by Kayla Myles
“Jason, it wasn’t your fault. Please stop blaming yourself, it wasn’t your fault,” I said, repeating those words over and over and rubbing his back with my hand to try to calm him down. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and squeezed me tightly. I closed my eyes and continued comforting him until his sobbing stopped.
“Jason, I know you feel guilty, but don’t let Martin’s sacrifice be in vain by letting your pain consume you. He wouldn’t have wanted this for you. He saved you because he thought you were worth saving, just like you put your squad’s lives over your own,” I told him, and he let go and looked me in the eyes. I placed my hands on him before kissing his tear-stained cheeks.
“I know you don’t want to hear this, but I’m grateful to him for saving you. Because if he didn’t, I never would’ve met you. I never would’ve gotten to argue with you, to talk with you, to--,” my heart was beating so hard now, crashing against my ribcage so painfully that I thought it would burst. “I never would’ve went on a date with you the other night, or danced with you in the street, or kissed you the way I’ve always wanted to be kissed by a man since forever.”
The words spilled out of me like a word vomit, and I had never been more afraid of what reaction they could provoke. Jason’s face was unmoving, just staring at me like he couldn’t believe what I had just said, or admitted with so many words.
He still didn’t move an inch and the initial fear I felt was slowly replaced by anger. What the hell is he doing? Was he that fucking spooked?
He continued to stare at me, his eyes dry and his mouth shut, and I scowled. In for a penny, in for a pound. Maybe my next revelation would shock him back to his senses.
“Do you not understand what I just said, you asshole?!” I cried. “I think I’m fucking falling for you, and you’re not doing a damn thing!”
I raised my hand to slap him but he caught me by my wrist and then pinned me down on the bed with his hips, staring straight into my eyes.
“What would you like me to do, Veronica?” he asked, his velvet voice low and buttery, sending tingles down my spine and making me shiver. I swallowed and tried to regain my composure by looking away.
“I…I want to you tell me what you feel for me,” I said, trying to make my voice sound as demanding as possible. “You know, so we’re square.”
“I don’t think I’d be able to tell you,” he said, shaking his head. I turned my head to look back at him, opening my mouth to give him a snarky reply that became a surprised gasp as he pressed me down with his hips, making me feel his hardness through his pants on my thigh.
“But I can show you.”
Chapter 18
Jason
Her eyes widened in surprise as I kissed her, plunging into the sweet caverns of her mouth with my tongue and making her moan. I felt her hand start to caress my nape and I let go of her other hand so I could touch her breasts through the fabric of her shirt.
I fondled her breasts through her shirt before reaching for the hem and pulling them up slowly, revealing her skin inch by glorious inch. I inserted my fingers inside her bra until they brushed over her nipples lightly. I took the tip between my thumb and forefinger, tweaking them like a dial until they pebbled and stiffened up. I pinched it lightly and she bit my lip hard in response, enough to make me growl and kiss her harder. Her taste was intoxicating and I think I’d never be able to get enough of her.
I pulled away from her mouth and she whimpered in protest, her eyes looking at me like I’d just offended her severely. I grinned evilly and pinched her nipple again, making her arch her back and cry out.
“Take off your shirt. I want to suck your tits next,” I ordered. I fucking need to know if the rest of her body tasted sweet just like her mouth.
She pushed herself up and did as she was told, pulling her shirt over her head and then reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. I immediately placed my hands over her breasts, squeezing and fondling them with a combination of firmness and gentleness I never thought I possessed. I pressed her back down on the mattress and took her nipple in my mouth, biting it lightly with my teeth then soothing it with my tongue. I alternated between her breasts and she kept turning her head from side to side, unable to control herself from the pleasure coursing through her body.
I felt her hands crawling down my back until she caught hold of the hem of my shirt and she tried to pull it over me. I stopped feasting on her breasts and got up, pulling my shirt off and throwing it on the floor. I placed my hands on her stomach, letting my fingertips brush along her creamy skin until it reached the edge of her jeans. I pulled them off along with her panties until she was finally bare before me.
Her cheeks were flushed and her chocolate brown hair splayed on the bed like a crown. The rays of the sun entered through the window, reflecting on her skin and making her look like an otherworldly creature. She was so beautiful.
“You’re too overdressed,” she whispered, her eyes trailing down my chest until it focused on the tent forming in my pants.
I smirked and unsnapped the buttons of my jeans, pushing them past my hips then letting them fall down to the ground. Veronica moaned at the sight of my cock jutting proudly and she pulled herself up and took hold of my erection, making me hiss at the warmth of her hands.
She pumped her hands on my cock a few times and then she lowered her head and kissed the tip before sucking on the head. Fucking hell, her mouth feels so much better in reality.
