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“Yeah, it was my ticket out. My grandpop was the reason I joined the Special Forces because he fought in the second World War,” I say, pointing to a picture of us riding bareback. “He taught me everything he knew after my dad bailed on me and my mom,” I say, my voice faltering.
“What happened to him?” she asks, reaching out to take my hand. She locks our fingers together, and I let her, loving the electricity running through my veins when she touches me.
“My father sold his soul to the oil companies, and we all paid the price,” I grunt, holding her stare.
She swallows hard and nods, not saying anything for a while. I want to get the truth from her so badly; I do something I’ve never done before. I lean in and take her face between my palms, kissing her gently. I nip at her bottom lip and push the sheet down, revealing the dark patch of hair there. Running my thumb over her left nipple, I twist, and she gasps.
“We can talk in the morning. Now get on your fucking back,” I order, kissing the corner of her mouth.
Smiling, she shakes her head and straddles me before pushing me into the sheets. Chuckling, I let her do it, wanting to see where she’s going to take this.
“I like your bossy side,” she confesses, fanning her lips over my shoulder.
“I know you do,” I drawl, grabbing her chin and claiming her mouth for a mind-blowing kiss.
She runs a hand over my abs and pushes my legs apart with her knee. I chuckle as she sits on my stomach, those pretty pussy lips parting.
I tug on her pubic hair, and she drops her hands on my chest, digging in her nails. “You need to sleep, and I need to get my strength up for what I’m planning to do with you later,” I say, pushing an arm under my head, getting comfortable like she belongs here.
She pouts and furrows her brows, getting off me. “Not fair.” Her voice is seductive and smoky. She lays her cheek on my chest, and I hold my breath while she plays with my nipple that’s as hard as hers, while I drape the covers over her. “Sleep, baby,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head.
She is quiet for a moment, then breaks the silence. “I loved every minute of what happened between us, Rafe.” Her voice drops from oncoming sleep. “You make me feel safe.” She yawns and rests a leg over mine like she’s staking her own claim.
Well, fuck me. Her statement hits me right in the chest. Women leave satisfied, either from my money or my dick. No one has ever said they feel at ease with me. I kept my men alive in those hellholes. Feeling safe is a whole other ballgame. I stare at her sleeping face, and I pray to any god who wants to listen that I get to keep her after the snow melts. I flick off the bedside lamp, and darkness fills the room, the only light coming from the flames in the stove. My eyelids start to droop, and I drift off with her in my arms.
I need to get out of here. Fuck! I’m covered in blood as shots and explosions ring in my ears. I can taste the sand and blood on my tongue as I pull Wes’s lifeless body with me into an abandoned building. I grab my gun, aim and fire while I pick up his radio and shout out orders. Bullets are raging all around us. Wes is moaning, holding his stomach as blood seeps from the wound I tried to patch up. Fuck, where is Gene, our medic?
“Stay with me, buddy!” I yell over the whooshing sounds and roar of explosions while my men start suppressing fire. Gene runs into the building while I’m trying to stop the bleeding, red hot warmth seeping through my fingers as I apply pressure. I take off my protection and lay it over Wes’s legs.
“No, Sarge, you need it. Those fuckers are firing from all directions. And I just came from that asshole lieutenant; he ordered air support to our location a minute ago, we need to move.”
“Fucking hell,” I swear, checking my comps to call off the airstrike, but they’re fried. I shoot, taking out a couple of guys, before an explosion nearby knocks the wind right out of me. Glancing in the direction of the gaping hole that used to be the front door, I see my men pulling back. I push the bricks off my legs, the pain in my chest almost tearing me in two as I look down to my shrapnel and blood covered chest.An explosion of pain travels down my body, and I’m suffocating in my own blood. I’m still yelling for my men to get out of the line of fire when another explosion jolts me awake.
I sit up straight in my bed, sweat dripping down my face and back. I try to catch my breath, but my throat feels like sandpaper. The smell of blood, copper, and gunpowder fill my nose.
Someone touches my back, and the bed dips, then a hand moves over my body. On instinct, I flip over and pin the son of a bitch to the mattress with my hand on his neck, cutting off their air supply. I flip the light switch on and stare down at Storm’s flushed face.
“Fuck, kid, I’m so sorry, I was dreaming and—” I say, sitting back on my heels with shaking hands, cold sweat breaking out all over my body. If I didn’t give her a reason to get as far away from me as possible, she sure as hell is going to do it now.
Storm stares at me, her eyes big while she coughs, her hands trembling. “You were shouting in your sleep, are you okay?” she asks, her voice so sweet I want to punch my head through a wall.
She touches my drenched chest. “Rafe, you’re scaring me, you need to breathe.”
I clutch her hand. Instead of pushing her away, I hold on to her for dear life. Her fingers spread out over my heart as if to feel my heartbeat, while I stare at the red palm print my hand left on her neck. I hate myself for being the asshole I know I am.
“Rafe, look at me. Breath, baby,” she pleads, and I pinch my eyes shut for a second, loving how she calls me baby. Sitting up, she lets the blanket fall, exposing her beautiful body to me. She runs both hands through my hair, over my face, my eyebrows, calming me like no one has ever done before. Not the shrinks, not the drugs, but her tiny hands are the answers I’ve been looking for.
My erection roars to life, the traitorous asshole. “I’m sorry I scared you,” I say, my voice uneven, as I trail a trembling finger over the red marks on her neck.
She shakes her head and kisses the corner of my mouth. I’m already addicted to fucking her, eating her out. Having her kiss me like this, her inexperienced tongue tasting and teasing me, is even better. Pulling back, she stares into my eyes and smiles when she leans forward and licks the side of my face like I did to her earlier.
“Storm,” I moan, cursing myself for liking the way my palm print is etched on her skin.
She giggles, her cheeks flushing, the beautiful sound filling my heart. Her marking me like this is all it takes for me to be ready to rail her again. I’m glad she’s naked; rays of morning sunlight hitting her body like a caress. I love stripping her, having her at my mercy, all pliant and ready for my hungry cock and gaze. It is something else entirely. “Are you okay, baby?” I ask, concerned.
“Yes, you didn’t hurt me. But,” she confesses, trailing her fingers down over her belly to the patch of dark hair there. “I’m hurting right here,” she says, her voice smoky.
“Show me,” I say hoarsely, swallowing hard, sweat coating my forehead.
