Master Sergeant

Master Sergeant by Kelli Zel

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. Master Sergeant COPYRIGHT  2008 by Kelli Zel All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. Contact Information: [email protected] Cover Art by Angela Anderson The Wild Rose Press PO Box 708 Adams Basin, NY 14410-0706 Visit us at www.thewilderroses.com Publishing History First Scarlet Rose Edition, November 2008 Published in the United States of America

Dedication To Rich H…who is brave enough...and to Mike W for proofing another story (between cold showers).

Master Sergeant “Winter storm warning—” Agitated, Lola Moore changed the channel on her car stereo. “Traffic is backing up on I94. It’s stop and go—” She peered through the windshield of her Lexus at the long rows of stopped vehicles. It wasn’t even snowing and already people had forgotten how to drive. After the day she had at work, the last thing she wanted was to be stuck in traffic. She rubbed the tension from her neck. For two weeks, Damon had sauntered into her office, sat on the corner of her desk and flirted. Then when she got up the nerve to ask him out, he had stammered something about her being “too old” and bolted down the hallway. Lola’s heart had slammed hard against her chest. Old? The age difference couldn’t be more than six or seven years. Checking her reflection in the rearview mirror, she brushed the soft blonde hair from her brown eyes. Her tongue traced her plump cherry lips. She looked damn good for a woman in her early forties. No doubt Damon had an ego bigger than his dick. Her hands clenched. She wanted a real man. She was tired of the pale, pudgy middle-aged men who wanted to talk about their health or retirement plans. A deep baritone voice vibrated from her speakers “Tomorrow, expect to wake up to eight to ten inches—” With a red manicured nail, she ended the weather report in search of music. 1

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Eight to ten inches. Wishful thoughts of waking up to find that length of rock-hard cock in her bed had her wetting her lips. It had been so long since her mouth had gone on a trip south. Her fingers caressed the leather steering wheel, moving rhythmically up and down. Fragments of memories from nights long ago drifted back. Her thighs tightened. Honk. With a glance in her rearview mirror, she spotted a pick up truck on her tail. The man behind the wheel flashed a great big, bright grin. The heat that had settled between her legs rushed to her cheeks. Tearing her gaze from him, she noticed traffic had begun to move. She pushed her fantasies aside and crept forward. Two minutes later, they were once again at a dead stop. Honk, honk. Lola turned around. The handsome man with the bright smile and short dark hair was rockin’ and rollin’ in his seat, his hands beckoning her to come join him. Her nipples tingled and desire pooled in her pussy. The rocking and rolling she had in mind didn’t involve musicians or clothes. Damn, she was in a horny mood. She was certain the good looking hunk behind her didn’t have a clue as to how close she was to slamming her car into park, jumping out the door, and running to his truck, climbing in and giving him a lap dance. Her smile widened as her thighs clenched tighter. If she ground her pelvis against his crotch, would his fingers tangle in her hair and his mouth seek out her... Shaking her head, she tried to dismiss the first wisps of a fantasy. She turned her attention back to the bumper in front of her. Honk. 2

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Lola turned again and grinned back at the handsome stranger in uniform. His left arm was now extended while his right arm was bent around an imaginary woman. He smiled sweetly as he swayed to music only he could hear. Angry honks erupted from the cars and trucks around her. Traffic was once again moving, and this time close to the posted speeds. She stomped the accelerator and quickly reached sixty. At seventy, she checked her rearview mirror. Her shoulders slumped. The handsome stranger had been replaced with a silver Mercedes, and the jerk was right on her tail. Disappointment dampened her desire, and her thoughts went back to preparing her mental grocery list. Water softener salt, apples, laundry detergent, uniformed man. Another quick check in her mirror confirmed that there was no truck and no handsome man. Something about him had intrigued her. Maybe it was the fact that all she had ever dated were corporate men. She wondered what branch of the service he was in and what was he doing in Minneapolis. Was he being deployed or coming home? Was it his eyes, smile or uniform that kept him in her thoughts for the next forty-five minutes? She turned off the freeway and wheeled into the Fine Foods parking lot. The place was packed. She shook her head. Every time the weather service predicted a snow storm, everyone rushed out to stock up on food and booze. Two of Minnesota’s favorite pastimes were eating and drinking. Unless you were lucky enough to find someone. Then it was sex, food and booze. She drove up and down the rows of tightly packed cars, mini vans and SUV’s. Yes! An open spot. And it wasn’t too far away from the door. She hated when she ended up having to park at the 3

