by Violet Paige
Thirteen
Brett
I looked down at Gretchen. Her raven hair splayed on the bed. Her eyes hooded with pleasure. Her soft curves. Her voluptuous tits. This was the woman made for me. She was perfect. And she solved a problem I had. I didn’t want to think about her that way, but that was the fucking truth.
I crawled backward until my feet hit the floor. I stood at the end of the bed, dragging her ass close to the edge. Her eyes flared.
“What? What are you doing?” she whispered.
But I didn’t answer. Instead I hooked her ankles against my back and thrust into her. My eyes closed, feeling the white-hot light course through me. She was tight and hot. I’d never felt a pussy so made for me. It was like sheathing myself in velvet. Her body still warm. I drove into her again, each time gripping her ass harder, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh.
The way she rode me with wild abandon drove me fucking crazy. It was time to return the favor.
I opened my eyes and looked into her gaze. She was staring directly at me.
Watching me. Matching my thrusts. Pulling me in. And she was loving every second of it.
“Just how dirty do you like it, doc?” I teased. But I wanted to know. Gretchen surprised me. I hadn’t expected her to be a hellcat in bed. But she was a fucking vixen. It wouldn’t matter if I had slept with a hundred women in the past year, this one was made for me. Her body moved in ways that were mesmerizing.
“I don’t know.” She gulped.
I waggled my eyebrows. “Sure you do.”
I moved her ankles from my back to the tops of my shoulders, angling my cock far and deep.
“Oh, Brett,” she screamed. Her hands fisted the sheets as she began to thrash from the intensity.
“It’s not enough is it?” I asked.
“No,” she moaned.
I grinned as I backed up, my cock popping from her swollen heat and flipped her on her stomach. I loved taking her from behind. I pinned her wrists over her head. With her feet on the floor, she had more leverage to fuck me.
“Spread your legs, wide, baby,” I growled in her ear.
She wiggled her feet to a V position.
My cock nestled at her pussy and she lifted her hips for me to thrust inside her.
“Oh shit, yes,” she hissed. “Oh, yes.”
My teeth nipped at her back, alternating with kisses. I pressed her wrists into the mattress as I fucked her wildly, sinking into her. She bounced back, using her legs for power and force.
“Fuck,” I groaned, knowing I was close to coming like this. She was so tight. It was intense.
“Brett,” she whimpered.
My cock began to pulse inside her and I pumped faster as the unrelenting pleasure shook me. I groaned at the satisfaction my body felt. I wanted to stay here buried in her, filling her with my come.
Gretchen shook under me as the last ripple hit us both and I knew my seed was deep inside her. I kissed her lower back before I slowly stood.
I crawled on the bed, scooping Gretchen into my arms and pulling her against my chest. She was mine. There was no other way to explain that kind of sex. I’d never felt anything that fucking intense before.
I kissed the back of her head. “You ok, doc?”
“God, yeah. That was amazing. I needed that.”
I laughed. “You needed that?”
“You didn’t disappoint.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I brushed the hair from her neck.
“Look at you. If you weren’t good in bed, it would be a tragedy.”
I rolled her under me, pinning her arms above her head. “Is that what you think of me?”
She bit her lower lip. “Is there more?” Her tone was playful.
I felt my cock jerk back to life as I settled between her legs. Rough and wild was fun, but this time I wanted to take my time. I wanted to savor the feeling of her. Remember how soft her skin was. How her lips tasted. Memorize the look in her eyes when she came. Because I would be leaving soon. And I needed something to think about when I was sleeping under the desert sky.
“I’ve got more,” I growled in her ear.
Her arms flew around my neck as she arched toward me. “Good. Tell me that means you’re going to fuck me again.”
“Oh, I am.”
I drove to the cabin, feeling a new kind of calm. I parked in front of the house and jogged up the steps. I didn’t know how long I had before I would be called back to Kazastan, but I needed to tell Gretchen about the contract.
I couldn’t tell her in bed last night. Or after the five times we fucked. I needed some space between what we did then, and what my family needed.
I stripped down and stepped in the shower. The water felt good.
I knew I would never meet a woman like Gretchen. She was smart and strong. Opinionated and sweet. Kind and thoughtful. I smiled, lathering my chest with soap.
I promised I would pick her up this afternoon and bring her back to the cabin for the night. I felt better knowing I could keep her safe. Tonight, I would tell her everything.
I reached for a towel and dried off.
I passed a family picture hanging on the hall. I felt a twitch in my chest. There were so many kids in the family when I was growing up. That’s what the Jacksons did. They had babies.
I thought about what Gretchen told me today. It was hard to adjust to the idea of having kids. I think it shocked me most when she told me it would be hard for her to get pregnant. I’d be lying if it didn’t make me fuck her harder. Try to root my seed deeper inside her. No babies meant no land. Was I really ready to try to be a father? Did I really want to get her pregnant, or could I blame it on my primal instinct to knock her up? I never backed away from a challenge. Was this another one? Fuck. Was I that competitive?
