Broken Arrow: A Military Erotic Romance
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Jake continued to hold himself slightly above her, keeping his weight off of her body. “I won’t break, Marine,” she said to him. Her voice was soft and throaty and much deeper than normal. He relaxed slightly and let his body press against hers. She gasped slightly as the pressure changed against her still-sensitive clit.
They lay in each other’s arms in silence for several minutes. Finally Jake said, “I’m crushing you,” and moved over to lie beside her on the bed. Sophie reached down and pulled the sheets and covers up over them and then snuggled into his chest. “I still owe you a pasta dinner,” she said.
“Where do we go from here?” he replied. “Obviously, you can’t sign off on me going back into combat. One of the other docs might be willing to do that, but I’m not sure what regs we have violated, and there are bound to be repercussions.”
“I’ll tell you what a wise old Admiral once told me,” Sophie said. “I once had to countermand an order given by Admiral Cunningham himself concerning a patient of mine. He was livid and stormed into my office demanding an explanation. Once I explained why I had done what I did, he understood and agreed. But before he left, he told me, ‘Bryant, you can get away with anything in this man’s Navy as long as you are correct and remain essential. ... Just don’t ever be wrong or unnecessary.’”
She pushed herself up onto her elbow so she could look directly into Jake’s eyes. “He was old school and sexist, but he told the truth. You are an excellent Marine and necessary to the corps. I am damned good at what I do and the Navy needs me here or in a hundred other places. We are both necessary enough that we can be a little bit wrong and still get away with it. I’ll find out what we have to do to get back into compliance. Then we’ll figure out what we want to do with our possible future together.”
She snuggled back into his arms and soon both were fast asleep.
***
The morning sun woke Jake Reynolds around seven. Sophie was still nestled in his arms. He lay there watching her face as she slept. His hand was resting on the curve of her ass, and his fingers began lightly stroking the skin beneath them. She made a slight “Mmmm” sound and pressed more tightly against his chest.
Then, suddenly, there was a loud “Bang!” and the windows of the house rattled from what was obviously a sonic boom. Some sky jockey is going to get written up for that one, he thought to himself.
Sophie suddenly spoke up. Her voice was filled with concern. “You’re safe soldier. You’re home.”
He looked down at her anxious eyes and laughed. “Yes, I am,” he replied. “But I’m not a soldier, ma’am. I’m a Marine.”
He watched her face relax as he stretched his neck slightly to reach her lips with his own. He kissed her lightly and added, “And I think that you are finally home, too.”
She cuddled up against his chest and replied “Yes, Marine. I am.”