By Honor Bound

by Denise A Agnew, Kate Hill, Arianna Hart

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  She lied. “It looks cold out.”

  “Mmm. But we’re warm in here.” His voice held the rumbling, warm tone of a man satisfied by sex and food, and not necessarily in that order. His hands slid from her waist to under her sweater. “I woke up and you were gone. Are you okay?”

  His big hands cupping her rib cage felt so strong and exciting. She leaned back against him. Warm and caressing, his fingers trailed up until he cupped just under her breasts.

  “Jemma?”

  “Oh, yes. Yes. I’m fine.”

  His lips touched her ear, his tongue licking at her lobe. “Damn, but you’re fine all right. You’re beautiful. You also have the cutest ass I’ve ever seen and being inside you comes damn close to heaven.”

  She laughed softly in pleasure. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

  “Yeah?” Husky, his tone told her he wanted her again. “How far?”

  Without hesitation his touch changed, becoming less tentative. She moaned and pushed back against him. Blayne reached down with one hand and undid her jeans. He slid them off her hips and they fell to the floor. Her panties followed. She took a moment to kick them aside, excitement making her bold. As he cupped her breasts, she quivered in raw enjoyment.

  With long, steady strokes he plumped one breast, then palmed his way over her stomach to her mons. He feathered her curls, teasing with the tips of his fingers. She squirmed at his feather touch, the tickle making her gasp.

  Back and forth he tortured, his palms at first cupping her breasts, then his fingers working her nipples.

  He brushed her hair aside and his lips touched her ear. His warm breath tickled her earlobe. “Do you want me?”

  “Yes. Of course.”

  “How much?”

  “Now. I want you now.”

  He licked her ear. “Mmmm.”

  Encouraging her to open her legs, he slipped his fingers between her wet folds and probed. As two fingers found their way into her center, pushing deep, she groaned in unadulterated joy. Love swamped her whether she wanted it or not, lust following with a surge so hot and unrefined she couldn’t think about consequences or tomorrow.

  He withdrew his fingers and she moaned a protest. “Don’t stop.”

  With gentle hands he turned her around. She could see his sultry grin in the semi-darkness. “Spread your legs.”

  She did as requested and he got down on his knees.

  Oh, man. Oh, he was going to—

  His mouth found her clit.

  “Oh, Blayne.Oh my God, Blayne.”

  Lightning quick sensation darted into her as he initiated a seduction beyond anything she’d encountered before. Oral sex had always been somewhat blasé for her, but as soon as Blayne touched her that all changed.

  His touch darted across her labia, then sank deep between the folds to fuck her with thrust after thrust of hot tongue. She thrashed a little against his hold on her hips, but he held her in place. His tongue smoothed across one side of her labia, then caressing the other side with equal slowness. Relentless, he licked and savored. She felt new moisture seeping from her cunt, and he encouraged it by placing his thumb over her clit and starting a slow circling motion. Over and over his thumb flicked and rubbed her clit as his tongue lapped and dined on her juices. Her vaginal walls clenched tighter and she moaned in lust and a desperate need. He slipped two fingers deep into her and pressed upward.

  She whimpered and writhed against his hold, but he wouldn’t let her come down from the bliss. She could feel it climbing, climbing.

  Although she wanted to climax, she felt too excited to make it there.

  If she thought his tongue and fingers felt wonderful, she wasn’t ready for the staggering sensation of what he did next.

  He stirred his fingers inside her, starting a gentle tempo that caressed her G-spot. Moments later he spread her overflowing moisture down to her anus. She gasped. He paused a moment as if to see what she would think. When she said nothing, he did it again, a continual massage until it felt natural for his fingers to move with long strokes in her cunt and his other hand touching her anus.

  When she writhed against him, almost ready to beg again, he did something she didn’t expect. One finger slipped a little way into her anus. When she gasped he stopped all movement.

  “All right?” he asked. “Tell me to stop if it hurts.”

  “Mmm, please don’t stop.” Her voice sounded almost choked, and she couldn’t believe the pleasure. “More.”

