by Teagan Kade
I’ll be Doctor Do-A-Lot if you like…
Gabe helps me get the gliders back into their cage and settle everyone in for the night. It’s strange having someone else in here helping. I’m so used to doing it by myself, talking to myself like a crazed idiot. The way Gabe’s acting… It’s almost like this could be a thing—we could be a thing.
Define ‘thing.’
That’s the hard part.
I continue the tour, sounding even more like an idiot as I walk us through the house. “Bathroom,” I note. “Kitchen, and…” I stop outside the doorway to my room.
“Your room,” he finishes.
“I’d hardly call it mine given how often I share my bed.”
I see surprise light up Gabe’s face.
“Oh,” I stammer, “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m talking about my animals.”
His eyebrows lift. He looks even more confused.
“The sugar gliders… sometimes…” and once again the ability to speak is lost to me.
Gabe places his arm up on the wall, leaning into it, his aquamarine eyes looking deep into my own. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. I think it’s all pretty damn adorable.”
“You do?”
He tilts his head sideways. “Well, aren’t you going to show me your room?”
My mouth is so damn dry—the same of which cannot be said of the space between my legs. “Um, sure.”
I step in and switch on the light. “It’s not much.”
He walks past the dresser before taking a seat on the end of my bed. I note the random underwear strewn around the floor and almost melt into a puddle of horror, trying to start conversation as I whisk around and sweep up the offending items. I speak without a filter, babbling away to distract him. “I don’t really know why I invited you in.”
“You don’t?” he smirks.
“I guess I just wanted you to, you know, know me… since we’re,” Oh, God, “doing this thing.”
I reach for a wayward sock and stand up straight, flustered.
He stands and flattens out the quilt, taking a step towards me. “It’s great, and I do want to know you. You’re my fiancée, after all.”
“Your fake fiancée.”
“I’m not so sure any more.”
He’s standing so close I can make out the individual hairs in his stubble, the shadowy sweep of it leading up into a defined jawline, his inky hair perfectly messy.
We start to move towards each other, leaning in.
It’s happening again.
Just before we kiss, I ask, “What about Triss?”
He pulls back like I’ve jammed a cattle prod into his gut. He looks out the window and exhales. “That’s a long story.”
What the hell are you doing, Shan?!
Gabe places his hands on his hips and turns his attention back towards me. He waits, seems to be fighting with himself over something.
He nods in a sort of quasi-affirmation. “Okay. You deserve to hear it.”
He takes a seat on the end of the bed. I sit beside him.
“She was a Ranger,” he begins, “the first female Ranger, actually.”
“I didn’t think women could be Rangers?”
“They opened it up to both sexes a few years back, but Triss was the first through, practically wiped the floor with the other guys in basic training. There are a couple of other women in the program now, but Triss was special, you know. She always gave it two-hundred percent.”
“Was?”
I see his Adam’s apple pushing at his throat. “She died.”
“On a mission?” I’m trying not to sound nosy, but I want to know, to hear him say it. I want to know everything about this man.
He looks down and up again. “My mission.”
I can’t stop the questions. “But you’re a Navy SEAL.”
“We often work with the Rangers on missions, especially in the Middle East.”
I know he’s struggling to tell me whatever comes next, but I remain quiet, wait.
“We were on an op in Iraq, before Mosul—tracking these real scumbags. We were holed up in this alley, knew a high-value target was down the other end. Comms were down, smoke and shit everywhere. I was ready to go, intel or not, but a bad feeling came over me right before I gave the order. Triss, though… She was insistent. She wanted to get down there and finish it, scout it out. She was like that—completely fearless. She wasn’t always smart, but fearless all the same.”
He swallows again, his eyes and thoughts somewhere else, hands together. “I should have held her back, I had rank, but instead I let her go. We were together, thought we were invincible. It’s hard to explain.”
He straightens up. “Anyhow, she was almost at the end of the alley when a kid came walking out, this young girl. She couldn’t have been more than seven. She was strapped up like the Fourth of fucking July. I lined her up, the kid, but I hesitated, and that split second of hesitation cost Triss her life. The explosion damn near brought every building in a half-mile radius down. Every asshole with an AK crawled out. It was a nightmare. I wanted to go in for Triss, but we were taking heavy fire—squirters front and back, a .50 cal—so I gave the order. I left what was left of her there and did my best to get my men out, but it still wasn’t good enough. Two others lost their lives that day.”
He closes his eyes before opening them again.
I place my hand on his arm. “I’m sorry, Gabe.”
“We weren’t good for each other,” he says. “We were too alike, but we had something, you know? If I’m honest, it still hurts. It really fucking hurts.”
Before I know it, I’m reaching for his cheek, my lips moving forward until they’re falling on his own. I let him escape into me, pull him into the present.
CHAPTER TWELVE
GABE
On impulse, I take Shannon’s arm and draw her to me. Her breath is short, coming in quick pants.
My hardness is against her, the heat of it pressing against her crotch.
Her lips part, but she doesn’t say a word as I trail a finger down her cleavage. She inhales sharply, her chest rising and falling against me.
