Operation: Tempt Me

by Christina James

  “It’s Wallace.”

  “Yes, sir.” Miller kept his gaze on Cambrie but she wouldn’t look at him, just stared out the window.

  “Listen, I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut short your R&R, Miller. Need you back in three days. We’re going after some new intelligence. Wanted to deploy tonight, but ran into a few snags. You’re just going to have to stop playing house and tell the pretty lady you’ll send her a postcard.”

  “Understood, and believe me, asshole, I’m going to kick your fucking ass for that last remark.” Chance may be his team leader, but that didn’t mean Miller had to take shit from his best friend.

  “Bring it on, buddy,” Chance said, his laughing tone contagious as Miller cracked a grin. “See you when you get your ass back to work.”

  The call disconnected and Miller replaced the phone in the front pocket of his pants. Cambrie faced him.

  “Do you have to leave now?” Her nerves reverberated across the table.

  “No. Just had my vacation shortened by a few days. I’ve got three left before I need to report back.”

  Her shoulders loosened and her expression relaxed. “Would you like to take a short ride, Miller? It’s such a lovely day and I would love to spend it walking in the woods with you. There’s some great fall foliage coming out.”

  The waitress cleared their dishes and left the check.

  “Don’t even think about it, Cambrie, or I’ll spank you and won’t give a shit who’s around to watch,” Miller stated when she reached for the check.

  She gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.”

  He cocked an eyebrow and stared. “Care to find out?”

  The wicked smile that creased her unpainted lips challenged him. “I know the perfect place I want to take you. We’ll have all the privacy I’ll need.”

  Throwing a few bills on the table, Miller stood and Cambrie followed. “And what will you need privacy for, darling?”

  When she stood on her toes to whisper in his ear, he never expected to hear, “I can’t wait to take your magnificent cock deep into my throat and taste your cum on my tongue.”

  He growled, unable to control the sound escaping his throat. When the little witch turned and walked from the restaurant, sashaying that tight little ass in front of him, Miller’s thoughts were consumed with visions of her sucking his cock and then him fucking her ass. God, she was slowly killing him.

  Walking with a hard-on proved torturous. Once inside the car, he adjusted his cock the best he could before taking her hand and placing it over the bulge in his pants. “See what you started?” he complained. “How fucking long until we get to the forest?”

  She roared the engine to life, laughing. “About half an hour. You’ll survive.”

  “Barely.” He rested his head back on the headrest, wishing there was room to stroke his cock.

  “Don’t lie back, Miller, or you’ll miss the foliage.”

  He stared at her, incredulous. “Honey, if you think I’m interested in the color of a few friggin’ leaves after the image you just planted in my mind, then I think you’re stoned.”

  Her giggle only made him want to feel the warmth of her mouth on his dick more.

  “Christ, just drive, Cambrie. Get us there.”

  ****

  Miller followed Cambrie into the woods after she put on a sweatshirt, each step torment for his hard cock.

  “I used to hike up here for the exercise and the peacefulness of the forest. But I don’t have time lately to do much of anything, so this is a special treat for me today,” Cambrie said, striding along a path abutted by thick brush and tall trees.

  A special treat for her? Hell, once those lips circled his cock, he’d be the lucky one. She had at least been correct about privacy. Much to his relief, there were no other cars in the parking lot when they had pulled in. If he didn’t get that blowjob she promised, he expected to collapse from the torture of waiting.

  “This is one of many fantasies, Cam, that you’re about to help come true,” he said, enjoying her energy as they trekked forward and deeper into the solitude of the woods.

  “What is?” she asked, flinging a quick glance back over her shoulder.

  “Public sex. Always wondered how intense it’d be.”

  She stopped in front of a massive boulder. “You’re about to find out. We’ve reached our destination, Lt. Daly. Welcome to Boulder Ridge, a local hangout.”

  He glanced around. They stood in a small clearing where fallen tree stumps formed a circle near a makeshift fire pit. The fall air was crisp and clean. Inhaling, he wanted to steady his pounding heart to prevent coming the second her mouth touched his dick.

