Bruised face? What the fuck? “Your face. Oh, no. How could I not notice your face and,” she said, turning his head with her fingers, “your neck. You’re hurt.”
His hands grabbed hers and stopped them from running over his jaw and throat, holding them between their bodies. “Not hurt at all. Just some scrapes.”
“Just some—” she stopped. “You’re right. You have a job that requires you to dodge bullets and bombs. What’s a few fucking bruises, right?”
He smirked. “Technically, you can’t really dodge a bomb.”
She narrowed her eyes and pushed out of his grasp. “You are so not funny, Miller. Christ!”
How could she accept the fact that his job was so dangerous and, yet, be expected to ship him back out the door the minute his phone rang? There was more to military life than she ever knew. She definitely didn’t like it.
“Hey, Cambrie, a man doesn’t have to be in the military to get bruises you know.”
“Yeah, well, you seem to have gotten your fair share since I last saw you.”
“Correction. The one on the jaw is fresh. I’d say about an hour old. The rest happened last week, courtesy of a terrorist who didn’t like the fact that my team and I interrupted his plans. I will never regret those kinds of bruises, baby.”
“And the one on your jaw? Why’s it fresh?” A sneaky suspicion grew within her.
Miller shrugged those wide shoulders like it took no effort at all. “Just had to stop and pay a visit to Greg’s father. Thought he should know what a great son he had.”
Her eyes widened. “And did you tell him?”
“Sure did. And I think he heard me loud and clear. Again, I’d take a bruise for that any day.”
She clenched her fists at her side. “Oh, Miller. Poor Greg. His father is a mean son-of-a-bitch. What happens when you leave and aren’t here to address the situation?”
“First, I would never jeopardize a child’s safety. Second, Greg Senior and I came to an agreement.”
“An agreement?” She raised a brow. “Which was?”
“Simple. He doesn’t pound on his son and I don’t pound on him.”
Snapping her fingers, she spoke calmer than she felt. “Just like that, you think he’ll listen.”
“You haven’t seen his face yet, sweetheart. He’ll listen. Guys like him are only as tough as their competition is weak. He’s nothing but a bully. I gave him a dose of his own medicine. He didn’t like it, so he agreed to do things my way.”
With her arms crossed, she watched him. “Sounds pretty cocky of you.”
“Not at all cocky. Confident. Greg wrote me. Wasn’t hard to see the pain hidden in his words. I couldn’t sit back, Cam, and not show the kid that there are still people left in this crazy ass world that will stick up for someone because it’s the right thing to do. Besides, I had a better chance of winning against the ox than you did.”
She gasped. “Mrs. Ginnity!”
“I won’t disclose my source, but I better never hear of you wanting to put yourself in danger again.”
Laughter bubbled from her throat. “This coming from the man who bleeds regularly for his job.”
“Smart ass.” He smiled. “Can I convince you to leave a little early?”
“I’d love to, but I have to wait until closing to lock up,” Cambrie said, unable to hide her disappointment.
“All taken care of. Mrs. Ginnity said she’d be more than happy to stay for you. Ran into her out front,” he said, hitching a thumb toward the half-open door.
“Of course you did,” she said, thrilled that he was a man of action. “Let’s go then.”
Walking out to the main lobby, Cambrie froze when she saw the sheriff speaking with Mrs. Ginnity at the checkout counter. She was sure he wasn’t checking out any library books.
“Cambrie, dear. How are you?” Sheriff Haskell said, tipping his hat.
“Fine, sheriff. What brings you here?” Her knees started to shake, threatening to let her fall to the floor.
“Oh, that would probably be me,” Miller said calmly with one elbow leaning on the counter.
“And you’d be a wise man, Lt. Daly.” The sheriff extended a hand to shake Miller’s. “Sheriff Haskell. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Your service to our country is much appreciated.”
“As is yours to this community, sir,” Miller responded. “I like knowing Cambrie has people around to watch her back. Whatever you need to ask me, go ahead, sir. I respect the law and will answer truthfully. Have nothing to hide.”
