A Few Good Men (22 page)

His T-shirt joined his pants on the floor.

“I was waiting for you to undress me. I like when you do that.”

John cocked one brow as his boxers hit the floor. “You do, huh?”

She nodded.

“Then I’ll have to do it more often.” He braced one knee on the bed and reached for the band of her sweatpants.

“Yes, please.”

His mouth trailed a path down her belly. He glanced up and watched her eyelids flutter closed. He was too giddy and in too good a mood to take it slow. After flinging both her sweats and underwear on the floor, John spread her wide and latched onto her clit, sucking hard.

Her hips rose off the bed. He slid two fingers inside and pumped until her breath came in pants and her cries told him she was teetering on the edge. Adding his teeth to the mix, he sent her careening over the edge. Her hands grabbed at his head as her hips bucked against him.

She hadn’t even stopped writhing yet when John had a condom on. He flipped her over onto her knees and slid home with a groan. “I love the feel of you.”

Maureen grabbed the headboard, breathing heavily. “I know. Me too.”

In her voice, John heard the tears rising to the surface. In only the short time they’d been together, he could read her emotions so well.

“Maureen, listen to me.” Never missing a stroke, John leaned close and pressed his mouth close to her ear. While he was there, he nipped on her lobe. He wasn’t a big talker during sex, but this was a special occasion. “I have something to tell you.”

“What?” She tilted her head. He took advantage and ran his tongue down her throat while still continuing to stroke in and out of her.

John slid one hand from its position on Maureen’s hip and instead found her clit. “I know where I’m going to be stationed. I found out today.”

“You did?” She tried to spin around, but he kept her pinned. Pistoning faster into her, John increased the pressure on her clit at the same time. Maureen gave up trying to fight him.

He continued to love her. “Yup, I did. Come for me and I’ll tell you.”

“John!” She might have been trying to sound angry or annoyed with him, but the effect was lost as she panted and gripped the headboard until her knuckles turned white.

Deciding he’d tortured her enough, John slid out, but not for long. He turned her to face him and then slipped right back inside, but this time he could watch her face.

“I’m staying here.” He held still and waited for her reaction.

It was worth the wait as her eyes opened wide. “Here? Where here? In the United States?”

“Right here. North Carolina.” John set a slow, lazy pace, hoping she wouldn’t object and make him stop so they could talk, because he would really like to keep going.

“Thank God.”

Thank Hank Miller more like. John didn’t speak the man in black’s name but instead kissed her. With one hand under each of her butt cheeks, he lifted her hips off the bed. He adjusted the angle of his thrust and heard the change in her breathing in response.

Never faltering in his rhythm, John pressed close to her ear. “Quit your job. Move here and live with me.”

That sent her careening over the edge into a long, loud climax. He followed quickly after with a bone-jarring one of his own, pulsing inside her.

Shaky, he collapsed on top of her and tried to catch his breath. “Is that a yes?”

Her laugh jostled his head where he lay on her chest. “Yes, that’s a yes.”

“Good.” John smiled. “I am so in love you.”

She reached down and guided him until his face was level with hers and he could see the sheen of tears in her eyes. “And I love you.”

He’d have to get used to her happy tears, he supposed. He was looking forward to taking the time to do that, and so much more.

Epilogue

Seasons of Change: the life and times of Summer Winters

My great dating experiment. There have been ups and downs, good dates and bad—okay, they’ve all been pretty bad—but through it all, you, my faithful readers, have shared them with me. Therefore, it is with great joy that I announce my days of weekly serial dating are over. I am in love, so much so I have not been able to wipe the smile from my face no matter how hard I try.

Which man was it that finally won my heart? None of the men I’ve written about here. He and I found each other through friendship, tragedy and even, dare I say it, fate. Love did not strike like a lightning bolt as I expected. It grew slowly like how a flower blooms. I looked and it was there even though I don’t recall when it happened.

Will I tell you about him? One day, just not today. But if you read my upcoming new release, a military romance, you might recognize the heroine and be sure to take note of the hero.

