Bound to You: A Military Romance (You and Me Series Book 3)

by Tia Lewis

  But Matthew? That man was sex on a stick, handsome and sexy as well as was able, willing and eager to give me whatever I wanted. The signs were all there, I just had to accept his offer.

  I considered how fucked up I was that it I found it difficult to turn to Matthew, who seemed as if he would give me anything when Randy would give me nothing.

  I shook my head and stood. I needed to get back to the kennel and get the animals staying overnight fed.

  When I returned, I found the day residents were gone, and just the ten dogs staying overnight happily munching their dinner. Parker was eating too, and Matthew was sweeping the floor one more time.

  “Hey,” I said.

  “Hi.”

  “Ready to call it a night? Eat some dinner?”

  “Sounds good.”

  I glanced around and checked over Matthew’s work. I was impressed. I thought I kept the kennel clean, but it was shinier than normal with the fresh scent of disinfectant hanging in the air.

  “You did a good job.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Any comments from any day clients?”

  Matthew shrugged. “There are a couple checks on the desk for you.”

  I nodded. “Good.”

  “I checked on your grandmother. She was baking some pies.”

  “She was?” I frowned.

  “And she said that since you had a big box of barbecue in the refrigerator that we might as well have it for dinner.”

  “Oh yeah.” I had shoved my aborted lunch in the fridge when I returned. “Not enough for three though.”

  “She’s not home. A friend of hers, Emma Johnson, picked her up to take her to dinner.”

  “I hope she’s okay.” I worried that my grandmother pushed herself too much. She always was a hard worker, and the past couple months she was unhappy with her lack of activity.

  “She looked like she was doing fine,” Matthew said. “And she’s with a friend. I’m sure she’ll be okay.”

  “Yeah. Not like I can stop her anyway.”

  Matthew walked silently behind me, and in my mind’s eyes, I saw him moving silently and stealthily through a foreign land, fighting enemies, and surviving terrible trials. There was something appealing in that picture, and I couldn’t deny that I was sexually drawn to the ex-soldier following me. I looked over my shoulder and found Matthew’s eyes on my ass. But he snapped his head up and gave me a grim smile without comment.

  In the kitchen, I found a couple cherry pies on the counter. “I guess we have dessert.”

  “I can see I’m not in danger of starving here,” Matthew said wryly.

  It was an attempt to make conversation, but I didn’t feel like talking.

  “Can you get the ice tea from the fridge?”

  “Sure,” he said. I kept my back to Matthew as the man did as I asked. I didn’t know what to say to him. My emotions warred within. The pull toward Matthew was so strong. But that, I decided, must just be lust.

  “Sit,” I said as I went through the motions of getting the barbecue food into the microwave. I portioned out the coleslaw and stuck the cornbread on a plate to warm it when the meat was done. As I moved around the kitchen, I became aware of Matthew’s eyes on me again. Finally, with the food warmed, I brought two plates to the table.

  “Here you go,” I said.

  “Looks good.”

  We settled at the table to eat, but I just stirred the barbecue with my fork.

  Matthew sat back and put his fork down.

  “Okay. What’s bothering you?”

  “Nothing.”

  Matthew huffed. “I call bullshit on that. And I’m sure as hell not going to sit here eating in silence. So, spill or I’ll take my food out on the porch.”

  “Well, look at you. That’s a threat.”

  “Meleyna. I’ve had a rough day, and I’m not into bullshit. I’m sorry if I pushed myself on you this morning.”

  Parker’s ears picked up at the change of tone in Matthew’s voice. He padded to Matthew and pressed his head against his knee.

  “You think I’m — No. Just no. It has nothing to do with you.”

  “I don’t know if that makes me feel better.”

  “I’m the one that should be offering apologies. I goaded you on the trail, pushed you too hard. I’m sorry.”

  “Hell, Meleyna. That little dust-up was nothing.”

  “I don’t understand. You—” I stopped. How did I talk about what happened last night?