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bottom of the lot. A horn blew, but she looked up too late. She had been so focused on finding a spot to park she didn’t realize she had cut someone off. “Sorry,” she mouthed as she glanced through her passenger window into the eyes of the man who had danced behind her in the pickup truck. Her nipples puckered against her lacy push-up bra. The man was gorgeous. He tipped his head, smiled and waved her into the spot. And a gentleman. Instead of a courtesy wave, she blew him a kiss and pulled in. She opened her door, and a blast of icy cold air stung her lungs. It was going to be a long winter. With her shoulders huddled below her ears, she walked as fast as she could in a skirt and black pumps. The hot air from the heater in the entrance had her peeling off her black leather gloves and unbuttoning her coat. She grabbed one of the few remaining carts and wandered over to produce. She was in no hurry to get home to an empty house, especially if the weathermen were right. She’d be snowed in for the weekend with nothing to do but clean closets and re-watch old movies. Besides she wouldn’t mind feasting her eyes on the man in uniform one more time. It had to be his smile. When it came to men, it seemed most women had a fantasy type. With her friends, it ran the gamut from tool belts to men of the cloth. She had always gone for the suits, but she had to admit she was more than a little curious to see what lay behind this guy’s uniform. After picking up nearly every head of lettuce, she finally found a fresh one and placed it in her cart. She moved to the display of cucumbers. It was 4

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always a gamble buying vegetables out of season. Picking up a cuke, she gauged the firmness with a little squeeze. “Excuse me, but do you know anything about melons?” She turned to her right and wasn’t surprised to see the handsome stranger, standing tall and proud in an army combat uniform. There was no gray in his hair, and his eyes twinkled like a young rogue. With a muskmelon in the palm of each hand, he hefted them like he was handling a well endowed woman. Her thumb and forefinger ran up and down the cucumber while she studied his uniform. High on the left side of his chest was U.S. Army, and on the right side was his name tape Johnson. Attached to the center of the jacket was a Sergeant insignia, but her gaze didn’t stop there. She kept looking until she saw his boots. A surge of excitement had her shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her gaze rushed back to his face. The tingle in her nipples was caused by more than his smile. She was intrigued as she glanced to the fruit in his strong hands. “No, I, um...I’m not a melon gal,” she stammered. “I prefer to eat vegetables.” The tip of her tongue nervously traced her bottom lip while images of his mouth covering hers had her dying to find out what type of kisser he was—tongue thruster, lip sucker or a slow tantalizing teaser. His mouth melted into a sexy grin, and his blue eyes lit up like a young boy who had just stolen second base. He’s closer to thirty than forty, her mind shouted like a carnival barker at a guess-your-age and weight booth. She put the vegetable in her cart and rushed down the aisle. Her ego couldn’t handle being 5

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called old twice in one day. “Wait up,” he called. This time she didn’t turn around. Something about the uniform and man intrigued and unnerved her all at the same time. She knew nothing about military personnel other than she was grateful for the job they did. Definitely safer to date men in her own profession. She understood what motivated them and made them tick. Although she had misjudged Damon from marketing, she sensed the Sergeant was different. He was built and had a presence about him. She was certain this soldier didn’t go to a personal trainer or a life coach to get into shape. His body looked like it came from solid work and hard living. The twinkle in his blue eyes, his short dark hair and the way he stood had her second guessing her dismissal of ever dating a military man. She was about to head toward the cashier when she remembered laundry detergent. She left her cart parked by an end cap and hustled down row eleven. Maneuvering around several carts, she grabbed a large bottle of detergent. As she turned the corner, the handsome stranger dropped something into her cart. “Hey,” Lola called. “That’s my grocery cart.” He studied the contents. “Oops,” he held up the cucumber and gave it a little squeeze. “You’re right. Mine is much firmer.” His voice had the slightest edge to it. Was he miffed that she hadn’t stopped when he called out to her by the produce section? Was he used to people following his instructions? Well, that was too bad because she wasn’t the type to take orders. She boldly gave him the once over and, liking what she saw, looked him over again. When she was done with her visual inspection, he set the vegetable 6