  He licked her clit and stuffed his fingers higher into her cunt. He pushed gently farther into her anus.

  He started a motion. As he licked and sucked her clit he rubbed her G-spot and dipped in and out of her anus with gentle strokes. It took maybe half a minute and the ecstasy drove her excitement up like a rocket and she came. She sobbed, her body twitching in a mind-exploding pleasure that washed through her. Spasms of delight made her slick, engorged walls ripple and contract over his fingers.

  When she stopped gasping and shivering, he released her and turned her around so she faced the window. As she stared in mindless bliss out the window of the apartment, watching the crystalline snow carpet the city, she realized they weren’t finished.

  He retreated to the bathroom and she waited in a heat of anticipation. Moments later he returned. He spread her legs wide, and then she heard him putting on a condom. Seconds later he speared his cock deep into her tight cunt and she moaned. Her head fell forward and she closed her eyes. She gripped the windowsill and sighed as he drew almost all the way out of her, the friction of manhood against female tissues a stunning and delicious sensation she would remember all her life.

  “You like this,” he said with a ragged, almost begging tone. “God, please tell me you like this. You like getting fucked in front of a window.”

  “Yes.”

  He plunged deep inside her again. “Where anyone might see you, Sweets?”

  With a groan she pushed back against him, impaling herself on his stone-hard cock.

  Then the meaning behind his words breached in full.

  Oh. My. God. They stood in front of a window where anyone, if they walked by, could see them fucking. Or at least an observer could see Blayne and Jemma’s shadows moving in the night, the sensual meaning behind their writhing bodies obvious.

  As he shoved hard and deep inside her, he reached up and drew her sweater over her head. While no one could see them from the waist down, they sure as hell could see her naked breasts. She imagined being down in the lot in the freezing snow, looking up and seeing a naked female body wiggling and moving as a gorgeous male fucked the naked woman into oblivion.

  Again Blayne thrust into Jemma. She sobbed as a tiny orgasm blossomed inside her. Unable to stand it, she slipped one hand down and rubbed her middle finger over her clit.

  “Are you touching yourself, Sweets?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “Blayne, we’re doing this in front of a window,” she said, scandalized and excited all at once.

  “Damn it if we aren’t,” he whispered roughly as he unmercifully wedged his spike-hard cock into her. “Do you like it?”

  His hands caught her hips and he pumped in an unyielding tempo that made her cry out with the most knee-weakening, heady orgasm she’d experienced yet. And when that orgasm started to fade, he kept the pace going as it drove her toward new insanity. Just when she thought it couldn’t get better, he slowed his thrusts and inserted the tip of his thumb into her anus. As he fucked her mindless he massaged her with tiny thrusts of his thumb.

  As she manipulated her clit, riding cock and thumb, she drove toward another climax, her body flowing with the beat, moving with his driving thrusts. She knew he loved to hear her response, and Jemma allowed emotion to mix with physical need into an explosive combination. She threw back her head and moaned as the intensity increased.

  Every emotion, every sensation coalesced. She heard his r
apid breathing, the never-ending drilling sensation of hard cock into receptive cunt, the way her vaginal walls seemed to widen and widen, opening her womb to his invasion. She didn’t think she could become more excited, any more aroused.

  But when he tucked her hips closer and reamed her with short, stabbing thrusts, she writhed in his hold.

  Wildly turned on, she opened her eyes and gazed at the blizzard without really seeing it. Winter raged outside, and blazing fulfillment hovered just out of reach.

  With a roar he pounded into her, sending Jemma into meltdown, one orgasm splintering into another until tears of bliss ran down her cheeks.

  Suddenly he stiffened, and at the height of her last orgasm he growled and shuddered against her. She felt his cock grow bigger and harder for one moment, then the rippling burst as his body quivered in blast after blast of cum.

  Jemma sagged in his arms, her heart pounding so hard she could barely suck in a breath. Her sighs echoed with his heavy breathing. He soothed her with kisses along her shoulder.

