With a moan, Gray took all of him, and arching her back off the door, short nails digging into his shoulders, she begged him for more.
Never. Never in his life had he been so lust crazed. The feel of her wet pussy pulsing around him made his cock jerk deep inside of her. She cried out, her heels on the backs of his thighs spurring him on.
Mindlessly crushing her between the door and his chest, he pumped himself into her hard. Hips pistoning, he took what she gave. Pleasure and pain, each thrust a demand made and a promise given.
She belonged to him, and he refused to let her go.
She panted his name as her body answered his call, and with a shudder that gripped his cock tight from base to tip, her orgasm broke over him in waves.
A last hard, fast stroke had his balls squeezing up tight. “Fuck!” Chase pinned her hips. He was so deep inside of her, he’d left no space for air between them, and finishing what she’d started, his cock kicked out jet after jet, filling her completely.
It took a while before he came to his senses. Gray’s trembling bringing him around faster than anything else could have. Still pressed together, his cock buried in her sweet spot, he found himself ready, willing, and able to go again.
Then Chase caught what she said.
“I’m sorry,”set on repeat wasn’t what a man wanted to hear after the best sex of his life.
Shocked by her words, he fell back to earth hard and fast.
Crushed by the weight of her regret, Chase put her down gently. She scooted away as soon as her feet hit the floor, but not before he caught another, “I’m sorry,” full on the chin.
After reefing up his pants, he hesitated with his hand on the doorknob. “You leave for Savannah in three hours,” he said, his back to the woman he’d fallen in love with. In the silence that followed, he left the room before she could apologize again, shutting the door behind him.
The cool air acted like a balm against his heated skin, the sweat he’d earned drying rapidly against his chest. Reeling like he’d just been sucker punched and forgetting where he was, Chase sat down heavy on one of the chairs occupying the space between the doors. The faded plastic cracked, and the rusted metal groaned in protest, but thankfully, it held together.
He didn’t need to fall on his ass twice in one evening.
With too many thoughts running through his head, he needed to think, but all he heard in his mind was Gray’s wavering voice.“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
It didn’t take long for the door to open a crack, and a sliver of light shone across the toe of his boot. “Chase, I’m sor—”
“Go back inside, Gray.” She hesitated for a second before doing as he asked, the door shutting slowly until he sat alone in the dark.
Feet on fire, he kicked off his boots and removed his socks. The decking scraped against the soles of his feet. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the siding. There was so much wrong with what just happened.
He was now, officially, a selfish bastard. And they hadn’t used protection. Christ, he didn’t even ask her if she took birth control.Shit.
His mind whirling, he wanted to be alone. Actually needed to be alone. But one thing for certain about living with eight other men in a four-room camp, you were definitely going to run into someone when you least wanted to.
Chase listened to the footsteps approach. Based on the gait and heavy tread, he wasn’t at all surprised when Cody’s voice reached him in advance of his arrival.
“You look like you need a punch in the face, Sergeant.”
He opened his eyes and speared Cody with a glare. “You offering?”
“I’m happy to volunteer. But you gotta give me a reason.”
“I’m a lying bastard. Is that reason enough?”
“Not even close, asshole. What’s the real reason?”
“Gray. We…well, she was angry, and I shouldn’t have…shit. I leave in four hours for Washington, and I’m an asshole who fucks and runs.”
Chase’s confession set off a good old-fashioned, “Oorah!” followed up with a hearty, “It’s about damn time, Mac. You had me worried there for a minute.”
“Go ahead. Laugh it up, numbnuts.”
Perhaps realizing Chase wasn’t basking in the postcoital afterglow, Cody leaned against the overhang support, crossed his arms, and got serious. “Sorry, man. Let me guess? You’re all about beating yourself over the guilt of leaving her.” When Chase didn’t respond, Cody kept at him. “You know, I used to be a lot like you.”
