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War Tears: A Military Mountain Man Romance (A Rock Hard Mountain Man Romance Series Book 2)

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by Kylie Parker


  “I’m coming, baby!” Holly moaned and twisted the bottom of his shaft, as an earth-shattering orgasm wracked its way through her body. Massaging her butt cheeks, Jake felt more and more of her warm, sticky juices dripping down his tongue, her body quivering as she tilted her head all the way back. Holly’s lustful moans filled the room. She would not take her hands off of his manhood, but her fast strokes had turned into gentle caresses. Jake pulled his tongue out of her and laid one last kiss on her entrance, savoring her taste.

  “Crazy…” She gasped, turning around to face him. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

  “Come to me,” he said, his voice raspy, licking his lips as he looked up at her.

  “I love it when you talk like that,” Holly confessed, her husky tone adding to his arousal, as she straddled him. She tilted her head down to meet his lips, reaching her right hand behind her back. Grabbing his large, throbbing cock, she led it to her entrance, as their mouths joined in a long, demanding kiss. Holly’s loud moan in his mouth drove Jake crazy with lust, as her soaking wet pussy engulfed his entire length. Feeling her big, supple breasts pressing against his chest, he entwined his arms around her lower back. He could not even consider a slow-paced session. Right away, he started thrusting into her, sliding his hands down her body. Cupping her butt cheeks, he lost himself in the moment, as she stroked his shoulders. But, as Holly soon made it clear to him, this was not what she wanted. She leaned back, her eyes partially open as she dug her fingernails into his flesh. Holding onto him, she ground on his cock, her long, sexy moans sending him into overdrive.

  “It’s so deep inside me…” Holly groaned, squeezing her eyes shut, as her breasts swayed back and forth. Jake could no longer touch her ass, but he would not complain. He loved watching her breasts, but he liked something else even better: The sight of his massive cock, getting lost inside her. She grazed her fingers down his rock-hard pecs, as he caressed her hips. Much to his liking, Holly grabbed his wrists and led his hands to her breasts, before raising her arms. She pushed her right hand into her hair and brought her left one to her mouth, as he trapped her nipples between his fingers. Jake pinched them lightly, as she bounced up and down on his cock, the sound of her ass smacking against his manhood almost as loud as their moans. He squeezed her breasts and pressed them together, fixing his gaze on her face. Holly pushed her index finger into her mouth. She sucked on it briefly, but she was too overwhelmed to keep it up.

  “God, what did you do to me…?” She moaned, quickening her pace as she opened her eyes. “I can’t control myself.”

  “I tongue-fucked you, baby,” he spoke, his voice deep, as he leaned forward. “Come on my dick.”

  “Yeeees,” she whimpered, shutting her eyes. As much as he enjoyed the show, he would not let her control the pace anymore. After all, what he had in mind was sure to give her a longer, stronger orgasm. Therefore, he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her down onto him. His hands quickly traveled down her back, as she put her head on his shoulder. With her lustful moans ringing in his ears, he grabbed and held onto her ass. Squeezing both of her butt cheeks at the same time, he started pounding her dripping wet pussy.

  “That’s it, baby. Fuck me!” Holly groaned, circling her arms around his neck. Her ass jiggled with every thrust. Jake sank his short fingernails into her flesh, sensing her juices growing warmer by the second. He glided his finger over her butt crack. The feel of her moisture on his fingertip made him increase his pace. Her juices were overflowing, rolling back down her butt cheeks. He pushed her body upwards, dying to stimulate her even further. With her breasts so close to his face, he didn’t think twice. Jake took her right one into his mouth. Her entire body stiffened, as he licked her nipple in circular motion. Holly’s moans quickly turned into screams of pleasure, as he drove his throbbing cock deeper and deeper into her, quenching her desire.

