Hot Extraction: SEALs, Marines, and Infantry - A Military Romance Boxed Set

by Kathryn Thomas

  “What?” She asks.

  “Nothing.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I’m just thankful for my good luck.”

  “Good luck?”

  “That you didn’t toss me overboard.”

  “I’m sorry, Ryker. I was just confused and I…”

  “Shhhh…” he says softly, touching a finger to her lips. “No more apologies.” He waits until he sees her begin to smile before pulling his finger back and replaces it with his lips.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  She allows him, the kiss becoming deeper, more meaningful. Twice she has tried to apologize, and twice he had stopped her. As she leans into the kiss, her passions flaring to life, she promises herself that in the future she will remember this kind and gentle man is the real Ryker Evans. The man that is willing to die to protect her. The man that makes her feel safe. The man… she is beginning to fall for.

  Ryker feels Ronnie gently pull back from the kiss before beginning to kiss her way down his body. When it becomes clear her goal is his manhood, he pushes her off of him, then stands before lying down in the bed again, laying in the opposite direction of her, his head at her feet.

  She smiles as he changes positions. She has been told she is quite skillful with her mouth and she wants to please him, but that doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy a little something as she does. As soon as he is still she swings a leg over him, placing her legs to either side of his head as she settles, allowing his touch.

  He wraps his arms around her hips and holds her loosely. He hasn’t even had the first taste of her nectar when he feels the warm wetness of her mouth close over his manhood, sliding down, her tongue flicking and darting. He closes his eyes in pleasure as he begins to give in kind.

  It takes a good many minutes of him steadily breaking down her resistance, but she can no longer hold against the approaching orgasm. She pulls his cock from her mouth so she can breathe as her hips flex and pump. She tries to take him into her mouth again, but she can’t stand the pleasure. Fuck! Ryker certainly knows how to please a woman!

  Ryker smiles as Ronnie begins to squirm and moan softly as he works her over with his tongues, lips, and finger. She has proven to be very skillful in her own right but having the edge taken off yesterday allows him to hold against her onslaught as he works to please her.

  She tries to take him into her mouth again but she simply can’t focus, not with her orgasm bearing down on her. She begins to stroke him in her fist as she grunts, her orgasm taking her, but even that stops after only a few strokes as she begins lose control. She feels herself tightening up, her head dropping as she is overwhelmed with pleasure from his touch.

  Ryker probes more forcefully with his tongue, slithering it into all her secret places, pinching and pulling with his lips. He feels her becoming stiff with pleasure until with a single hard lunge and accompanying gasp she relaxes, her low and sexy giggle once again announcing her climax. He smiles at her brief giggle. God he loves that sound.

  Ronnie comes out from under her orgasm, trying to decide what to do next. It mildly pisses her off, in a most enjoyable way, that Ryker made her come before she could do the same to him. She debates taking him back into her mouth just to see how much he can take… or maybe she would rather just fuck the living shit out of him. She decides on the latter because she desperately needs to kiss him.

  Ryker lets his embrace fall from Ronnie’s hips as she turns in the bed, lowering herself to him and kissing him. Like last night, her post-orgasmic kiss is like a force of nature, long, wet, and so fucking erotic that he is afraid he might come right then and there. There is something about her deep and sexy giggle and accompanying kiss that makes Ryker want to give her orgasm after orgasm until she is exhausted.

  She slowly pulls back from her kiss, looking into his eyes and smiling. When he kisses her, she fucking well knows she has been kissed! She reaches down, between their bodies, and takes his cock into her hand, steering it into her as she settles down and back. “Oh my God…” she moans softly as he slides into her wetness, unable to contain the words of pleasure.

  He wraps his arms around her, holding her down, pressing their bodies together as he swims in a pleasure he has rarely known. With a near silent gasp, he begins to thrust.

  Ronnie loves the feeling of being trapped in Ryker’s arms, one arm holding her tight around her back, the other holding her head, secure in the knowledge that so long as he is with her nothing in this world can possibly hurt her. He starts out slow, but as she begins to thrust her hips, silently encouraging him to speed up his tempo, he responds and begins to move faster, driving her toward her second orgasm of the night.

  She falls still as he thrusts into her, grimacing in effort and pleasure, fighting against the pleasure he feels. “Oh God…” she whimpers again, and he begins to thrust harder still, pounding into her with savage speed and force. He feels her hands tightening up on his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh, the discomfort of her grip exciting him even more as he tries to push her over the edge.

  She feels herself slipping as he takes her with passion and tender violence. She hears herself begin to keen as her orgasm burns through her, her skin feeling hot as she burns in orgasmic fire. She begins to quiver as the full force of her pleasure takes her, shivering as if cold while simultaneously burning as if hot, before she falls out of her orgasm with a quiet gasp. But still he takes her and she can feel herself coiling up in pleasure again, causing her to cry out.

