Men Out of Uniform: 6 Book Omnibus

by Rhonda Russell

  His kiss was hot and frantic, thrilling and impatient, all those things she felt herself, hammering away inside her veins, making her utterly insane with need.

  With every skilled thrust of his tongue into her mouth, Julia felt a resulting tug in her womb and she no longer gave a damn that they were in a deserted classroom with annoyingly bright fluorescent bulbs overhead. All that mattered was this moment--the time--with Guy.

  An impressive bulge nudged her belly, branded her, and her lips slid into a grateful smile. Perpetual hard on, indeed Julia thought dimly, no longer concerned that she’d been tricked into saying his one word.

  Now, now, now.

  He did want her.

  And he could fix her.

  She felt his fingers push into her hair, removing pins, until the heavy weight of it fell down over her shoulders.

  A masculine hum of pleasure resonated in their joined mouths as he twined a lock around her finger. Julia’s feminine muscles clenched and a rush of warmth coated her folds, making her press her sex more firmly against his. Need and instinct took over and she squirmed against him, desperate for that guaranteed orgasm he’d promised her.

  Guy tore his mouth from hers, then trailed thorough but speedy kisses down the side of her neck, along her jaw. Julia untangled her fingers from the close-cropped hair at his nape, eagerly jerked his shirt from the waistband of his slacks, then sighed with pleasure when her hands found his bare skin.

  Warm, supple and smooth.

  Sweet Jesus.

  A low masculine hum of pleasure hissed out of him, and his belly shuddered gratifyingly beneath her questing greedy fingers. Getting beneath the shirt wasn’t enough--she wanted it off. She wanted to feel those muscles, map the intriguing terrain with her hands until she’d learned every inch of him. She tugged the garment over his head, then tossed it carelessly to the floor.

  With a soft wicked chuckle, Guy slowly unbuttoned her shirt, carefully baring her to his gaze. His hot gaze fastened on her chest and she had the pleasure of watching his eyes darken further, a beautiful mossy green. An unsteady breath puffed past his lips as he traced the lacy edge of her bra with slightly shaking fingers.

  “It clasps in the front,” Julia told him, just in case he hadn’t noticed.

  “Convenient,” he murmured thickly. He slipped his fingers beneath the fastener and gave it a gentle pop. The cups parted and dropped away, baring her taut nipples to his hungry gaze.

  “Simply gorgeous,” he murmured to her unending delight, then he let go a shaky breath, and lifted her from the waist, gently depositing her onto the desktop. Then he bent his gorgeous head and fastened his greedy mouth onto her aching peak, expertly palmed the other, lest it feel neglected.

  Julia gasped with pleasure and sagged beneath the weight of the exquisite torment. He suckled, kissed, licked and ravished. His tongue blazed a trail from peak to peak, alternately around each globe, then pulled each in turn deep into his hot mouth.

  God help her.

  A steady throb built between her legs, then an unfamiliar itchy sensation intensified deep in her womb and she hooked her legs around his thighs, trying desperately to find some sort of relief. She wanted that weighty pressure, desperately needed to feel that hard part of him between her legs. Shameless? Yes. But she was past caring.

  It had been too damn long. Too long. And he was...amazing.

  Julia reached out and scored his muscled chest--his nipples--with her nails, leaned forward and nipped his powerful shoulder, then licked the place where she’d bitten, savoring the salty tang of his skin. His scent invaded her nostrils, dark and seductive, all musk and Man.

  She squirmed closer to him, let her hand drift over his belly, then boldly stroked his groin. A hot thrill snaked through her at the intimate contact. He was gloriously hard, electrifyingly huge. She slipped the button of his pants from its closure, then felt his warm breath blow over her aching nipple as she lowered his zipper. Less than a second later she had him in hand, tenderly working the hot, slippery flesh over his rigid length. She ran the pad of her thumb over his wet tip, then painted his engorged head with the evidence of his desire. Guy jerked, shuddered, beneath her ministrations, and a low growl of warning issued from his throat.

