

  “Hmm?” she asked with a breathless sigh.

  “I love you too.”

  ~ * ~

  Close to a hundred duffle bags lined the ground outside the armory where Bret’s National Guard unit was set to load up. The entire area was a portrait in somberness. Families huddled together, saying their goodbyes, knowing it could be the last time they ever saw their father, their mother, their husband, their wife. A few feet to her right, a blond-haired boy no older than four clung onto his father as if he never wanted to let go, tears glistening on both their faces.

  Watching them felt like an intrusion, so she looked away. She knew exactly how that boy felt. Bret might as well have packed her heart away in one of his duffles because it sure as hell felt as if he were taking it with him.

  From behind, the man she loved slipped his arms around her and kissed the side of her neck. “I’m gonna come home to you.”

  “I know,” she said automatically but she knew that was a promise he might not be able to keep.

  She traced the digital pattern of his ACUs—Army Combat Uniform—where his arms met at her belly. Why wouldn’t these damn tears leave her alone? She didn’t want him to see her in pain. There was no need to make this any harder for him.

  “Tell me again what you’ll be doing while you’re over there,” she said for the hundredth time.

  “Nothing I haven’t done before, love.”

  “I know. It’s just that…” She swallowed against the emotion rising in her chest. “You’re not gonna be in the middle of the fighting, right?”

  He turned her around, molded his hands against her cheeks so she couldn’t look away. “I’m the commander of a transportation company. My primary duty will be to coordinate troop and supply movements within my area of operations. Most of the time, my job will be done from the safety of the FOB. I won’t be out kicking in doors and looking for insurgents. That said, it’s not gonna be a cakewalk either. If we come under attack, I will fight.”

  To the death.

  He might not have said the words, but she’d “heard” them. Whether she imagined them or he implied them, she couldn’t be certain.

  “I’m gonna send you money every month,” he said. “It’ll make me feel better knowing I’m helping take care of you while I’m gone.”

  The thought was incredibly sweet albeit unnecessary. “I don’t need your money, Bret. The club’s doing well now and—”

  “I didn’t say you needed it. It’ll just make me feel better to know you’ll have everything you need.” He cradled her lower belly. “Just in case.”

  She nodded. Just in case she was pregnant. She doubted that would happen. Wrong time of the month, but she had to admit she liked the idea.

  She would have kept arguing, but the stubborn set of his jaw told her it would be pointless. Still, she wouldn’t use the money. Maybe she’d put it into a savings account so, when he got back, they could go on a month-long vacation or he could upgrade his carpentry equipment.

  “If nothing else,” he continued, “think of it as back pay for rent.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You don’t owe me anything for rent. All the work you did on the cabin more than made up for anything I might have charged. Tenfold.”

  His expression turned serious. “Also, I’m going to add you to my life insurance.”

  She closed her eyes and shook her head. She couldn’t even think about him dying.

  “It’s just a precaution, Soph, because I am coming home.”

  “You’d fucking better.” She threw her arms around him. “Because I need you to come back to me. Need you…”

  His arms were like vises around her, and for a long moment, they clung to each other in the early-morning sun, standing in a sea of other people doing the same. But when the low hum of some diesel-powered monstrosity sounded on the horizon, he pulled back.

  “Sounds like our ride’s almost here.”

  Don’t cry. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

  She studied his face to see if her real meaning had penetrated. She’d be here—as in, she’d wait for him. Just because he refused to ask her didn’t mean she couldn’t give him the gift of faithfulness, of her faraway love.

  “I love you, Soph. You know that. But I don’t expect you to—”

  “I’m waiting for you.” She smiled, her eyes heavy with unshed tears. “I love you, Bret Dowers, and I swear I’m gonna be here to pick you up when you get back. Then on our way home, we’ll stop at the first hotel we see, and I’ll show you just how much I missed you.”

  He rested his forehead against hers. “Now that’s a reason to come home.”

  She sweetened the pot. “And I’ll let you take me however—wherever—you want.”

  He grinned, sliding his hands down and squeezing her ass. “Anywhere?”

  “Anywhere.” She pushed to her toes, her mouth hovering inches from his. “Because it’ll mean you’re home. More importantly, it’ll mean you’re in my arms again.”

  “There isn’t anywhere I’d rather be.”

  Sophia yanked her lover in for a kiss he’d never forget.

  Epilogue

  Eighteen months later…

  Bret knelt behind Soph and pushed her ass cheeks apart. His dick twitched at the sight of her puckered hole. And okay, maybe it wasn’t the sight but the thought of what he was about to do to it that had him close to losing control. While he’d been in Afghanistan, he’d fantasized about what Soph had said in the armory parking lot. His dirty mind had conjured scenario after scenario of him bending her over any and every available surface.

  He didn’t feel the least bit of shame over his daydreams either. Quite the contrary. The thought of making it home again so he could make those fantasies reality had kept him going. Kept him sharp.

  Kept him alive.

  “You sure you want to do this, Soph?” Please god don’t let her change her mind.

  She looked at him from her “bowing” position—ass in the air, elbows and knees on the mattress—and nodded.

  Not very convincing, love.

  “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. I know you said you would, but I thought about this so much while I was over there, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop once we start.”

  “I’m sure, Bret,” she murmured. “One-hundred percent. I love you, and I want to do this.”

  I love you…

  God, those words were still a kick in the heart, even these eighteen months later, and they filled him with awe. She’d waited for him. She loved him. And she wanted to give him this incredible gift. He doubted it was possible to love her more.

  “I love you too, Soph.”

  Pure adoration saturated her face. “Now fuck me. Just…go slow, okay?”

  Slow wasn’t something he managed very often with her, but he’d make it happen. What wouldn’t he do for her?