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back in her cart, humor evident in his eyes. He extended his large hand. “Sam.” She placed her hand in his firm callused palm. “Lola.” His blue eyes were intense and direct as he embraced her hand more than shook it. “Lola.” His voice was deep and sultry. “Lola.” Her name rolled off his lips one more time. His eyes held hers captive until the loud ringing of her cell phone interrupted the moment. “It was nice to meet you.” She pulled her hand from his and dug the phone from her purse. Her heart slammed in her chest. Her stomach sunk. The caller ID read John Hamon. Crap, it was her boss. Was he calling to reprimand her for asking Damon out, or worse, trying to set her up with his perverted old dad again? “Yes, John.” “I hate to call you, but it was brought to my attention that you propositioned someone from marketing.” Her eyes rolled. “I asked Damon out for a drink. Let me ask you one question.” “Sure,” John said. “If Damon’s name was Diane and I asked her out for a drink, would we be having this conversation?” “See you on Monday,” John disconnected. She closed her eyes and took a couple of long slow breaths. When she opened her eyes, Sam was gone and so was the excitement and tingle. Lola sighed as regrets replaced the warmth the soldier had created in the pit of her stomach. It had been a long time since someone turned her insides to fire and ice with a mere gaze, and now she’d never know if he was willing to do more than look. She continued to search for him as she got into the check out line. “Big storm coming,” the clerk announced. 7

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With a weak smile, she piled the groceries from her cart onto the belt. “I also need two, forty pound bags of water softener salt.” “Joe,” the cashier hollered. “Two bags of salt.” Effortlessly, he carried over the bags and dropped them into the cart. “Which ones are on sale?” the cashier asked. “I can’t remember if it’s the Extended Pleasure or Her Pleasure.” Lola’s eyes latched onto the box of condoms the clerk held high in the air. She swallowed as everyone turned to look at her. Sam must have tossed them in her basket when he thought the cart was his. A smile twitched. Looks like there’ll be two disappointed women this weekend. “Her Pleasure is on sale,” the cashier to her right said. Joe chuckled and turned beat red. “Thanks.” Lola gave the cashier a smile, paid and piled the brown bags on top of the salt. She took one last look. No Sam. Outside, the wind had picked up, and big, fat, snowflakes dropped from the sky. She buried her head deeper into the collar of her coat and pushed the cart hard and fast. The cold air bit into her ankles. She kept her chin tucked and picked up speed. As she approached her parking spot, she glanced up and saw Sam too late. He was behind her car, bent over with boot laces in hand. “Look out!” she screamed. His head didn’t pop up until the cart slammed into him. “Oh, my God!” She skidded around the cart. “Are you okay?” He lay sprawled on his back, his unfocused blue eyes looking up at her. “Shit!” She took a step closer. “Don’t move. Stay 8

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still. I’ll call an ambulance.” Digging in her purse, she mumbled, “I’m so sorry.” Blinking, he struggled into a sitting position. “It’s okay. I’m fine.” He jumped to his feet but reached for her cart to steady himself. “See, fine.” Snow dusted the top of his head and stuck to the shoulders of his uniform. Her hand pulled the cell phone from her purse. “To be on the safe side, we should call an ambulance.” Her head nodded, and she hoped he’d agree. “Please don’t call,” he swayed. “I’m fine. Besides, I can see that you’re shivering. You don’t have on any boots or gloves. I’ll just sit for a minute and be on my way.” He leaned against the fender of her car. She studied him and ran through several options. He obviously couldn’t drive, and if she did call an ambulance, they could be stuck in the parking lot for hours. With the snow, there were bound to be pileups on the freeway, and along with a rash of accidents, there would be injuries far worse than being run over with a shopping cart. She unlocked the door with the press of a button. “Why don’t you wait inside my car, and after I get my groceries packed in the trunk, I’ll figure out what to do with you.” He peered from beneath his heavy fringed lashes, the corners of his mouth twitched into a sexy grin. “I might be able to help you out with some suggestions.” Her insides warmed. He was damn sexy. Even with the tic-tac-toe board stamped into his forehead. She cringed at the impression the grocery cart had left. She didn’t think she had hit him that hard. She opened the passenger door, and in three sure and steady strides, he was standing before her. Then he folded his frame and settled on the seat. He tapped his boots together, knocking off the accumulation of snow before swinging his feet inside. 9

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Her gaze focused on his powerful thighs, and she was certain beneath that layer of camouflage was a pair of muscular legs. “Are you okay?” he asked. Her head snapped up. “Yeah, I’ll just be a minute. Wait here.” She shut the door and swiped a finger over her chin. She hoped she hadn’t been drooling. Her hands wanted to rest on his knees and slide up his thighs, feeling the taut muscles rippling beneath her fingers. She swallowed and let the cold crisp air fill her lungs. What was wrong with her? She had almost killed the guy, he was nearly unconscious, and instead of being filled with remorse, all she could think of was feeling the guy up. Moving fast, she got everything into her trunk and the cart back to the corral. Her feet were covered with snow, and she was certain she had wrecked another pair of pumps. She started the car and turned the heat to the floor, hoping to melt the snow from her shoes. She turned and caught Sam smiling at her from the passenger seat. “What’s so funny?” “I’ve been deployed three times and was never injured. I get stationed in the states, and my first day on my new assignment, I get run down by a shopping cart.” “Yeah, I’m really sorry about that. I’d be willing to drop you off at a medical center, or if you wanted me to call someone...” “That’s the problem. I’m single now, my family lives in Texas, and I don’t know anyone in Minnesota.” The heat blew hot on her legs and created a puddle beneath her feet. As she studied the military man, more than just her socks grew damp. She brushed the hair from her face and turned 10

