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Chapter One
She lay naked on the bed, waiting for him to fuck her. She wasn’t the type of woman he usually went for but he’d been drawn to her tonight. And now here they were together. Alone.
They must have met up at the party but he didn’t actually remember. Didn’t even remember bringing her back home. Damn.
He hoped he hadn’t brought her back on his motorcycle, for he’d had way too much to drink. But not so much that his cock didn’t work. He felt exceptionally hard and exceptionally captivated by this beautiful woman.
He’d sensed that she needed him. And he needed her too. For more than just sex.
As soon as the thought hit him, he froze. Where the hell had that come from? He’d never needed anyone. Not on a personal level or any other way. He lived alone, worked alone, walked his path in life alone.
Okay, so maybe that wasn’t entirely true. It was just how he’d lived since being forced from his commando unit and since his brother had been killed in the Middle East. It’s what he’d wanted for his future. To remain a loner. Fewer complications in life that way. Fewer heartaches. But something about this woman strangely made him want more. Made him want to take a chance.
Or maybe it had just been too long since his last good fuck.
He peeled the shirt from his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. With a small smile lingering on her mouth, her eyes followed his movements. His own mouth hitched up at the corner.
As he unbuckled his belt, his gaze skimmed her body—petite, firm, nicely-rounded breasts with pink nipples and a thatch of dark curls covering her pussy. So sexy. And tonight, she was all his.
She spread her legs, bending her knees, giving him a good look at her already moist cunt. Fuck. She was driving him nuts. And she damn well knew it too. The tease.
When he unzipped his jeans, she ran her tongue over her bottom lip. It took everything he had to keep from groaning. He could almost feel her pouty mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking the cum right out of him. He shucked his pants and briefs, intending to show her a very good time.
She obviously had the same thought, for she curled her finger, enticing him to join her. He didn’t hesitate and crawled up next to her. His mouth immediately found one of her breasts and he sucked greedily, loving the taste of her flesh against his lips and tongue.
His fingers found her wet pussy and he delved inside, stroking her clit with his thumb until she moaned. He hesitated and when she made a sound of protest, he stroked her some more, loving the low, sexy sounds she made when aroused.
Her fingers circled his cock and he jerked. The coolness of her hand, wrapped around his warm shaft, made him actually stop breathing for a few seconds. With effort, he forced much-needed air back into his lungs until he felt on steady ground once more.
He needed to get inside this woman before he came against her hand. Something he hadn’t done since he was a teenager but she affected him that much. Or maybe the booze had something to do with his lack of control.
Reluctantly, he released her breast, giving her nipple one last lick. Delicious. He slid down her body and spread her cunt with his thumbs. Ah yeah. He leaned over and circled her clit with his tongue. She moaned and arched her back. After a few more flicks of his tongue and several whimpers from her, he sucked her clit into his mouth. He loved the taste of a woman—her lips, her nipples, her pussy. Her hands tangled in his hair but he didn’t intend to let her come. Not without him.
Unwilling to deny himself any longer, he released her clit and covered her body, spreading her legs wider with his knees. Then he sank inside her pussy, giving her every last inch of his hard cock. Oh, damn, she feels good. Her warmth surrounded and gripped him, keeping him deep.
For a moment he just lay on top of her, supporting his weight with his elbows, enjoying the feel of his cock buried deeply inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and pushed her hips up, demanding more.
When she opened her mouth to say something, he covered her lips with his and pushed his tongue into her mouth. No words. No complications. He just wanted to feel tonight.
He moved his hips, fucking her hard. He moved his mouth, kissing her hard. He needed to conquer this woman. To give her the orgasm of a lifetime. Something she’d never forget.
She mewled and clawed at his back, not in protest, but in need. Her hips pushed up against his and she turned wild beneath him.
He tore his mouth from hers. “Oh, fuck, yeah!”
Her body bowed. “Ace!”
A ring jarred his head. He jerked. What the—
Slowly, he roused and became aware of his surroundings. Shit. His dick, hard as steel, pressed into the mattress. Nothing but a fucking dream. Figures. Or was it a memory? He couldn’t recall. It had seemed so damn real.
His headache was definitely real. His eyeballs felt ready to pop. Too much liquor at the party tonight. He glanced at the clock. Last night. It was early morning now.
Pre-Fourth of July celebration. The local bar, only a few blocks from his apartment, liked to get an early start. This was the first year in several that he’d been able to join in. And he’d fully indulged. He had planned to sleep in today.
He glanced around for any signs that a woman had been there with him but he saw none. Not that a lack of indication specifically meant anything one way or the other.
Then it hit him. The woman had been Rachel North. Yes, definitely her, now that the memory became clearer in his mind. It had indeed been a dream. He and Rachel had known each other in high school. Never dated though.
He’d enlisted in the Army after graduation. A couple of years later, he’d returned on leave and bumped into her at a party. They’d spent one incredible night fucking, before he’d been reassigned. He hadn’t seen her since. Fifteen years ago. It seemed a lifetime.
The phone again rang in his ear, sounding as loud as a siren and sending shards of pain right through his brain. He reached toward the nightstand and fumbled with the receiver. “What?” he mumbled, not in the mood for chit-chat.
His mood had been set by a petite brunette. He needed to jack off, to return to the dream, relive the memory again in vivid detail, to fuck the hell out of Rachel as he’d done so many years ago.
A male voice came over the line. “I’ve got a job for you, Ace.”
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