by Lucy Gage
“Sorry,” he croaked. He cleared his throat and a deep voice said, “I thought you were awake. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
That honeyed voice and tan, muscular body…Neil was not her usual type, but damn if he didn’t shoot lust straight to her core.
Given the soreness between her legs, lack of sexual frustration, and her continued attraction to him, logic dictated that they’d had sex, lots of it, and she’d come at least once. Fuzzy details aside, Meg’s gut said, Sexy, naked man. Why not try it again while sober? Hangover? What hangover? Isn’t a good orgasm a cure for that?
“It’s okay. I was a little disoriented. Good morning,” she purred, kissing him. Nice lips. Soft but not I-wear-lipgloss soft. He pulled her closer and her hand brushed his crotch. Damn. Impressive. She stroked him and he groaned.
“I hoped you’d want to try again this morning,” he said as he rolled her underneath him. He kissed her, shoving his tongue in her mouth for a mediocre kiss. Nowhere on the level of Tim the Terrible Kisser bad, but it didn’t meet the Vega brothers gold standard, either. He pushed her thighs apart and rubbed himself against her. Yeah, much as that erection left an impression, she still expected safe sex.
“Grab a condom,” she ordered.
“Yes ma’am,” he said. He grinned as he leaped off the bed and fetched the protection. Oh, my. Yes, he did look nice naked. Wow. What a great ass. The rest of his sculpted body made her drool – at least an eight pack, two hot, Celtic tattoos, one on his ribs and one along the top of his pelvis to mark the end of that sexy triangle of muscle, and thighs that could crush her like a walnut. Beefy shoulders and pectoral muscles in the front transitioned to ridges of muscles in his back.
Meg gulped. I don’t like beefcake and shaved heads, her head insisted. Her body replied, But he could probably pose in Playgirl.
Not that she looked at it.
Much.
And he’d listened when she’d given instructions. Good boy. Meg liked her man to be submissive. Not in the BDSM sort of way, just to actually listen to what she said when she told them what to do in bed.
Mostly because very few guys had any idea how to get her off.
Good boy Neil rolled on the condom and climbed back on top of her. She’d let him try being on top first. But if that failed, she’d switch places. Men had rarely revved her engine in the missionary position. The short list included Nico, of course, and Justin, the married asshole.
God, had sex with both Nico and Justin been astounding. What did Shakira say? Hips don’t lie?
Neil kissed her again, this time less forcefully and therefore, with more skill, his tongue stroking hers. Okay, so he improved as time passed. She ran her fingers down his back. Goodness. He was ripped.
She wanted to encourage him to just get in there, so she pulled his very fine ass toward her. He took the hint. He pushed in all at once, which made her gasp and then moan. Oh my. He was bigger than he looked. Barely more than average length, but thick and hard and no, no hips do not lie.
The man had skills.
He kissed her the whole time and ran his hand down her side to her hips. He used one strong hand to hold himself up and the other to tilt her hips and damn, he hit the right spot. She thought he might actually join the ranks of the rare indeed, but just seconds later, he groaned, “You’re so tight, Meghan,” and then he came.
Yeah, so much for that. And he had such promise, too.
She was sort of relieved when he rolled off her and she could start making her escape. Meg wouldn’t sleep with him again. Ever. Man should have more stamina than that when he’d had sex at least a few times in the past twelve hours.
She lay there for a moment, then sat up and said, sweetly, “I should get going. I have a long drive ahead. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.” Or not.
“A girl like you will probably be engaged by the time I’m back here again. It was a great night, but I don’t expect you to call me.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the dress-blue uniform hanging on the closet door. Oh. Right. Army officer. Captain.
I leave for Afghanistan in two weeks.
Damn. She couldn’t be a bitch to a guy serving his country, no matter how she felt about Toby Hill. She had to give him at least one more shot.
“One more for the road?” she asked. He grinned and kissed her again.