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on her windshield wipers to clear off the accumulating snow. “I’m at a loss of what to do.” The right corner of his mouth drew up along with his eyebrows. “I don’t mean to be forward, but if you could take me home.” Her gaze focused on the red checkered pattern on his forehead. “I’m thinking a hospital might be a better option.” “I can already tell you what the doctor will say. Possible concussion. I’ll need someone to observe me for twenty-four hours, and if I become confused, develop headaches or lose consciousness, I should go to the local emergency room.” The snow fell faster, and the windshield wipers strained to keep the windshield clear. Gripped with indecision, she weighed her options again. His hand slowly swept across her wrist. “Or I could give you my cell phone number and address. You could call and check on me every hour, and if I didn’t answer, you could drive over and minister me back to health.” He winked. If the weather turned bad, she might not be able to get to him. “I should drive you to your place and stay for a while, just to be sure you’re okay.” He nodded. “The moving men won’t be delivering my furniture until sometime next week. I do have a sleeping bag spread out on the floor.” The thought of her fingers on his brow had her feeling lusty, not nurturing. This could be a mistake. But his smile was disarming. “You want to go to my place.” He nodded again. His hand rested on his temple. “I’m feeling a little—” She watched in horror as he fell, his face planting into her lap. His warm breath penetrated her skirt and panties to sear her pussy, causing a delicious shiver to zip through her body. With a quick gulp of air, she glanced at the back 11

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of his head. Damn. “Come on, buddy. Let’s get you up.” She tugged on his shoulder but couldn’t get him upright. Slowly she eased out of the parking spot. Selfish thoughts had her nipples drawn so tight they ached, but that pain was nothing compared to the throbbing between her legs. Each incoherent mumble from Sam, caused her thighs to tighten and desire to dribble onto her panties. By the time she shifted into drive, Sam was mumbling, and when she pulled out of the Fine Food’s driveway, his head was rocking from side to side. At the stoplight, Sam had roused and managed to get himself upright. Resisting the urge to pull his head back into her lap, she said. “I’m taking you to the doctor.” His hand brushed against her thigh. “I’m okay.” She shook her head. “You swooned into my lap.” “No,” his voice was deep and clear. “I was just checking your ability to deal with a medical emergency.” From the corner of her eye, she glanced at him. “You fainted.” “I did not faint. I was just a little lightheaded. It was a twenty-two hour drive from Texas. I’m tired and haven’t eaten. How about I take you out for dinner?” The thought of being across from him at a table and not being able to keep her hands off of him, or worse yet, watching him take a nose dive into a bowl of soup had her shaking her head. “With the snow and the roads, it’s best if we eat something back at my place.” If he was going to pass out, she knew where she wanted him to land. Again. The thought of spending the evening with the Sergeant had her recalling the old adage, ‘if you don’t get what you want, it’s only because something better is coming along.’ Sam was definitely more 12

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desirable than Damon, and she was damn grateful Damon hadn’t taken her up on the offer. Sam’s smile was wicked. “No complaints from me.” “Mmm,” she murmured, not certain she could find her voice. Fifteen minutes later, she turned the corner, drove up to a blue vinyl-sided rambler and pulled into the attached garage. Before she could get out, he was around the car and opening the door for her. She swung her legs from the car and stood up. Instead of moving aside, he held his ground, putting them nearly chest to chest. “You should be...” Her voice tightened as she reined in her desire to press her chest to his. “Resting,” she said, trying to sound like a responsible middle aged woman instead of a sex starved teenager. If he had a head injury, he shouldn’t be exerting himself, but if it was only lack of food and sleep… Lust-filled eyes smoked beneath dark brows and mirrored her thoughts. There was no denying the chemistry between them. The air sizzled with unspoken need. A few hours earlier, she had been berating herself for being impulsive. Now, she was standing in her garage with a stranger she hoped to get naked in her bed. “Let me help you.” On wobbly legs, she put her arm around him, but instead of assisting him, she used his tall, hard frame to steady herself as they headed up the step. Her heart picked up speed. Her stomach fluttered. She was bringing home a man whose view of the world was larger than a corporate conference room and a financial spreadsheet. She was out of her comfort zone, and rather than being scared, she was invigorated. His hand slid past the small of her back to her 13

