Warriors,Winners & Wicked Lies: 13 Book Excite Spice Military, Sports & Secret Baby Mega Bundle (Excite Spice Boxed Sets)

by Selena Kitt

  She’d started learning the pressures he felt he was under and how he was dealing with them. Evaluation of this sort of trauma was a process, not an event. For now, she wanted to talk to Paul. She wanted to see his reaction to her after their weekend. If it was positive… well, she wasn’t entirely sated yet.

  When he got home, Trevor considered his day’s work. He’d watched Tina when she stomped off indignantly after he’d kissed her. Her strong reaction was a good sign that underneath the organized exterior was a bit of molten chaos. He guessed she was feeling things she didn’t even know were there to be felt. If he hadn’t scared her off completely then he might have put the germ of an idea in her cute little head. More to the point, if he’d been successful, he’d put a twinge of desire in her, inflamed a fire that been smoldering. He’d watch that fire, bank it so it didn’t go out until it was time to let it blaze.

  She was furious with him, of course. Outraged. He didn’t much care what she thought about him. How she responded to him, whether it fueled the uncontrollable passion he sensed was what mattered. He’d been surprised at how close to the surface desire bubbled inside her. He wanted to touch it, and he’d begun to think it wouldn’t be as hard to open the floodgates as he’d thought at first. He doubted he was wrong about her discontent, and its existence worked in his favor.

  Another surprise was Diane. She was hotter than he’d expected, hotter than the woman he’d spotted at the reception seemed to be. Of course the Officer’s Club was hardly a wonderful romantic spot that would illuminate the romantic, the erotic in people, but still…

  She hadn’t minded his teasing either. She’d gotten the upper hand in that exchange and that was okay. As desirable as she was, getting her to sign off on his papers far was more important than scoring with her. He’d move slow and careful. There might be a chance for both before they were done.

  She was sharp, she paid attention. She hadn’t needed to work hard to take his measure from his body language—he’d gotten hard the moment he sat down. Just being that close to her was all it took. If her games were drawn out, he’d deal with it. It would give him the chance to take her measure too. And if he saw an opportunity, well bedding her would make her look at him in a new light, and he was sure she’d be a wildcat. She had a molten core too. Most women did, and drilling down and finding it was a wonderful past time.

  In the meantime, he’d gotten worked up and wanted some sport. Naturally his thoughts turned to the darling redheaded Frieda. All things being equal, going for the one close at hand made sense and Frieda was good enough that he didn’t feel like he was settling for anything but the best. Of course, if another fine female came along, keeping his eyes open for alternatives was only good tactics.

  He went out into the area he’d started calling the social zone, the space around the pool where people gathered. He’d seen a fair number of luscious wives, single women, of various races, creeds, and colors, reminding him of a box of mixed chocolates and he was in a mood to taste something different. Normally the social zone was a great place to see and meet them, but today it was deserted. Not a bikini-clad hot female in sight. It was midday and midweek to boot, but even so, this was disappointing. He went back to his apartment, ditched his uniform and put on a pair of shorts.Then, grabbing a beer from the refrigerator, he headed to Frieda’s apartment.

  All of the apartments had patios facing toward the pool. Hers was deserted. The good news was that the back door was open. He walked up and knocked.

  “C’mon in.” The voice was sweet and feminine, but clearly not Frieda’s. It had to be Dorothy.

  He went in to find Dorothy stretched out on the couch in the living room with a big book, a hardcover, that looked serious. She wore a shirt that was tied under her breasts and short shorts. He’d forgotten how nice her legs were—long and shapely. Even her rather large feet didn’t detract and the way she had them crossed was very sexy from where he stood. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I was checking in to see if Frieda was around.”

  She looked at him as if he’d said something suspicious and then smiled. “Well she’s not here at the moment. Sit down and take a load off. I’d offer you a drink, but you’ve already taken care of that, I see.” Amused by her banter, he sank into a chair. His first impression had been that she didn’t like him. But now… “You look like you had a rough day at the office.”