  “Oh, yeah; I’m coming again!” Her deafening groan resounded throughout the suite, her grip on his neck tighter, as her pussy exploded with pleasure. Jake felt her warm, thick pussy juices drenching his quivering cock, as she shivered in spasms of orgasmic delight. A few, hard strokes brought him closer to his own fulfillment. Still, he didn’t want to pull out. Her juices and her moisture around his shaft felt too good. Within seconds, he spurted deep inside her, holding her butt cheeks, his grunts audible over her pleasurable moans. Before he could catch his breath, Holly started trailing kisses up the side of his neck. She kissed him on the cheek first and then gave him a long, tender kiss on the lips.

  “This…” she gasped while slowly opening her eyes, “This wasn’t sex. It was a hurricane.”

  “Come on, baby,” His eyes glinted with amusement, as a big smile spread across his face. “It was great. It’s always great with you.”

  “Don’t underestimate your skill,” Holly shook her head, her breathing still heavy as her hands crept around his neck. “The thing you did with your tongue just…”

  “I know”, Jake interrupted, giving a playful laugh. “I was there.”

  “When did you come back?” she inquired. “When did you plan all this?”

  “Our flight landed in DC four hours ago,” he sighed. “I planned this before I left. I needed your friend’s help, though. Nice girl.”

  “She had me thinking she was going to meet some creep,” Holly chuckled, the happy look in her eyes making his heart flutter. “You two are going to pay for this.”

  “Really?” Jake raised an eyebrow. She murmured assent. Then, he rolled her over onto her left side, gazing deep into her eyes. The flames from the fire reflected in them, as he slid his hand up her arm. “Absolutely beautiful,” he said, in an almost inaudible, loving whisper.

  “My reality is better than my dream,” she whispered, caressing the side of his neck, as his hand reached her face. Jake ran his thumb across Holly’s cheekbone. She closed her eyes, savoring his touch, as he tilted his head down. Their mouths joined in a long, tender kiss that filled his heart with joy. Stroking her face, he relished her closeness, as her hand slipped up his face and into his hair. Everything that night seemed to be made out of magic. Holly’s reaction, her words of love and their passionate encounter had sent him to heaven. Their relationship was still young, but, for some reason, he felt so familiar with her that he thought they had been going out for years.

  I’ve never had this kind of chemistry with anyone before, not even with Allison. It’s like I’ve known you all my life. I’m so glad you found me on the terrace that night. If you hadn’t bothered, we wouldn’t be here now. I wouldn’t be living my dream. Stay with me, Holly. Keep making my life brighter and happier than I ever thought was possible…

  22

  The next morning, both Jake and Holly had to wake up early, for different reasons: she had to work, and, much to his dislike, he had to catch an early flight back to Washington. The decoration ceremony was set for 1pm. Jake never liked to attend such formalities. They lasted too long, and worse than that, he had to listen to the speeches of too many politicians throughout them. Still, when it occurred to him that this would probably be the last time he had to attend a decoration ceremony, he had a change of heart. A medal for bravery was an ideal way to end his colorful career as a marine. He would also get the chance to reconnect with a few of his marine buddies. These two, simple facts turned his initial reluctance more into eagerness.

  The long drive to Boston and the short flight to D.C. gave him plenty of time to reflect on his career. He contemplated the nine eventful years: years filled with agony; pain; fear; but also camaraderie; friendships; lots of fun; and, more importantly, his relationship with Allison. They had enlisted together and almost always, served together. Indeed, they had only been separated once and then just for a few weeks, when he was reassigned in Italy.

  “When I think about the Corps, I can’t help but reminisce about her, too: the dates; the romantic nights under the stars; the fun; the sex… I never forgot – ever. Those memories became even stro
nger when I thought I’d lost her. However, she forgot. I don’t mind, really. We all have to make our choices and live with them. She chose the uniform.