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ass, and the imprint of his hand seared her skin through her wool coat. Her heart pounded so loudly she could no longer hear her thoughts. Her breasts ached with the need to be cupped in the palms of his hands. Her nipples drew tight in anticipation of warm, wet lips sucking her twin, tight buds. They moved through the service door into the kitchen. Finding her voice, she asked, “Can I get you something to eat, drink?” “A glass of water.” He leaned against the counter. She slipped off her wet shoes and noticed him watching her as she unbuttoned her coat. A moment later his fingers caressed her neck. “Here, let me help.” His hands moved across her shoulders, and his breath was warm against the back of her neck. By the time he inched the coat off, her mind was visualizing his hands on her body. He folded the coat and placed it over the back of a kitchen chair. Dizzy with anticipation, Lola rubbed her damp palms against her skirt and moved from the cupboard to the refrigerator to fill two glasses with ice and water. She turned to find him once again with his back resting against the counter and his legs spread wide. She stepped closer, holding the glasses in front of her. His hands remained at his side. She inched forward, narrowing the space. Instead of reaching for the water, his fingers pushed a strand of hair from her cheek. She stood like a sixteen year old, knowing what she wanted yet suddenly too timid to make a move. He swept the hair behind her ear, caressing her lobe as he tucked it in place. She gripped the glasses tighter. Her hands ached with the need to hold Sam. She tilted her chin 14

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slightly. His thumb gently rubbed her jaw. The glasses bumped against his chest, a single drop of ice water ran down the back of her hand, and her skin sizzled. “Water?” He gave a slight shake to his head. “Do you know the signs for shock?” “No.” But she could recite the symptoms of horny wanton behavior. Nipples rock hard, clit gliding across crotch of panties, damp with desire, and undressing the Sergeant with her eyes. “Shortness of breath, dizziness and thirst.” His voice was husky. “Standing here, looking at you, I can hardly catch my breath, my lips are stuck to my teeth, I can’t swallow and I’m light headed.” “What do I do?” Her voice went up an octave. “The first sign of shock, you usually get the victim to lie down and you loosen their tight clothing and keep them warm and comfortable.” Lola studied the Sergeant. His chest rose and fell at an alarming rate. She set both glasses on the counter and wrapped her arm around his waist. “Come on. I’m taking you to bed.” She wasn’t sure, but she thought his eyes turned a darker shade of blue. Her grip tightened. His muscles danced beneath her hand as they walked down the hallway. She directed him to her bedroom. “Lie down.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Let me make you comfortable.” She bent down and removed his boots, lifting his feet onto the bed. His eyelids lowered. Her hands ran up his thighs and stopped at his belt. Her fingers were clumsy in their haste as she fumbled with the buckle, frustrations and desire causing her hands to shake and her chest to tighten. She could barely unfasten it. With a glance at the button fly, she decided to start at his chest. She ripped open the Velcro 15

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fastened uniform. Relished in the sound and drank in the sight of him. His eyes opened, his arms wrapped around her, and he crushed her to him. Her breasts were mashed hard against his pounding heart. He shifted until she lay on top of him. Full frontal coverage. “It’s seems shock and lust have similar symptoms,” he whispered. “I want you.” Her crotch dripped desire, and he hadn’t even kissed her. A shiver went down her spine when the tip of his tongue touched her bottom lip. She pressed her soft curves tight against his rock-hard planes and ground her pelvis against his bulge. The rush of their lips meeting sent her toes curling. Her hips rolled and her frustration mounted as the kiss deepened. Her libido instructed her to race toward the finish line while her body begged her to slow down and savor each delicious sensation. She traced the outline of his lips with her finger. “Lucky for you,” she said breathlessly. “That the treatment plans are also similar.” Lola spread her legs until she straddled him and then took her time easing herself into an upright position. The friction of her crotch grinding against him was more than enough foreplay. She was hot and ready. She needed to feel him inside her impatient pussy. Wanting to regain some composure, she repeated the symptoms as she slid low onto his thighs and worked to remove his arms from his uniform. “Loosen clothing.” She pulled his T-shirt up over his head. Her eyes hungrily fed on the site of his naked upper body. She swallowed and hoped she wasn’t drooling. One minute her fingers soaked up the feel of his hard chest and in the next breath, she fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, wanting to rub her breasts across his skin. 16