She did say it was possible to get pregnant, she would just need fertility treatments, and who knows what else. That wasn’t my area of expertise. Maybe one day when I was retired from Special Forces we could go down that road. In the meantime, I would figure something out to keep her. Because now that I had found her, I couldn’t let her go.
Fourteen
Gretchen
I let the water wash through my hair. The shower felt good. I smiled. I’d never had a night like the one with Brett. I loved how he took control of my body. It was unbelievable.
What was more unbelievable was that he was already making plans for tonight. I had assumed it was a fling. Two strangers letting out lonely frustration. Ending the loneliness for a night. But when I woke up this morning with his arms wrapped around me, I didn’t feel like it was a one-time thing. It felt deeper. I felt as if my body somehow belonged to him.
I turned off the shower and twisted my hair in a towel. Tonight, I’d be in his bed. It made me hot just thinking about it. I walked to my room to dress and pack. Brett said he would be back to pick me up in an hour.
Brett was always punctual. He knocked on my door an hour later.
“Hi.” I opened it like a lovesick teenager.
“Hey.” He grinned. “Ready?”
I nodded. He picked up my overnight bag and I locked the door behind me.
As we drove along the private drive, he kept looking at me. I smiled, wondering what was on his mind. My eyes drifted back to the road.
There was something behind his eyes I couldn’t figure out. For two years he had been part of a special operations unit. He couldn’t talk about what he did. It had to be weighing on him. The secrecy of his life. The requirement to keep things hidden. To live a secret life. How did he do it?
“All right. Here we are.”
He put the truck in park and grabbed my bag from the bed of the truck.
I smiled when he opened the door for me. “Thanks.”
He threaded his fingers through mine and led me up the front porch steps. “Home sweet home.” He pushed open the front door.
I had been here two days ago, but this was different. Then, he had been an unknown name
on a volunteer project list. Today, he was the man who had rocked my body until I was blazing embers in his arms.
“I’ll put your bag in the bedroom.” He walked down the short hallway.
I wondered what he had planned for our afternoon. He seemed anxious and preoccupied.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Food does sound good.” I smiled. If Brett was about to cook for me, I would know I was witnessing a mirage. Men like him just didn’t exist in my world.
He turned for the kitchen. “I bought all these groceries the other day.” He stopped as he was about to open the refrigerator. “Wait. That’s who the anonymous caller was.”
“Huh?”
“You said an anonymous caller put my name on the list for the Help a Hero Program.”
“Yes. We didn’t have a name. Only yours.” It seemed like a lifetime ago when Dr. Mors coached me on how to interact with my volunteers. I was certain the old man would not approve of how I had spent my time with Captain Jackson.
He chuckled. “It had to be the nosey lady at the register. She kept asking questions. Wanted to know where I was staying. If I was alone.” He pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge. “I guess I can’t be angry with her.”
I reached for the beer he handed me. “You’re not? You wouldn’t consider that an invasion of privacy? Or an invasion of something?”
He grinned. “Hell no. I wouldn’t have met you.”
I forgot I was supposed to drink the beer. In that moment, all I could do was look in his eyes. It didn’t make sense. My heart stirred. My pulse quickened. I was completely falling for him. Or I already had.
Fifteen
Brett
I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was. I promised her lunch, but I took the beer from her hand. My palms slid to her face as I brushed my lips over hers. I inhaled all of her when my mouth crushed into hers.
The need for her was uncontrollable. Something had happened to me last night. I hungered for her more than ever.
She moaned and her lips parted for me. I loved how she tasted. My arms roamed over her body, gripping her ass. God, she had a perfect round ass.
My eyes darted to hers and I could read everything she was thinking. I picked her up and sat her on the table. She bit at my lips, sucking and pulling me toward her. I felt the fire in my chest when I thought about stripping her down on my kitchen table.
Her hands tugged on my T-shirt, her eyes playful. “I like this kind of lunch.” She giggled.
“I’m about to have dessert.” I waggled my eyebrows.
“God, yes,” she moaned.
I kissed her neck and throat, letting her lean back into my hands. I was going to feast on her gorgeous body.
I was about to toss the shirt on the floor when I heard wheels crunching over the gravel driveway. I paused, shifting my ears toward the door. Why was someone here?
“What is it?” she asked. Her eyes met mine.
“I think we have company.” Shit. I left her sitting on the table and walked to the living room window. “Damn it. It’s my cousin. Wait here.”
I closed the door behind me and greeted Cane on the porch.
“Don’t you ever call?” I grunted.
“Do you ever turn your phone on?” Cane retorted.
I pulled my cell from my back pocket. The screen was black. I had forgotten to charge the battery overnight. I was preoccupied with something much more worthy of my time.
“Right. What’s up?” I wanted to get Cane off my porch so I could get back to Gretchen.
“We have a problem. I must have called you 100 times”
“I was busy last night.”
Cane’s eyebrows arched. “Busy? Does that mean you were with the hot little doctor?”
My eyes flared. “Watch it,” I snapped. “Don’t talk about her like that.”
“Sorry. Just asking. She’s sort of a part of this.”
I stood down. I didn’t want Gretchen to hear our conversation. I tried to keep my voice low. Until I could tell her everything, I didn’t want her to know what my family was battling.
