A Soldier for Suzie: A Military Romantic Comedy (Love will OUT Book 3)
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Pre-cum leaks from his tip and I swipe my tongue to gather it. Mmm… salty. I run my tongue around his tip until he’s pushing on my head. I grin and take him in deep. When he hits the back of my throat, I swallow.
Suddenly, I’m flying through the air. “I wasn’t finished.”
“Yes, you are, you little tease.”
Like he doesn’t ever tease me.
I land with my back on the bed and Grayson tugs on my right boot until it comes free. He throws it behind him before doing the same with the other boot. Once my boots are gone, he yanks my pants off. Now I’m completely naked like the man standing above me. Hurray!
Grayson presses his palms against my inner thighs until I widen my legs. He runs his fingers up and down my legs. With each pass, his fingers come closer and closer to where I need him most before dropping back down again.
“Stop teasing me,” I growl.
He smirks. “Like you didn’t tease me.”
I totally did. I guess I can take a bit of teasing. I drop my head and close my eyes to concentrate on the feel of Grayson’s roughened hands against my thighs.
“Are you wet for me?”
Of course, I am. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
His hands stop roving and his fingers dig into my thighs as he wrenches my lower body off the bed. I open my eyes to watch the show. His fingers separate my folds before his tongue swipes my seam. When his mouth latches onto my clit, I nearly come off of the bed.
“I love how you taste.”
Those words from him are the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. “Grayson,” I sigh.
“Right here, Precious. Right here,” he says against my skin and the sound reverberates through my body. My nerve endings catch fire and I forget how to form words. The only thing I can do is moan as his tongue swirls around my clit before dipping low and entering me.
The tingling in my stomach rushes through my body and I explode with a shout. “Yes!”
Grayson continues to lick and suck as I ride my orgasm. When the aftershocks finish, he releases me and places my lower body back on the bed before crawling forward.
“My turn,” he growls before slamming into me.
My legs wrap around his waist and I arch my back. He leans forward and captures my right breast in his mouth. His teeth come out to play and it’s like there’s a direct line from my breast to my pussy. It flutters and I can feel another orgasm building. The things this man can do to my body.
“Feels. Good,” he grunts as his strokes increase in pace. “Not gonna last.”
Suddenly, he stops. What the hell? I pummel his back. “Why are you stopping?”
“Forgot the condom.”
“I’m not on birth control,” I squeak as I push on his shoulders in a complete panic.
“We could see what happens.”
My eyes widen. “See what happens? Are you insane?”
“You do make me crazy.”
“I don’t think now is the time to discuss whether we want to bring a hellion into the world.”
I swear I see disappointment in Grayson’s eyes but when I look closer there’s nothing there. I’m seeing things. Grayson doesn’t want to have a child with me. We’ve been dating a week. A week, I remind myself.
He starts to glide in and out again and I nearly forget what we were talking about. “I’ll pull out.”
I want to remind him pulling out is not an effective means of birth control, but he pinches my nipple and swirls his hips and I forget my name.
His strokes speed up once again until I’m squeezing his length and screaming out his name.
Before my orgasm has waned, he pulls out. His hand jacks his length up and down until he explodes all over my stomach. He grins as he stares at his seed on my stomach before reaching forward and rubbing it into my skin.
Seriously? “Do you have to mark your territory?”
“Yep.” He doesn’t bother to look at me and continues to stare at his seed.
“Men.” I slap his shoulder and push him to get off of me. “Now, I have to take a shower.”
Grayson jumps to his feet and pulls my hand to help me up. “Excellent idea.”
He slaps my ass as I walk past him to the bathroom. “And, if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you get me all dirty again.”
“Wherever did you get the idea I’m a good girl?” I wink before racing to the bathroom.
Grayson catches me and throws me over his shoulder. “I guess I’ll have to punish you then.”
Who can say no to the sexy man? Not me.
Chapter 33
“Do you want another beer?” is the most ridiculous question I’ve ever been asked.
I walk into McGraw’s Pub with my hand in Grayson’s the following weekend but come to a complete and total stop when I see Wally’s hair. Or what’s left of Wally’s hair I guess I should say. Although he usually has a short military-type haircut, his hair is nearly shaven now and there’s a blue tint to it.
Wally points at me. “Not a word, kid. Not a word.”
I cough to hide my giggle. “I can’t wait to hear the story,” I murmur to Grayson who shakes his head at me.
“You are a menace.”
“Me? I didn’t dye his hair blue.”
“That was me,” Pops announces to the entire bar. His attention focuses on Wally. “You deserved it and you damn well know it.”
My eyes widen. What did Wally do? And why isn’t Pops telling everyone? Oh, is it a secret? I rub my hands together as the excitement to find out what happened builds.
“No.”
I blink up at Grayson. I kind of forgot he was there for a second. “What? No?”
He places his hands on my cheeks and leans in close. “No snooping around to find out what Wally did.”
I flutter my lashes. “Me? Snoop?”
He smirks. “Try your little miss innocent act with someone else. I ain’t buying.”
“Hey, Suzie,” Barney shouts. “What do you call a blonde who dyed her hair?”