  He sat in a chair that gave him a good view of the curve of her thigh, where it disappeared under the fabric of her shorts. “Not really rough, more tedious, and hardly at the office. I don’t have one these days. I don’t really rate or need one. Marionettes don’t do paperwork.”

  She put down the book, setting it on the floor with the dust jacket tucked into it to mark her place. “A marionette? Is that how you see yourself?”

  He grinned. “That’s the image that popped into my head. I think I feel a bit like I woke to find myself playing in some game. I can see the ball coming my way, but when I try to make a play, my hands and feet don’t respond, they even move in different directions than I was trying to move them. I look up and see someone over me who has strings in their hand that lead down to my hands and feet. When I try to complain, well that’s when I learn there more strings controlling my jaw.”

  “That makes for a spooky dream sequence.”

  He grinned. “I get that way on my own, and my therapist assaulted me with metaphors this afternoon.”

  “And does this metaphor have any correlation to a world I might know?”

  “Because I’m a closet superhero as well as a marionette, they assigned me to a detail where I show up and be seen. They, the powers that be, assume I’ll be thrilled to dress up and get out to preach the gospel, and that because I got my ass shot up in combat, the audience will want to listen. They even gave me a puppet master to move my arms and legs around in a prescribed manner to make me dance while I preach.”

  “You don’t sound even remotely thrilled at the prospect of rallying support for your country soldier.” Her smile was almost a sneer.

  “I’m not even sure the gospel is reasonable any more, much less true.”

  “Shit, that’s life. You either put up with it and enjoy the rewards they offer or jump out of the box they put you in and settle for what you scratch up for yourself.”

  “Is that what you did? Jump out of the box?”

  “In a manner of speaking. Out of the box and into uncertainty.”

  “And that’s bad?”

  “No, but that’s why, at the point in my life where I should have arrived… someplace, I’m sharing a small apartment with my old college roommate, Frieda. That’s why, after years of suffering the ups and downs of life, enduring the trials and tribulations, we find ourselves sharing an entire apartment and working part time jobs. Oh how far we’ve come.” The infectious nature of her laughter made him smile.

  “It isn’t how far you’ve come that should matter.”

  “No? What does then oh master of fortune cookie wisdom? How should I measure my progress along whatever the journey is? For that matter, how do I even decide if I’m headed for a destination or just on an endless walkabout and probably going in circles.”

  He considered the question, enjoying how seriously she took his comments. “I’d say that if you make the journey enjoyable, if it gives you something you want, then none of the rest matters. You’re doing okay.”

  She grinned. “So you are no philosopher king. I can tell. I throw you the softball question and you knock a cliche out of the park. You can do better than that. You take a turn now. Tell me where your superhero marionette journey is taking you and what happiness it brings you.”

  “Okay. The way I see it, in my case, and I’m a special case, as we all are, I don’t think I’m going anywhere in particular. That’s okay with me. My problem isn’t that or what I want, but what I can get and whether that will make me happy.”

  As he talked, Trevor let his eyes roamed over Dorothy’s long legs. These were leg
s he’d never caressed, and his gaze followed them up to a most desirable body. Gazing led to thinking, and the most significant thought was that he wanted her. When he glanced at her face again he saw Dorothy was smiling at him. He had been weighing the rest of his answer and the understanding behind her smile upset him. She knew his game. That didn’t mean she was teasing him, but somehow it undermined him, made his anger flare up again.

  She scowled.“Is that supposed to be an answer?”

  “Probably not. But you asked, and it was what I could think of offhand. Besides, looking at you made me aware of just how intense and powerful my short-term desires can be.”

  She licked her lips. “I understand. It might be that having a long-term focus, being too concerned with the final outcome, could distract a person from more important matters of the moment.”

  “Yes.” His breathing had grown erratic; his arousal had to be obvious to her. She was clearly enjoying herself. “And where does understanding the power of the here and now to distract us lead?”