  “What? I freaked out at a truck backfire but fell down a ten-foot embankment, and it doesn’t bother me? Shoot. I don’t know if I’ll have a nightmare over that tonight. I never know what ghosts will visit me in the dark. But that’s why I have Parker here.” Matthew rubbed behind Parker’s ears absently.

  “And you shouldn’t apologize to me. Not for this morning. Because if you felt sorry for that, that would make me feel shitty.”

  “Oh, damn,” I said softly. “I just can’t win for losing here.”

  “But you should know I was trained as a tracker. And I have a good nose for sniffing out the fugazi on the road.”

  “Fugazi?”

  “Fucked up shit. So, what is really going on here, Meleyna? Because, as much as I promised to help, I can go home too.”

  “Oh shit,” I said. I was making a mess of things. “Look. It doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

  “No?”

  “Well, mostly not. I met Randy for lunch today.”

  “I see,” Matthew said slowly. “Well, if you still have feelings for the guy—” Matthew stood, and I caught his arm, panicking. I was doing this all wrong. I’d upset him, and now he wanted to leave. I realized suddenly that I didn’t want to see him walk out the door.

  “Stay, Matthew. Please.”

  “Nah. I think I can use some shut-eye. Good night, Meleyna.”

  Parker gave me a soulful look but followed after Matthew. I sighed, then got up and cleaned off the dishes. I’d really fucked things up good. And all because I couldn’t get Randy Barker out of my head.

  I tossed the dishes in the sink too forcefully, and one of them shattered against the ceramic walls.

  “Damnit!” I swore. I picked out the pieces of broken plate and threw it in the trash. I’d nicked my finger on a piece though and sucked on it as I contemplated the situation. This whole day ended as a clusterfuck.

  I swung open the creaky door of the ancient medicine cabinet in the bathroom to retrieve a band-aid. The fixture was a box set inside the wall and plain stainless steel wrapped around the mirror. You wouldn’t find another like it today in a hardware store. It sat on the wall, holding the various accouterments of Harris daily living, medicine, band-aids, toothpaste and the like for at least the past fifty years. And so, it was likely to stay until someone else bought this house and decided to upgrade to a more modern model.

  “Fuck,” I swore. All my life was like this cabinet, stuck in one place and doing the same thing again and again. Was this what my life was destined to become, sitting inexorably in place, become creaky and passé doing the same thing until someone else decided on a change?

  Hell no.

  I grabbed bandages and peroxide from the cabinet, determined to see Matthew under the aegis of checking his wounds from the day. I swept through the kitchen and picked up one of the pies as well, and a couple of bottles of water from the fridge. Except for the pie, I dumped the items in my hands into a cloth shopping bag and clamored down the wood stairs.

  I picked up the pace as I headed up the trail. The surrounding trees closed in around me in the evening gloom of the setting sun. I should have brought a flashlight, but in my hurry, I’d forgotten about it. But an excitement fluttered in my stomach, and that was from the thought of seeing Matthew again. I’d only been out of the Marine’s presence for ten minutes, and I couldn’t wait to see him again.

  As I wondered at that thought, I approached the cabin. The warm glow of light filled the windows, and it felt like the litt
le house was welcoming me. It was an old friend, this house, filled with childhood and teenage memories. And though I thought of the dwelling as mine, it was Matthew inside that made it feel like home. That realization spurred me on.

  I knocked on the door.

  It took a couple minutes, and I panicked. What if Matthew didn’t want to see me?

  The door creaked open, and Matthew peered at me.

  “Hi,” I said softly.

  Matthew’s eyes fell to the pie in my hands.

  “What is this? Pie delivery? I didn’t realize that I could get service like this in the woods.”

  I held up the bag hanging from my arm.

  “I thought I’d check your wounds—you know, to make sure they weren’t getting infected.”

  “I see,” Matthew said with narrowed eyes. “And the pie works into this plan how?”

  “Just being neighborly.”

  “I see.”

  “Are you going to invite me in, or not?” I said peevishly.