“I don’t know, what?” Watch out! Lame joke approaching.
“Artificial intelligence.”
I giggle as I watch Sid’s face darken. He smacks Barney across the head. “Hey, fucker, I have blond hair.”
Barney bobs his head. “Exactly.” Sid smacks him upside the head again. He kind of deserved it.
The door behind us opens. “Hey! What’s the holdup?” Hailey says as she stands in the doorway right behind us. Her skin sports a dark tan, which stands out all the more since everyone else in Wisconsin is pasty white at this time of year.
I tackle her. “Welcome back!”
She cringes. “Can you not shout in my ear?”
I release her and step back. “Probably, but it doesn’t sound like much fun.”
I snatch her hand and skip to a booth while dragging her behind me. “Tell me all about your honeymoon. I want all the deets.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “All the dirty, sexy deets.”
Behind her, Grayson grumbles, “If this is going to be a girl talk evening, Aiden and I will be at a pool table.”
Aiden chuckles and slides into the booth next to his wife. “Don’t worry. Hailey knows better than to share our sex life with Suzie. Otherwise, I’ll tan her ass.”
“Maybe I like it when you tan my ass,” she sasses.
Pops grunts as he arrives at our table. “I don’t need to hear that shit.”
Hailey pushes Aiden until he’s forced to stand, and she rushes to her dad. “Pops!” He lifts her in his arms and twirls her around.
“Hey, Babycakes, how was your honeymoon?” He sets Hailey down and narrows his eyes on Aiden. “Did the kid treat you right?”
Hailey slaps his shoulder. “I thought you approved of Aiden.”
“I do. Doesn’t mean I have to like the fucker, though,” he says and stomps off.
Hailey watches him walk off. “Was that weird? It was weird, right?”
Aiden takes her hand and drags her back into
the booth. “He needs time to adjust is all. It’s one thing to know your baby girl is getting married. It’s another thing to know she’s married and now has a man warming her bed every night.”
Her brow wrinkles. “How do you know what he’s thinking?”
“Because I plan to be the same way with our daughters.”
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. “Our daughters?” She gulps.
“What are we talking about?” Phoebe asks as she and Ryker join us.
I grin. “Hailey’s panicking because Aiden brought up children.”
Phoebe sits in the chair Ryker dragged over with a frown on her face. “Darn. I thought we were going to spend the evening teasing you for hooking up with Grayson.”
Well, shit. This evening took a major nosedive. I push Grayson’s shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go play some pool.” The man does not move. Not an inch!
“I thought you were hungry.”
“I’m fine.” My stomach growls and makes a liar out of me. Stupid stomach. Why does it insist on being fed?
“A little birdie told me Grayson took Suzie to a brewing festival last week,” Phoebe tells Hailey.
“It wasn’t a little birdie. I told you. I wasn’t trying to hide anything. And it wasn’t a beer festival, it was a craft brewers conference.”
Hailey stares at me with her mouth hanging open. “Grayson took you to a brewers’ conference?” I don’t bother responding. I literally told her he did five seconds ago.
“Yep,” Phoebe answers. “But she won’t tell me anything about what happened. She’s been holding out on me.”
“What are you talking about? I told you all about the microbiology class and the beer styles class and—”
Phoebe holds up her hand. “Let me stop you there. You did bore me with all those details no one in the world except you cares about. What we want to hear about is what you and Grayson got up to.”
“Come on, Suzie, why don’t you give us all the deets?” Hailey mimics my earlier remark.
I growl. She is not amusing.
“Yeah, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”
My brow wrinkles. “I don’t understand your analogy. Aren’t we both ganders? Wait. Which one is the female, and which is the male?”
Hailey slams her hand on the table. “We will not be distracted.”
“I’m out.” Aiden stands.
Ryker grunts, which I interpret as me too. He kisses Phoebe’s temple. “Don’t give her too hard of a time, Princess.”
But when Grayson stands, I clutch his hand in a panic. “Where are you going?”
He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back when the food arrives. You can survive fifteen minutes with your best friends, can’t you?”
He pries his hand free and follows Aiden and Ryker to the pool table.
“Oh good, now the men are gone, you can tell us how you’re doing,” Hailey says.
I’m confused. “How I’m doing?”
“You didn’t believe I want all the deets of your lovemaking, did you?” Her lip curls. “No, thanks.”
Phoebe raises her hand. “I’m okay with details.” I raise an eyebrow at her. “What? I’ll have you know I’m not a complete prude.”
She sure had me fooled. “Whatever.”
Hailey reaches across the table to grasp my hand. “Are you okay? Are you and Grayson okay?”
I look away and my gaze falls upon Grayson who is looking my way. He raises an eyebrow in question. He may have left but he didn’t abandon me. Knowing he has my back warms my insides. “I’m okay.”
Hailey releases my hand and uses her finger to circle my face. “Judging by the look on your face, you are doing more than okay.”
I shrug. I can’t deny it. I’m sure my face went all soft and smooshy when I looked at Grayson. I can’t help it. The man makes me melt.
The door to the pub crashes open and a teenage boy steps in. “Where is he?”
