His body tenses and he scowls. “I’m not into that. I’m not a numbers guy.”
It hits me. His dad. It wasn’t just his drinking. It was his carousing.
I open my arms for him. “I know. You’re an honest man. Honorable. So, you know, I don’t cheat. I don’t share. That’s not who I am either.”
“You’re perfect.” Lowering his head he captures my lips, kissing me like I’m his last meal.
Resting on one elbow, he slowly explores my body, running his hand from knee to shoulder, shifting over a couple inches and repeating the movement as if he’s painting my body with a brush, careful not to miss a single spot. From knee to breast, again and again until he’s covered my entire torso from shoulder to thigh. The texture of his calloused palm sends tingles along my flesh.
His gaze focuses on the apex of my thighs, the desire on his face reflected in the fire’s glow. Lowering his head, he suckles one nipple while he gently slides one then two fingers inside me. My juices ease the way, my need escalates to a demanding need. “Now, Rake. Now. I need you.”
Shifting between my legs, his body braced on one forearm he notches his cock at my entrance and enters a couple inches. He pauses. “You’re tight, Sugar. You sure you’re ready?”
“Yes, damn it.” I grab the sides of his head. “I’m ready. I want you. I need you, Rake. Now!”
He presses in slowly, filling me, stretching me. Taking my lips with his until my body relaxes, only then does he start to move. Each thrust binds us more. Deeper, more powerfully, until there is no him or me, only us.
Gasping for release, on the edge of the precipice, he shifts a hand between us and strokes my nub. My orgasm explodes. Finally then he allows himself to seek release.
Half asleep in coital bliss, I feel the warmth of a cloth between my legs as he tends to me. Then he climbs in behind me ,wrapping me in his big body. “Sleep, sugar. I got you.”
CHAPTER 11
Rake (Silo)
She’s too young for me.
Wack. The axe cuts through another log.
She said herself that age is a number.The counterpoint in my head argues.
She deserves someone better than me.
Wack.
She deserves someone who will love her and protect her with their own life. Like you do with your teammates. Nana trusted you. Trust yourself.
What if my lifestyle puts her in danger?
Wack.
You and your brothers will protect her, just like you do for them and their partners. Now grow a pair and claim her.
I sense her approach before she speaks.
“Rake. I don’t want to surprise you. Is everything okay?” She’s standing ten feet away, my coffee mug in her hand, doubt in her eyes.
I woke up in a panic right after dawn. Slipped out and did my checks then started chopping wood.
Shit, I never thought about how she would feel waking up with me gone. Laying the axe on the ground, I walk over to her, cup her cheeks and kiss her over the steaming coffee. Her shoulders ease a bit and she returns the kiss.
“Sorry, Sugar, needed to think.” I take the mug in one hand and hug her to my side. Wrapping her arm around my waist, she leans her head on my chest. God, she’s sweet and caring.
“Do you always second guess yourself? Or is it just in personal relationships?”
“I’m not the best people person in general. Tend to stay to myself. But I’m getting better. Most of the guys I work with now have found someone and they’ve learned to see things a little differently, too.
“As soldiers we can be a little one dimensional, mission focused.”