  Matthew snorted, then guffawed as he stepped away.

  “What is so funny?” I said indignantly. My initial ardor was receding, and I was starting to feel embarrassed.

  “The look on your face. I can’t describe it, except—it’s like if I didn’t let you in it would be as bad as if I took your favorite puppy away from you.”

  My heart warmed under the teasing. I smiled and shook my head. “I look that desperate, do I?”

  “No,” he said with a sly smile. “You look adorable.”

  “Adorable?” I said as my heart melted a bit. “That’s a helluva thing to say to a woman who’s come to your doorstep offering herself.”

  “Is that what you’re doing? Offering yourself? What else do you want me to call you? Gorgeous? Delicious? Sexy as hell? Are you ready for that?”

  “I must say, Sergeant, you do have a firm grasp of the English language.”

  Matthew took the pie and bag from me and set them on the counter and then faced me.

  “There is something else I want a firm grasp of,” he said.

  I swallowed hard. “What is that?” I asked, my heart starting to pound.

  Matthew stepped in closer. “You.”

  Matthew

  It was impulsive, but with Meleyna standing so close to me looking as sexy as she did, I couldn’t help but kiss her. The woman had gotten under my skin, and I wanted her badly. Now she was here, standing close, too close, and all it took was one step to wrap my arms around her and descend on her mouth and devour her lips as if they were a full meal. She leaned into me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

  The effect of Meleyna’s body pressed against mine was electric. Not tingles but a searing fire that jolted through my spine. Each bump and grind against the thrilling woman’s body drove me to a frenzy. Her body was perfect. Slender without being too skinny, yet with strong muscles hidden beneath her curves probably honed from years of hard work on her family’s homestead. Her taste was more intoxicating than liquor, and I grew lightheaded with her taste on my tongue, and her scent was intoxicating. Before I knew it, I had her shirt, and bra pushed up, and her perfect breasts were cupped in my hands. I squeezed her luscious tits together as I rubbed her nipples gently and then leaned down to suck on her rosy areolae, sucking each one deeply into my mouth as I flicked the tips hard.

  Meleyna went wild, grabbing my head of hair and pulling me closer to her chest.

  I moved my hands down to her belt on her jeans and began working the buckle off and undoing her zipper.

  Meleyna’s pants slid to the floor, and I palmed her pussy through her panties. Fuck, she was hot, and I could feel her panties were already soaked. She moaned, and I slid to my knees pulling her panties down as I did. Immediately I buried his face in her pussy, kissing and licking the area around her clit.

  “Oh Lord,” Meleyna groaned. Her clit was swollen and peeking out between her nether lips. I pressed my tongue to her clit and licked the underside of it, flicking my tongue around her swollen bud as she cried out in pleasure. I pulled back and looked up at her.

  “You are a tease,” Meleyna moaned as she pushed her hips into my face.

  I loved driving her crazy. I was just getting started.

  “No, ma’am. I’m not teasing. Just making promises.”

  “At least take my boots off.”

  “Maybe I like your boots on.”

  “But I can’t move like this.”

  “That’s why I like your boots on.”

  Meleyna pushed my shoulders but fell instead on the rough woven willow sofa in front of the fireplace. Her tumble onto the unforgiving wood was softened by the cushions, but she grunted anyway. Her legs were splayed wide apart, giving me a fantastic view of her beautifully wet pussy.

  “Now, that’s what I like to see.”

  “Can I take my boots off now?”

  “No.”

  “Where’s your dog, and why isn’t he protecting me?”

  “My dog is on my bed taking a nap, which is why we aren’t there yet.”

  “Yet?”

  “Hey, it was you that brought the cherry pie.”

  “I wasn’t aware that bringing a cherry pie to someone’s house was an invitation to get fucked.”

  “You just don’t know the language of pies.”

  “The language of pies?” Meleyna said skeptically.