His fingers threaded through her hair as his lips caressed hers before he licked the seam and she opened her mouth to receive him. The kiss oozed sensuality, shocking from a man so beefy. After a couple minutes of kissing her thoroughly and with purpose, Neil trailed his hands down her body and his mouth followed.
First, the sweet spot on her neck, the one that drove her wild. He’d found it last night, to be sure, because his lips hit exactly the right location.
Wet kisses slowly traveled across her collar bone, to her sternum, before landing on her nipples. A swirling tongue sent a shocking bolt of lust into her body and her back arched, pressing her breast into his mouth. He sucked hard, the way she liked, nearly biting, and then he did! He lightly bit her nipple and she moaned. Oh, God, she thought. He knows my body, he already took the time to learn what I like.
But it didn’t stop there. No, Neil kissed down her abdomen to the hollow of her hip. He gently spread her thighs, gave her a look that promised mischief, and tortured her with fingertips caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh as his mouth drew closer to where she wanted it. Again, he’d paid attention to the fact that she loved to be teased.
The build, driving her wild, could mean the difference between no orgasm and one that made her see stars. Nico had taken months to discover that, and Justin, though a great lover, had never really learned it on his own. Neil promised to be better than her two best lovers. God, did she hope he could deliver this time.
Finally, his mouth found her opening, and Meg practically flew off the bed when his fingers, two at once, pierced the soft flesh as his tongue simultaneously located her clitoris. My God, she thought. How can he know my body this well already? If he had hair to grab, she’d have pulled it to the roots. But he didn’t, and so she encouraged him with her palm. Then his fingers and tongue switched places, and oh, fuck. She wanted desperately to come with his hard ridge between her thighs.
“Neil,” she murmured. “I need you inside me.”
He jumped up, grabbed a condom and quickly rolled it on. This time, instead of waiting for her cue, he pushed to the hilt in one swift thrust and she gasped in pleasure. He kissed her, so sensually, his tongue matching the rhythm of his rotating pelvis. Then he ground into her and she cried, “Oh, shit.”
Before she could ask him to go deeper, harder, he lifted her hips again and oh, that was intense. How was it possible for him to be so in tune with her body? As if they’d been lovers for months or years instead of hours?
His eyes met hers, and in them, she saw the pleasure he received from watching her. But she also saw strain. Control. He’s waiting for me to come first. The very idea sent her over the edge.
Out of nowhere, the build accelerated. Her moans grew feverish, frantic – how could they not? – and she hoped he could maintain that control long enough to get her off this time. Nearing the apex, she groaned, unable to form a coherent sentence. Somehow, he knew she was ready.
When the stars obliterated her vision and the surge rushed through her body, she screamed, “Oh, my God, Neil.” She heard the rumble of his groan, felt the pulse of his climax inside, in time with her own. Coming together always heightened her orgasm.
But to hear him mumble, “You are heaven on Earth,” with that deep voice in her ear, when he collapsed on top of her for a second, well, cherry on the sundae didn’t seem an adequate metaphor.
She didn’t even care that his weight crushed her, the delicious pressure a reminder of what they’d just done and the powerful man between her thighs.
Holy crap, that was fantastic.
How disappointing that he had to leave for a tou
r of duty. If she recalled correctly, he and Dan had been childhood best friends, which meant his family lived near her parents.
Damn.
He pushed up to his forearms and kissed her sweetly. “Thanks for giving me another shot,” he said with a grin.
She bit her lip. “Was it that obvious I was ready to bolt?”
He laughed. “Yeah.” He brushed her wavy brown hair from her forehead.
She kissed him gently. “I wish you didn’t have to leave. I wouldn’t mind doing that a lot more.”
“Me too, but Uncle Sam expects me to report for duty in a week. And you’re leaving for a conference, right?”
“Actually, I’m presenting at a conference in Portland. So not going anywhere. I just told everyone that so I could avoid dealing with the Wicked Witch another day.”