“Anyway, what happened?”
“I think the other families have called a truce.”
“That’s a good thing, isn’t it? What’s the problem? If they’ve dropped the lawsuit we don’t have anything to worry about.” Maybe things were better than I could have realized.
Cane shook his head. “No. They’ve decided they’re going to divide our land in half. Each family chooses an acre until it’s split equally between the two.”
I glared. “They can’t do that.”
“They are doing it. They’ve filed a second suit with the judge to make this immediate.”
Something inside me snapped. “This family is going to be left intact.”
Cane smiled. “So, you told the doc?”
“It shouldn’t be any of your fucking business, but I didn’t tell her yet.”
Cane shut his eyes then turned away. “Brett, you have to. We can’t lose what is rightfully ours.”
I had lied before. I had lied so many times as a Delta it was as natural as breathing. I would go undercover to gain trust. I would use sources for information, feeding them what they wanted to hear.
Cane wanted to hear that the family’s legacy was safe with me. What he didn’t want to hear was that I wanted it all. I wanted both worlds. I wanted to go back to Kazastan and lead my team. I wanted Gretchen to stay here and wait for me, having my family while keeping my bed warm.
“Brett??” Cane eyed me. “Are you going to call a meeting?”
I shook my head. Things weren’t getting better. “Give me tonight. I need to talk to Gretchen.”
“I don’t know if we have another night,” he warned.
“Go to the Osborns. Tell them I will call a meeting tomorrow. Got it?” my finger pressed into Cane’s chest.
“You’re the boss. If you need another day, then I’ll tell them.”
“Good.”
I shoved my hands in my pockets, looking over my shoulder. Gretchen was inside, waiting for me.
“I’ve got to go. I’ll charge my phone. Call me next time before you just show up.”
Cane walked back to his truck. “Got it. I’ll take care of it.”
I had to go back inside and tell her. She needed to know what was going on. She didn’t know she was the key to saving my family’s legacy. She was a strong woman. She was intelligent. I would approach her with the facts, and she would understand her role.
I opened the door, expecting to see Gretchen sitting on the couch or on the table where I left her, but as soon as the door closed her arms were around my neck.
“Hey,” I muttered.
She tugged at my neck until my mouth was pressed to hers. Her tongue curled against mine. “Hey.”
I felt her hands slide under my shirt, the softness of her palms tracing the sculpted lines of my chest.
All the things I was going to tell her could wait. I needed her right now.
She backed away from me, slowly unbuttoning her top button. I crossed the room, scooping her in my arms in the process.
She squealed. “Where are we going?”
“We never had lunch,” I grinned.
I saw her eyes light when I placed her on the table.
I popped the rest of the buttons from her shirt as I ripped it from her arms. She cradled my head to her chest. I flicked the clasp on her bra, and peeled it from her arms. I knew there weren’t two more perfect tits in the entire world, as I pulled one into my mouth.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned as I sucked against her.
My hands wrestled with her jeans, unsnapping the button before peeling them over her hips and thighs. The need for her was spiraling. I wanted to take my time, pleasure her, make her come over and over, but I couldn’t think straight. I needed to be inside her.
Gretchen’s fingertips trailed over my chest, stopping to trace the ridges at my ribs and torso. She worked my belt f
ree, and in one motion, I shoved my jeans and boxers to the floor, standing in front of her throbbing with want. My dick bounced freely, pointing straight at her pussy.
“I want you, Gretchen,” I growled. It hurt how much I wanted her. My chest ached. My cock pulsed. I could feel my hunger for her.
“I want you too,” she whispered. Her hand landed on my hard shaft, and she guided me toward her entrance, already wet for me.
It was too much. I didn’t have enough restraint to take things slow and easy. I gripped her hips, groaning as I buried myself inside her.
“Oh, Brett,” she screamed as her back arched off the table.
The urges controlling me were wild and consuming. I wanted to fill her with my essence. I wanted my hot seed buried so deep in her there would be an army of babies. It was stupid. It was primal. But it was blinding me with animalistic passion. I stroked at her nipples, twisting and pinching them between her fingers. Her head thrashed to the side as she whimpered.
“It’s so good. Fuck me more,” she begged.
The more she encouraged me, the harder I got. The stronger the need to fill her with come. I leaned forward, sucking her tit against my tongue. I lashed over her. My mouth moved between her breasts, kissing along her throat. Then I felt her lips. The sweet honey of her mouth, drowning everything else out.
“Come with me,” she coaxed. “I want to come with you, Brett.”
And I felt her body quiver and vibrate under me as she kissed and breathed against my lips.
“I need it,” she whispered. “I want to feel you come with me.”
And I knew I needed it too. I needed this woman like nothing I had ever needed in my life. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her body quake with her orgasm. As I stared in her eyes I felt my own release start to tighten in my spine. I could feel it break free.
“God, Gretchen.” I buried myself in her so deep I knew we were now one. I pumped my essence hard, giving her everything I had. The primal need to give her a baby ripped through my chest as my hot seed spilled from me.