The sheriff chuckled and Cambrie held her breath. “No questions at all. Just stopped by to meet you after I heard you were in town. Got a call about a military man making house calls. Wanted to thank you for addressing a pesky problem I’ve had no luck taking care of. I’ve always wanted to do it, but the badge stopped me. Now you’ve done it for me.”
“Just trying to look out for those that couldn’t do it for themselves, sheriff.”
“Well, son, sometimes the best medicine is a taste of our own treacherous ways. Appreciate your assistance even if I have to state that Maddyville is a law-abiding town. Just don’t want street justice to get out of line.”
“Of course not, sir. I understand.”
Cambrie stopped holding her breath and sucked in a deep drag of air. Her heart pounded, expecting the sheriff to blast Miller for the fight with Greg Sr., or worse, arrest him.
The sheriff said his goodbyes and Mrs. Ginnity shoed Cambrie and Miller out of the library.
“I’ve got my truck this time,” Miller said, stopping in front of a massive, shiny black pick-up truck. “Too cold for the motorcycle. I’ll follow you home.”
With a quick smack of lips, Cambrie abandoned Miller only for the time it took to drive to her apartment.
Once inside, butterflies swarmed in Cambrie’s belly. The feeling so welcome after all the misery she’d been having since Miller had left.
“How long do we have this time?” she dared to ask.
He stood in front of her, his hands gripping her waist. “Only until tomorrow. I couldn’t stay away so, when the team got back to the States, I headed straight here.”
“Only until tomorrow?” she repeated, saddened that their time would be so short, but she had to be grateful for him coming at all. She didn’t want to interpret what those actions from this wonderful man could mean. It was too much to think about right now when all she could do was envision him naked and sweaty.
His fingers tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. His gaze held hers. “Yes, I’m sorry, baby. I have to leave with the team tomorrow evening for another assignment in Jordan. Should take about two weeks, maybe more, maybe less. We never know.”
“You told me where you were heading this time,” she said, wondering if it was better to know or not.
“Yes. This is just a training mission not combat, so it’s not so secretive. Just wanted to see you before I had to leave.”
Somewhere from deep inside, she pulled on strength that she never knew existed. This man had sacrificed his time and sleep to come see her again. They would make the best of it until they were blessed with more time together. He had a job to protect the country. She had a job to make him forget everything for the hours he was with her.
Her knuckles skimmed his cheek roughened by day old beard growth and fading bruises. “I have never been more proud of someone than I am of you right now, Lt. Miller Daly. Your dedication to your job is inspiring. And for you to come all this way just to spend a special night with me, well, I can only ask for you to have patience with me. I’m not used to how you live, but I want to learn all about it. It’s hard for me to say goodbye when all I want is to be in your arms, but I support your military service, Miller, one hundred percent. It’s what you do and what you’re about. I could never be anything but proud to be a part of your life…no matter where you are. Just want you to know that.”
His hard stare couldn’t hide the emotions and lust swirling within the depths o
f those brown eyes as they studied her. “My, God, Cambrie. Just when I think I know you, just when I think I know what you’re thinking, you astonish the hell out of me again. I love your honesty. Aunt Annabelle should be very proud of her awesome niece. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so grateful to be here with.”
“Then I think it’s about time you show me how grateful you are.” Her teasing awakened the naughty girl in her and she stepped backward, hooking her finger for him to follow. “I’ve been naughty. Think I deserve a spanking.”
He growled and leapt after her. She dodged his grasp and ran for the bedroom, shrieking and laughing. When his forearm caught her around the middle and flipped her over his shoulder, she felt like the sexiest woman alive. Miller was all hers for the next few hours. All hers.
Smack! His hand landed on her ass.
“Ow!” she yelled, the heat of the imprint left on her ass cheek arousing her instantly.
She wiggled, but it was a futile effort with his strength as he sat on the bed tugging her up beside him.