  She felt his warm fingers against her belly, felt her pants give way beneath his questing hands. She kicked them away as his hot mouth found hers once more.

  A wicked, probing kiss, the dizzying rasp of his tongue against hers. He suckled and stroked, feeding at her until her head suddenly felt too heavy for her neck.

  Guy tugged at her pants and she lifted her hips to accommodate him, then impatiently kicked the garments aside. He withdrew a condom from his wallet, swiftly tore into the package with his teeth, then rolled the protection into place.

  Julia blinked slowly, astonished at his sheer size, and another thick warm rush of heat seeped into her weeping folds. Her nipples tingled once more and the air in her lungs virtually evaporated, causing her breathing to go shallow. Anticipation made her belly tremble violently.

  Guy’s warm hands grasped her hips, scooted her forward. The first nudge of him between her nether lips made Julia inhale sharply--then he smoothly slid inside her, buried every glorious inch of himself as far into her as he could--and she exhaled in sublime wonderment. The storm which had been brewing inside her briefly abated, seemingly in awe of the flawless perfection of this moment. It didn’t matter that they were locked in a classroom, that her panties had disappeared beneath the desk or that Guy’s slacks were sagging around his ankles.

  Nothing matter but him being inside her--finally.

  Guy expelled a harsh breath and he rested his forehead against hers, locking himself inside her as though he never wanted to leave. His hands came up and gently framed her face, then with a tender heart-wrenchingly sweet look, he lowered his mouth to hers once more.

  One moment of tenderness in a hurricane of mindlessness was all it took for her silly heart to melt like a drop of water on a hot griddle.

  A curiously relieved laugh stuttered out of her mouth and he caught it in his. She looped her arms around his neck, threw every ounce of passion she possessed into the kiss and simultaneously clamped her greedy muscles around him.

  Pleasure barbed through her, and the single wanton act was all it took to make Guy forget about being tender. His palms slid down her sides, grazed the margins of her breasts, then wound around until her bottom rested in his big warm hands. He kneaded her rump as he slid in and out of her, a hot thrilling game of seek and retreat that quickly stoked the fire raging through her blood.

  A coil of tingly heat tightened in her womb and her breathing came in sharp little puffs as he upped the tempo.

  This was it, Julia realized. She was going to come. Really, truly, while Guy was inside of her...come.

  He pumped harder, faster, then harder still.

  Guy’s breathing grew labored as well, and a fine dew of sweat glistened on his shoulders. He pumped in and out of her, a rhythmic, erotic bump and grind that made her nipples quiver and dance as a result of his frantic, manic thrusts.

  Julia couldn’t get enough of him. Her hands mapped his body. His shoulders, his belly, the small of his back and, when the first sparker of beginning release detonated in her sex, she attached her hands to his perfect ass and writhed wildly against him.

  Guy growled low in his throat, a masculine sound of pleasure that sang in her veins.

  “Guy,” Julia hissed brokenly. “I need-- I’m almost--“

  With a determined cocky smile, Guy increased his rhythm, pounded even harder into her. One hand left her bottom, came around and massaged her tingling clit. The shock of sensation rent a soundless wail from the back of her throat, and few clever strokes later she came so hard she honestly feared she might lose consciousness. Her vision blackened around the edges, colors faded, bathing the bright room in black and white, and if he hadn’t held her tightly against him, she would have undoubtedly slid off the desk and pu
ddled into the floor.

  Wave after wave of glorious release eddied through her, tugging her under, pushing her up. Heightened sensation bolted through her with every eager spasm of the orgasm.

  She heard Guy’s breath catch in his throat, felt him tense, then a low keening growl sounded next to her ear as three hard thrusts later, he joined her in paradise. A shock of warmth pooled against the back of her womb, sending another tingle of joy through her.

  To her unreasonable delight, Guy didn’t immediately withdraw from her, but rather lingered between her legs.

  He braced one hand on the desk, then tipped her chin up. His eyes sparkled with latent humor and lingering lust, and just a hint of something else. Affection, maybe? “I told you we’d have back-bending wild gorilla sex,” Guy told her. “You were fantastic.” A shaky laugh rumbled up from his chest. “There is nothing wrong with you and if you’re still not convinced, then I’ll simply have to have sex with you again.”

