Call of Duty [Class of '93 Trilogy Book 3]

by Felicia Forella

  With his zipper biting at his cock, he shoved his jeans to the floor, but not before he retrieved a condom from his wallet. He only had one on him, his emergency just-in-case-he-managed-to-get-lucky rubber and oh had he hit the jackpot tonight, so he had to get this right the first time.

  He laughed and she squealed when he picked her up and positioned her in the middle of the bed. Following her down, he stretched out beside her. She sighed as his cock bumped her hip. Propping himself up on his elbow, he indulged in another long look at Casey, so sexy, so ready, in the shadows playing over her skin. He brushed his fingers over her collarbone and down between her breasts then flattened his hand just above her tight curls. After a pause to tamp down his raging desire, he draped her leg over his thigh, opening her up to him. The musky scent of aroused woman reached him and threatened his tenuous control.

  Leaning down, he ate at her kiss-swollen lips, poured his pent-up passion into the contact. Her moan tickled at his lips and drew on his sense of satisfaction, of making this good for her. When her tongue traced his lower lip before she sucked on it, it was his turn to groan. She matched him step for step, ratcheting up the heat until he was positive she'd scorch him when he finally thrust inside her body. Deepening the kiss, he fanned the flames higher yet, testing the heights they could reach. He licked inside her mouth, absorbing her taste, a hint of toothpaste and an overwhelming bite of desire. He couldn't get enough. He'd never get enough.

  A whimper reached his ears, barely audible over the beating of his heart, as he pulled away from Casey's mouth and trailed kisses over her jaw to her ear. He nibbled on the lobe and whispered in her ear, “I want you.” Her body shuddered as he traced the line of her neck with his lips. She tasted so good, he wanted more.

  Shifting his body, he cupped her breast in his hand, drawing the nipple to him. Licking all around the tempting flesh, he avoided the puckered areola and nipple. He teased her, kissing all around the sensitive skin, but avoided what she wanted most. She arched her back, wiggled, pushed on the back of his head, all in a vain effort to draw his lips to her tip. Instead, he varied his touch and kept her off balance.

  Casey screamed when he finally flicked his tongue over the straining peak. Her back arched, almost dislodging him from his quest. He sucked deep, drawing another cry from her, and savored the feel of her nipple rolling between his lips. As he turned his attention to the neglected breast, he slid his hand over her belly. Her legs parted as his fingers tangled in the dark curls. He dipped between her legs to find her pussy hot and wet and ready. His cock surged, so full it hurt, and demanded he take her.

  Not yet.

  Paying special attention to her clit, he continued to lave at her nipple. Her warm breath blew across his cheek and neck, her fingers tangled in his hair. The tension thrumming through her body and the sexy sounds she made kept his own passion at an almost unbearable level. When her body twitched in relief, her cry echoing in his ear, he fought not to join her in her release. Wouldn't that be embarrassing? To shoot off against her leg. He held her close as her body calmed, willing his own to do the same. Christ, he could pull nine g's and still crack jokes but this one woman in the throes of an orgasm about did him in.

  When she was breathing normally, he grabbed the condom and settled between her thighs. Just being cradled intimately felt like heaven. Penetration might actually kill him. What a way to go. Settling back on his haunches, he paused before rolling on protection, giving her one last chance to change her mind. Locking his gaze with hers, he was almost undone by the passion he saw there.

  She reached up and snatched the foil packet from his fingers and ripped it open. Lust turned to a wicked gleam as she positioned the latex disc at the head of his cock. Each stroke of her hands heated his already overloaded nerves. She continued to knead the turgid flesh even after completely sheathing him. Watching her delicate fingers stroke him was better than any porno movie he'd ever seen.

  Grabbing her wrist, he stilled her movements before he exploded. So much for cooling off. This woman had the power to knock him back to his adolescent school-boy days. Once he settled her hands on his hips, he nudged the head of his cock inside her. He bit his cheek and counted to ten, then pushed about half of his now clamoring appendage into her warm, welcoming pussy. When her hands clutched at his hips, he allowed himself to sink balls deep. They both moaned.

