Miller had stepped in as Team Leader for Chance while he patrolled the southern border. Miller had some time to kill while he waited, hoping the terrorist would crack under the pressure. Probably wouldn’t be that easy, but sometimes the good guys caught a break.
Miller found a free laptop in the office and logged into his email. He hadn’t been able to reply to Cambrie because he was afraid it’d shake his concentration, but he did like to read each new email and re-read her old ones as often as he could.
When he read her latest email listing all of her accomplishments, he had to reply.
Hello, Cambrie baby. I’m well. I miss you like I hadn’t expected. Please keep writing. I read them when I can, even if I can’t respond. It makes my day to hear from you and knowing that you’re out there thinking of me. I think of you too.
I sleep with a little bit of peace as I dream of your beautiful body. I’m so proud of all that you’re doing at work and with Aunt Annabelle. I promise to check with you before I bust her out of the nursing home prison. LOL.
I don’t have long, but maybe when I can secure some privacy you can put that web cam to use and have cyber sex with me. You have no idea how crazy it makes me to imagine your sexy body naked on my computer screen while you play with yourself and imagine it’s me there.
Christ, my cock is throbbing now just thinking of it. If I were still there, I’d wake you up with my mouth on your breast. Would you wake me up with your mouth on my cock?
“God, the thoughts that go through my mind about you. Get the sexy lingerie and heels ready for when we can have some cyber alone time. Until then, baby girl, I miss the hell out of you and will see you as soon as I can.
Oh, and please do me a favor since it’s hard for me to send emails where I am. Tell Greg that I’ve received his emails and want him to email me as often as needed. Tell him that I understand and will gladly do him a favor on my next visit. Sweet dreams, Cambrie. MWAH!
Miller
Miller logged off and returned to Cade. The sooner the team recovered the stolen arsenal of weapons, the safer the world would be and the sooner he could get back to Cambrie.
****
Cambrie’s living room had turned into a second office, but she didn’t mind the extra workload associated with the veterans grant. It kept her busy and gave her something to focus on other than Miller.
It had been such a pleasant surprise to receive his email yesterday after work. She hated not being able to pick up her cell phone and call him. In this modern day, having the technology to keep in touch, yet not being able to do so, blew her mind.
If she allowed her thoughts to wander, then she would conjure up awful images of where Miller could be deployed. His lack of communication probably meant he was in a remote area of the world where technology was scarce or non-existent. Just the thought of not having such amenities made Cambrie appreciate the comforts she had.
After visiting Aunt Annabelle earlier in the evening, Cambrie felt confident that she had convinced the old woman to abandon her ideas of escaping the nursing home. Of course, the barrage of questions she had to deal with from Aunt Annabelle had given her a headache by the time she left. Cambrie couldn’t tell her aunt when Miller would be back if she didn’t know herself.
Ding!
Cambrie ignored the alarm on her computer since she had been getting so many emails about the pen pal program and needed time to complete her other projects. Emails would have to wait and she didn’t expect Miller to write again so soon, so whoever it was would have to wait. She continued to organize more military photos since the first honor board had been so successful and already filled up.
Ding!
Ding!
It took Cambrie a moment to realize that wasn’t an alert for an incoming email but an IM notification. She moved the poster board holding a dozen photos and captions to her kitchen table and hurried to sit on the couch. With a quick glance at the computer screen, Cambrie gasped.
An IM text box with Miller’s name blinked “Hey sexy lady.”
“Oh, my God. Yay!” she shouted and typed.
“Hey Miller! What a great surprise this is.”
“Don’t know how long I’ve got. We’ve been on the move for 20 hrs & I’m beat.”
“Oh. Well it’s still good 2 hear from U.”
“I hate 2 be rushed but I only have a few mins & need 2 see U naked. Will U play on web cam 4 me, Cam?”
Desire soaked her panties as her pussy throbbed and pulsed. How could he turn her on with such a simple request? “U mean cyber sex?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m so fucking horny. I need 2 see U, Cam. You don’t have 2 touch yourself. Just give me a glimpse of UR naked body. I’ll beg but it won’t be a pretty sight. LOL.”