  When her slim hand moved over the front of his jeans and her smile flashed with mischief, he thought again. Now he’d have to worry about coming with just her touch.

  Arching his head back, he drew on his intense military training to control his emotions, but the task seemed impossible as Cambrie maneuvered her hand inside his pants once she unzipped them.

  Looking down, he saw heaven. Cambrie knelt before him, gripping the length of his cock, licking her lips.

  “I’ve wanted to taste you on my tongue forever, Miller,” she purred, stroking his cock with a grip that had him grinding his teeth against the pure pleasure shooting through his body.

  “Nothing stopping you now, baby. Oh, God, if you make me beg, I’m going to light your ass on fire for it,” he blurted out, making fists to control his edginess.

  After a quick peek around, Cambrie slipped her lips over the thick head of his cock. The pleasure of that intimate touch shook Miller to the core. When he tightened his body against the unbelievable urges filling him, his head banged off the boulder. But even with the slight pain on his scalp, he wasn’t distracted by how great her mouth felt around his dick.

  She sucked with little tugs, her tongue darting out to lick the sides and the head of his cock, paying particular attention to the slit. When she removed her mouth, he wanted to beg for mercy.

  “Am I doing it right? I’ve never done this before, Miller.”

  Oh. Holy. Fucking. Hell. Did he just hear her right? “Baby, you have no idea what it means to me that my cock is the only one to enjoy the pleasures of your mouth. Don’t change a thing you’re doing.” His words rushed out with his breathlessness. “Suck my cock, Cambrie. Show me how that pretty mouth can drive me wild.”

  Her smile lit up her face. Taking his rod back into her mouth, she kept a steady pace, sucking the length of him in and out of the warmth of her mouth. Each time the head of his cock brushed against the back of her throat, he cringed, not wanting to come yet and end this thrill.

  “Damn, Cambrie.” It hurt to speak the words through gritted teeth.

  She stopped the sucking for a bit and licked her tongue up and down his erection. “What if someone comes, Miller?”

  “Fuck them! Just don’t stop. Feels too damn good.”

  “Mmmm. I know.” She swallowed his cock again.

  That was it. She was a threat to national security if she could single-handedly take a killing machine to his knees with just her hands and mouth. The jagged rock at his back couldn’t deter him from the explosion rising.

  He wanted to rip his jacket off as his temperature rose, but there was no way to do it without breaking connection with Cambrie. And no way in hell did he want that to happen.

  Every inch of his body quivered, mesmerized by Cambrie’s sensual exploration. If she hadn’t admitted never giving a blowjob before, he wouldn’t have believed it the way her mouth worked magic over his cock—sucking, licking, slurping, sucking, licking, slurping. Christ, it was too intense. His knees threatened to buckle under the weight of his need.

  His head rolled side to side, his eyes stared up at treetops against a partly cloudy sky. A noise to the right caught his attention, the sound of a breaking branch. He’d kill whoever interrupted them. Looking toward the source of the noise, relief consumed him when he noticed two squirrels jumping
through the brush.

  Glancing down at Cambrie while she had his cock buried deep in her pretty mouth was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. His hand fisted in her long hair, directing her motions. The move only served to make her suck his dick harder, pushing at the orgasm that lingered just over the horizon.

  “Oh, Cambrie, baby.” His few words exhausted him, his thoughts only for the woman on her knees in front of him.

  “Mmmm.” Her enthusiastic response sealed the deal.

  “Cam, pull back. I’m…going…to come. Pull back…or swallow.”

  With a grunt, his body tightened, his hand let her hair go for fear of pulling it too hard. Grasping at the boulder, he bucked, spilling his cum into her mouth. She hadn’t pulled back, but surprised him as she swallowed his load, greedily sucking until the last drop was cleaned from his cock.

  Gasping for breath and willing his legs to continue to hold him up, Miller found the strength to lift his head from the rock and stare down at Cambrie. She sat licking her lips, a satisfied look on her flushed face. Her eyes glanced quickly around the woods before looking up at him.