Hailey stands and walks over to the boy. I rush after her. This is going to be good. Phoebe is hot on my heels.
“Can I help you?” Hailey asks.
The boy glares at her. “Are you the owner who hurt my mom?”
“Your mom? Who is your mom?”
“Faith.”
My eyes widen. Faith as in the new cleaner, Faith?
Pops walks over. “Can I help you, son?”
“Son?” He spits out. “I am not your son.”
Clearly. No child of Pops would be this rude.
Faith rushes in and grips her son’s shoulder. “Oliver Benjamin Bakker, what are you doing here?”
“Oh, someone got the middle name treatment. Someone’s in trouble,” I sing.
Oliver turns his glare on me. “Who the fuck are you?”
Before I can blink, Grayson is looming over the boy. “Is that how you talk to a lady?”
“N-n-n-no, sir?”
“You do not speak to a lady in that way,” he schools him. Huh. Would you look at that? I’m a lady now.
“And,” Faith pushes her way in between Grayson and her son, “we do not use such language in our household.”
The teenager rolls his eyes. “Whatever, ma.”
“What’s going on, darling?” Pops asks Faith.
“That!” Oliver points at Pops. “That right there is going on. You do not call an employee darling.”
“Maybe we should take this conversation somewhere private,” Hailey suggests. She gestures toward the back hall where the office is located.
Faith looks around as if she only now realizes she’s standing in the entryway of a popular bar on a Saturday night. Her eyes widen before she seizes her son’s hand and marches him to the hallway. When Hailey goes to follow, Pops stops her.
“I got this.”
Hailey’s eyebrows nearly fly off her forehead. “You sure?”
He doesn’t bother replying before rushing off after Faith and her son. As soon as he’s out of earshot, she starts clapping and jumping up and down.
“Um, why are you acting like me right now?” I ask as I watch her dance in circles.
“Because Pops is in love.”
“Pops is in love?” I turn to Phoebe. “And I thought I was the one who leaps to conclusions.”
“No, no, no, you don’t get it.” Hailey drags me back to our booth.
Once we’re seated and the men have gone back to the pool tables, she leans forward to whisper. “I saw Faith coming out of his apartment this morning.”
“This morning? Are you sure? And why were you here this morning? Didn’t you return from your honeymoon this morning?”
She waves my questions away. “I’m sure. Do you want to hear this or not?”
I don’t believe there’s anything going on in Pops’ love life, but I am not stupid. A change of topic away from love life? Yes, please!
“Tell us everything.”
Chapter 34
I realize there are better things in life than beer, but beer makes up for me not having any of those things.
I enter my walk-in closet on a mission to find my jeans with the pink back pockets and multi-colored patches on the knees. It’s Easter and I’m dressing up for the occasion. I open the drawer containing my special occasion clothes, but there are no special occasion clothes here. What the hell?
I open the drawer beneath it and it’s the same. Full of Grayson’s clothes. I stand and place my hands on my hips. I am not going to panic. I’m not! I will calmly assess the situation. I can be calm.
Two minutes later any thoughts of calm have flown south for the winter with no plans of returning. It’s not a big deal I tell myself. Take deep breaths. Inhale through your nose. Good. Now, exhale through your mouth. You can handle this. It’s not a big deal I tell myself again.
You love Grayson. What difference does it make if he appears to have moved into your house without your knowledge? Wait! What. The. Actual. Hell? I love Grayson? What? When? How did this happen?
Screw her and her little voice in my head. I was sure I had banished her. Where does she get off telling me the truth? Does it look like I want to hear the truth now? In case there’s any confusion, the answer is no. No, I do not want to hear the truth right now.
What am I going to do? I eye the suitcase on the floor in the corner. I can run. Not run away. I’m not a complete coward. But I can take a little vacation until my head figures out what the heck to do. My heart has no problems with the situation. She knows exactly what she wants to do. She wants to run downstairs and jump Grayson before telling him we love him.
My heart is the most stupid organ in my entire body. I was with Toby for over a year before I told him I loved him. I snap my fingers. Aha! I simply won’t tell Grayson I love him. I’ll keep this nugget of information to myself.
What about the clothes in your closet? Adult Suzie asks. I wag my finger at her. She will not goad me into hyperventilating again. Grayson spends nearly every night in my bed anyway. Now that I’m thinking about it, I can’t remember the last night the man didn’t sleep in my bed. I slap my forehead. The man has committed a sneak attack and I’m the idiot who didn’t notice. I promise I’m not always completely oblivious.
“How bad are you freaking out right now?” I startle and jump at the sound of Grayson’s voice. “A lot then?”
I am freaking right the eff out, but not for the reason he thinks. But he can’t read my mind. He may think he knows me and what I’m thinking most of the time, but he can’t literally read my mind. He doesn’t need to know about the big revelation I just had. Nope. I am not telling him.
I clear my throat. “I’m not freaking out.” Lie. Total lie.
He chuckles. “Sure, you aren’t, Munchkin.” He gently pushes me down until I’m sitting on the chaise lounge in the middle of my closet. Yes, my walk-in closet is big enough for a chaise lounge. Eat your hearts out, bitches.