  He pressed the tip of his lubed pinky against her hole, and Soph instantly tensed.

  “Relax, love,” he murmured. “And don’t fight me.”

  “Easier said than done,” she mumbled into the mattress. Yet somehow, she managed, and he slid his little finger past the tight ring.

  He worked her hole slowly, adding lube and fingers until she was stretched and ready for something a bit more substantial. Only then did he drizzle lube over his glans and stroke it along his
cock—then he stroked his tip between her crack, up and down, up and down.

  She shivered. “Feels weird.”

  Weird was better than painful.

  He shifted his hips forward and breached that first band of resistance. Fuck, she was so tight sweat dampened his forehead, and he grabbed her by the waist and pushed deeper still.

  “Oh, my fuck!” Every muscle in her body seemed to tense.

  “Relax, love.” He kept his voice as soothing as he could manage, rubbing a hand over her ass, her lower back as he pressed even deeper into her. “Just relax.” He pulled back, slid in again, repeating the move until he was so deep he wanted to weep.

  “Mmm.” Soph pushed back against him. She may have said something, but his pulse pounded so fast and furious between his ears it blocked out everything but the pleasure boiling in his balls.

  And he started thrusting.

  His strokes were hard, fast, and he had almost no control over them. Soph’s screams sounded somewhere over the roaring in his ears, and it took most of his dwindling concentration to decipher the cries.

  Pleasure?

  Pain?

  “Oh fuck, I’m coming!” she screamed as she stroked her clit.

  Okay, pleasure.

  That was definitely pleasure.

  He pounded her faster, harder, over and over again until he couldn’t stand it a second longer, and he came, cum shooting from his cock and adding seedy lubrication to their lovemaking.

  When the last eddies of his climax faded, he collapsed on top of her. Heart pounding. Head spinning. Dick reeling. “God, Soph, that was incredible.”

  “Incredible,” she agreed, turning her head and brushing her lips against his jaw. “So incredible I think we should do it again very, very soon.”

  He’d like that. A lot. His Soph. His lover. His everything.

  Joy filled his chest. After Janet had devastated him, he’d never imagined being happy again, but he was. And he owed it all to Soph. And god willing, he planned to spend the rest of his life showing her how much she meant to him.

  “For you, my love,” he drawled, kissing the side of her neck, “we can do whatever you want, as many times as you want.”

  The End

  Welcome to

  The Erogenous Zone

  Seduced by the Marine Dom

  Brandi Evans

  When Lily attends a WWII-themed War Ball at The Erogenous Zone, the hottest sex club in Dallas, she’s looking for a night of no-strings-attached fun, but things get heated when she finds herself drawn to sexy Marine Captain Damien. He’s dripping in alphatastic perfection. Strong, powerful, emotionally broken—and a Dom.

  Damien pushes Lily to her sexual limits. She pushes him to his emotional limits. And together, they create enough heat to burn down the club.

  Coming August 2016

  (keep reading for a sneak peek)

  About The Author

  Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that’s way more interesting than the truth!

  In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.

  These days, she calls The Natural State home, where she lives with her hubby, two beautiful daughters, two dogs and a cat who has yet to realize she doesn’t own the place. Soldier. Wife. Mom. Multi-published smut writer. Brandi’s life might not be “traveling Gypsy” interesting, but she’s had fun. And in the end, isn’t that all that really matters?

  For more info about Brandi, visit her website at www.BrandiEvansAuthor.com.

  Seduced by the Marine Dom

  Brandi Evans

  Sir reached behind him and removed a black flogger from his bag.

  Oh god.

  No.

  No, no, no.

  I’d seen those in use before, and yeah, I’d wondered what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of those tails. I enjoyed a good ass slap as much as the next kinky gal. Flogging, however, took kink to a whole new level, but the sight of the flogger in his hands, the excitement in his eyes, knowing I was his intended target, set loose a flood of volatile emotions.

  Arousal and trepidation.

  Anxiety and anticipation.

  Fear.

  “Will it hurt, Sir?” The question rushed out before I could stop it.

  “It could if you had a bad or inexperienced Dom. Or if you got off on the pain.”

  In other words, with him, it would be toe-curlingly incredible.

  Shivers swarmed over me like a transparent silk sheet and wrapped me in a cocoon of heightened perception. I was flying, my feet still bolted to the ground.

  Hand fastened over my pussy, Sir trailed the leather tails over my shoulders, my breasts, and the heady aroma of leather filled my nostrils. “I like to use gentle clitoral stimulation on subs who’ve never been flogged before. The constant vibrations keep a baseline of pleasure simmering in the body and starts creating an association in the brain that flogging equals pleasure.”

  I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and let the sensations fill me, both the heavy, teasing braids of the flogger and that of the vibrator. I didn’t know about any pain/pleasure association going on in my brain, but pleasure was most certainly building again.

  “A good flogging doesn’t have to be about pain, my sweet.” He trailed the tails up my arms, over my back, between my shoulder blades, and then back down to the swell of my ass. “It can be quite sensual too.”

  His words seduced me as much as the physical touches. They were hypnotic. He was hypnotic. Every syllable, every caress, every kiss of leather against my skin coalesced, and something greater than need gathered within me. Something unfamiliar and bold. It terrified me, but I wanted more.

  “Sir…”

  “I know, my sweet. I feel it too.” Sir cranked up the vibrations on the pump, took several steps back and let the flogger fly.

  He didn’t strike me. Not yet. Whipping the tails in a fluid motion, he circled me in a slow, erotic dance. He was absolutely magnificent to behold. The flex of sculpted muscles, the flick of the tails, the hunger shimmering in his baby blues.

  I watched in breathless anticipation, awaiting that first strike, knowing it could happen at any moment…

  Coming August 2016