  He offered his hand to help her stand. While she brushed leaves from her legs, Miller shoved his cock back into his pants, amazed at how sensitive it was, how it still hummed with the vibrations still swirling within him. Usually after a blowjob, he went limp and forgot the pleasure within minutes. Cambrie’s had stunned him with its intensity.

  But even after coming so hard, his dick still remained semi-hard. It would take only one touch from Cambrie to be rock hard again. He adjusted his jeans for ultimate comfort before pulling Cambrie into his arms. Wrapping her in an embrace against his chest, he kissed the top of her head, staring into the peaceful land surrounding them.

  “There’s a waterfall I want to show you,” Cambrie said, her words muffled against his jacket. She pulled away and smiled up at him. “It’s a small one but still beautiful. It’s a five minute walk and then we should head back before it gets dark.”

  “This place is beautiful, Cambrie,” he said, holding her hand as she led the way back through the forest. Birds flew from tree to tree, bushes rustled with the small animals hiding within, and the soft breeze carried the scents of the forest-dirt, pine, flowers. “But its beauty can’t compete with yours. I’m having an amazing time, Cam. Just wanted you to know that.”

  Her smile did things to his insides that he had never felt before. The way his heart constricted like it was in a vice grip, the way his chest felt like someone stood on it, the way his flesh came alive with tiny goosebumps. Christ. What was this woman doing to him?

  “And I just want you to know, Lt. Daly, that I’ve never had so much fun in my life. You bring out a side of me, well, that I never knew existed.”

  “That’s only because you never gave yourself a chance to follow your heart and know the happiness you try so hard to give to your aunt, the library, your friends.”

  Her slender shoulders gave a shrug. “Maybe. But before I met you, I could never imagine giving a blowjob in broad daylight in the middle of the woods where anyone could have seen us.”

  “It was thrilling, wasn’t it?”

  She laughed, the sound a soft music to his ears. “Oh, hell yes. I really got into it.”

  His cock twitched in his pants. “Oh, I know you did.”

  “I felt…free. I felt…sexy. The feeling was simply amazing. I feel like a new woman around you, Miller. Thank you.”

  “Thank me? For what?”

  She shrugged again. “For agreeing to be my pen pal.”

  He returned her smile with a wide one of his own. “Best damn decision I’ve ever made. That is the God’s honest truth.”

  They stepped onto a small ledge overlooking the falls. Water sprayed from a rock ledge across from where they stood. Green foliage covered every inch of land. Nature sang as birds chirped, insects buzzed, and butterflies hummed.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he held her back to his chest and kissed her neck. “It’s gorgeous,” he spoke against her skin. “If it weren’t so chilly, I’d suggest making love right here. What I wouldn’t give to hear your screams of pleasure echo off of that waterfall.”

  She turned into his embrace, burying her hands inside his jacket to rest on his sides. “Mmmm. That sounds divine, but since we can’t then I’ll settle for a kiss before we head home to make love. We’ll drive by the library to get your motorcycle.”

  Lowering his head, he captured her lips, surprised when she matched his power. He held her tightly for fear of losing his balance. He thought he tasted a little of himself on her tongue, tanginess mixed with her usual sweetness.

  Their tongues danced together in a slow battle of wills, each wanting to conquer the other, to devour the heat flowing from their connection. When her fingernails dug into his shoulders, his dick stirred to life at the twitch of pain. His lust grew with each swipe of her tongue against his. Damn, this woman was like the sweetest addiction. He feared never getting his fill.

  What was it about Cambrie that he lost his thoughts at her touch? His mind blanked of all other matters in his life and filled only with visions of her naked body lying beneath his while his cock slipped into her bare pussy lips. His hand slid under the sweatshirt and scanned over her belly to her breast, capturing the soft mound in his hand. Squeezing, he wished he had the nipple between his lips sucking it hard until she cried out in pleasure and begged for more.

