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I moan against his chest as my pussy flutters back to life at his words.
Brandon kicks open my bedroom door, and I feel him lower me down onto the soft comforter. He runs those big, rough hands up my calves, gently lifting my legs so my bare feet are planted on the bed. I rise up on my elbows so I can see what he’s doing and just before his face disappears between my thighs, I see the wolfish grin on his face.
“Oh baby, I can’t wait to taste you,” Brandon moans. “I can smell how aroused you are and that’s so hot to me. Now be a good girl and lift that gorgeous ass of yours so I can get these ruined panties off.”
I do as I’m told because there’s not much else I can do, he has such a commanding presence, and I want to be a good girl for him. Even as I think these thoughts that a few weeks ago would have been so alien to me, I know I want it.
So I’m a good girl, and I lay back and lift my ass in the air as he hooks his fingers into the edges of my panties and pulls them down my thighs. A little thrill runs through me when I hear him suck in a ragged breath, and I lean back up just in time to see him holding my panties to his nose, taking in my scent.
“Oh fuck,” I giggle when our eyes meet, but he doesn’t respond, he just licks his lips and lowers his head, pressing firm kisses against my lower belly. This is usually a place where I don’t like to be touched because it’s soft and squishy. However, the way Brandon kisses me and moans against my skin fills me with confidence so I just lay back and enjoy his lips on me.
The first touch of his tongue along the seam of my pussy causes me to jolt as if struck by lightning, and I close my eyes, sinking into the sensation.
“Mmmmm, I knew your cunt would be sweet, Angel, but not this delicious,” Brandon groans, the vibrations of his voice zipping through, adding to my excitement.
I should be shocked by his vulgar language; instead it just makes me more aroused that he’s thinking and talking about my body in such visceral terms. He continues to eat my pussy like a starving man and soon I can feel another orgasm heating my blood. I reach down and find the coarse strands of Brandon’s hair, weaving my fingers through it to hold him just where I need him. He keeps lapping at my clit, and I moan and grind against him, chasing an orgasm that is just out of reach. As if sensing my need for something extra, Brandon adds two fingers deep inside me, and I explode around them, crying out and grinding against his face. Millions of stars burst behind my eyelids, and I’m positive I pass out for a second.
When my eyes flutter open again, Brandon’s handsome face is gazing down at me, and I know for a fact that I’m going to struggle letting him go.
Chapter 9
Brandon
As I wipe my angel’s juices from my lips and chin, I know this is a taste I want on my tongue for the rest of my life. This is the first time in years I’ve felt grounded enough to stay in one place. If my angel will have me, I’ll stay by her side forever.
Her dreamy, seafoam green eyes blink back up at me, and I know she feels the same. Her hand reaches up and cups my rough cheek, smoothing her thumb over the stubble that I let grow now that I don’t have to be clean shaven.
“Tell me about your life,” she whispers, capturing her plump bottom lip between her teeth, almost as if she’s nervous to ask this.
But the question hits a nerve inside of me, and I have to make a decision — will I tell her the edited version or the whole truth? As soon as I think it, I know it’s not even a choice; I have to tell my angel the truth, she deserves that, especially if I’m going to claim her.
“I grew up in Utah and had a happy enough childhood, no big dramas there but I enlisted in the Army straight out of high school. I’d just finished basic when 9/11 happened, so I was deployed to Iraq and did two tours. That’s when I started working with military dogs.” I stroke Julia’s soft cheek as she listens intently to my story. “I really found my calling, so when I came back stateside after my second tour I applied to work with the dogs as a trainer.”
“That must’ve been a fantastic experience to train a dog from a puppy,” she replies.
“It was the most rewarding part of the job and when I got Bella, I knew I’d found my soulmate.” At the mention of her name, my nose tingles with emotion, but I don’t feel the need to hide this from her. “She was the bravest, most loyal, intelligent dog I ever worked with and when we were deployed to Afghanistan, I knew we were a strong partnership.
“We were in country for about six months when we were sent into a village that had been under Taliban control to check for IEDs. Bella was on form, doing her thing when I heard over the radio that there were fighters in bound. But it was too late. The bombs rained down on the village and the building we were in took an almost direct hit.”
I try to avoid looking at Jules because if I see pity in her eyes that’ll be the end of this conversation. I don’t want her pity, I just want her understanding that this is the damaged part of me and it may never heal.
“What happened?” she asks quietly. I muster all my courage and let my eyes meet hers. The relief that surges through me is tangible — there’s no pity there, just curiosity and sadness.
“I was engulfed in a fireball and took shrapnel to my thigh. When I came round I was buried in rubble and I couldn’t see Bella anywhere, but I could hear her whining nearby. I managed to free myself from the rubble and crawled toward the sound and found her …” My voice breaks and I lay my head upon Julia’s breast, her fingers coming up to stroke my hair. It’s what I need to continue with the story.
“You don’t have to tell me if it’s too painful,” she says quietly, but she needs to know this about my past. It’s shaped who I am today, and she may not want to be with me if she knows the dark truth.
I lift my head and realize my face is now damp with tears. “She was lying on her side but her back legs were just a fucking mess. And what breaks my heart is that as I crawled toward her, she caught my scent and started trying to get to me. Even though she was literally cut in half, her instinct was still to protect me. I knew that even if I was gonna die in that hellhole, I’d die with Bella in my arms.”
Julia releases a huge hitching sob and big, fat tears roll down her cheeks, so I pull her into my arms and hold her tight while she cries her heart out.
“Don’t cry, Angel. Bella and I were together when she passed. I tell myself she didn’t suffer in the end. I wasn’t so lucky. I lay in the rubble for what felt hours before my surviving team started to dig me out. I was flown back to the U.S as soon as I was stable enough and spent the next year in rehab, getting skin grafts and receiving therapy for my PTSD. Once I was cleared for duty again, I tried to go back to work with the dogs, but I just couldn’t do it. I was mourning Bella, and I just couldn’t move on. They medically discharged me, and I’ve been wandering ever since.”
Julia wraps her arms tightly around me, still sobbing gently, and I soothe her with my hands. Before I know it, I’m kissing the salty tears from her cheeks and lips, and she kisses me back with a passion that takes my breath away. Her hands clutch the front of my shirt and start working the buttons open and for the first time I have no problem letting someone see all of my scars. I’ve shared the most painful ones with her already — the mental ones have always cut more deeply than the physical ones. So when she pushes my shirt over my shoulders, and her fingers graze over the burn scars on my biceps and upper chest, I don’t flinch away. I let her explore my body with no fear and her sighs of pleasure as her lips go on their own journey across my chest and down my hard torso make my heart and dick soar to new heights.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jules moans as her fingers fumble with my belt buckle, her tongue tracing the ridges of my abs. Even though I’ve been out of the Army for a while, my hard-earned fitness is something I’ve held on to.
“No baby, you’re the beautiful one. So sweet inside and out,” I growl. “But if you don’t get my belt undone soon, I’m likely to mess up my shorts.”
