Bolt (Army Brothers Book 2)

by Savannah May

  “Okay, I’m back,” he grins way too large.

  I’m sure he’s been talking to some girl, probably the next hookup in the next town he’s heading for. We’ve arrived outside the inn and he throws one huge but lithe leg across the leather saddle and hangs my strappy sandals from the handlebar.

  “Jump on.”

  I stand there trying to decide whether I should walk, which I know would be ridiculous but I hate how much this is hurting me. I have so little time to be with him and I want all his attention every moment. I can’t help it.

  He strokes his thumb across my protruding lip and starts the engine. I have no choice but to climb on behind him and as soon as my foot leaves the sidewalk, he takes off. The machine is terrifyingly powerful and I cling to his torso, feeling the muscles flex as he maneuvers the machine around corners and bends. On the final stretch leading to the house, he reaches a hand back to rest on my thigh and tremors run all along its length.

  I climb off and he follows, remembering my sandals. Then he takes me by the hand. Once inside the house, I climb the ladder to the attic first, certain he’s getting a good view of my legs and more. I head straight to the bathroom and lock the door before he mounts the ladder behind me.

  I sink down on the john, trying to get control of myself. I’m not a bratty type of woman. I don’t want to be that girl that throws sulky tantrums. But it’s hard when you want something you can’t have. So maybe it’s better not to have it at all. I pull my dress off and put it in to soak, when I notice a stain on the bottom.

  Damn.

  Too late I realize my robe is outside on the bed. The only towel left in here is hand-size. I have to go out there in my underwear.

  “Are you sulking, Baby?” he asks when I emerge.

  I shake my head no.

  “Good. Because I know if something was bothering you, you’d be the type of girl that would talk about it.”

  “I didn’t know you had so many friends you needed to be in touch with,” I snip.

  “I don’t. Actually I had none at all until today.”

  “Humph.” Evasive as ever.

  “The guys from the unit are my friends – were – always will be but we don't get together. I guess we all feel that if we meet up, the load might be too much to bear.”

  I listen carefully, feeling him open up to me, feeling the taut emotion inside him.

  I pull back the sheet, feeling his eyes heating up my skin as they travel over my body. He’s seen me in underwear but it never seems to get old for him. His eyes hood with intense lust and transmit their hunger to me, despite my will. That all rushes out of me as pressure builds up. The urgent need to have him rocking inside me, rubbing every inch of my pulsating pussy. If he wants me, he can come to me. I know I won’t be able to refuse but I'm going to make a good college try.

  “Come here,” his voice grits out an order.

  Like iron filings dragged to an industrial magnet I leave go of the sheet and walk slowly across the room to stand in front of him. He’s leaning back on the loveseat, his long legs filling the available space. I stand in front of his knees, looking down at him with what I hope looks like strength and not petulance.

  He doesn't move a muscle. His eyes hold me transfixed then he barks another gruff order.

  “Take them off.”

  His gaze darts down to my soaked underwear then back up to grab my stare again as an array of sparkles flies through my veins.

  I tilt my hips back and clench my pelvic muscles in an attempt to dampen the clenching shivers that force through my pussy. But nothing will hold back the quivering lust that lands at the very edge of me.

  “I said take them off.” He orders in a husky tone.

  “You can’t boss me around,” I mewl.

  Something tells me he doesn't care whether I allow it or not, he will always be the boss.

  “You don’t want to make me tell you again,” he growls very low, almost feral in its rawness.

  Despite my resistance, my eyes stretch wide, held captive and captivated. I've never done this. I've never had a man order me around like this and I’ve never stripped off naked right in front of a fully clothed one. Every man I’ve been with takes me under the covers, usually with the lights off.

  This feels dangerous and dirty and delicious.

  If I was in the slightest doubt about his desire for me back there when we were walking, I definitely have his full attention now. It’s making all the colored sparkles explode through me. I just can’t refuse. Every pore is clawing at me to open myself wide to his desire for me.