It’s been a while since I was in a moment like this. With the frog hogs, the women who sleep with SEALs, I would have torn her blouse clean off, but now I bring my hands down to the hem and slowly lift it over her head, her eyes never leaving my own.
I haven’t forgotten everything, though. I place my thumb against her lower lip and let it fall off, tracing up the side of her neck with it and following this with the tip of my tongue until it flickers at her ear lobe.
She gasps again, twitching on the spot. “Do you want me?” I ask.
“Yes,” comes her breathy answer, a breeze through treetops.
I kneel and dig my fingers into the waistband of her jeans, pulling them down her thighs and legs, taking off her shoes like she’s some sort of reverse Cinderella. I hook her jeans away, tossing them into corner. I can smell her arousal, the hot, musky pull of her pussy hidden away by nothing more than a thin layer of lace.
I slide my hands around her ass and cup her cheeks from behind, surprised at the low cut of her panties. She moans when my fingers dig into her skin, whispering my name.
I nuzzle myself lightly against the mound of her sex. “I’m going to lick your pussy now and you’re going to come.”
“Is that an order?”
I look up to her. “You’re damn fucking right it is.”
I stand and pick her up under the knees, tossing her into the middle of the bed, climbing on after her, stripping away my shirt in the process.
Her breath catches again when I spread her legs and pull the crotch of her panties to the side, running my thumb into her wet little pocket.
And it is wet—slick and tight and ready for my cock.
Her head’s on the pillow, her eyelids half-shuttered. Beneath them I see her eyes rolling into the back of her head as I work.
My god, I’ve never wanted anyth
ing so bad. I run a finger down the crease of her slit, let it dip inside. She’s gasping again, open-mouthed.
Her head lifts, her eyes widening as they take in the cut planes of my chest. I step off the bed and take my time removing my pants, allow her to appreciate what she’s really getting herself into here.
When I take off my jeans and underwear, her eyes fixate on my cock—all ten, throbbing inches of it.
I stroke it.
“My God,” she says. “That… is big.”
I pull on my cock as I speak. “It’s not going to be a problem given how wet you are. Trust me.”
Her legs spread wider. “I do.”
I take hold of her ankles, pulling her across the quilt. Ankles in one hand, I lift her up, stripping away her panties with the other, the lace tearing around her hip. I drop the damp ball of fabric beside her sweet, snow-white ass, the ass I’ve been dreaming about for days and nights now.
I want more than anything to bury my cock inside her, but I remember my duty and drop to my knees, hands slipping under her ass as I pull her pussy against my mouth.
“Gabe,” she gasps, but I don’t know if it’s a protest or an exclamation given the broken way it comes from her mouth.
I don’t fucking care. I use my lips and tongue to sweep over every perfect inch of her pussy—spearing inside her, lashing her clit, working until her thighs are clamping hard against my ears, dulling away the world.
“Gabe,” she repeats, a twisted moan now.
Hearing my name coming from her mouth forces my cock to jerk against the bedframe.
She tastes so fucking good.
I go into overdrive, licking from the bottom to pinched top of her pussy in a single stroke, my fingers moving up to separate her lips, explore her wet interior. I plunge my tongue into the heat and slickness there, savoring the flavor of her, the sweet, sweet arousal coming from her heated walls.
A whisper. “Gabe. Gabe,” she repeats, louder, breathing it out, her chest heaving.
It’s driving me fucking insane.
I draw her clit into my mouth and suck lightly.
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
I’ve got no intention to.
Her body folds in on itself, her fingers gripping my head hard, combing through my hair as she presses me against her.
Her legs are clamping against me so hard I can hardly hear, completely consumed by her sex. Her thighs quiver, shake, her ankles slipping and sliding against the quilt.
“I’m going to—” she gasps, the pitch of her voice rising high. “I’m going to—”
A single swipe of her clit is all it takes.
She groans low and deep before crying out in full, coming hard against my face, her desire fresh on my lips.
Her first orgasm and it’s all mine.
But I want more.
And I want it now.
I fish for my jeans on the floor, finding my wallet and taking a condom out, sheathing myself.
I climb onto the bed, crouching between her legs, my cock so hard it may as well be a fucking flagpole.
She’s undone her bra in the meantime, her perfect, pale breasts topped with cherry-pink nipples begging for my mouth.
“Gabe,” she starts, still jerking from the aftershocks of her orgasm. “I can’t even… That was…”
“Better than you imagined?” I offer.
“Yes,” she says, continuing to pant. “That was incredible.”
I grip my cock around the root. “That’s nothing compared to how good it’s going to feel with my cock inside you.
Her eyes are fixed on my hardness. I know she wants it, lusts for this union, but I sense her hesitation, too.
It’s only a moment, a passing second, but it’s enough to undo me.
Sense kicks in and I start to question what I’m doing.
She’s a virgin, pure as driven snow. You sure you want to do this? You really think you’re ‘the one’?