“I’ve been dying to spank this pretty little ass.” He flipped her across his knees, holding her with his arm, not even giving her a chance to change from her work clothes. With his free hand, he dragged her skirt up over her bottom. “Very sexy thong, baby. Think I’ll leave that in place while I give you your spanking.”
“Gonna keep talking about it or you gonna show me what you got?” She swallowed hard, wondering how wise it was to tease the man who had her ass at his mercy.
“Okay, darling. Remember you said that.” Was he laughing?
Uh-oh.
With no further warning, his hand rained down on her ass like lightning, fast and hot.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The fire built rapidly on the cheeks of her ass, spreading quickly to her pussy. The aches taking control of her inner core were impossible to relieve. Attempts to grind her clit against his leg didn’t work thanks to the awkward position she lay in.
“Oh, Miller.”
After every few slaps, he took a few seconds to massage her tender cheeks with the same hand that had punished them. Lust blinded her and sucked air from her lungs as she rode the pleasure building deep inside her body. Every inch of her needed to feel Miller’s touch, his kisses.
“Wish you could see how pink your ass gets when I spank it, Cambrie. The heat drives me insane with the need to fuck you hard and deep.”
“Fuck me then. Please. I want to come.”
Did he laugh again? Oh, she would choke him when she got up.
“Can’t yet. I’m enjoying this. I don’t think I spanked you hard enough. I want to feel the fire on your ass when I fuck you and my balls smack against this hot flesh.”
Oh. Holy. Hell.
Could she die from not being allowed to come? She really didn’t want to find out.
His hand slapped at her bottom once again, but his pace had changed. The tempo had increased to a steady stream of spanks, one after the other. He played a rhythm on her ass, one spank then two, then two then one, each time alternating cheeks.
In no time at all, Cambrie was wiggling like a mad woman over his knees, yelling out, “Miller. Please. Oh. I need to come.”
With the steady pace of the spanks, a heat built so deep within her pussy that each new slap across her heated flesh brought her closer and closer to her reward. The orgasm exploded over her pussy lips and clit, with the sheer force of the spasms whipping her body around his lap as if she’d been electrocuted. Holy shit. It amazed her how she could come with only a spanking.
“That’s a girl, come for me, baby. I want your juices flowing over those bare pussy lips.”
“Oh. My. God. Miller. Miller.” She couldn’t believe the power of her release, but it did nothing to dim her sexual appetite for the man lifting her off of his lap. She needed to feel his cock possessing her throbbing pussy.
His large hands went to work stripping her of her work clothes. When all he had left was the bra and thong, he surprised her with his next move. Expecting him to rip the lacy materials from her body, his hands instead stilled on her hips, the rough pads of his fingers kneading the skin with gentle motion.
He leaned his head until his forehead rested on the valley where her shoulder and neck met. His warm breath tickled her skin sending goose bumps all the way to her toes. Her hand caressed the back of his head, the short hair so soft under her touch.
When he spoke, his words hung in the air. “Christ, I missed you so goddamn much, Cambrie. I didn’t want to miss you.”
Now what the hell did that mean? “There’d better be an explanation coming about why you didn’t want to miss me.”
His fingers danced on her sides. “I don’t know how it’s happening, Cam, but I’m falling for you hard. Missing you kills me.” He looked up to gaze in her eyes. “I’ve always been able to control my feelings and my emotions. But not with you. There’s something you do to me, Cambrie. Like I’m under a spell or something. I just can’t get enough of you.”
She smiled, needing to lighten the mood, not ready to delve into her own feelings or interpret his. “Those would be my mermaid powers.” Her hand ran over the muscles of his arm to rest over the tattoo he wore with pride.
Just when she thought he wouldn’t respond, he finally spoke. “You are the sexiest smart-ass I’ve ever known. God help me.” His hands worked magic along her waist, softly tickling her heated skin.
Oh, how she wished those strong hands were roaming the curves of her body. “I want to see you naked.” Reaching behind her back, she undid her bra and let it fall from her body before slipping the thong down her thighs to her ankles and kicking out of them. Her ass was tender from the spanking, leaving a delightful warmth on her bottom.