  “God, Jemma.” He laughed softly. “I’ve never met any woman as hot as you, you know that?”

  Pleased, she smiled and pressed back into him. His arms tightened around her waist as he nibbled on her ear. “Thank you.” Feeling bold she complimented him. “I’ve never met a man who could make me feel like this before. I’ve never been multi-orgasmic. This is amazing. I’m…you’re very important to me. I don’t want this night to end.”

  He went silent, his movements stopping as his arms stiffened around her. Oh, hell. Now she’d done it. At the slightest verbal affection, at a mention of it he pulled inward. She could feel his withdrawal emotionally almost as if he’d shut himself off.

  He released her and headed for the bathroom without a word.

  Immediately an ache centered in her heart. Damn and triple damn. She quickly returned to the bedroom. She burrowed under the covers, any idea about getting dressed and pretending she hadn’t experienced kinky sex in front of a window, disappeared from her mind. But she couldn’t deny that she worried about what had happened moments ago. Fear ran in circles inside her. Would he tell her that he couldn’t care for her the way she needed him? That he wouldn’t get emotionally involved? She heard the water go off, then he returned moments later.

  She started to get out of bed, but he slipped under the covers and trapped her against him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  With a smile she knew he couldn’t see in the darkness, she said, “My turn.”

  “Hurry back.”

  This tiny encouragement made sure she hurried into the bathroom and rushed out. When she climbed back into bed, he tucked her into his arms and sighed. She snuggled against his heat and muscles and reveled in the closeness. As his hand swept over her hair and he kissed her forehead, her heart melted a bit. Maybe his silence hadn’t meant anything earlier. Maybe she hadn’t screwed up her chances with him after all.

  She remembered what she’d been thinking before he drove her into sexual madness. Could she afford to feel the way she did about him? Falling in love didn’t guarantee anything…happiness, security. Nothing.

  Then again, how could she help it? Love swamped her whether she wanted it or not, and with each sexual act she fell more and more in love with him, as if his physical care and pleasure bound them together. While sexual dalliance didn’t always equate to love, Major Blayne Forbes tied her emotions in knots and could break her heart into bits.

  When he didn’t say a word, she spoke instead. “That thing in front of the window was…kinky.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah. You’re a wildcat, Sweets.”

  “I’ve never… I mean…that was fantastic. Can we try it again soon?”

  Silence covered the room, and she thought he might not answer. Then he spoke. “We can do it anywhere, anytime, any way you like.”

  Reassured in some small way, she allowed quiet to grow around them, afraid to breach an emotion-filled subject. Instead she enjoyed how he cradled her in his arms, and not long after fell asleep.

  Chapter Five

  Light speared under the curtains and managed to hit Blayne in the eye. He groaned and levered up on one elbow to look at the clock. Seven o’clock in the next morning. He never slept this late, but mind-altering sex apparently acted as a tranquilizer.

  He glanced over at Jemma. She lay curled in a fetal position buried in the covers with the sheet pulled up to her nose. She looked too damn cute for words. Although he’d held her most of the night, at some point they’d separated and found lonely positions on the bed. He lay back and sighed. Covering his eyes with his hands, he almost groaned. He could wake her up with more sex.

  What he should do was an entirely different thing.

  In the light of day everything seemed clearer. While he felt much better than he did yesterday, he realized things had become complicated. He didn’t know where his career would go from here or whether he could even stay in the Army.

  Now he’d just screwed his best friend’s sister.

  Holy shit.

  Graham would be pissed.

  He realized he needed to do some deep thinking before this thing with Jemma went any further. Being as quiet as he could, he jumped into the shower. After shaving and dressing, he wandered into the living room and looked out the window. The snow had stopped and bright sun parted lingering clouds. About six inches of snow had accumulated but it looked like it would all be cleared away soon. Now the snow was no longer an excuse for her to be here, would she run away? Would she tell him yesterday and last night had all been a mistake?

  If she didn’t, he might.

  The phone rang, startling him. He grabbed the cordless before it could ring twice.