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“Let me.” Before her nipples could pucker tighter, he had her shirt off. His palms cupped her breasts, weighing them like they were melons. Their eyes locked. Her nipples hardened. A moan slid between her parted lips. His fingers danced across her back, found the clasp and released her swollen tits. He tossed her bra to the floor. “You’re beautiful.” He rolled her nipples gently with his thumbs. Her hands drove across the hills and hollows of his sharply defined muscles. “Nice,” she murmured. He grasped her hips as she leaned forward, her breasts following the trail she had blazed. When their nipples met, shards of desire cut through her control. Pressing her body to his, she reveled in the feel of his skin, and her mouth devoured him, sucking on his bottom lip, then his tongue. He gripped her shoulders and lifted her as he broke the kiss. “Shit. I don’t have any condoms.” “Luckily, a box mysteriously turned up in my cart tonight.” “Fate.” He reached for a breast, greedily sucking the spiked nipple into his mouth. His free hand slipped under her skirt. He moaned. “You’re wearing a garter?” She nodded. “And my panties are soaked.” “Get the condoms.” His eyes clouded with desire. “Please?” Her hand gingerly moved between her legs, brushing against the bulge in his pants. “What’s the matter Sergeant? Leg broke.” Before she could blink, he had rolled them over and was on top of her. His lips trailed kisses from her chin to her nipple. “Nope, leg’s fine. I thought you were in a hurry, but since you’re not...” He sucked her nipple into his mouth and tugged on the other nub. A moan escaped from her parted lips, and her 17

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hips lifted higher. She tried in vain to relieve the ache in her pussy. She wanted to taste him, to feel him deep inside. “I think I’ll go get those condoms.” His lips made their way back to her mouth, his kisses light and teasing. Lifting his head, he propped himself up on an elbow. His eyes sparkled, his white teeth shone between parted lips, and he ran his fingers through her hair. One eyebrow quirked. “What?” “Condoms,” she said loudly then grinned, not sure where this was all leading. Her heart beat faster as she silently gazed into his eyes. The ticking of the bedside clock echoed in the room. His finger outlined her upper lip. Before she could suck his finger deep into her mouth, he pulled it just out of reach. “Are you asking for permission?” His teasing had her vibrating with need. Two can play this game. Her tongue wet her lips. “May I have permission to go grab some condoms?” A grin spread across his face. He rolled onto his back. Rolling with him, she ran her tongue along his jaw line and up to his earlobe. His fingers danced along her spine. His eyes twinkled. “And what would you need those for?” She lightly blew in his ear and scooted back. “So, I can fuck you?” His eyebrows shot up. She laughed and danced out from his reach. “Please do.” He neatly folded his arms behind his head, his smile a little lopsided and his need clearly evident. With her hips swaying, she pranced out of the bedroom. When she was no longer in his view, she picked up the pace, practically running to the kitchen. “Damn.” She surveyed the empty counters. The 18

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groceries were still in the trunk. She hustled to the garage and barely noticed the cold air on her exposed chest. She spotted the box of condoms at the top of a bag and raced back into the bedroom. The Master Sergeant was spread eagle on his back with his eyes closed. She stared at his upper body, fit and tanned, his shoulders broad and his stomach flat and lean. Lola watched the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deeply. His long eyelashes fluttered for a brief second. She wondered if he was asleep, possibly dreaming about her. She should let him rest, go put the groceries away. But the sight of his erect nipples was so tempting. She had to have a little lick. The box of condoms slipped from her hand and landed on the night stand. Leaning over the bed, she placed a light kiss in the center of his chest, and before she could stop herself, she used her tongue to write her name across his pecks. Like a professional wine taster, she leaned back and contemplated her sample. All that sun kissed skin. She had to have one more taste. She inched forward. The tip of her tongue slid across his chest. As her nipples brushed the bedspread, a jolt of excitement coursed through her. Like an artist painting a canvas, she traced Sam’s collarbones and then encircled his nipples with feathery strokes. Fingers aching, she would not be denied pleasure as they traveled of their own accord over the muscles of his chest and forearms. Her tongue moved like an explorer through uncharted territory and made its way to his lips, briefly tasting his warm breath. He stirred. His eyes opened. Lola froze like a burglar in a darkened house. His hands moved to her waist. “Don’t stop.” His 19