  His gaze was on her face now. He’d asked her permission to move fast and he saw a glint in her eye that told her she understood clearly. “I suppose that depends. You’re the one who said the journey should be enjoyable.” A taunting smile crossed her lips. “I think you believe that makes you a bad boy? But bad boys don’t usually wait until they know where things are leading before they act, do they?”

  The defiance in her voice aroused him more, urged him on. He leaned forward and grabbed her ankle, uncrossing her legs as he moved over to the couch to sit beside her, putting one of her legs behind him and the other on his lap. She looked at him, her eyes bright, and rubbed her calf over the bulge of his hard cock. The fire that lit her eyes increased in intensity as he pulled her closer, letting go of her ankle and running his hand up her leg, over the flesh of her inner thigh to where he could slip his fingers under the hem of her shorts. The tips of his fingers found the tender flesh of her pussy—she wasn’t wearing any panties—and caressed them for a moment before he pulled his hand out to let it move to undo the snap, seize the zipper and pull it down.

  Exposing Dorothy’s pussy lips to his view, he reveled in how wonderfully swollen they were and he put a finger in his mouth and wet in, then lay it in the sweet opening, watching it sink between her nether lips and meet the tender flesh inside. She moaned and wiggled her hips as she unbuttoned her blouse, baring her breasts, and taking them in her hands and fondling them as Trevor began to work two fingers inside the tight opening of her cunt.

  The sight of her writhing under his caresses delighted him, told him that, for now, he could make her do anything. She was a pleasure seeker and if he made her come, he would own her, for a time at least. And he wanted to make her come, but he wanted his cock inside her when it happened, so he could feel her body convulse when pleasure took her completely.

  “Get these shorts down your hips,” he hissed and she let go of those luscious orbs and grabbed the waistband of her shorts, putting her foot on the couch to raise her hips and pulled them down. As her ass rose, he buried his fingers inside her, fucking her with them and rubbing her clit with his thumb until she moaned. “Not yet, Dorothy. When I’m inside you, then you can come,” he told her, removing his hand.

  With her shorts around her ankles, he raised her legs, bending them back, exposing her to his touch in a different way. He bent his face down, smelling the warm smells of her arousal, and then licking her pussy, hearing her long, low moan of pleasure as his tongue parted her pussy and wet the soft interior folds. The taste of her pussy intoxicated him and he rammed fingers into her. She writhed, and sang out something unintelligible and delicious to his ears.

  Then he raised up, his face wet with her fevered arousal. He held her there while he undid his pants, then moved up, letting her legs press against his shoulders, his movement tipping her pelvis upward to meet his rigid cock. An electric shock jolted him as the tip of his cock touched her cunt. He reached down to open her, to work his way into her, feeling her cunt capture him in moist and warm embrace. It was heaven and he sank into her, his weight driving her legs back to her chest and his hard shaft into her. He gripped her bare ass, his fingers in the crack of her ass, holding tight as he began to thrust into her, their bodies moving together, locked in this passionate coupling.

  Her breath was ragged and he took her slowly, making sure to withdraw almost entirely before driving into her again, letting himself feel the contours of her interior, letting her be aware of every inch of his cock as it traveled through that warm channel.

  “Oh fuck, Trevor,” she cried out. “Fuck me hard now.”

  And he did, shaking the couch with the fury of his thrusts, driving into her as deep as he could, feeling her body quivering with the pleasure of it. She was breathing through her mouth in hot gasps that accented his deep penetration of her body. “I’m…” she cried and her body seemed to vibrate in every direction, squeezing his cock, pulsing around it, and making him lose control, drawing his attention down to nothing but the intersection of their flesh—the place where his body emptied into hers. He was the stream emptying into the reservoir that was her.

  “Fuck,” he sighed, collapsing on her, then easing her legs down, kissing them.

  “My husband used to please me like that,” she said softly in the dark.

  They lay on their sides, his arm around her, her back warm against his chest and the soft flesh of her ass a comfortable pillow covering his crotch. “I didn’t know you were married.”

  “For a short happy few months I believed I had everything I ever wanted from life. That man was a hot and horny son of a bitch and loved to fuck me until we couldn’t move. I think we loved each other madly. That’s only memory, of course.”

