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Her mouth forms an O. “How…romantic.”
I grunt, trying to decide if she’s being serious. Her nipples are still hard and her thighs won’t stay still in those tight, black shorts, so I don’tthinkshe minded what I said. Still, the reminder about being romantic reminds me of something. “I brought you agift.”
She sets down what she’s holding on the counter. “Youdid?”
Nodding, I pull the present out of my pocket, holding it up. “Foryou.”
“Is that hair?” Her nose wrinkles, but it’s not long before understanding dawns on her face. “Is that…Manny’sponytail?”
“Yes.” Just thinking of the way he looked at her this afternoon tightens bolts in my temples until red bleeds into my vision. It took all my willpower not to crush his skull on the banks of the lake, but I knew murdering him in front of the campers would displease Lainey. “He will not bother youagain.”
Finally, she accepts the ponytail, laying it down on the counter. “Is he…didyou…?”
“He is alive, but in considerable pain.” After not touching Lainey for so long, I’m starting to grow restless, so I snag a finger in her tiny shorts and pull her close, sighing when she lays a cheek on my belly. “He lusted for what is mine. His consequences were welldeserved.”
I’m alarmed when her body begins to shake, until I realize she’s laughing. “Some guys show up with roses. You bring mehair.”
“Roses are more traditional, are they?” My mouth feels unfamiliar. I’m…smiling. “These are things I willlearn.”
“Don’t. Don’t learn anything. Don’t…change.” Ducking her head, she pulls away and prepares a bandage before coming back and pressing it to my wound. I can’t take my attention off her, she’s so beautiful in her concentration, a little line running down the middle of her eyebrows. My dick is still firm and pulsing with blood, but now I’m torn between wanting to fuck her and rock her like a baby. “Will you tell me about the scarsnow?”
Pressure eases down on my chest, my throat closing. “I was always bigger than everyone. Much bigger. It was…hard. Whenever someone new moved to my neighborhood in Detroit and wanted to prove themselves, they picked a fight with me. I never lost and people started to hate me. Fear me.” I swallow and focus on the sensation of her fingers on my side. “I thought things would be different when I joined the Marines. Thought they might have some value for my size. And they did.” I pause, recalling the title I haven’t used in a decade. “Lance Corporal Carver Shade at yourservice.”
“The name suits you,” shebreathes.
My nod is jerky. “They sent me overseas. For the first time in my life, I was part of something. I had…friends.”
Lainey wraps her arms around my waist, careful to avoid my injury. “Oh God. I’m afraid of what’scoming.”
“Do you want me tostop?”
“No.”
I hold Lainey close, dropping my nose to her hair and inhaling her aloe vera and pineapple scent. “We were ambushed one night on patrol. My friends were going to be taken, probably killed. I couldn’t let it happen after what they’d done for me.” Lainey begins planting kisses on my belly, and I shudder, pleasure piercing through the pain of my memories. “I didn’t realize there were so many of the enemy. Not like tonight. They had forty, maybe fifty men…and even I couldn’t win that fight. My friends escaped to the truck, though. At the time, that’s whatmattered.”
“They captured you.” She traces a scar in my back. “And this is what they did toyou?”
“Yes. Before I got free.” I clear my throat, but the discomfort remains. “When I returned to camp, slashed and bleeding…the looks on their faces. If my friends could look at me like that, I couldn’t imagine how a stranger would see me. So I found this place. I found a way to stay away fromeveryone.”
“Carver.” Lainey looks up at me, her eyes shining. “They were forced to leave you behind. They were probably looking at you withguilt. Not fear ordisgust.”
Could she be right? I was half delirious in the time leading up to being shipped home, bandages wrapped around my face and body, I only remember flashes of my men’s expressions, their clipped words. “I don’tknow.”
“I do. And if they looked at you any other way, they didn’t deserve the sacrifice you made. You shouldn’t be ashamed of those scars. You should be proud of them.” She shakes her head. “And you definitely shouldn’t be hiding yourself away in thewoods.”
The crowded feeling in my chest moves higher, into my throat. “I can’t imagine walking down the street likethis.”
“I would hold your hand, my king,” she whispers, unzipping my pants slowly and tugging them down over my hips. “I’m not going to push you before you’re ready. I’ll be here when that day comes.” She guides me over to one of the beds, and I sit, wincing when it creaks long and hard under my weight. But when her knees land on the floor between my splayed legs, I think of nothing but her mouth. Watching it, my cock surges, moisture bubbling from the slit and dripping onto my stomach. This can’t be happening in real life. “In the meantime, you’re going to get the hero treatment youdeserve.”
Chapter Eight
Lainey
Lord,he seems twice as massive from thisperspective.
His thighs are stretched out on either side of my head, thicker than my torso, bulging with muscle and covered in hair. I’ve been so distracted by the rest of him, I failed to notice the ridges of his stomach. Is that a twelve-pack? Yeah. It is. A mountain range of swells, powerful and flexed inanticipation.
His erection stands waiting, veins pulsing from root to tip, moisture seeping from the head. Begging for my mouth. And after that story he told me, my heart is still trapped in a vise. He needs and deserves this. I won’t make himwait.