For the first time in a long time I’m doubting myself. I’m rock hard, desperate to be inside her, but looking over her prone body, her lips parted with need, I’m caught. “I don’t know if this is right,” I tell her. “I don’t know if I’m the guy you’re looking for.”
She draws up onto her elbows, looking me dead in the eyes. “It doesn’t matter. I want it to be you.”
It’s enough.
The alpha returns.
I slide my hands across her chest, let them come around the sweep of her breasts, my fingers brushing over her nipples until they’re flint hard. I continue back down, running them up the milky side of her inner thighs, marveling at the slickness of her center, the pink bloom of her pussy lips.
I flatten myself over her, placing my cock against her entrance. She moans, pressing herself against me, her arms locking around my neck.
“Do you want this?” I ask one final time.
“Yes,” she replies, barely audible.
“What do you want? Tell me.”
“I want you,” she says. “I want you inside me.”
“Spread your legs,” I command.
They drop to either side of me, the head of my cock starting to slide forward, the tip of it against the hot ring of her opening, so, so close.
I guide my cock inside her, get her used to the sensation slowly, but I know I can’t be gentle about what comes next.
I take the side of her face with one hand and reach under her thigh with the other, thrusting hard and fast to fill her in one stroke, driving past her innocence and deep into the wet heat of her body.
She cries out, a sharp whimper, her fingers clawing into my neck.
It’s done.
I draw back slowly, surprised she could take me so easily her first time, but her slickness is helping. She’s so wet my cock’s drowning inside her, struggling for purchase against the slippery walls of her sex.
I slide forward again with half of my length, half-moaning, half-grunting. She’s so fucking tight it’s amazing, her wet pussy begging me to fill it in full, but I have to be patient. “It feels so fucking good,” I whisper into her ear. “Are you okay?”
She nods, the discomfort starting to slip from her face as I thrust a little deeper.
I reach between us and rub her clit, her eyes closing and her mouth opening wide, her nipples pin hard against my chest. “Are you ready to come for me again?”
She nods once more as I circle her clit, running the nub of her between the pads of my fingers.
I start to thrust into her wetness a bit harder, swinging my hips against her.
Her hands fall from my neck, splaying out on the quilt, bunching it tight in her fingers.
I crush my mouth against hers, let my tongue slide into her mouth until she’s bucking against me, her hips levitating from the bed to take more of my cock into her greedy little pussy, still tightening around my length.
I draw out and step off the bed, flipping her over onto her belly so her legs hang off the edge and her peachy ass is rounded out before me. I hunch over her and slide back in, her face pressed sideways into the mattress.
I fuck her in full now, her moaning unnaturally loud, echoing to join with the chorus of animal sounds coming from the back of the house.
I fuck her so hard the table lamp falls onto the floor, the light going off. I couldn’t care less. I want her, all of her, want her to scream my name as she comes again, my big, hard cock filling her.
Her moans grow louder, more primal, her body jerking between my chest and the bed, my balls clapping against her clit.
“Gabe,” she cries, beginning to stammer, cohesion falling from her words.
The muscles in her pussy begin to tighten around my cock. I know she’s close.
She reaches back, her fingernails digging hard into my arm, bracing herself against the inevitable onslaught.
Her pussy pulses, milking my cock.
“I’m going to—” I warn, the edge approaching.
My own breathing becomes heavy and
labored, my fingers gripping hard onto the soft flesh of her ass, time stretching on and on eternally until I’m barely thinking but simply existing inside her, my cock an extension of myself.
We groan together, our voices rising as we come together. Her pussy pulls and tugs at my cock as I release, my balls tight against her. I jerk and thrash, struggling to keep her from throwing me off, the force of her convulsions is so great.
When I do pull out, it’s with a final, juddering jerk that forces my hips against her once more, a single, punctuated “uh” escaping from her lips.
I collapse onto my back beside her, the condom full. My cock remains hard, still standing to attention between my legs.
Shannon looks at me sideways across the quilt. Her hair is in disarray, she’s sweaty, her skin blotchy and lips parted, but my god if it isn’t the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.
Only her lips move. “Two firsts in one night.”
I would have been happy simply making her come. Taking her was the icing on the cake.
I hold the side of her face, run her hair over her ear so I can see her flushed face in full. “You know what they say?” I offer, leaning down to kiss her, placing her lips against mine.
She breaks away. “What’s that?”
“Good things come in three,” I smile.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
SHANNON
Gabe has refused to remove the blindfold. I sense we’re on a highway. We’re not in the city anymore. I’ve worked out that much.
I shift in my seat. “You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?”
“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise then, would it?” Gabe replies.
“I should warn you I’m not big on blind dates.”
He laughs. “Neither am I. Matt tried to hook me up with this girl from another high school once. Let’s just say her idea of kissing came with an extra side of saliva.”
“Ew.”
“Moral of the story being, don’t let your brother organize your dates.” The four-wheel-drive makes a turn. “Here we are.”
I wait and listen, only sound to guide me. I hear Gabe get out, the driver’s door closing. My door opens, pressure on the blindfold before it slips away completely.