She laughed, feeling wild and alluring. There was nothing wrong with playing over the Internet with the man who had fucked her to the best orgasms of her life. It was just them, alone, separated by cyber space and thousands of miles. She clicked on her web cam to invite him to view it. “Oh, I think I’d rather U beg 4 mercy, Miller.”
“Now there’s my naughty girl. Show me how naughty U can be, baby.” He sent her a link to his web cam.
When they had connected, she wasn’t quite prepared for what she saw on her screen. The image was fuzzy and showed Miller dressed in fatigues with a mean looking gun lying on the bed beside him. She swallowed hard and tried not to concentrate on his surroundings.
“Can you see me, Miller? U R fuzzy.”
“Yes, baby. I see U. So beautiful & hot. So U think U can make me beg 4 mercy?”
“Do U have privacy?”
“Yes, ma’am. Anyone steps in here gets shot.”
“Miller!”
“Jokin’.”
“Then if U want me 2 touch myself then U have 2 as well. Mutual masturbation.” She thought that was a fair deal. Cyber sex required two people.
“Hmmm, someone’s been doing her research. I like that. Ok. Now strip. I can’t but will take my cock out 4 U.”
His words heated her skin and had her pussy clenching, wishing his mouth were laying tender kisses on the moist flesh. Looking around the cramped room, she knew she had to keep the laptop on the coffee table and adjust it as needed.
Miller’s web cam showed him unzip his pants, pull out his cock through the narrow opening, and stroke up and down. God, she wished she could hear his voice. She made a mental note to join one of the online sites she’d heard about that allowed people to web cam each other for free and talk too.
“Nice cock. I miss how it feels thrusting inside my tight pussy.” She stood and quickly removed her clothes, knowing they didn’t have a lot of time for her to give him a strip show.
“I get rock hard with every thought of U. Look at UR gorgeous breasts. Wish my mouth was sucking on them right now.”
She wiggled out of her pants until she was sitting on her couch completely naked and feeling sexier than ever. Staring at the small image of Miller on the screen, she smiled and typed.
“If I rub my clit will U stroke that cock so I can see U come?”
“Fuck, baby. Just the sight of UR hot naked body has me ready 2 explode. Rub UR clit & pinch UR nipples. Think of my mouth on both.”
Oh, God. She could almost hear him saying those words. Leaning back on her couch, she got comfortable to see the laptop screen while she masturbated. Running her hands along her belly to her clit. She stroked the hard nub, not surprised to find her pussy soaked with her juices. She dipped a finger into her wetness to spread the slickness over her clit and rubbed small circles.
On the screen Miller stroked his cock while it looked like he still typed.
Ding!
Damn the man was talented, masturbating while typing. The background appeared to be getting lighter. Maybe it was morning where he was.
“UR so fucking hot, Cambrie. Now when U come U have to scream my name.”
She couldn’t possibly type while lying in the position she was in so she offere
d a thumb’s up. Her womb awakened with greedy little spasms flowing over every inch of her vagina. An ache formed over her swelling pussy lips.
Hadn’t she been in a constant state of arousal since he’d left? With each circular motion over her clit, her hips bucked more and more. Using her other hand to squeeze her nipples, Cambrie soon found herself crying out, thoughts of Miller’s cock pummeling into her, fucking her to orgasm, consumed her until she thought of nothing else but the glorious pleasure encompassing her entire body.
“Miller! Oh, yes! Miller. Yes.”
The orgasm ripped through her pussy with lightning fast speed leaving no tender nerve untouched. With spasms and aches overwhelming her, Cambrie’s hands fell to her side unable to pleasure herself any more. The intensity of the orgasm made her clit too tender to touch.
Rolling her head to the side, she was just in time to catch Miller jerking off on the web cam, his face set in a determined stare, his jaw clenched. When he jerked forward then back and a stream of cum shot in the air, Cambrie smiled.