  A tiny flare of heat rises to my cheeks as I wantonly hook my fingers into the satin bands over my hip bones and push them down over the curves. As I bend slowly forward, Bolt’s eyes release mine to travel down to my breasts, spilling over the lace half cup. I see he wants to loiter there but is drawn by my moving hands. The white lace like a red flag to a bull, his gaze travels over my tummy to my bared pussy.

  I notice a jolt go through his muscles and the bulge in his jeans forces at the fabric. I step each foot out of my panties and rise up to standing. Then I realize I’ve sucked my entire lower lip inside my mouth. Definitely not pouting now.

  Bolt looks at my glistening slit through a half lidded gaze, his lips parted, his chest going up and down hard and fast. He holds out his palm and extends it to me with the silent demand that I drop my panties there.

  I do as he says. He takes them in his fist and issues another order with only a tilt of his forehead toward my one remaining item of coverage.

  Like the brazen woman I suddenly become under his ravenous stare, I hold his eyes as I reach behind and unhook.

  The taut elastic comes free and I press my upper arms into my flesh for the last brief moment of coverage. Bolt lifts my panties to his lips and inhales long and deep, his eyes fluttering closed for a second. Then I drop my bra to the ground and his attention is all mine.

  My skin is iridescent with quivering as I stand in front of him completely naked. My breasts feel huge with the hungry pressure of needing his hands mangling them. My pounding heart makes them shiver with every beat.

  He looks at my body, drinking me up. Then he swallows down hard and grits out another command;

  “Fuck me.”

  18

  Bolt

  For months I’d imagined shoving Bella up against the wall or on top of a bar and taking her so hard she’d walk gingerly up that aisle. That was how I pictured shoving my length into her tight wet pussy. Claiming her for one amazing night before riding off at dawn.

  Now I know I have to stay to complete our charade for the weekend but that doesn’t stop me thinking I’ll flip her over the bathroom counter and watch her grip the edges. While her gorgeous bare tits bob in the mirror with every forceful thrust I push into her. I’d have laid money on it that I’d fuck her hard enough to make us both howl like beasts.

  This is not what I expected.

  Her body is a vision. Like a mirage in the desert and me the man that hasn’t drunk a drop in days. Well if we’re making the dry analogy, I’m parched like a withered cactus and just as prickly. It’s been too fucking long. And she’s too fucking divine. I want to make this last longer than a convict’s last supper. I want to be inside her all night.

  She’s shivering but I’m certain she isn’t cold. Because I am too but my flesh is to hard for the quaking to be visible. But I sure feel it.

  She takes her sweet time, with gradual steps around the side of my thighs. Her slit parts with every pace and I can’t stop a hitch of my breath at how dripping wet she is. The aroma of her pussy is intoxicating. I could easily tip forward and lap her up but I love watching her. She seems to like me admiring her beautiful curves. I need her to spread herself more. My cock is leaping around in a boiling rage, shoving at the fabric reining it in. It’s driving me insane, making the blood sear through my veins. The thin skin is rasping against the zipper painfully but I won’t release it. She has to free my coc
k.

  I’ve handed control to her.

  Her tits heave up and down the closer they move to my face. I have to force myself not to lay my hands over them and squeeze the flesh until it spills through my hard fingers.

  Sensing my discomfort, she spreads her thighs wider to edge closer down my legs. Her folds open to my gaze and her twitching pussy almost sends me over the edge. With every sharp hitch of air, I inhale her scent and am drugged high. She tugs the zipper agonizingly slowly all the way down and frees my raging shaft into her small hand.

  I groan out and it’s too much. I have to touch her. I’m going to implode if I don't feel her flesh skimming in my fingers. I trail up her left inner thigh, seeing her shiver as I advance and slip into her slickness.

  “Fuck, you’re wet baby,” I groan again.

  She lets out a small moan as I thumb her lips apart and her clit protrudes eagerly. I stroke across the point. It’s so hard, her triangle points out like a dart and she shudders with every strum across its length.

