by KJ Reed
Sarah looked triumphant as she shimmied out of her sweatpants and panties while walking back to the door, letting them fall to the floor in a harmless heap around her ankles. She stepped out of one leg, and raised the other high to kick them out of the way. Before she could drop the leg, he caught it under the knee.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” he warned as he used his other hand to slide between her legs. She was slick and she shivered at the contact.
“Never asked you to be,” she said, then moaned as he circled her clit with the pad of one finger. “Use me.”
He took her at her word. Fitting the head of his cock against her wet entrance, he pushed to get the angle right, then thrust hard. The door rattled as Sarah’s body rocked against it. The sound fed his lust and he pulled out quickly only to slam back in again, to hear that sound, to feel her clench around him.
The harshness, the lack of finesse had him too close too fast. “Sarah I can’t last much—”
Her cries of release drowned out his warning. Done holding back, he pounded into her in time with her pulses, using her orgasm to bring on his own. With a primal cry he shoved into her once more against the door as he finished, leaning into her to keep her up.
“What was that saying one more time? The Latin one?” she breathed after a moment.
“Semper fi.”
“Semper fi, indeed.”
He could barely groan out “Hoorah” before letting them both slide to the floor.
* * * * *
An hour later, Sarah rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. After untangling themselves from the floor, they’d managed to drag their abused bodies to bed and collapse for a nap. She smiled as she remembered the look on Pete’s face as he’d come. The look of ecstasy and pleasure combined. But more, she remembered the look right before she’d kissed him. Vulnerable, scared, hopeful, adorable.
When he’d admitted he cared.
She would remember that, no matter what. He cared.
Fingers ruffled through her hair. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sweet moment.
“You okay?”
“Mmm.” She didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want to leave the cloud of contentment they were floating on. But things needed to be discussed.
“So does Trav have any idea about us?”
Sarah laughed. “Yup.”
“Did the vein in his forehead pop out?”
“For a second. He got over it though. He understands. And despite the fact that you will probably have to suffer some minor teasing—”
“It’s how guys show they care, baby.”
“Uh huh,” she said dryly. “I’ve heard that somewhere before.”
“Trav and I will get through it. Will you two?”
“Us two? Me and Trav? Get through what?”
His hand stilled for a moment before resuming the caress. “Your relationship with your brother is still new. I didn’t want anything to hurt that.”
The man was unbelievable. She hadn’t even thought of that. She was stunned speechless.
“Come back with me,” he said softly, his hand gliding down to hold hers.
“Seriously?”
He snorted. “Yeah. Come back to California with me. I don’t care if you get your own apartment. You’d have a kickass reference from Buffalo’s I’m sure. You could find a job anywhere near base. Just be there with me.”
Sarah rolled until she was draped over his chest. “It’s tempting,” she said slowly.
Pete’s face darkened. “I warn you, I’m not sure how relationships work. I’m from the anti-family. Zero good examples to go off of. And I move. A lot. If we’re still together, I’d want you to come with me.”
“Are you attempting to push me the other way?”
“Think of it as a full-disclosure clause.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “If you’re moving across the country, you should know everything.”
Did he really see himself as a liability rather than an asset? “You act like you have no clue how relationships work. But at the same time, you have all the qualities that anyone would dream for in a guy. Besides, you know I’m dying for some adventure. The chance to roam around. Knock a few of those red marks off my globe.” She cupped his face between her palms.
“Come with me. And show me.” He kissed her, turning her insides to butter.
“I think I will.”
The End
About the Author
KJ Reed is an inconspicuous housewife by day, folding laundry, changing diapers and washing dishes with pleasure. But late at night, when the rest of the household is asleep and not making messes she has to pick up, she writes erotic romance. She took up writing one day when she realized the voices in her head weren’t multiple personalities, but characters begging to come out and play.
A military wife, she’s fortunate enough to be surrounded by manly, Alpha-tastic inspiration on a daily basis. Nothing stirs the blood quite like a platoon of sweaty Marines running by in formation, does it ladies? Of course, she’d tell you where she lives, except by the time you’re done reading this biography…she’s probably moved again.
KJ is currently working on her next erotic romance, hopefully hot enough to singe your socks off. She loves email and is semi-compulsive in her need to quickly respond. So send her a shout out, tell her what you liked and what you want to see more of. You’re almost guaranteed a response.
KJ welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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