  I won’t go back to being a marine. Sure, the friendships I made while serving would last forever, but I don’t want to get shot at every other day because some crazy middle-eastern man thinks he is on a mission from God. Instead, I have grown to love the mountain. It is peaceful: pure; I wake up in the morning and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. It’s not just the scenery that takes my breath away; it’s Holly, too. If it hadn’t been for her, I’d still be mourning. I’d still watch those beautiful sunsets, imagining I was sharing them with Allison. But no more: you gave my life direction, honey. You gave me a reason to live.”

  Predictably, this decoration ceremony went exactly as he expected. Had it not been for the long speeches, it wouldn’t have lasted more than two hours. General Holden’s words moved him, as he decorated him with another Bronze Star.

  “It’s been an honor, son,” he said, saluting him. But still, nothing that came out of the aging military man’s mouth was enough to change his mind. As much as he loved his country, Jake Isaacs had found, in mount Greylock, the one thing that the marines could never offer him: peace of mind. Yes, he had to come up with the money for his mortgage the 12th of every month, but his bar was very popular and he had always been punctual. After all, paying off a loan was a small price to pay for his new life.

  After a long, but rather fun day, full of memories and strong emotions, he returned to Adams late that night, with a heart filled with content, in nervous anticipation of seeing his Holly again. As Jake pulled his keys out of the pocket of his jacket though, he began to suspect that their next meeting would not go as he would like. Someone had placed a large, brown envelope and a smaller, white one against his door behind the storm door. When he opened the former, his jaw dropped. It contained a picture of him and Allison. She was standing next to a bed, naked, looking down at him. He was also naked and gazing up at her face as well. There was also a date, at the bottom right corner:

  2-28-2017

  Fuming with rage, he pulled a letter out of the white envelope. It was from Holly.

  “So… This is what marines do, when they get back from missions? Oh, my God! I was disgusted when I saw these. Yeah, there were more pictures. I tore them to little pieces. How could you do this to me? I trusted you, I supported you, I loved you with everything in my heart and you… You blew it!

  I should have listened to Cathy. She always said you’d get back together with her. Goodbye, Jake.

  Holly”

  “Noooo!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, tossing both envelopes across his driveway. Feeling his blood pumping through his veins, he went back to his car. In a matter of seconds, he was on his way to Holly’s house.

  How the fuck is this even possible? That picture has Sunday’s date on it. I don’t remember sleeping anywhere near her! Damn you, Allison. I turned you down and now you’re out to destroy my happiness. You’ve hit a new low: first the list; then the whole jealousy crap; now this? Wait till I get my hands on you, you crazy little bitch.

  Jake noticed a familiar, feminine figure, sitting on the top landing of the small staircase that led to Holly’s front door. She had dropped her face into her hands. The tires of his SUV screeched, as he stepped hard on the brakes, just a few feet away from her. With his heart pounding in his chest, he stormed out of his car and hurtled towards her.

  “Holly…” he gasped, as his quick footsteps brought him closer to her. “It’s a lie, baby. I never laid a hand on her.”

  “Go away,” she sniffled. “It’s all over.”

  “No!” He yelled is a voice riddled with panic and fear. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “What would you do?” Holly asked him, her voice hardly audible as she slowly looked up at him. The sight of her watery, reddened eyes melted his heart. “What would you do if someone showed you pictures of me and another man in bed?”

  “I would not believe it!” His stentorian voice rumbled like thunder, as he leaned over her.

  “Really?” she responded, her voice reeking with sarcasm. “I didn’t want to believe it was you at first. But it was and those pictures…” Her voice broke, as she covered her mouth with her hand. “They’re recent.”

  “You’ve got to believe me, Holly…” He lowered his tone, his breathing short. “I would never do this to you: ever.”

  “Go home,” she whispered, blinking back tears, as she tore her gaze away from him. “Go back to her.”

  Frustrated by her words, Jake squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his blood pound in his temples. His initial thought was to scream at her, but such an approach would not help him at all. He took a deep, cleansing breath and leaned back.