“You don’t like Charlie’s mom, huh?” he asked as he rolled off her and disposed of the condom.
Meg stretched. “She was a bitch to Emily from the time we were in high school, and as Emily’s best friend, I’m not her biggest fan. How did I not know you in high school? You weren’t that far behind us,” she asked as he lay back down next to her, propping his head on his arm.
Yep, definitely Playgirl material.
“You probably don’t remember me because I was four inches shorter and 50 lbs lighter. I grew four inches after graduation and during college. While I was in boot camp, I gained weight and the military turned me into what you see now.” He smiled.
“I should thank them. You’re quite the specimen. I have a feeling they didn’t teach you what you just did to me, though,” she winked.
He grinned. “Nope. I wish we had time to do it again. You have to get going though, don’t you?”
“Not yet. What are you doing this week? You have plans before you ship out?”
“I’m visiting with a college friend in Portland late in the week, but other than that, relaxing. My parents left on a trip to Ireland yesterday. They waited until after Danny’s wedding to leave, but they’ve had this thing planned for five years. Their 30th anniversary is next week.”
“Well, soldier,” she said, pushing him to his back and straddling him, “I think you should come home with me for the week.”
“Do you?” he asked as he ran his hands up her body to cup her breasts.
“Only if you want to…”
“Oh, I want. I definitely want…” He pulled her down so that he could kiss her, and wow, she’d never been more wrong about a guy’s kissing skills. He slid his hands down her back and grabbed her ass, pressing her into that steel rod between his legs. Meg wanted to push herself onto him, skip the condoms. Nope, not the best idea, even if she was on the pill.
Neil must have read her mind, because he reached toward the nightstand and grabbed another condom off the string he’d placed there the last time he’d retrieved one. Smart, smart boy. She took it from him and rolled it on, which made him smile and groan.
Meg eased onto his thick shaft and she realized she was still sensitive from her orgasm. Her juices flowed as she imagined how great this would be. Slowly moving up and down, she took the full length of him, as deep as she could. Neil’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and she bit her lip at the sight. Nothing in her past could have prepared her for such perfect sexual compatibility.
“I am so, so glad I gave you another chance,” she said
“You and me both. Can we do this all week long?” he panted.
“As much as possible. I’ll clear my work schedule.”
“Good. I need to store up for while I’m gone.”
“I’ll make sure you have plenty to think about, soldier.”
“Don’t tease me.”
“Not teasing. You’re in for a wild ride, GI Joe.”
“I can’t wait…”
**********
The Neverending Brunch really only lasted for a couple hours. Before everyone had arrived, Danny asked him how things went.
“My imagination couldn’t do her justice,” he’d replied.
“So is that it?” Danny asked.
With a smile, he’d said, “I’m spending the week with her. And if I have a say, it won’t end there.”
Shaking his head, Danny said, “I knew you’d never be satisfied with one night. Just be careful.”
Rolling his eyes, Neil said, “Yes, mom.”
“I’m serious, Neil. You’re leaving soon. Don’t hurt her. She’s been hurt enough recently.”
“As if that would ever happen. You know how long I’ve been in love with her.”
“Does she?” Danny asked.
“I’ll tell her all of it soon enough. She doesn’t remember a lot of last night, but she already fell for me once, Danny. Don’t say anything to her. I want to convince her all over again that this is the real deal.”
“Whatever you say, Murphy. You’ve always been a little nuts.”
As he drove to Bangor to meet Meghan at the airport to return his rental car, Neil could hardly contain his excitement at seeing her again. The grin wouldn’t leave his face, his knee wiggled the entire drive. His lips ached to be on hers, his fingers flexed in anticipation of touching her. God, he’d never been this wound about a girl.
As if he could compare Meghan to anyone else. His Meghan. The girl he’d wanted since his scrawny teenager days.
She pulled up to the curb and he threw his bag in the back, hung his uniform next to her dress and slid into the passenger seat. He met her gaze and she bit her lip, concern etched on her features. He hoped she hadn’t changed her mind.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said as a grin spread across his face. Reaching for her, he traced her lips with his finger.