  Julia smiled, still vibrating from her first major orgasm in years. “Just say the word,” she told him.

  CHAPTER 9

  “So what’s your first impression of Anderson?” Julia asked. She took a long round-about lick around the base of her ice cream cone and strolled beside him, completely unaware of the fact that she was absolutely tearing him up. Probably because her tongue had been giving his dick a similar treatment just last night.

  Silky hair sliding over his thighs, warm hand massaging his balls and her hot, hungry mouth sucking at him.

  Dull in the sack, my ass, Guy thought. She was phenomenal.

  His dick leaped in his jeans, strained toward her like a damned divining rod.

  He wanted to track down Warren and every other miserable shit who’d ever made her feel inadequate and pummel the hell out them. Julia was perfect--an amazing lover--and the fact that she’d ever doubted herself made Guy want to constantly reassure her.

  Their second day of class had passed without incident and, though he’d spent entirely too much time thinking about the amazing ball-shrinking sex they’d had on the desk, Guy had to admit he thought things were going pretty well.

  They’d done an orienteering trust building exercise this morning which this new team had completed in a very impressive time. Not as good and theirs had been, of course, he thought with a smile, but within fifteen seconds. Pretty damned good, he had to admit.

  As for Anderson...

  The man instantly put him in mind of Danny, even had the auburn hair and quirky sense of humor. Guy’s chest ached, just thinking about his friend. Anderson exhibited the best qualities of all the men and he was clearly a devoted member of their crew. After a moment, Guy managed to say as much. “He’s going to do well.”

  “I wonder why Garrett went with Rutland instead of Anderson to start with,” Julia mused. “Honestly, it’s obvious that he’s a much better guy.”

  Payne’d had a theory on that and after further reflection, Guy was fully inclined to agree with him. “I think Garrett put Rutland in that classroom to get me fired up and invested in making this team work,” Guy told her.

  Julia paused, turned to face him. “Surely not,” she breathed softly. A frown wrinkled her otherwise smooth brow. “You think he’d be that damned sneaky?”

  Guy pulled an offhand shrug, took a pull from his milkshake. “He didn’t get where he’s at without being able to shake some things up.”

  Julia took another long lick of her cone, seemed to be pondering what Guy had just shared. “Well, if that was his angle, then it was a stroke of genius because it worked.” She slid him a look. “There was a marked difference between the man you’d been the first time you walked into that classroom and the man you were when you came back. You were confident, purposeful and direct--all qualities designed to instill trust and demand respect.” Seemingly impressed, she darted him another speculative look, one of many he’d been getting recently. “You’re a bad-ass,” she said, eyes twinkling. “A modern-day pirate.”

  Startled at the somewhat dramatic comparison, Guy chuckled. He’d been called a bad-ass before, but... “A pirate?”

  She grinned. “There are similarities.”

  “Like what?”

  “A certain recklessness and disregard for the rules, for starters.”

  He inclined his head. “Rules are boring.”

  She laughed. “Spoken like a true pirate.”

  “It sounds like you’ve given this a lot of thought.”

  “Not necessarily,” Julia hedged and he could tell that she was lying. For whatever reason, that she’d put so much thought into his character made him feel...special, he realized. She wouldn’t waste her time thinking about him if she wasn’t interested in the kind of man he was. If she didn’t enjoy his company beyond the sex.

  Julia gazed around the base, seemingly drinking in the atmosphere. Though it was early spring, the air still held enough heat to make his skin sting. “I like it here,” she said. “What’s this area of the base called again?”

  “Harmony Church,” Guy told her. “Both sniper and Ranger schools are housed in this area of the base.”

  “Do you miss it?” she asked, sighing softly. “The routine, the purpose? Being part of the cause and the greater good?”

  Guy watched a group of guys dressed in BDU’s walk by and thoughtfully considered the question. Did he miss it? he wondered, trying to filter the emotional aspect of Danny’s death out of the equation.