  Good, freaking, God. She fit him perfectly, like his favorite pair of driving gloves. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper and eradicating all rational thought. Instinct drove him as he pounded into her body, spurred on by the sound of flesh meeting flesh and the sexy noises she made. He felt his balls draw up and his orgasm tickle at the base of his spine. Not gonna happen, not yet, not until he brought Casey to her second orgasm. Running through a mental pre-flight checklist, he slid his hand between their bodies until he found her clit. He timed the flicks of his thumb to the thrusts of his hips.

  She dug her heels into his ass as she slammed her body into his, increasing the tempo. Her erotic moans grew louder and her hands clutched at his biceps. If she'd had nails, she'd have left marks.

  And then he felt it. Her body began to convulse, her internal muscles began to squeeze his cock. She screamed out his name as she came, taking him with her. The tickle shot like lightening up and down his spine, then focused in his cock. His body pulsed, each thrust a release, as he emptied himself. With one final powerful thrust, he collapsed on top of Casey.

  He quickly rolled to his back, pulling her with him so she sprawled on his chest. His last conscious that was that he could get damn used to this.

  * * * *

  The soft whisper of Casey's voice dragged Chad from a sweet dream, one where she'd been perched over his hips, his cock in her mouth. He hoped to make that dream a reality in short order.

  "Hi, Jan. No, I'm fine. It's just that I didn't get much sleep last night. No, I'm not sick. But I really need to crawl back into bed for a while."

  Bed, shower, couch, he didn't give a rat's ass as long as he got to fuck Casey again. Once was definitely not enough. Except that he needed to run out for condoms before they could do that. Shit.

  "Thanks so much for keeping Jackson for me."

  Ah, man, he'd forgotten about the little dude. Maybe this afternoon they'd all take a stroll down on the Strip. After he indulged himself with Casey again.

  "Good morning.” Casey strolled back into the bedroom, looking sexy as hell in spite of the fact that she'd put her nightshirt back on. Not that it mattered because he'd have it off her in a heartbeat.

  "Good morning.” He patted the bed next to him.

  "I just bought us a little time."

  "I heard."

  "Not all day. I have the day off and I want to spend it with Jackson."

  "I'd never dream of keeping you away from him. If you'd rather go get him now?” Please, please, please, let her say no.

  "I'd rather take care of this first.” When she wrapped her hand around his cock, his eyes crossed.

  "We're, I—” Her magical hand robbed him of speech. “No condoms."

  "We don't need them for what I have in mind.” Her hand continued to rub and squeeze from his balls all the way to the tip. She tugged the sheet down, exposing his hard cock to the morning air and her wide-eyed gaze. Her tongue licked at her lips as she stared, causing him to twitch. “Either you're really well-endowed or the ex was woefully inadequate."

  He knew the ex didn't measure up, for more reasons than just his size, but he didn't want her thinking about that now, not when she was eyeing him up like fresh meat. But, hey, if she wanted to think he was hung, who was he to argue?

  She trailed her fingers back up and down from his balls to the tip, where she swiped at the drop of pre-cum with her index finger. When she sucked on the digit, he groaned. She studied him before she spoke again. “I mean, you're what? Eight, nine inches?"

  Eight and a quarter, measured by a girlfriend from back in the Academy days.
But who was counting? He was more proud of his girth. Her fingers didn't touch as she stroked up and down. Her other hand dropped between his legs to fondle his balls. All she had to do now was...

  Oh, God. He almost bit his tongue when she leaned over and covered the head of his cock with warm, wet kisses. He'd thought nothing could feel better than sinking deep into her tight, willing pussy, but this was damn close. He heard ringing in his ears as she opened her mouth and took him in.

  Except it wasn't pleasure causing the noise. It was the damn phone.

  "I have to get that.” She smiled sadly as she backed off the bed.