  “Oh god,” she whimpers.

  She’s already starting to unravel, beautiful Bella. It’s amazing to watch her pleasure gathering in that exquisite little body. She’s rubbing my length erratically as the sensations start to overwhelm her. She’s panting with the exertion of trying to focus on me while the pleasure drives up through her.

  “Touch yourself.” I tell her.

  I pick up the pace rubbing circles on her clit, only occasionally giving the point a flick, driving her more crazy with need. She crushes her own tits in her fists then pinches her nipples hard enough to push her orgasm down.

  “Uh huh, Baby.” I tell her and apply my thumb pad to the length of her slit. “Come for me right now

  She complies immediately, unable to hold back the force a second longer. She clenches and bucks through a long long wave of climax that pulls back gradually like a lunar tide.

  “Oh my god,” she moans as I watch the pleasure flood through her features and remain there, pooling, ready for the next wave to come crashing over.

  As soon as it recedes, she shimmies the last couple of inches and locates my raging tip in her entrance. Now it’s my turn to gasp at the air as she lowers herself an inch around my head.

  “You feel incredible,” I croak out, unable to believe that a woman could feel so amazing.

  That this is like nothing I’ve ever known, so different from all the other times. More than anything I’m desperate to thrust my pelvis up, clasp her hips and pull so she slams down and swallows all of my length. I need her tightness enveloping all of my heat, tugging me deep into her body.

  But I don’t. I swallow the craving and allow her to remain on top. Slowly inching down my shaft so that every little advance sends me spiraling into madness.

  Her head tips back and her mouth opens, giving her the room to reach out for air which seems to have sucked out of the room.

  “Look at me,” I command.

  She has physical control but the verbal is entirely mine.

  She does what I tell her and her eyes look at me, grabbing onto mine with a shared awareness of how searingly overwhelming this is. She swallows and then pants fast, alternating between gulping and breathing almost in time with mine. Every tiny movement down my cock is an explosion of pushing through her resistance. I feel her surrender to me and then come right back to hug me firm in her tight hug.

  I need to touch every part of her. My palms are burning with the need to connect to her skin. I clamp lightly around her hips, feeling the swell of her curve and forcing myself not to shove her down on me much as I yearn to. Her soft skin, the firm flesh over the bone makes my cock swell inside her and her walls tighten around me. She lets out a moan of exasperation, the pleasure pushing at her, burning her.

  She reaches an impasse. My root thickens and her tunnel resists. She grinds down slowly, agonizingly slowly, forcing her pussy to stretch and take all of me. Then she traces circles, letting out long moaning sighs until she’s rooted on my shaft. The intensity of her impaled around my entire length hits us both at the same time.

  She looks at me wide eyed and I almost blurt out something stupid because it’s literally blowing my mind how amazing she is.

  There aren’t words big enough to encompass this, aside from those.

  She tilts her head to one side and rotates on my cock, opening her channel to me, corkscrewing on the head buried up against her cervix. I’m ready to explode. Looking down at her clit, pushing out as her lips encircle the fat root of my shaft is enough to blow all of me, not just my brain.

  “Bolt.” She murmurs my name, a small whimper of surprise.

  “Yeah.” I grit back. “Baby.”

  It isn't a question, asking what she needs. I know what she needs as much as she knows every last one of mine.

  “This is amazing,” she huffs.

  She arches her back so her great tits lift up buoyant and inside. The tight end of her tunnel, that feels like no one has ever penetrated before, grazes across my head and I lose it.

  In one move, I power my abs to sit up, scoop each ass cheek in my palms and lift the weight of both of us up off the couch. She lets out a shrieking gasp as her weight settles onto my dick and I barrel like a bat out of hell throwing her back down on the bed.

  I go down with her, not losing a single inch of that incredible connection inside her. But then I rock in and out, thrusting into her deeper. Like I could push all the way inside her core.