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voice was deep and husky. “Lola.” The corners of his mouth beckoned her as he said her name over and over. His eyes fluttered shut, and his hands rested on the mattress. “Don’t stop.” She kissed her name off his lips and obeyed. Her hands traveled down the length of his muscular legs, and through the fabric of his pants, she gauged his strength. Her eyes fixated on his button fly. Her palms slid back up his thighs and didn’t stop until they came to the waistband of his trousers. With a finger and a thumb, she easily released the button. She smiled as her thumb stroked the soft hairs of his treasure trail. His skin was warm. His eyes were partially open, and a smile creased his face. She undid the remaining buttons. The mushroomed head of his cock jutted from the waistband of his boxers. With her thighs pressing tightly together, her body aching, and her pulse pounding, her tongue traced a trail from his navel to the tip of his protruding cock. Her breath grew ragged. She wouldn’t be able to stop until she had her fill. His hips lifted from the bed as he murmured, “I want you.” She quickly stripped him of his uniform pants and boxers then drank in the sight of his hard, lean body. Her fingers traced her own nipples. He’s gorgeous. Hot, hard and all mine. Licking her lips, her mouth aching to be filled, she let her gaze sweep over his flawless sun kissed chest, flat abdomen, thick cock and muscular thighs. “Lola, will your mouth be as hot as your touch?” Her skirt and panties fell to the floor. Still wearing her stockings and garter belt, she lay down on top of him, savoring the feel of his skin against hers. Her tongue started at his lips and then moved to his chin. She inched downward to his chest and 20

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stomach, rubbing her clit against his rock hard thigh as she shimmied lower. Lola licked the little grooved slit on the end of his shaft. Her hand cupped his balls, her fingers stroking the satiny smooth underside of his dick, and she sucked the head into her mouth. His body bucked, and his fingers tangled in her hair. “Yes.” Her tongue danced as she took him deeper and came up again. Moving rhythmically, his cock tickled the back of her throat. “Fuck me,” he moaned. The thought of his delicious cock stretching the tender tissues of her pussy had her reaching for the box of condoms and pulling out a shiny packet. She tore the foil with her teeth and rolled the condom over his smooth, satiny shaft. Straddling him, she twisted the head of his cock into her wet pussy. Wiggling, she eased him deeper. Her inner muscles pulsed around him as he went deeper...deeper. When he completely filled her, she paused, fearing any movement would cause her to come. She didn’t want the moment to end too soon. His hands covered her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. No longer able to remain still, she slid up. The wanting, the needing...she plunged back down, her desire inflaming as she rode him fast. His hands clasped her hips guiding her, urging her on. With a final downward plunge, hot, spiraling spasms erupted and her vagina milked his cock. “Sam,” she screamed as she crested again. Damn delicious, that’s how it feels to be fucked by a real man. She had forgotten, been missing out. Desire took a hold, and she was ready to go again. “Lola,” he murmured. Her eyes flew open. His hands lay limp on the bed, his eyelids fluttering. She rolled over on to her 21

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back and tossed her arm over her eyes. Great. First I run him over with a cart. Then I run over him with my body. He gave her a nudge. She kept her arm firmly in place. His fingers trailed across her breasts to her stomach. She wondered if he thought she was old. “Wow,” his voice tickled her ear. “I thought I was having the most incredible dream.” The corners of her lips tipped into a smile. His fingers stroked her lightly. “You’re not a dream, and you’re not much of a driver.” Her muscles tensed, her arm slid from her eyes, and they opened to bright blue eyes. “It’s stopping that I suck at.” “Luckily for me.” His smile widened. He lowered his head to nibble her bottom lip. “If I’m quick will you promise to wait?” She peered through her lashes, rolling the question over in her head. “I need to make a quick trip to the bathroom, but I don’t want you to go anywhere.” He rolled onto his side, with the condom still secure. “Is that an order?” she teased. “No, it’s an offer. When I come back, if you’re still here, you’ll be glad you waited.” “Hmm.” Her eyelids fluttered shut. She was as content as a pussycat basking in the sun until a warm wet washcloth brushed at her thighs. Her pulse thumped wildly. She opened her eyes and watched as he administered a sponge bath. The texture and the heat of the cloth had her tingling all over. A minute later, he slid into bed and gathered her close, kissing her tenderly. Her hands moved down his back. She closed her eyes feeling safe and secure in his arms. “My turn.” Sam’s voice was warm against her 22