  “Sound wonderful. The what…”

  “He went off to war. Sound familiar? Only when he came back it wasn’t the same. He didn’t become a hero, whatever that truly means, but he saw a lot of combat, and God knows what else he saw because he came back a shell of the man he’d been. Something that happened over there, or coming back, I don’t know, took all the man out of him. He tried to come back to me, tried to remember who he’d been, and what we’d had, but it didn’t happen. They’d sucked the life out of him. Fuck them, whoever they are. Doesn’t matter if it was the enemy, or our side, maybe just whatever he saw… but, as he put it, the life force was gone. His heart, mind, and balls were all empty.”

  “What happened?”

  “After months of misery, he left me. He came back, did a month or so and then the Army let him out. He had no money or prospects; he was just a returning vet with few marketable skills. He’d been a janitor and his old boss gave him his job back as a friendly and patriotic gesture. Even that was beyond. I think he couldn’t see the point to anything. Finally he quit to save his boss the trouble of firing him. Since he was on a roll, he decided to go away to save me the trouble of throwing him out. I woke up one morning and he was gone. I haven’t heard a word since.”

  “Didn’t the Army try to help him?”

  “I don’t know. He wouldn’t talk about any of it, not what had happened, what happened when he came back, or even why he didn’t re-enlist. I don’t know if he understood any of it, or if he even cared. He was lost to himself even more than me. My teaching job was just part time, and I needed to get on my feet. Frieda was just getting by and invited me to move in and share expenses.” She licked Trevor’s shoulder, a long sexy kiss. “And now we seem to be sharing men too.”

  Trevor could picture what had happened to her husband. Not the specifics, but he’d seen men shell shocked in a variety of ways and the coping mechanisms, as Diane had called it, the ways they had for disguising it take a dozen forms. He couldn’t know, but it seemed that goal was always the same—wanting to avoid the shame of not being macho enough, of caving in under pressure. It was insidious. They’d been given an incredible assortment of tools and training to help them kill the enemy and survive combat, but nothin
g that would help them deal with the trauma of doing it and then going home. They said nothing, didn’t complain, and no one thought to look into their eyes. So men like this one slipped out unnoticed, able to hide their disability and yet unable to cope with life. And they unraveled, turning up in shopping malls looking for day work, with cardboard signs announcing they were veterans.

  “That was years ago now,” she said. “I couldn’t help him, and felt bad about that, but he wouldn’t let me. And he couldn’t fuck me, much less love me.” She reached a thin arm around him and her hand found his cock. As she enveloped it with her long fingers, it grew and he wanted her again. “I don’t care if you can love me, but it seems you can fuck me. Again.” Her wet lips pressed against his ear. “Take me hard, Trevor. Any way you want me. Take possession of this body.”

  He turned to face her, to kiss her passionately, to explore her mouth with his tongue. He understood her. The pain of failure didn’t go away quickly or easily, but passion could overwhelm it, at least for a time. He could own her body for those blissful moments and they would help each other.

  He put her on her stomach and lay on her. His cock throbbed now, ached to be inside her, and she would resist him. He knew that too. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands over her head, then used one large hand to pin them together against the bed. His free hand held his cock on target as his knees pressed in between those soft thighs and he entered her from behind, skewering her pussy. She struggled, squirmed under him as he grabbed her leg and pressed his thick cock into her hot and still wet pussy. Then he lay on her and put his lips to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you, bitch and I want to feel you come like you’ve never come before. I’m going to let go of your wrists now and I want one hand on your cunt, playing with your clit while I fuck you.” Then he raised his torso, releasing her hands and using his hands to raise her ass, getting her on her knees. “Play with your clit, bitch.” He slapped her ass a stinging blow and she cried out. Then she slowly put her hand on her pussy and as she touched it he moved slowly, filling her with his cock then slowly retreating, wanting to take her with an awareness of every bit of that sweet cunt. “I’m mapping the terrain of your cunt and when you are doing what I told you I’ll take you hard.”