  I circle my pelvis with every thrust, reaching deeper, further until I see those pools start to fill again. I watch her climax move through her body but when she clamps around my dick and pulsates in huge spasms, I can’t take any more. I burst inside her, filling her to the end of her pussy with an explosion of seed.

  I lower my body to smother her with my chest, careful not to squash her with all my weight. We’re both gasping hard for breath. When we calm enough, I lift up to kiss her lips and peel a damp tress back from her cheek.

  Then I haul us both up the bed and collapse on my back. Pulling her in under my arm, I let her settle herself into a comfortable position. She rests her cheek on my chest, her little palm on my abs, trailing a fingertip along the ridge.

  I lie there spent, staring at the ceiling in a state of semi shock.

  Her breathing is slow, calming as she drifts. Is this happening to me?

  “You feel it too right?” I rasp out.

  19

  Bella

  I’m awake early as I’d been ordered, Luckily because I forgot to set my phone alarm. I slide out from Bolt’s arm around me and slip downstairs to where my mother is already in the kitchen along with Aunt Dottie.

  I'm dying to tell someone, it’s like a secret set to explode. I'm so happy. But I won’t tell my mom of course and Scherri is supposed to be allowed to sleep until the last moment. “You need your beauty sleep,” Mom told her last night.

  Dottie is patiently slicing the stalk tops from big red strawberries and I’m set to whipping the cream.

  “Why is he here, really?”

  My mother starts in right away. She can’t be happy when I am, it seems.

  “Why wouldn’t he be here?” Dottie asks her outright.

  I'm grateful she steps in because otherwise I’d get into it with my mom. Today of all days.

  She drops it with Dottie there and instead asks; “And why do you only show up for weddings and funerals?”

  “I saw that movie,” Dottie says and rambles on about the plot until my mom steps out to the pantry with a sigh of frustration.

  Dottie looks up at me with a grin and I start to wonder whether her senility can be switched on when it suits her.

  “It feels good doesn’t it?” she whispers in a conspiratorial tone, her eyes sparkling with pleasure.

  I guess she’s filled with memories

  “Is it that obvious?” I laugh.

  “Oh yes, you’re positively glowing,” she says. “Ooh, and so’s he.”

  I foll
ow her gaze to the door and there’s Bolt standing with his arms crossed over his wide chest, leaning against the frame.

  “Morning. I thought I lost you.”

  “Oh I don't think that would ever happen,” Dottie murmurs.

  Then she turns away to the sink, letting us have our moment.

  “Morning,” I say.

  And all I can do is smile and smile at him. He looks so damn hot standing there casually like he’s enjoying the picture I make in the kitchen. Hot enough to melt me to a pool of molten liquid. He looks at my hands and grins wide. Then I realize it’s the cream. Reminding him of the night we met, re-met, hooked up.

  “Good morning,” he says to my mom, returning with some jars of artichoke hearts.

  She looks at him with something I have to call disdain and mutters a grudging response.

  “Mom,” I say, going over to hand Bolt the coffee I poured him.

  I’m not allowing her to be so rude to my – friend.

  “What?” She turns on me.

  “Has Bolt done something to upset you?”

  “What’s he doing here really? Did he come just to ruin your sister’s wedding?”

  “Oh do stop this nonsense, Lynsdey. Can we have one happy day in our short lives?” Dottie snaps.

  “What does that mean?” Mom rounds on her aunt.

  “I need to get over to the inn and make sure the groom is scrubbed up,” Bolt says.

  He ought to be in bomb disposal he’s so good at diffusing explosive situations. His hand comes into the small of my back, supporting me, but letting me know to let it go.

  “I guess I’ll never get my ride now,” Dottie moans, joking.

  “You can come along right now if you like,” Bolt tells her.

  “Really?” she squeals, thrilled.

  “Sure but I have a little task for you in return,” he teases.

  “Even better,” she teases right back.

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” my mother slams into their play. “You cant take my aunt on that huge bike of yours. You’ll kill her