She went lower, taking almost half of my cock into her mouth and then she moaned, the vibrations of her throat already reaching the tip of my cock. I tensed up and concentrated on stopping myself from coming. As much as I loved being in her mouth, I really wanted to come somewhere else. I pulled her higher onto the mattress so I could lift her legs over my shoulder and adjusted my cock so the head would brush against her core. I moved against her a little, teasing her with my length until she whimpered in protest.
“Stop teasing me, already!” she mewled, and her hand went down towards the apex of her thighs, her forefinger rubbing furiously at her clit and I groaned at the sight of her pleasuring herself.
I growled and slapped her hand off before thrusting my hips forward, driving my length inside of her with one swift stroke. She screamed loudly, her nails digging into my arms and I bit my lip while I waited for her to acclimate to my size.
The sweat on my brow was dripping to my jaw when I felt Veronica relax and I started to ride her. I pumped into her slowly, gaining speed with each thrust and she rewarded me with gasps and moans that only added to my pleasure. I pistoned my hips harder, deeper until I felt my lover’s walls clench around me so tight, like it wanted our bodies to merge as one. I bent down and captured Veronica’s mouth in a bruising kiss, our tongues battling for dominance until she pulled away and opened her mouth in a silent scream. Her walls started undulating around me, triggering my release and I growled her name as I came, filling her with my seed.
The power of my release made me quiver violently and I collapsed on top of Veronica, our bodies spent and breathing heavily.
After a few minutes, I pushed myself to the side and pulled Veronica against me, unwilling to pull out inside her. She looked at me with sleepy eyes, smiling coquettishly before giving me a soft peck on the lips.
“So, was I able to express how much I love you?” I asked raising my eyebrow and daring her to tell me I was a failure. She closed her eyes and snuggled her head on my chest.
“Yep,” she sighed. “Loud and clear.”
Chapter 19
Veronica
I woke up from the best sleep I’ve had in years, and it was all thanks to this man I was sleeping beside with…or in this case, sleeping underneath me.
In our sleep, we had changed positions and I was lying on top of him, his arms wrapped around me and I could still feel him buried deep inside me. It was amazing how it didn’t plop out when we changed positions, but I guess his length and girth had something to do with it.
I lean
ed my chin on his chest and watched this adorable man snore softly, his arm wrapping tighter against me like he didn’t want to let me go. But as much as I wanted to stay in his arms like this for the rest of my life, I needed to go to the bathroom.
I planted a kiss on his chest and carefully lifted his arms off me so I could wiggle off of him. I gasped softly as I pulled his cock out of me, the sensations threatening to light me up again. I stood up and realized I had to limp a little as I made my way over to the bathroom. It’s been a while since I had sex, and with a guy with Jason’s skills? Well, it really sent my inner thighs burning.
Thankfully, I liked this kind of exercise and couldn’t wait to work out some more.
I finished doing my business and climbed inside the shower, adjusting the knobs so the water felt just right. I finished shampooing my hair and was scrubbing my body with soap when I heard the door open and suddenly, I felt two hands clutched both my breasts from behind. I tilted my head back, the shower pelting my face with lukewarm water as Jason gave me soft butterfly kisses on my neck and jaw.
His thumbs rubbed my nipples into stiffened peaks and he let one of his hands slide down my body slowly, down my stomach, my navel, until it was brushing against the small triangle of hair down below. He pulled hard at the strands of hair, making me pant and then his fingers dove deeper, brushing at my clit before diving two of his fingers in my core.
He moved his fingers back and forth before inserting another finger, twisting his hand a little and pressing down on a spot inside me I never knew existed, but sent a million jolts of electricity whirring all over my body. He pressed again and I dropped the bar of soap I was holding so I could reach behind me and touch the back of his head, using him as an anchor so I wouldn’t fall over.
He spun me around and pushed me against the wall, his eyes darkening with lust and his hair spiking up from the water. He pulled me up and I immediately wrapped my arms and legs around him, biting my lip as I felt his large member pressing against me. He placed his hands on my hips and then he plunged, driving his sword to the hilt.
Unlike our coupling earlier, this one was slow and gentle, and we kissed each other languidly as the water continued to fall down our heads. A small part of me was amazed at Jason’s strength, holding me up against the wall for so long and maintaining a snail’s pace, never giving me an indication he was getting tired. Of course, the rest of me had lost her mind and was delirious with pleasure.
We came together this time and I helped Jason clean himself up, which ironically enough led to another fabulous ‘workout’ session albeit with cold water, as the warm water had run out during our second ‘exercise’.
I left the bathroom afterwards despite Jason’s weak protests and dried my hair, but I was too tired to do anything else so I dove face-first toward the bed, not bothering to wear anything. Jason came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and chuckled as he saw me in that state.
“Did I tire you out?” he said, his voice brimming with arrogance.
“Yep. Now come here and cuddle with me, lover,” I said, patting the bed.
“Don’t call me that,” he grumbled, but he leaned down the mattress and pulled me against him so my head was leaning down his chest.