  Shitfuckdamn. Of course she did, it might be about Jackson. He'd never expect her to put him over her son. Still, it didn't mean it didn't bite big hairy monkey balls.

  By the time she came back to the room, Little Chad was decidedly smaller than when she'd left and feeling very sorry for himself. Based by the look on her face, he wasn't going to feel better any time soon.

  "That was the police. They need me to come in and give a statement."

  "I thought they took care of that last night."

  "Me, too. Apparently they need something in writing and I need to sign it. I'm going to take a quick shower and get dressed."

  "Fine, then we can go together.” There was no way in hell he'd let her go alone and possibly come face to face with the ex. If that made him seem protective, so be it.

  "You don't need to—"

  "I want to be there for you. Besides, they're probably calling my place, looking for me.” That sounded like a reasonable excuse. Infinitely more reasonable than the possibility that he wasn't ready to let her out of his sight.

  She blushed. Thanks to her t-shirt, he didn't know if her breasts turned the same lovely color as her cheeks. He intended to find out. Soon.

  "I should only be about ten minutes.” She turned for the door.

  Damn, he wanted nothing more than to follow her into the bathroom and help her in the shower, soap up his hands and run them all over her body until ... Not a good idea. Especially not when the fine detectives of the North Las Vegas Police Department were waiting for them. Grabbing his jeans from the bedroom floor, he made his way to the living room to get dressed then turned on the Sunday morning political news talk shows. Anything to keep from thinking about Casey, naked.

  The words “Cancuen,” “terrorist ties,” and “American position” did one helluva job distracting him. Preoccupied as he'd been the past couple of days, he'd missed Antonio's latest saber rattling. No doubt, the man was jockeying for attention before a top American fighter pilot defected with the military's newest weapon. Shit, that could only mean Ramos planned to make his move soon. At this point in time, only General Covington, the Secretary of the Air Force, the Secretary of Defense, and the President knew this defection was the “American position."

  For two years, Chad had been building a relationship with first Miguel Ramos, and then with his son, Antonio, when Miguel was killed going after the man who put him in jail. Chad had strengthened the bond with Ramos by providing him with information about that man, Aiden Greene. He'd leaked enough details to keep Ramos on Greene's tail, but not enough to get Greene, or the Air Force Security Agency officer assigned to protect him, Major Erika Dalton-now-Greene, killed.

  Damn woman. He needed to stay far away from her. She was too smart for everyone's own good in this instance. She suspected something and was a wild card they couldn't afford to have in play.

  He'd finally managed to convince Antonio of his disillusionment and desire to strike back at the country that had taken so much from him. As far as Antonio knew, Chad blamed anyone and everyone for his beloved Brenda's death.

  If this plan worked, he'd eradicate the wannabe terrorist organization, and if he were super lucky, maybe find some links to Middle Eastern terrorists. He'd be picked up by US forces and come home to a hero's welcome. If this turned into one huge cluster fuck, he'd be branded a traitor, officially not acknowledged, and stuck in the hellhole known as Cancuen until they killed him. He had no doubt Antonio would do just that once Chad destroyed the jet, because there was no way Chad would ever allow the terrorist group that kind of power.

  Casey stepped into the living room, a vision in a long skirt and a t-shirt. “I'm ready when you are."

  Dammit all, this harebrained scheme had to work. He had Casey to come home to.

  Casey stood at the edge of the living room, watching. Chad looked so right, sitting there on her couch, watching television. She had to shake away the thought. They'd spent one night together. That was it. He'd flat out told her that he couldn't or wouldn't make a commitment, which one didn't matter. She accepted that. She had no business thinking this was anything but a pleasurable interlude. Oh, damn, had it been pleasurable.

  Up until last night, Brian had been the only man she'd made love with. Not having any basis of comparison, she'd thought their love life had been adequate and mostly satisfying. Brian hadn't agreed and had made that crystal clear when he left her.