  She chose to break the connection, stepping back gasping for air. The flushed skin on her cheeks highlighted her delicate features. There was no doubt in his mind he could wake up staring into those dancing eyes for the rest of his life. With an inward sigh, he wanted to kick himself. Thinking like that would only make his departure that much harder when the time came.

  “I’m cooking you dinner, Cambrie. Come on, we should head back,” he said, needing to walk and leave the romantic waterfall behind them.

  A peel of laughter from Cambrie caught his attention. Just what the hell was so funny?

  As if she read his mind, she spoke up. “We can feast on frozen pizza or mac and cheese. Take your choice, but neither really can constitute a real dinner. They just barely pass as sustenance. Consequences of being single and not knowing how to cook. If I have any more fires at my apartment, the Maddyville Fire Department has threatened to issue a ‘No Cooking Allowed’ order. The chief, who knows Auntie, has even promised to have the Town Council make it a law.”

  Miller joined in her laughter and walked with his arm around her shoulder. “Well, rest assured, my dear, that I know how to cook without setting the place on fire. And since I went to the market before I came to see you at work, I picked up dinner. And it’s real food, not frozen or canned or boxed.” He kissed the top of her head before they stepped over a fallen log. “We’ll enjoy a romantic dinner before I ravage you all night.”

  There had never been a romantic bone in his body until Cambrie. The woman stirred him to do things that he had never imagined. And he had enjoyed every second with her so far.

  “Okay, then I’ll take care of dessert,” she said, back at the car.

  He glanced at her. “And what will that be?”

  “Me with whipped cream.” Her mischief was an instant turn-on.

  “Damn, woman. I think you could make me go AWOL.”

  The car filled with laughter as Cambrie sped home, the sun offering its last rays of the day as the temps fell with the loss of the sun’s heat.

  And Miller’s heart swelled with an emotion so strong he just couldn’t figure it out. For the first time, his training couldn’t help him.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Cambrie inhaled the mouth-watering scents coming from the kitchen where Miller dutifully cooked dinner. She peeked in, adoring the sight of him at the stove stirring a chicken stir-fry.

  “Okay, I’ve changed my clothes,” she said, standing in jeans and a clean T-shirt. “What can I do to help?” she asked, stepping to his side and peering into t
he steaming pan.

  He kissed her forehead before whisking the contents of the pan. “Just set the table, hun. This is done.”

  She was pleased to at least have decent dishware even if frozen pizza typically adorned it. When she’d sold Aunt Annabelle’s house, there were a few things she managed to keep, like the antique China plates she cherished and used now for her romantic dinner with Miller.

  When he plated the stir-fry and took his seat, Cambrie joined him. Digging into the food, she tasted heaven. What a treat to actually have a homemade meal.

  “God, Miller. You don’t have to worry about going AWOL. I’m not planning on letting you leave.” She sipped her iced tea. “I haven’t had a home cooked meal like this since Aunt Annabelle dished one up.”

  Miller offered a slight smile before forking more food into his mouth. Every time she looked up, she caught him watching her.

  She waved her fork. “You’re going to make me self-conscious if you keep watching me so intently while I eat, Miller.”

  “Not to turn the mood somber, but how old were you when you lost your parents?”

  She never saw that question coming. Holding her fork, she used it to toy with her veggies. His hand covered hers and stopped her motion. Forcing her eyes up, she saw the quiet determination in the depths of his soft gaze.

  “I know it must be hard as hell to talk about, but you’ll have to tell me eventually how you came to be with Aunt Annabelle.” With a tender tone, he spoke in a manner that comforted. “I won’t force you to talk about it. Hell, I know there are some things that can be just too damn difficult to talk about. But someday I hope you trust me enough to share that part of you because it’s made you who you are, Cambrie Brasher. A wonderful, brilliant, adorable woman who takes my breath away.” He gulped his iced tea. “Aunt Annabelle is a major part of your life. I’d love to hear more about her. When you’re ready.”

  Miller didn’t pressure her, didn’t demand answers, didn’t complain that she hesitated to speak of a past she wished not to relive. But he was right. She owed him at least an explanation about why Aunt Annabelle was important to her.