  “You don’t believe me,” he said, his tone calm as he shook his head. “I didn’t sleep with her. I’m going to prove it. And…” he paused. “And when I do, don’t come crawling back to me. There’s this old song I really like. It’s called ‘When I’m gone’. Do yourself a favor and listen to it, particularly the part where it says: ‘If I walk out that door, it’s forever, there’s no turning back.’ Have a good night, Holly. Thanks a lot for the vote of confidence.”

  Jake spun around and walked away from her, as she once more, burst into loud, wailing sobs. Straight away, the song he had mentioned to Holly began to play in his mind, but he was too upset to be affected by the sheer emotion of it.

  It was only later, when his anger subsided that he realized what had transpired. His relationship with her had come to a sad, bitter end. Jake poured some whiskey into a glass and pressed the “play” button on his stereo. The acoustic guitar introduction raised every hair on his body. Robin McAuley's voice sent shivers down his spine, as the powerful ballad reminded him of Holly’s smiling face. It wasn’t long before the glass slipped through his fingers. It fell hard to the floor and shattered into hundreds of pieces. Jake leaned his back against his couch, as tears rose up in his eyes. This time, he would not hold them back. He had lost the one thing he had believed in, the woman who had pulled him out of his misery. The “angel on his shoulder” as he used to call her, had flown away from him, breaking his heart. And there was nothing he could do about it…

  “Goodbye, Holly…” He whispered, hot, thick tears spilling from his eyes, as he got lost in the magic of the song…

  It's early morning, not quite awake

  the urge is calling and I can't wait

  I need you now, Oh!

  Your body moves, we feel like one

  you open your eyes and I feel so strong

  I want you now, more than ever

  You laugh when I cry

  I'm beginning to see the reason why

  don’t go thinking I'll never leave

  'Cause you won't be laughin'

  you won't believe (You better believe)

  When I'm gone baby, gone

  Who's gonna hold you

  From dark until dawn

  And who will be there

  That can love you like me

  When I'm gone?

  Your clothes are hanging on the floor

  my room is full of the night before

  and the promise you made to love me forever

  Oh! You can't use me

  Then just up and leave

  You got it wrong

  You better believe

  If I walk out that door

  It's forever

  There's no turnin' back

  When I'm gone baby, gone

  Who will you turn to

  When you need someone

  Who will be there to love you

  Do what I do

  When I'm gone...

  23

  “Wakey-wakey!” A rich, hoarse voice woke him up from his deep sleep. His head buzzed, as he opened his swollen eyes to slits. Clay was standing under his doorframe. “This place looks like a fucking warzone. Hell, you look like you’ve been through a w
ar,” he added, stepping over an empty whiskey bottle.

  “Morning,” Jake spoke, his own voice gravelly, as he sat up.

  “Morning?” Clay gave a snort of derision. “It’s 4:20 in the afternoon, pretty boy. I thought you’d be at the bar by now. What the hell happened to you?”

  His friend’s question was met by silence. Jake dropped his gaze to the floor, unwilling to utter a single word.

  “Chic drama,” Clay concluded. “Too bad: I liked the deputy. She’s a feisty old gal.”

  “And too stubborn,” Jake groaned, rubbing his blurry eyes “She didn’t have faith in us, man.”

  “You guys looked pretty happy. Why would you break up?” Clay asked.

  “Because of that,” Jake snarled and pointed at the picture on the living room table in front of him.

  “Whoa!” Clay said and whistled, staring down at the picture in question. “That’s one hot piece of ass. You nailed her?”

  “No, man,” Jake grumbled, snatching it away from him. “It’s a fake.”

  “It doesn’t look like a fake,” Clay voiced his objection. “I thought you’d quit. What were you doing lying in that bunk?”

  “I went back to Iraq. I had to save a couple of friends,” Jake informed him, running his hand through his hair.

  “Semper fi,” Clay smiled. “Come on, man. You can tell me. Did you nail her or not?”

  “No!” Jake cried, banging his fist against the couch. “Why would I hide that from you?”

  “Give me that picture,” Clay attempted a more serious tone. Jake obliged.

 

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