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ear. His tongue was hot and moist, and her body tingled in anticipation as he drew abstract designs around her breast. He moved to her neck, nuzzling her wild beating pulse before swirling down around her navel. His mouth and hands excited every inch of her skin. Her hips rocked up from the bed. She hoped he’d move lower. Her pussy was eager for round two. When his mouth brushed the edge of her garter, she moaned. His hands ran up and down the length of her silk encased legs. His tongue flattened out as he licked her like a scoop of ice cream. His teeth nipped her skin as he rolled the stocking partially down, his lips covering her exposed flesh with a trail of shivery kisses. Slowly, he pulled the stocking off her curled toes, and his tongue tickled the arch of her foot. Laughing, she pulled her leg from his reach. “Perfect.” Sam dove between her outstretched legs. “I’m going to eat you up.” His fingers slid across her labia, and he licked between them, stroking her with his tongue. Her hands clutched the sheet, anticipating the treat. His fingers tugged on the hood guarding her clit then stopped. “No,” she protested. He lifted her hands from the sheets and placed them on her breasts. “I suck at multi-tasking.” His hands covered hers. “I was hoping you could help me out.” “Is that an order?” “Yes, you keep caressing and stroking those beautiful nipples until I give you permission to stop.” “Aye, aye.” “That would be ‘yes, sir.’” “Yes, sir.” From partially closed eyelids, she studied the handsome sergeant. He was buff and 23

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strong, yet his touch was as gentle as a feather, sweeping across her upper thigh as he rolled down her other stocking. His eyes intense and serious, his grin mischievous, he removed the garter with his teeth, trailing hot, moist kisses as he went. Lola’s body ached. Her hands wanted to grab him, her pussy wanted to wrap around him, her mouth wanted to suck and lick and devour. Her legs opened wider. She reached for him and ran her fingers through his hair. Sexy blue eyes glanced up. He placed her hand back on her breast. “You’re not following orders.” Her nerve endings stretched taut, she shifted her hips with the first rush of his hot, flat tongue against her clit. He stroked the spot until she grew rigid. Her pussy was hot and swollen, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. She pushed against his tongue, moaning when his fingers slid into her wet pussy. Her muscles contracted and greedily wrapped around his fingers. But she didn’t want an appetizer. She wanted the real deal. His hard, hot cock, stretching and completely filling her. “I need...” Her hands clasped the sides of his head, tipping his gaze to hers. “You. Now.” She barked out the order. Her hips rocked again. Their eyes locked in battle. He shook his head. “I think you underestimate yourself.” He nudged his fingers deeper. Her hands clutched the sheet, and her head shook as she panted. “No.” “What?” “No, sir,” came out between short, quick breaths as her pussy wrapped tighter around his finger and her hips tipped higher. His shoulders shrugged, his head lowered. “Guess we’ll see who’s right.” His tongue descended, sucking. His fingers found the sweet spot. 24

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Unraveling heat curled deep in her core as convulsions gripped his fingers. She arched her back. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, heat shot from her toes to her breast, and she was powerless to hold back. She was going to come. Her hands reached for the sheets, clutching the material in her hands as she held tight. The first spasm pitched her hips higher. “Sam,” she called out. His lips, tongue and fingers continued to slide around and in her. She arched higher, pressing her clit and pussy firmly against him. More delicious spasms sent her body quaking, she reached for him, grabbing his ears. She wanted his hard body on top of her and his cock inside her. But he didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down. Like a tornado picking up momentum, sensations swirled, her head spun as she tossed it against the pillow. “Oh Sam!” Air whooshed from her lungs. “Oh God!” She screamed as her body pulsed, her palms slapped the sheets and the largest orgasms of her life rocked her body. His tongue and fingers were replaced with his hot lips as he sucked until the waves of pleasure subsided. Her body floated and her arms were like rubber as she lifted her hands to his shoulders. “Come here.” He inched up slowly, kissing her naval, her stomach, the skin between the valley of her breast. “Hmm.” When he reached her lips, Lola whispered breathlessly, “Told you.” A finger trailed across her bottom lip. “You only won the battle.” His arms wrapped tightly around her. “There’ll be other contests.” “If the weathermen are correct and the snow keeps falling, you might be right.” She snuggled into 25

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his arms, dreading the moment he’d stammer an excuse about his need to go. “What’s weather got to do with this?” His fingers tangled in her hair. She met his direct gaze. “They’re predicting eight inches, and the plows won’t come by until tomorrow. So we’d be snowed in.” “The way I figure it...” His lips caressed her forehead. “With or without the snow, you’ll be waking up to at least eight inches.” The head of his cock nudged the lips of her pussy. “I didn’t know Master Sergeants were in a position to make wishes come true.” His forearm brushed across Lola’s nipples as he reached for the box of condoms. “A little help,” he whispered. She reached for the packet, taking great pleasure in slowly rolling it over his hard dick. Sam propped himself above her, the tip of the condom rubbing against her swollen clit. His eyebrow arched. “No doubt about it, I am in the right position.” The head of his cock glided into her pussy at the exact moment his tongue slid between her lips. “Mmm.” This Master Sergeant might just make all her wishes come true.

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