  “Stop! Stop! Fuck! Stop, stop, stop! Please! Fuck! Please, stop!” Ronnie begs, but still he thrusts. She is still wet and her cries are clearly not from pain. He growls, tightening his embrace, his face a sneer of pleasure and effort. He is going to push her through, to give her the orgasm he can sense twisting her up.

  Ronnie can feel her orgasm wash over her, crushing her under its weight like a tidal wave as she drowns in pleasure. She begins to struggle, slapping and scratching as she is consumed by pleasure she can’t accept. She grabs a handful of Ryker’s hair as she shudders uncontrollably, pulling hard, knowing she is hurting him but unable to stop.

  As she thrashes and moans, she rears up out of his embrace, her face a twisted mask of anguish, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she flails, her hands slapping at him and the bed, grasping and pulling as she battles through the pleasure. And still he thrusts.

  Ronnie wails out one long, inhuman sound before her orgasmic thrashing subsides and she collapses back into his chest. Never in the history of womankind has anyone come any harder than she just has. To do so would surely kill them. She lies still, panting, listening to Ryker’s bellow like gaps… and she begins to giggle.

  Ryker stops his thrusting. He is exhausted and needs a moment to catch his breath… not to mention forestall the orgasm that was trying to take him. Her thrashing and moaning in orgasm had excited him at a very deep level and he wouldn’t have lasted much longer. As she begins to giggle, moving up to kiss him, he smiles.

  “Did you come?” Ronnie asks as she slides up, needing to feel his lips on hers.

  “No,” Ryker whispers just as her lips close over his.

  They kiss, long, slow and erotically. Ronnie isn’t sure she has anything left to give Ryker tonight, not after that earth shattering orgasm he has just given her. But as Ryker begins to move, she knows she may be spent, but she’s not finished, and still has more to give.

  As she pulls back from the kiss she staggers to her feet, giggling again at her own unsteadiness as she reaches for him, pulling him to his feet beside her. “Are you okay?” Ryker asks with a chuckle as he steadies her.

  Ronnie giggles again. “Oh God, yes!” she says as she flops back onto Ryker’s bed and holds her hands up, inviting him into her embrace. “So much better than just okay! I feel fucking fantastic!”

  He settles into her arms, entering her once more, growling softly in the pleasure of his passage before bending down and taking her lips.

  She smiles as he enters
her, his gasping growl of pleasure one of the sexiest sounds she has ever heard. She allows him to kiss her a moment, enjoying the feel of his lips on hers, but then she pushes him up and away. “Look at me,” she orders softly. “I want you to watch me. I want to see you come.”

  Ryker pushes up onto his hands as he begins to thrust, looking deep into Ronnie’s eyes. Her eyes drift partially closed as he begins to move, her lips forming a half smile as she begins to suck softly on her bottom lip, her hands stroking his sides.

  “That’s it,” Ronnie coos softly, moving with him. “I want to watch you when you come. Can you come for me? Please come… I want you to come… please come…”

  Her words are having their effect, baiting his orgasm and drawing it near. “Are you going to come again?” he asks softly.

  “No…” she breathes quietly. “But I want you to. I want to see your face as you come.”

  He begins to thrust harder, driving himself to orgasm. Ronnie’s hands are everywhere, on his back, his arms, his sides, grasping his hair. He grunts as he feels his climax beginning to form.

  She hears Ryker’s soft grunt of pleasure. “Fight it!” she says softly, knowing the harder he fights his orgasm the harder it will be when it finally overwhelms him. “Don’t stop, but fight it! I want to watch you fight it until you come.”

  He can feel his breath become labored as he thrusts hard into Ronnie. She is twisting him up with her words, urging him to his release while demanding he fight against it at the same time. He feels a spasm pass through him and he grunts again, fighting the approaching orgasm.

  “That’s it baby. Harder, but fight it,” she breathes.

  “I’m going to come,” Ryker finally gasps out, sweat beginning to drip from his body.

  She feels a droplet of sweat fall from his face, striking her on the shoulder. She’s not going to come again, but this has to be the sexist game she has ever played. “No… don’t stop… but don’t come. Not yet.”

  He tries, but he can’t hold against the pleasure any longer. “I can’t…” he cries, his voice strained as he struggles for control.

  “Come for me baby,” Ronnie sighs, watching as his face twists in savage pleasure as he grunts hard, driving his hips into her in a final vicious thrust before grunting softly several times, then slowly settling into her embrace. As he lowers himself Ronnie wipes at his sweat-covered face, smiling at the way he makes her feel. She pulls her legs up, wrapping them around his hips, and pulls him tight.

  Ryker lies lightly on Ronnie, supporting most of his weight on elbows and knees, waiting for his breathing to slow. “That wasn’t very nice,” he finally murmurs into her neck.

  Ronnie giggles, feeling more alive than she has ever felt in her life. “No. It wasn’t. But it was fun. I enjoyed it. Didn’t you?”

  Ryker chuckles. “It ended well.”