She had done that to Miller. She had taken a tough military man and, with no sounds or touches, gotten him to explode. The only thing that would make it better would be if Miller were here with her.
He stood and wiped a cloth over his hands and cock before slipping his softening erection back into his pants. When he sat and started typing, she stood and wrapped a blanket around her and settled back in front of the screen. She hadn’t realized that she had been breathing heavy until she tried to relax and had to fan her cheeks where they blushed.
“Baby, that felt so damn good. I just wish I could kiss U right now. Everywhere.”
“Mmmm. Me 2. Sounds nice.”
“Once again U surpassed my expectations.”
“And U mine. But U could be awakening my naughty girl 2 much.”
“Never could be 2 much.”
“It can if I tie U 2 my bed & keep U there until I have my way with U.”
“Ah, careful. You’ll tease my naughty boy side 2 much.”
“Never could be 2 much.” She threw his words back with a smile.
“Damn, what the hell did I ever do 2 deserve U, baby?”
“U answered my email. LOL.”
“Smart ass. There had 2 be some force behind U being sent 2 me.”
“Yeah, it was called Emma and Finn Coleman. Hahaha.”
“Remind me 2 spank U when I get back.”
“Oh, not 2 worry, honey. I have a whole list of reminders 4 U.”
“Keep those thoughts, baby. I hate 2 end this but I really do have 2 get going.”
“I still had a great time tonight, Miller. I love learning 2 do new things.”
“Christ, U R getting me hard again. Not a good thing when I can’t fuck that sweet pussy & hot ass any time soon. Behave, Cambrie. I’ll be in touch when I can OK?”
“OK.”
“Sweet dreams, baby girl.”
“You 2, Miller. Hugz!”
When the picture of him left the screen, Cambrie sat for a moment just staring at their chat session. She re-read it and was amazed how horny she got all over again. She really needed to figure out why Miller could affect her with just a couple sexy words.
Logging off the computer, Cambrie looked around the apartment and rubbed her arms. Shrugging out of the blanket, she got dressed again, her body still humming from the brief but sweet masturbation session, her swollen pussy spasmed with tiny waves of lingering pleasure. It was probably the result of re-reading Miller’s hot conversation that made her horny again.
She feared with a man like Miller in her life that she’d always be a horny mess. One look from his eyes would always set her skin on fire. One stolen kiss would always leave her wanting more. Yeah, she was pretty much screwed when it came to Miller Daly…and not in a good way.
Chapter Sixteen
Miller had only himself to blame for torturing his dick with that hot masturbation session with Cambrie the other day. He should’ve known it would fuck with his mind and keep Cambrie constantly in his head instead of easing the need for her like he had hoped.
His plan had backfired. Now he couldn’t even walk past a computer without his cock stiffening and images of Cambrie’s naked body kept him awake at night.
The military transport plane carrying Miller and fellow team members Cade, Chance, Logan, and Killian rumbled out of Kuwait. Miller swore the team spent more time flying to their destinations than they did fighting the enemy. He rested his head back against the plane’s fuselage. Aw, hell, he was in a sour mood because he needed to feel Cambrie’s naked, wiggling body under his touch and that wouldn’t happen today.
No conversation could be heard over the roar of the engines, so the men kept to themselves, reading, sleeping, or day dreaming, which was exactly what Miller did. He had worked out the timing of his next assignment. If all went according to plan, he’d be a very happy man in about two days.
He searched his gear for gum and found the pack of envelopes that Cambrie had handed him the night he’d left. Leave her. He hated those words.
Opening the letters, he quickly read them with some amusement. The kids had written about everything from school to sports to Cambrie. Now he understood why so many boys were at the library instead of outside wreaking havoc around town. They were infatuated with the hot librarian.
Even with the crushes, it was nice that Cambrie had found a way to include the teens in the pen pal program. The kids should learn to support their troops. Too many were fuck-ups roaming the street and looking for trouble. But this group that Cambrie had writing to Miller appeared to have great heads on their shoulders.