  “Oh, yeah,” I said as I brought my tongue back to Meleyna’s pussy lips and drew a long lick up its length from bottom to clit. She threw her head back and shuddered, and I loved her reaction. “A blueberry pie speaks for itself. It means you won’t be getting anything other than pie from the pie bearer. A person who brings a pecan or walnut pie offers their nuts, or clit in this case, as an appetizer, so to speak. A banana cream pie, well that speaks for itself too.” I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked on it as I swirled my tongue around it. Meleyna cried out.

  “And a chocolate pie?” Meleyna said, breathless now.

  “Wait. I’m not done with the banana cream pie.” I sucked Meleyna’s clit into my mouth again, increasing the pressure as this gorgeous woman squirmed under me. I flicked my tongue on the underside of her clit again and reached under her ass to grab those luscious globes, spreading them apart as I kneaded them.

  Meleyna arched her back and let her head fall back. I watched a blissful expression spread over her gorgeous face. Her pussy was delicious, and her feminine musk drove me wild. I was lost in her scent and the experience of her juices gushing under the lashing of my tongue.

  “Matthew, please,” Meleyna begged.

  I placed both thumbs at her pussy lips, massaging the area up and down.

  This turned her on in even more. Her breathing sped up, and her ass tightened and quivered in my hands as I massaged her glutes.

  “Fuck,” she exclaimed.

  I pulled off and smiled wickedly up at her.

  “Can I have my cherry pie now?”

  Meleyna blushed. “I can’t say I have a cherry to offer you.”

  “You’re cherry to me. And that’s all that matters.”

  She gave me a wide smile as bright as the sun that warmed me to the heart. “Whatever you want. I’m helpless in the face of your pie addiction.”

  I grinned back at her. “Then wait a second.”

  I rushed to the bedroom where I had put my bag and ruffled quickly through it to find the supplies I needed. I also grabbed a pillow off the bed.

  “Wait,” Meleyna said when I returned. “Are you some kind of Boy Scout?”

  “What? Be prepared? The Boy Scouts got that from us.”

  I plopped the pillow on the floor in front of the couch.

  “Drop to your knees soldier. I’m going to give new meaning to the words ‘drill sergeant.’”

  “You’re cocky,” she said playfully.

  “Something you are going to appreciate in a few minutes. Now, drop!”

  Meleyna slid off the couch onto the pillow and faced me as I slid to my knees t
oo. Staring at her, I licked my lips and leaned in for another kiss. For a second time, I became lost in the sensations of her lips and mouth, of her tongue tangling with mine. My cock grew hard as steel trapped in my jeans, especially as I thought of finally slipping inside this beautiful woman. I ground my cock against her pussy and drew it up and down her lips, teasing her clit.

  “Oh fuck, more,” Meleyna said.

  I fucking loved the expression on her face. Her mouth was opened in a continuous “oh, ” and her breathing sped once more. I loved the feel of her pussy pressed against my cock, and a rush to my balls signaled if we kept this up I was going to blow my load too fast.

  “Please,” she pleaded.

  Oh yes, I thought, I’ll please you.

  “Turn and face the couch.”

  “You’re bossy too.”

  “They drill leadership into us, sweetness. So, shut up and do what you’re told.”

  Meleyna’s eyes flashed, but she did as I said, pushing the round globes of her ass to my face. Saucy wench. My cock throbbed between my legs. I lowered my face to her asshole and licked around it.

  “Fuck,” she said. “What are you doing to me.”

  “If you don’t know,” I said with a sexy grin. “Someone was not treating you right.” She moaned under my tongue, and I reached around and slid two fingers into her pussy and thrust in and out, rubbing against her g-spot.

  “Yes, yes. If you keep that up—”

  “Something’s up,” I said. I ground my cock into her crack teasing her tight rosebud as I withdrew my fingers.

  “Fuck me.”

  “Not there, not today, but I will.”

  I ripped the foil of the condom and rolled it on. I wanted Meleyna so much my hands trembled. But I was determined not to rush this. I lined up the head of my cock against her pussy.

  “Relax, babe, relax,’ I urged.

  “If you don’t get inside me soon, I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.”