Page 36 of Red, White, and BearCat Blue

“Ya ‘ave to know we want to protect ‘er as much as you do, Cam.”

The way he said my name made my heart skip a beat. I could feel it pounding in my chest. All of a sudden, I felt slightly weak in the knees. I looked up at his face, taking note of the placid expression in his eyes. “I don’t know. What if he finds out? He’s gonna suspect I asked my sister to take her out of his grasp, if he even believes I have a sister at all.” My heart was racing. I laid a hand on my chest, trying not to hyperventilate as I took slow, deliberate breaths.

“You’re panicking.” Mars suddenly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me, crushing me against his chest. He was warm and solid. I immediately slid my arms around him, burrowing my face into his shoulder. He smelled of citrus and that spicy cologne I’d smelled in the car earlier. The mild tang of sweat coming off his Henley was comforting but the way he was holding me tightly against his body, almost took my breath away.

Suddenly, I wanted him more than I could say and to my embarrassment, I felt my cock starting to stiffen. I knew it was wrong, but there was nothing I could do about it. His solid, unshakeable strength and the way he was holding me made me feel better. He rested his cheek on top of my head, lowering his voice when he spoke.

“It’s gonna be okay, Cam. Stop panicking.”

But I couldn’t. What if things went horribly wrong and she somehow got caught in the crossfire? I couldn’t let that happen. I sucked in another breath and nodded against his collarbone. “Okay.” I held on tighter, curling my fists into his jacket, desperately needing his strength just to hold onto my sanity.

He ran both hands slowly up and down my naked back and it felt so good that I let out a tiny groan as I began to settle down. When he suddenly let out a little grunt, I tensed and lifted my face, looking up into his eyes. The smoky blue had darkened, and as he stared back at me, I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to get even closer.

I unclenched my fists and slid my hands up his back, boldly staring into his eyes and waited for him to let go or push me away. He didn’t, instead, he ran his hands down until they covered my ass. I tried my best to hide the shock I was feeling but only a moment later, gave up the fight and wound both arms around his neck, sliding my fingers into the short, cropped hair at his nape. It was sooo soft to the touch.

“Do ya know what you’re doing, Cam?” He broke eye contact, looking down at my mouth as my lips turned up in a tiny smile.

“Yeah, I do.” I tugged his head down, needing to taste him. When he complied, lowering his mouth until our lips barely touched, I let out a tiny gasp, unable to stop this, positive I didn’t want to.

He leaned back just a fraction and lifted his gaze to mine. “Don’t start something, unless ya intend to finish it.”

His words sent a thrill coursing through me as my blood heated, pounding through my veins. I gripped his hair tighter, tugging him down. “I guess you should know, I never start something unless I intend on finishing it.”

His nostrils flared and a second later, he swooped down and took my mouth in a crushing kiss. I whimpered and leaned fully against him, instantly opening my mouth as his tongue sought mine. The second it was inside, I met him thrust for thrust, determined not to let him get the upper hand, but secretly craving Mars’ dominance. Our tongues tangled together frantically as I tilted my face ever so slightly to get a better angle. A second later he spun the two of us, walking me backward until my back hit the wall. I let out an involuntary oomph.

I clung to him, needing this more than I’d anticipated, thrilled as I realized he must have been craving the kiss just as much as I had. When he tried to widen my legs with one of his knees, the towel—still clinging to my waist—stopped him. The frustrated growl from him turned my legs to jelly. I loved that I was having this effect on him. I deepened the kiss, feeling the wall at my back as I realized he had me right where he wanted me. The hard surface wouldn’t give, but instead of feeling trapped, it only emboldened me to kiss him harder, pouring every ounce of passion I could into the exchange.

He ravaged me right back, kissing me harder…deeper…bruising my lips.

I frantically moaned into his mouth, desperately needing everything he had to give. I wanted to drive him crazy, so mindless with lust that he’d throw me onto the bed…the floor…anywhere he wanted. I just knew I needed to feel him inside me…take what he wanted.

I ran my tongue along his teeth, desperate to steal his will, make him crave me the way I craved him. He groaned as I tugged hard on his hair, and I knew the moment his control snapped when he leaned back, panting hard, chest heaving.

“Ya really want this, Cam? Tell me to stop and it’ll end ‘ere and now.”

I shook my head frantically. “No! I-I want you, Mars.”

That seemed to be all he needed to hear because a moment later, he tugged my hand and practically dragged me farther into the room. He grabbed my hips and tossed me into the air where I landed on the bed with a bounce. I crab walked back, splaying my legs as far as they’d go. Before I could get the towel off, he instantly crawled over and stretched out over me.

I gasped as both my arms went around him of their own volition. I barely had time to breathe before his mouth was on mine again. This time his kisses were different, claiming in a way they hadn’t been before, demanding I submit. I loved it.

Moaning again, I slanted my mouth as I met his tongue in a frantic dance for dominance. I wanted him to win but I was going to give him my best, before it finally happened. I was no pushover, no innocent wallflower. I was equal to him in every way and knew how to get what I wanted from a man between the sheets.

He slowly humped me, rubbing his thick cock against mine as I writhed beneath him. I could feel his control slipping as I continued to tongue fuck his mouth. He met each thrust with a parry of his own, sucking on my tongue with abandon as I returned it in kind. My cock was already painfully hard and leaking, scraped by the terry cloth towel still between us.

Mars wore jeans but it didn’t matter. He couldn’t hide the hard erection I could feel just beneath his zipper. When he finally separated our lips with a gasp, he gazed down at me. I wasn’t surprised to see lust burning in his eyes and knew I wore a similar expression.

Without a word, he rolled away and pulled the covers down, exposing clean sheets. I’d barely had time to crawl back onto the bed before he yanked off his clothes. Stripped down, his bare chest was covered in scars, but the most prominent marking was the circular tattoo on his right pec just above his nipple. The outline on top read Special Air Service and on the bottom, Who Dares Wins. The center emblem had to be the British SAS symbol. A sword pointed downward with wings on either side. The banner across it repeated, Who Dares Wins.

I hadn’t expected to see a tat on his skin but found it sexy as hell. I loved seeing ink on the men I fucked. If it was tastefully done, it only added to the bad boy persona that had always strongly attracted me. This simple symbol, though, of Mars’ service to his country and the bravery that went along with the British Special Forces SAS, was sexier than any I could’ve imagined.

My mouth practically watered with the desire to lick it. Mars yanked at his belt, and I reached down, covering my raging erection poking up and tenting the towel. I watched him avidly as he yanked his jeans and briefs down, exposing a rampant erection.

My cock pulsed as my mouth filled with saliva. I loved going down on men, but I could honestly say, I’d never sucked off a man as sexy as Mars. He dropped to his hands and knees on the bed, crawling over to me, eyes locked with mine. He reached for both my nipples, tugging on the rings with a little humming sound as he looked into my eyes, seeming to wait for my reaction.

“These are so sexy.”

I gasped as he tugged, twirling my nipples, sending ripples racing over my skin. I writhed on the bed as he smirked, watching me as he played with them. I wanted him to suck on them, but he had other ideas. Fire and lust burned in his eyes as he reached for my towel, only breaking eye contact as he pulled it open to stare down at my raging, exposed hard on. He flicked a glance upward, meeting my eyes briefly, before returning his gaze to my dick as he licked his lips. A tiny groan slipped out unbidden as he reached for my cock, moving closer.