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Claire took him back in her mouth, swallowing him and drawing his cock back to the soft place at the back of her throat. The intensity of the pleasure as she worked his cock and brought her hand up to play with his balls was without measure. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he rested his hand on the top of her head, using the other to balance against the wall of the wheelhouse.
Her tongue swept the underside of his cock, giving it her affection and skill. The hand that had been resting on her head now closed around a fistful of her long, dark, silky curls, guiding her further down his cock. She moaned again, but not in pain. The sound was pure need. The thing he’d already figured out about Claire was she responded well to his dominance in all its forms. When she was done with him, before he ever touched her sexually, she would be wet and ripe and ready for his plundering, and he meant to do just that. He meant to remind her how good it was with him.
His cock began to swell and twitch; he was close. The heat and softness of her mouth was almost more than he could stand. He could feel his skin tightening as his balls drew up and started to tingle. Fletch used her fisted hair and began to move her up and down his staff in the manner he wanted. She didn’t resist him in any way. She had already figured out that most blow jobs ended up with him controlling it and fucking her mouth.
The instant he heard her hum and felt the vibrations all along his length, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He found the place at the back of her throat. Claire looked up and locked eyes with him before swallowing him down. He ground her face against him as he pressed deep and began to stream his cum down her throat and into her belly. It seemed to go on forever as she took it all.
Finally, he leaned back and watched as she licked him clean before he helped her to her feet.
“Mia said she thought there would be groveling and dick sucking.”
He chuckled. “I like the way Mia thinks. Did Mia also tell you that the groveling would probably involve my feasting on that luscious pussy of yours before fucking you into oblivion?”
“No, she didn’t, but I like the way you think better.”
He turned her toward the steering wheel and wrapped his arms around her, tucking himself back into his jeans, but not bothering to button up. Even though he was the one who had climaxed, Claire felt soft and almost drowsy in his arms.
“How’d you get into the security business? And for that matter breeding top-end sporthorses?”
“I was supposed to be part of the tenth generation of Fletchers to serve in the American military. My forefathers most likely fought your forefathers in the American Revolutionary War. Duty and honor were ingrained and indoctrinated into me since I was a small boy. It never occurred to me not to enter the Army. I worked hard and graduated top of my class in high school. That, coupled with my family’s legacy, ensured I entered West Point to begin my military career.”
“I can’t see you with a buzzed head and clean-shaven face.”
“It wasn’t the uniform or the look I had issues with; it was following the orders of men who knew nothing about sacrifice, courage, and loyalty. They were on a fast track to a higher rank and ordering around other people. They weren’t fit to lick the dirt off of most of those kids I served with. So, I went a route my family disapproved of. I joined the Rangers. Special Ops isn’t a fast track to anything but injury and death. I was good at my job; I even felt I was contributing something.”
“What happened?”
“Some wet-behind-the-ears captain ordered me and my men to take a small village which had no strategic value. We were told there would be no resistance. We were told wrong—either by mistake or design, I never knew. All I did know was that when things went sideways, the captain panicked and pulled back, leaving me and what was left of my team to fend for ourselves.”
Claire didn’t say a word but reached behind her to stroke his face, as if sensing the emotions roiling around him that he normally kept to himself.
“It took us a while, but most of us got home. I accused the captain of cowardice under fire. My family told me to keep my mouth shut, but I didn’t listen to them or anyone else. I wanted the slimy little bastard to pay; I wanted to see him tossed out. But his family had more political power than mine, and in the end, my accusations were dismissed, and he skated. Not so much as a blemish on his record.”
“You punched him, didn’t you?” she asked. “Please tell me you punched him.”
“I did, and I ended up losing everything. My father called on some old friends and called in some markers and got my separation to be listed as an honorable discharge. I walked away from the base that morning and never looked back. I haven’t spoken to anyone in my family since. I’m not sure who turned their back first, but the fact remains, they’re on one side with their backs to me and I’m on the other with mine turned on them.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I am too, but that’s why I’m adamant that you keep your nose clean and let me keep you from getting arrested.”
“What about the horses?”
“I was cashiered out from Ramstein. I took part of my separation pay and bought a car and headed west. I kept driving until I hit Calais. Then I found the Chunnel and headed to England. I kept driving west until I found Devon. As I explored the country, I found my farm and bought it. I went to an auction to buy some sheep and there were a couple of racing horses and draft horses that had seen better days. I decided they might be banged up like me, but that maybe we could help each other heal.”
“Did you know anything about horses?”
Fletch laughed. “Not a damn thing. But I bought books, hired the right help, and started educating myself. Next thing I knew I was the top rehab expert in the country. Then I started breeding my rehab horses, trying to make stronger, faster horses with great minds. I got those horses into some of the best hands and when the daughter of the Princess Royal bought one of my horses and blazed a string of victories across the continent, I was set.”
“Then why the security business?”
He chuckled. “Somebody stole my favorite broodmare. I set out to find who and bring her back. It led me to a horse thief ring, and I ended up breaking up their little scheme. So, people started hiring me to do that as well. I made sure I had a great farm manager and began hiring the guys from my old unit to come to work for me.”
“Do you really think we can make a go of this?”
“If the ‘this’ you are referring to is the channel crossing, I will only chide you for doubting my navigation and boating skills. If you’re questioning my commitment to you or our relationship, I’ll tie you spreadeagled on our bed; I won’t let you come for days, but you’ll have to blow me at least three times a day. So, what is it you were questioning?”
“The channel crossing… definitely the channel crossing.”