We stayed quiet for a while, his thumb drawing circles on my shoulder and almost pulling me away from my thoughts.
Almost.
“Jason, why don’t you try and give the letter to Martin’s family tomorrow?” I asked.
“I can’t leave you alone, baby. What if something happened to you while I was out? I would never be able to forgive myself,” he said. I got up and looked him straight in the eye.
“You said so yourself this is a secluded area, and I doubt the stalker would be able to find me here,” I reasoned out. Jason still looked unsure so I gave him a light kiss on his lips and cheeks. “Come on. You can’t let this weigh you down. And I don’t think your friend would have wanted you to live like this, either. Please consider it. For me?” I asked, and Jason sighed.
“Okay,” he whispered, kissing my hair.
I sighed happily and settled my head back down on his chest. I didn’t know if he meant he was going to do it or was going to consider the idea, but I was happy regardless.
***
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Jason asked, his brows furrowing in concern and I rolled my eyes as I adjusted his tie for him. My boyfriend looked absolutely dashing wearing his formal uniform that I had half a mind to pull him back to bed and take it all off of him.
But alas, I must control myself.
“Yes, Jason. I’ll be fine. You go ahead and do this. It’s for your own good,” I told him. I reached up and kissed him on the lips before pushing him out the door. He sighed and waved before putting his hat on and getting inside the car. I waved goodbye until his car was out of sight and I sighed, wondering what I should do.
I took out my phone and checked out the local spots here in Malibu on a whim, and I had an idea.
Maybe I could go walk around town a little bit. But Jason told me to stay here. What do I do? Although…he did say it was pretty safe here. I shrugged and put on a jacket.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” I muttered before locking the door and walking out of the house.
***
Spencer
I opened my mouth wide and yawned loudly, making the little old lady sitting a couple of table’s away wince at me in disgust. I rolled my eyes, uncaring. It’s not my fault the coffee in this place doesn’t work. I’m already at my third cup but it’s not making a dent against my jetlag. Fuck it, I am so going to kill Chase for sending me out here. Like, what the hell am I supposed to do besides tail those two lovebirds anyway? As if Jason would need my fucking help! Dude was fucking ex-Delta Force. He could bloody well take care of himself.
I turned my head to look at the window and was surprised when I saw the actress out and about. It made me wonder whether the actress had zero sense of self-preservation or she really was fucking stupid.
I got up from my seat and was about to leave the café when a car stopped right next to her and a familiar face stepped out.
I frowned. I was pretty sure the only one who knew where Jason and Veronica were was me and Chase.
“So what is Henry Stevenson doing here?” I muttered, watching the scene unfold.
My eyes widened when he grabbed Veronica, covering her mouth with cloth and I ran out of the café. I crossed the road but stepped back when a speeding truck ran past me. I waited for it to pass and I looked over, Henry, Veronica, or his car nowhere to be found.
I cursed and took my phone out, quickly typing in the Jason’s number.
“Dude, it’s me, Spencer. You have to come quick! Henry took Veronica!”
Chapter 20
Jason
I raised my hand and after a moment’s hesitation, knocked three times. I licked at my lips and felt my throat become dry and parched. How would they react once I gave them the letter? Would they be mad at me? Probably. They should’ve gotten notice from the base about Martin’s death. But it’s my fault for taking this long, so I’ll just have to take the punishment.
I waited for a few more seconds and raised my hand to knock again when the door opened wide, revealing a little girl in pigtails looking up at me curiously.
Jesus, she looked just like him.
She stared at my uniform and her eyes widened.
“Do you know my Daddy?” she asked.
I didn’t know how I was going to answer that. ‘Hey, kiddo, I’m your dad’s friend. He died because of me. By the way, do you know you look just like him?’
Yeah. No.
Thankfully, I saw someone coming and pulled the door open wider, revealing a slim woman with short blonde hair and brown eyes.
“Lily! I told you not to open the front door!” she scolded her daughter before looking up at me. I took my hat off my head and pinned it between my arms, nodding at her respectfully. “Oh,
hello. May I help you, officer?” she asked.
I took a deep breath and started.
“Hello, Ma’am. May I ask if this is Martin Vaughn’s residence?” I asked. She looked at me in confusion.
“Yes, it was. I’m his wife. What is this about?” she asked.
“I’m Captain Jason Keyes and I served with your husband before he died. I have something from him, and I promised I would give it to you in the event that he passes away,” I said, whispering the last part.
She lowered her head and patted Lily on the shoulder, telling the little girl to go back to her room. Lily left, and Mrs. Vaughn looked back at me.
“Would you like to come inside?” she asked, her voice raspy like she was trying to stop herself from crying, and I nodded.
She let me into the living room and I wasted no time telling her what happened. I told her about someone ratting us out to the terrorist and how the mission went to shit, how I didn’t see the enemy behind me and Martin dove to cover me, saving my life but ultimately losing his in the attempt.