  “To some degree, yes,” Guy admitted, surprising himself. “I miss the atmosphere, the thrill of the mission, of being the best of the best.” He sighed. “But the best part of being in the military was being with my friends and honestly, I’ve still got that. Ranger Security isn’t as exciting as orchestrating a hostage mission, but then I’ve got better odds of surviving as well.” He chuckled softly. “Jamie and Payne...they’re great. Is this where I thought I’d be now? No. But I’m happy with the outcome.” He tangled his fingers in hers and tugged playfully. “What about you?” he wanted to know. “Are you where you want to be right now? Is your ten year plan lining up for you?” he teased.

  Julia chuckled softly and shot him a look. “How did you know I had a ten-year plan?”

  Guy laughed. “Oh, baby, you are a stick-to-the-plan kind of girl if I’ve ever seen one. And a five year plan would be too short-sighted for you.”

  Julia chewed the inside of her cheek. “Well, a plan is good,” she said, nodding primly. “It forces a person to set goals and adhere to them and encourages critical thinking.” Warming to her topic, she paused to look at him. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt you to--“

  Guy tugged her around and planted a silencing kiss on her mouth to prevent the lecture. She tasted like chocolate ice cream and hot, sweet sex and his heart gave an odd little jolt as she melted readily against him. She was warm and responsive and so damned sexy it was all he could to keep his hands off of her.

  Which admittedly, since yesterday afternoon, he hadn’t done much of that.

  He and Julia had shared lunch, then he’d given her a brief tour of the base. They’d parted company long enough for him to contact Payne and shower, then he’d walked over to her duplex and spent the remainder of the evening with her.

  She’d cooked a fabulous meal...then he’d made a meal of her.

  Guy had awoken at three o’clock, a bit disoriented from the surroundings, then had glanced over and seen Julia lying beside him. Long, pale golden hair fanned out over her pillow--God, that was sexy--her hand tucked beneath her cheek. She’d been heart-breakingly beautiful and something in his chest had shifted, forcing him to release a pent-up breath, one he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

  His first instinct had been to curl up next to her, drag her closer to him--her rump to his groin and a plump breast beneath his hand--but Guy hadn’t. The fact that he’d even wanted to had scared the living hell out of him--he’d never been tempted to spend the whole night with a woman--and he’d quietly kissed her cheek, murmured a
goodbye so she wouldn’t feel abandoned, and then made the return trek to his side of the duplex.

  Once there, Guy’d had to fight the immediate impulse to go directly back and crawl back into bed with her. His seemed too big, too lonely, and considering he’d never been lonely a day in his life, Guy knew he was wading into uncharted waters he wasn’t altogether sure he wanted to explore, pirate or not.

  What had started out as a severe case of attraction for him had swiftly morphed into something Guy found himself unable to label. He’d never met anyone like Julia, someone who affected him the way she did. Being with her made him feel better about himself. He enjoyed saying things that shocked her and watching those leaf green eyes widen in impressed outrage. She admired him, Guy thought--genuinely respected him--and knowing that he affected her that way made him feel even better about himself.

  Granted he’d never been low in the confidence department--frankly he’d survived too much, accomplished too much--to ever be anything but over-confident. But something about Julia Beckam, in particular, made him feel like a better man.

  He wasn’t altogether sure what their plans would be at the end of the week when it was time to go back to Atlanta. Despite the fact that he’d be breaking every bachelor rule, a part of him desperately wanted to pursue this relationship once they went back to Atlanta.

  He wanted her to come over and meet his friends, sit on the couch with him and watch a Braves game, share a beer down at Samuel’s pub. He wanted her to stand barefoot in his kitchen in one of his shirts and cook him one of those trademark amazing meals in his designer kitchen which had never helped prepare anything more than a frozen dinner or a pop tart.

  He wanted to get Bear’s reaction to her--dogs were a good judge of character in his opinion--and see if he and his canine roommate felt the same way about her.

  In short, he was becoming increasingly aware--and increasingly terrified--that he wanted her.