  Based on her one encounter, so far, with Chad, she hadn't been the problem, Brian had. Chad had been nothing short of amazing. Her heart raced and her panties grew damp just thinking about sex with Chad. She'd learned a lesson, all right, not all men were created equal. Not in size and not in how they used it.

  So she'd just keep her heart out of the way and enjoy the ride.

  Ride ... her on top...

  "I'm all set. Let's go."

  She looked up to see Chad standing in front of her, an amused look on his face, as if he knew what she was thinking. “I could go for a cup of coffee. Whaddaya say we grab one on our way there?"

  "Anything you want, darlin', anything at all.” He brushed a light kiss across her lips then headed for the door.

  What she wanted was to drag him back to bed, finish what they'd been doing when rudely interrupted, and see where that led or might lead. She'd have to settle for watching his mighty fine jean-clad butt as he walked out the door to meet North Las Vegas’ finest. Talk about Las Vegas’ finest...

  * * * *

  Two hours after that intrusive phone call, Casey sat in the passenger seat of the Corvette as Chad cruised back to the apartment complex, the top of the convertible down and the unpleasant task behind them. The detective in charge of the investigation had needed their statements to forward to the authorities at Brian's new assignment and wanted to make sure they had them in hand before they had to release him. His arraignment was scheduled for first thing Monday morning, but Brian's lawyer was trying to push for one this afternoon so he could report back to base first thing Monday. Which meant the detective had to put in hours on a Sunday.

  The wimp had been anxious to get on Casey's good side, in an effort, no doubt, to convince her to drop the charges. He promised to sign the divorce papers as soon as he returned to his apartment and even offered to pay child support. She'd barely been able to stomach the sight of him or their conversation.

  That was all behind them for now. Casey was content to allow the civilian authorities and the military authorities to deal with Brian. She'd put her lawyer on alert, just in case Brian kept his word.

  She needed to pick up Jackson. “You can just drop me off at Jan's, if you don't mind.” She waited for Chad to complain. Brian had always voiced his dislike for the amount of time consumed by their son.

  "Of course. I imagine you're anxious to see him."

  Hiding behind his aviator sunglasses, she only saw her reflection in the lenses, no hint of his emotions in those amazing hazel eyes. He didn't sound upset. “Yeah, I am.” She really needed to stop comparing the two men, who were as different as a lumbering bomber and a sleek fighter. She understood that now.

  "Listen, do you have to work tonight?” Chad pulled her focus back to him.

  "No, I have the night off."

  "If you don't have anything planned, I'd like to take you and Jackson down to the strip. I hear the pirate show at Treasure Island is something else."<
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  "It's also adult-themed, from what I've heard.” Is he for real? The man flat-out told her he wanted to keep the relationship casual but here he was; wanting to spend an evening with her and her son.

  "Well, I've heard there are also lions and tigers, no bears, loose on the strip. There are dancing fountains and exploding volcanoes and—"

  "And you're serious. You want to hang out with Jackson and me tonight."

  "Of course I do. I enjoy spending time with the little guy and I love spending time with his mother.” Stopped at a traffic light, he lifted his sunglasses and winked at her. Those expressive eyes of his told her exactly how much he loved spending time with her. The temperature rose ten degrees as she thought about how much she enjoyed being with him, too.

  "Okay, then. I'll check out some options."

  "Great.” He focused his attention on navigating the streets that led to their apartment complex.

  As he pulled up to the curb near Jan's, she opened her door and hopped out of the car. When she rounded the front of the Corvette, he stood waiting for her, his hands stuffed in his pockets. She poked at the gravel with the toe of her slip-on sandals as she pondered the appropriate way to say good-bye. Did she just say see ya? Did she give him a kiss? If she did give him a kiss, what kind? A peck on the cheek, or a quick brush on the lips? Her relationship skills were a bit rusty.

  "I'm thinking if you pick us up at around four, that'll give us a chance to do a couple of things and still get Jackson home in time for bed.” She hadn't felt this awkward since high school.