The next letter caught Miller’s attention as soon as he spotted the kid’s name—Greg Welchum.
Miller now had two reasons to get back to Maddyville. First, for Cambrie. Second, to kick this kid’s father’s ass for using his kid as a punching bag. Oh, Miller didn’t need the boy to spell it out, he knew that’s what was happening to him.
Miller was trained to figure out people fast. And Greg was a traumatized youngster, no doubt in his mind. It was evident in the sad tone of Greg’s emails. How he talked about wanting to leave home, but couldn’t because his mother would never leave his dad. And Greg could never leave the mother.
Miller opened the letter.
Dear Lt. Daly,
It’s Greg, the one who Miss Brasher is going to have email you from the library. First, she needs to set me up an email account. She also wanted the Teen Readers Group to write letters because she said troops like to get real mail too.
I think email’s better and faster, but Miss Brasher is nice so I don’t mind helping her. I don’t know what to write because I don’t know you. Maybe you can tell me how I can enlist in the military. I can’t stay here. My dad’s a jerk and, well, we don’t get along. He won’t send me to college so I need to find a way to go. The military can teach a person to defend themselves, right? I saw a recruitment ad. We can talk about it maybe.
Greg Welchum
Miller folded the letter and shoved it back into the envelope. He swore under his breath, the words chewed up by the noise from the plane’s engines. Shoving the stack of envelopes back into his gear bag, Miller sat back grinding his teeth.
He hated fucking bullies and Greg’s dad was a bully and a pussy. Wonder how the bastard would do in a fair fight with someone his own size?
Miller smirked. Not very fucking well if he could help it.
****
Cambrie’s eyes fought to stay open. Staring at her computer screen, she finished the last column of the monthly newsletter that went out via email to the library’s supporters. It was hard to write about Miller as just a pen pal when all she wanted to do was feel his strong arms around her again.
She let out a long breath and shut down the program. She’d have to proofread it tomorrow when hopefully her brain functioned better than today. But the day hadn’t been a total waste. It surprised her how much work she had gotten done when her
determination not to dwell on Miller kicked into high gear. Looking around her office, she smiled, proud of the clean desk, the neat piles on her wall unit, and organized file cabinet.
A knock on the door won a silent curse from her. All she had was another hour and had hoped to spend it quietly in her office, sulking over Miller. Now she had to deal with either Mr. Hackler or Mrs. Ginnity, and she didn’t have any interest in their demanding tones right now.
“Come in.” Cambrie spoke sharply, hoping her tone didn’t sound too unwelcoming, even if she wasn’t in the mood for company.
The door creaked open, inch-by-inch, and she was ready to scream with the aggravation until a handsome face peeked around the door.
“Now aren’t you as pretty as I left you?” The strong male voice filled her small office like a booming cannon.
Her eyes flew open wide, blinking three times, before she’d believe the sight before her. “Miller! Holy shit!” Cambrie couldn’t contain her excitement. Jumping out of her seat, she launched herself into Miller’s open arms and slammed her lips onto his.
His mouth opened to allow her tongue entry. With swift movements to taste all of him, her tongue battled his for domination. Heat from the kiss sizzled between them. Her hands clawed at his head, his hair so short it barely covered his scalp. Lust consumed her, giving her a strength that made her feel like she could compete with this man’s potent sexual abilities. So many ideas on how they could make love raced through her mind.
Breaking the connection, Cambrie stared at Miller, her eyes glancing all over him. He was really here back with her. “You came back,” she whispered, afraid to speak louder and have her voice crack with the emotions swelling her heart.
“I said I would, baby girl. Now, where were we before my job interrupted us?”
Before he could kiss her again, she placed her hand on his chest and stopped him. “Hold on a minute, Miller. Are you going to run off again?”
His expression showed hesitancy, conflicting emotions etched across his tired, bruised face. “That’s the nature of my job, Cam.”
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