Biting her lip, Cambrie worked the T-shirt from the waist of his pants and yanked it over his head to bare his hard chest. Raking her nails over the sharp curves of his pecs, she admired his steel-hard physique.
Allowing her hands to descend to his waist, she watched his face while unbuttoning his pants. He may have controlled his composure so far, but the slight quiver under her fingers when she brushed over his abs was very noticeable. His hands stroked her hair with sharp snaps of his wrists. Pushing the jeans over the cheeks of his ass, she was rewarded with a low growl when she massaged the hard globes.
Taking control, Miller kicked clear of his jeans and boxers and faced her in his naked glory. “Where are our toys, baby?” he asked, looking around.
She had hidden them away from the prying eyes of any friends that stopped by. “Top drawer of the nightstand. Why? What do you have in mind?” Had she always been able to talk in such a husky tone? She felt like layers were peeling away from her with each sexual encounter she shared with Miller.
“Choose one for us to play with. I want to drive you wild.”
“You always do.” She contemplated her choices. Her ass still tingled from the spanking, so she skipped the paddle. She didn’t choose the handcuffs because she needed to be able to touch him. “The chest harness. Let’s see how that works.”
“Love your mind, baby.” Miller strapped the harness to his chest with the lubed dildo sitting in the middle of his breastbone. He lay on his back in the middle of the bed. Offering his hand, he spoke with a lust filled voice. “Come ride the dildo, Cam. I’m going to have a fantastic fucking view.”
Her face warmed with the blush that was surely rising over her cheeks. With all the sexual things they’ve done together, it was silly to feel any shyness around him but trying something new in bed was too thrilling not to raise her blood pressure. She wanted their loving to always be perfect, to always be open to new ideas.
“Hope you enjoy this too.”
“Baby, this is so friggin’ hot. I’d have to be dead not to enjoy any kind of sex with you.”
Climbing onto the bed, she took his hand to help get into place. She straddled his thighs and sat facing his feet. Leaning forward to allow him to slide the
dildo into her, she gasped at the cool plastic sliding against her pussy lips.
“Lean back, Cam. Sit on the dildo. That’s it. Take it all the way into that sweet pussy.”
She followed his instructions until the dildo was seated fully in her vagina. The thick toy stretched her muscles and fought against her tightness. Miller’s hands gripped her hips and his torso pressed against her ass and then retreated. The dildo fucked her with slight slurping sounds.
“Holy shit, Cam. This is so fucking hot. I wish you could see how your bare pussy lips spread open to fuck the dildo. Does it feel good?”
“Mmmm. Yes. But I’m afraid your cock would feel much better. This is definitely…different.”
To allow him to share in her pleasure, she stretched until her hand could wrap around his cock. Stroking the engorged thickness, earning her a moan from deep in his throat.
Riding his chest proved an awkward position but when the familiar pleasure stirred deep inside her pussy walls, Cambrie only thought of the building tension.
Sliding his hand between them, he manipulated her swollen clit, strumming it like a guitar. “Love the red color of your ass, baby.” His breathing was slowly increasing. “Seeing my hand print outlined across your ass in red and pink makes me want to stop fucking your pussy and bury my cock into your tight ass.”
The delicious attention of Miller’s fingers over her clit and his dirty talk, sent her soaring to the heavens but not quite over the edge. She hovered in a place of pain and pleasure, desiring the release, needing it, but not wanting to lose this amazing feeling wrapping around her body.
His fingers rubbed her clit harder, faster. “Come for me, baby. I know you want to. Scream my name. God, I love to hear you say my name.”
“So close. Oh. Wow. Please.” Her hands gripped his legs holding herself in position to take the dildo completely into the depths of her pussy. Aches and tingles passed over the sensitive vaginal muscles that prepared to explode. They lay in wait with greedy little nerves spasming and teasing of the pleasure about to happen.
“Come, Cambrie. Explode with the dildo deep inside your pussy so I can watch these pretty bare lips quiver with your orgasm.”
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