  Ronnie giggles again. She probably sounds like some bubbly teenager, but she doesn’t care. She pushes him up and begins to pepper his face with quick kisses. “Get up. We’re getting dressed and going back to my room. This bed is too small.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Ryker wakes up the next morning in the most pleasant way possible, with Ronnie’s lips dancing across his own. With a groan and a stretch he surrounds her with his arms and pulls her down for a proper kiss.

  “It’s about time you woke up,” she says playfully as they break the kiss. “We have to get in our pre-workout workout.” She rolls off of his chest and opens her legs to him. He moves to pleasure her with his mouth but she intercepts the motion, pulling him to her. “No. Just take me.” She can’t believe how insatiable she feels. It’s been barely three hours since he had positively devastated her in his room, and she can’t wait to have his cock inside her again. Kenneth was good for maybe three tumbles a week, which was fine with her at the time. But Ryker, a full ten years younger than Kenneth, seems ready, willing, and able to go anytime she wants. She had been worried about him being almost eight years younger than her, but now, she’s glad he is… because she is going to try to wear his ass out. Three times a week isn’t often enough with Ryker. Not nearly often enough.

  He enters her with a slow easy motion, his gasp of pleasure mingling with hers. He looks into her face as he begins to move and she is glowing in the dim light of the room.

  They move together for several minutes, Ronnie quickly ramping up to first one orgasm, then another. They are nothing like the mind benders she had last night but they are damn pleasant indeed. As she relaxes out of her second orgasm, Ryker allows his orgasm to overcome him and his hips slowly coast to a stop as they giggle and kiss.

  “I can’t remember the last time I had a quickie in the morning,” she says as they kiss and play. “But we need to do it more often.” She bites him gently on the nose, laughing as his face scrunches.

  He feels a flash of warmth, of hope, at her choice of words. He would very much like to do this more often, but he says nothing, electing to kiss her playfully on the lips again to indicate his approval of the idea.

  They snuggle, kiss, and laugh for about an hour until Ronnie’s alarm goes off. “Time for our second workout of the morning,” Ryker says, giving her one more quick kiss before rolling over and sitting up on the edge of the bed.

  “Yeah. I’ve lost a pound already from working out with you. But this workout sure isn’t going to be as much fun as the first.”

  He smiles in agreement. “No. But better for you.”

  “I don’t know about that. I’m feeling pretty wonderful right now,” she says, kissing him on the back of neck as he begins to dress.

  ***

  They hit the weights, working hard, building up a good sweat. Ronnie seems to be burning with an inner power as she pushes and pulls more weight than ever before, gritting her teeth and groaning in effort.

  “Push it, Ronnie! Get it up there!” Ryker encourages from his spotter position before taking the bar from her and sitting it in the rest.

  “Damn,” she pants. “You’re killing me!”

  “You’re doing great! This is the second time in a week you’ve upped the weight. But don’t push too hard or you’re going to start tearing stuff up.” He sneaks a quick kiss before moving the weight pin and taking his place on the machine. As she moves to spot, he takes several deep breaths before lifting the bar off the rest. She is great for his workout as well. Having her watch makes him push harder. His smile disappears and becomes a grimace as he pushes the bar up the first time. It never hurts to try and impress a pretty lady.

  ***

  After a shower in his own room, and breakfast with Ronnie, Ryker leaves the compound with a couple of the local spooks to check out some of Baltasar’s information. Riding along in the back of the SUV he has time to contemplate his life. One thing is for sure: if he spends the night with Ronnie tonight, he is taking a change of clothes with him. He practically had a woody just thinking about Ronnie’s soapy body this morning while he showered. Maybe tomorrow they will have a post-workout workout… in the shower. But beyond the physical, there is the emotional. He knows he should be concentrating on the mission, even now, here, in the back of this SUV, but he is thinking about her instead. If he is honest with himself, that’s all he thinks about in his spare time. And has been for the last few days. The turning point was when he snatched her back from her would-be kidnappers. He feels responsible for all those under his care, but he has never felt the fear he felt when she was pulled back from the edge of the roof before she could jump to safety.

  There is no doubt that he is falling in love with her. Considering that this is a first for him, it is an interesting experience. He smiles, watching out of the side glass as Beirut streams past his window, and thinks of Ronnie.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  “Where are they?” Ryker shouts at the man as the CIA agent pushes him back. Ryker tries to dart around him, going for the man again, but the agent gets in front of him just in time, pushing him back once more.

  “Y
ou better tell us what you know,” the second agent urges quietly. “I’m not sure how much longer we can keep him under control. You know how crazy some Americans can get,” the CIA agent says. He’s a Lebanese… by way of New Jersey.

  They had worked out the plan on the way to the first meet. Ryker is playing the crazy American, and the two CIA agents, both of Middle East descent, the more rational and reasonable locals. Because Ryker is usually the biggest guy in the room, the ploy has proven surprisingly effective, playing on the fears and prejudices that many have about the unpredictable Americans.

  “I didn’t know why they wanted the equipment!” the man says, nearly cowering before Ryker’s rage. “I just import the stuff! Lots of labs use this type of equipment. Legitimate labs! Why would I even ask?”