Her worried look changed to one of lust. “Hey, sexy. I was hoping you didn’t regret changing your plans.”
“Not for a second,” he declared, shaking his head as he leaned closer. He let his lips brush hers and she cupped his face in her hands, pulled him deeper. Their tongues wrestled for dominance and their breathing became rapid. Finally, they came apart for air.
“I can’t wait to get you home,” she admitted, foreheads touching.
“Then let’s get out of here. The sooner we drive, the sooner we arrive. Did you get something to eat?” Neil asked as he clicked his seat belt and adjusted himself.
Yeah, it would be good to get there sooner rather than later. Just looking at her excited him, but kissing her like that made him want to stop the car and pull her onto his lap, just take her right there on the side of I-95.
Meghan laughed, that sweet tinkle that would hopefully fill his dreams every night for the next nine months, at least.
“Thanks for asking. I went to Governor’s and made some work calls while I ate. My schedule is mostly free this week. I’ve have stuff here and there, but I can let you use my car whenever you need it.”
“I appreciate that. I’d like to see my college buddy, if that’s okay?”
“Of course. We can figure it out. We have a two-hour-plus ride to talk about it, right? And we should start talking, because what I’d like to do at the moment isn’t going to get us there faster.”
Neil laughed, glad to have company in this pool of sexual energy. “You know, if I was driving, there are things we could be doing while we’re on the road…”
“Don’t tease me, soldier. I’ve thought about that already and if I wasn’t worried about hitting a moose or deer, I’d consider it. Trust me.”
He laughed harder. “You’re amazing. Did you know that? I love that you even thought about it.” Which was a surprise even to him, given how he’d resisted stuff like that with Beth. He squeezed her knee and she flinched. “Ticklish?”
“Yes. Very. No tickling while I’m driving.”
“And later?” he asked with a grin.
“Later you can do whatever you want.” She glanced at him to see his reaction: pleasant surprise.
“Anything?”
She looked slightly wary, and he wondered if she recalled h
igh school, when people assumed Toby Hill had told the truth about her being a kinky sex addict. He’d never been one of those people.
She pulled onto the highway on-ramp and glanced his way.
“Within reason. You have some weird predilections, you better tell me now. I’ll let you know if it’s acceptable. I’m flexible, but there are things I won’t even consider.”
Neil laughed and shook his head. “No worries. I don’t have any weird fetishes or fantasies. My dreams about you were pretty standard stuff. Should I be concerned about what you’re expecting?”
Meghan shook her head. “Nope. You plus me and naked is about my only requirement. Unless your college buddy is really hot…” Her struggle to refrain from smirking said that it had been a joke.
“Well, she is pretty sexy…” Neil replied, pulling her leg, too.
“What? Your college buddy is a she? Now I’m not so sure I want you to see her.”
“Kidding. It’s a guy, Max. And if he’s hot, I wouldn’t know. I don’t swing that way and I’m not in the habit of judging how attractive other men are. You really want to share me?” God, he hoped not.
“Hell, no. I don’t like to share. I’ve been with too many guys who think it’s their right to be shared, whether all parties know it or not.”
Neil almost sighed audibly in relief. He didn’t want to relive that college memory. Ever. Especially not in the flesh
“Good. I don’t like to be shared. I’m a one-woman kind of guy.”
“Glad to hear it. So you’ve had dreams about me, huh? You going to say what they are? We’ve got a long drive…”
“How about I show you later instead?”
His groin tightened thinking about it. She noticed. Meghan reached over and rubbed him through his pants.
“Is that a promise?”
“Oh, yeah. Keep going and I’ll reciprocate. Turnabout is fair play.”
“Now you’re teasing.”
Neil turned a little in his seat. He slid his left arm across the back of the driver’s seat and leaned close to her ear. He ran his hand up her skirt and parted her legs.