  “Blayne,” Graham’s voice said, “I’m glad the damned phones are working again. I’m worried about Jemma. I tried calling her apartment but she’s not there.” Graham’s serious tone went a little harsher. “Did she stay with you last night?”

  Blayne cleared his throat. Time to face the music. “Of course she did. You didn’t think I was going to let her go out in that snowstorm, did you?”

  “No, I suppose not.”

  “She’s fine. You don’t need to worry about her.”

  Graham’s sigh sounded somewhere between perturbation and relief. “Sure, man. I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”

  An awkward pause filled the air between them. Finally Blayne said, “Fort Carson even open today?”

  “Late reporting. I don’t have to be at work until nine o’clock. I could pick Jemma up from your place and take her home.”

  “Jemma’s got her own car here. I need to go to the fort and get mine.” He explained how he’d left it there when Jemma drove him home. “She was worried I’d pass out and crash the car.”

  “How do you feel now?”

  “Much better. I guess I needed more sleep.”

  “I can pick you up and then we can talk.”

  The tight quality in Graham’s voice worried him, and he wondered if he would get the inquisition. “Yeah, sounds good.”

  “Can I speak to Jemma?”

  “She’s sleeping.”

  “No, I’m awake now,” Jemma’s voice came from behind Blayne, and he swung around.

  She’d thrown her clothes on, but her hair appeared tousled. Her blue eyes held apprehension, as if she feared reprisal from her brother. Damn it, this was way too complicated.

  “Hold on. She’s right here.”

  Jemma took the phone, and Blayne decided to make breakfast. He was hungry as hell. Maybe all that sex had given him a new appetite.

  Her voice came soft and clear as she settled on the couch. “I’m fine.” A pause formed as she listened to her brother, then more from her. “So you’re picking him up to take him to his car. Good.” Another pause. “You’re coming right now?” Her sigh sounded heavy, and he wondered what else her brother had said. Her silence went on for a long time. “This isn’t the time or the place to talk about this
, Graham. I’ll see you in an hour and even then I don’t plan on giving a lengthy explanation to you. Maybe we’ll talk about it later.”

  She hung up without saying goodbye.

  Blayne turned his gaze on her as he flipped on the coffeemaker. She remained on the couch, staring into space. Shit. The last part of the conversation hadn’t sounded good. Concerned, he left the kitchen and stood near the coffee table. He didn’t sit next to her, afraid in some idiotic way he shouldn’t touch her. Maybe he’d touched her way more than he should after all.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Is Graham getting on your case about being here? I explained to him I didn’t want you to go out in the weather. I thought he understood that.”

  As she looked up at him, she clasped the phone. “Oh, I think he understands it. But I also think he knows we weren’t exactly platonic last night.”

  Her understatement might have made him laugh at any other time. Right now he felt nothing but cynicism. “And?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t know. I’ll be interested to hear what he says to you. He’ll probably call me up later today and give me an earful.”

  “What do you think about that?”

  Doubt turned her pretty face pensive. “I’m not sure I know what to think about any of this.” She put the phone down on the coffee table and swept a hand through her hair. “We had a great time last night. It was crazy and wonderful and…I don’t know.”

  Without trying to pry more feelings out of her, he let the words spill. “You’re concerned about what he’ll think about us being together. It’s your life, you know.”

  She nodded and stood up. She walked slowly to the living room window where they’d fucked like wild animals last night. “I know.”

  “It’s up to you, but as far as I’m concerned you shouldn’t let him dictate who you sleep with.”

  She nodded again, staring out at the parking lot. “But it’s not just whether Graham will approve.”

  He put his hands on his hips, feeling like he might be in for the battle of his life. “Then what is it?”

  She turned her back on the snowy world outside and leaned against the sill. “It’s what we talked about yesterday before we got involved. You leave for months at a time and you may or may not come back. I don’t know if I can take that.” A shimmer of tears filled her eyes. “I don’t know if I can see you every few months, sleep with you, then let you go.”