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“Oh. My. God.” There were no other words to describe the moment, the vibrations and the sweet ecstasy. As he pulled out, plunging into me again, I concentrated on the sound of skin slapping against skin. Then he began a hard rhythm, driving fast and steady, slapping my bottom several times.
I kept my eyes closed, indulging in the pleasure, feeling more like an animal in heat than anything else. My entire body was shaking, my breasts aching I was so aroused. When he eased his hand around my leg, flicking a fingertip against my clit, I began meeting every brutal thrust.
He continued fucking me long and hard, alternating between keeping my bottom heated with his palm and fingering my clit. I was about ready to lose my mind when I knew there was no chance he could hold back any longer. His actions even rougher than before, his body started shaking seconds before he erupted deep inside.
“Fuck. Yes!”
Moments later he collapsed around me, pushing us both to the rug, holding me tightly against him. I could feel his heartbeat against my back, thudding erratically. As the fire crackled, the heat of our bodies like a soft, warm blanket, I closed my eyes, pulling his arm tightly around me. The man was… everything I couldn’t have but… exactly… what I…
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Jagger
I knew the moment she’d fallen asleep by the way her body relaxed, her breathing even. The feel of her cradled against me was incredible, yet I couldn’t help but think about how wrong this was. Dangerous. I couldn’t effectively keep her safe while caring about her. I had to remain alert at all times, not thinking about the next time I’d be able to drive my cock into her sweet pussy.
In all the years, every single scenario where a soldier had cared for someone had come to a tragic end. My experience had been no different, although my break from protocol had been relatively brief in comparison to others. That didn’t mean it was any less painful. The woman had been considered forbidden even though we worked for the same government, but we’d met under circumstances where that hadn’t mattered. Now I wished it had. I’d gotten her killed.
Losing her was the first time I’d questioned my loyalty to the Marines, going on an alcoholic binge for over a week until one of my buddies had literally kicked my ass after I’d made a costly mistake. I’d risked his life where he’d always protected mine.
I’d sworn off any sexual involvements, making a pledge to myself and my buddies. I’d never broken that oath after that day. Not once. There hadn’t been a single temptation that had meant shit to me.
Until Isabella.
I still couldn’t process why I was so drawn to her other than her life hadn’t been so dissimilar from mine. Her homelife had been about beautiful possessions, money and clothes, vacations and the finest education, but it was also just as broken as mine. Maybe I’d sensed it in her even through a photograph. Whatever the case, the line I’d drawn would be almost impossible to retract.
What the hell was I going to do?
After a few seconds of wallowing in my own ridiculous moment of self-pity, I kissed her on the shoulder before easing to my feet. She moaned, her eyelids flickering open once, but thankfully the exhaustion had settled in. I headed for one of the closets, grabbing a blanket. Then I moved to the couch, sitting down on the edge and pouring a full damn glass. I was still wired, more on edge than I’d ever been. While my choice for a safehouse had been easy, I was beginning to doubt it was a good idea.
Still, we’d lay low for a couple of days. Then I’d check in to see if the damn suits had made any headway in catching the bastards. If not, perhaps I’d be forced to take more drastic measures. There was a single location out of the country that I could go, the person owning the property trustworthy. Making contact would be necessary. But I wouldn’t risk it here, which meant I’d be forced to go into town.
As I shifted the drink back and forth in my hands, I wondered if I could trust her long enough to leave for an hour. At some point she would need to get with the damn program. I rolled the glass across my forehead, smiling, the taste of her remaining in my mouth. She was a hellion, but I adored her spunk, even if it could be the single factor that got us both killed.
The edge I kept myself on during any mission had already reared its venomous head. I remembered I’d yet to hide the Mustang in the shed, something I should have done minutes after our arrival. I dressed quickly, constantly taking glances in her direction. I’d return her to the bedroom after I came back inside. After grabbing the keys and my weapon, I headed outside.
A deep chill had already settled onto the landscaping, the night likely frosty. In the mountains, winter arrived early. I’d been looking forward to using the cabin as my home base through the winter months. Maybe I could return after the mission had been completed. The thought made me snort. If I was still alive.
The brusque wind sent a shiver coursing through my veins. As I scanned the perimeter, I couldn’t shake the feeling we’d already been found. While that was impossible, my heightened instinct was a good reminder that I had to remain alert. I unlocked the car, moving inside and quickly starting the engine. Then I headed toward the dilapidated garden shed. The only thing I’d altered was replacing the window as well as the lock on the door.
After rolling it inside and exiting, I took several deep breaths. The weird sensations remained strong, as if someone had been here in my absence. I took the time to walk around the perimeter, listening for any odd noises. Other than the wind flowing through the trees, there was nothing that would indicate danger. But I would remain vigilant.
I’d do a better check in the morning. As I moved onto the porch, I tried to piece together why I’d been selected. While my skills and training were consistent with what the higher-ranking members of Eagle Force were looking for, my lack of discipline should have raised enough red flags. Then it hit me. They wanted soldiers who were expendable. I’d bet my life on it. I didn’t know a damn thing about the other two men involved, but I’d bet very few people would miss them if they disappeared.
Fuck.
My anger swelled to an almost uncontrollable level. I’d accepted the answers I’d been given, a small part of me excited that I’d be allowed to return to active duty. But this was something else altogether.
I stood unmoving on the porch, my finger positioned on the trigger, various questions tearing through my mind. What was Isabella’s life really worth? More than a million. I couldn’t give a shit about the money, the soldier inside of me believing she was being used as a pawn in a very dangerous game.
One of power.
Greed.
And that pissed me off more than anything.
I went back inside, locking the door then remaining by the window for at least ten minutes. Then I made a silent promise to the woman who’d awakened a dead man. I’d protect her with my life. And anyone who dared attempt to take her life would face the kind of firestorm they’d never known existed.
Satisfied there was no one lurking just beyond the security perimeter, I slid the Glock behind my back under the waistband of my jeans. As I moved closer to the fire, I took several scattered breaths.