And what of Peter and his search? I smile when I tell you Peter had his first lone date tonight with B (yes, “straight” B of the B and W double date fame—see blog entry number one). Since I have yet to hear from Peter and it is getting quite late, I can only assume things are going well. Good for you, Peter.

What of the blog? Well, I don’t envision it ending, just morphing, changing as I change. You see, there will be many changes forthcoming in my life. I will go from a single, New York City girl working full-time in an office and writing part-time in my apartment at night all alone, to a very taken, full-time writer living in the South while keeping my military man happy. Changes indeed and a ton of blog fodder.

As a conclusion to the great dating experiment, I leave you with this thought: There exists somewhere the person who completes you, who will fit you perfectly, like two puzzle pieces snapping together. You can try to work on that puzzle by searching through all the pieces, trying out several to see if they mesh. But no matter how many you try, only the one that is the perfect match will fit.

And now I must leave you because my perfect match has that look in his eye, and I need to go remind myself exactly how perfectly we fit together.

May you all find your missing piece.

Summer

About the Author

As an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance in genres including military, cowboy, ménage and paranormal, Cat Johnson uses her computer so much she wore the letters off the keyboard within a year. She is known for her creative marketing and research practices. Consequently, Cat owns an entire collection of camouflage and western attire for book signings and a fair number of her consultants wear combat or cowboy boots for a living. In her real life, she’s been a marketing manager, professional harpist, bartender, tour guide, radio show host, Junior League president, sponsor of a bull-riding rodeo cowboy, wife and avid animal lover.

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Social butterfly and a soldier in the Special Forces—a match made in…bed.

Jimmy

© 2010 Cat Johnson

Red Hot & Blue, Book 3

Special Forces gave Jimmy Gordon the undercover skills of a chameleon, but nothing prepared him for Amelia Monroe-Carrington, the governor’s hot, redheaded daughter. She thought she was seducing a banquet waiter, and he let her.

His next assignment pulled him from her bed and into the worst six months of his life. Images of Lia were what kept him alive imprisoned in Kosovo, and even now he’s home and recovered, she’s still in his head.

For her father’s political career, Lia has always done the appropriate thing, right down to dating a senator’s son. Her one rebellious act, an incredible night with a totally
inappropriate
man, ended when he disappeared. And then never called.

When they unexpectedly meet again, the pull between them is stronger than ever, tempting Lia to stop sacrificing her own happiness for the family dynasty.

This book has been previously published and has been revised and expanded from its original release.

Warning: Contains incredible one-night-stand sex hot enough to withstand time, distance, and some really nasty terrorist torture.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Jimmy:

“Hello?” Her sexy voice sent a shiver right down from his ears to his toes and everywhere in between.

“Hey, darlin’. It’s Ji…uh, James.”

“Hello there, James. Where are you?”

“In my car outside the party. We just got off.” Oh yeah. Judging by the sexy purr of her voice, he had a feeling he was about to
get off
all right.

“Meet me at the Hilton in ten minutes. Ask for the private elevator that leads to the presidential suite. I’ll leave your name at the desk so they’ll let you up.” Jimmy heard a click and then she was gone.

Holy crap. He didn’t know what to be amazed at more. The fact he was going to get lucky with the hottest woman he’d ever laid eyes on, or the invitation to the presidential suite at the Hilton. Meanwhile, there was no way he could drive back to base, check in and then get to the hotel in ten minutes, and Jimmy had a feeling Lia was not the kind of woman who responded well to being kept waiting.

The mission had been uneventful. Maybe no one would notice if he didn’t check in tonight. His decision made, he drove directly to the Hilton so fast it was a miracle he didn’t get pulled over for speeding. He stopped only long enough to grab a box of condoms and breath mints at the twenty-four-hour convenience store across the street from the hotel.

Jimmy remembered to unstrap his leg holster and secure his weapon in the glove compartment. He even remembered to lock his parked car, but that was about the only time his mind strayed from thinking about what was about to happen up in that suite.

Inside the massive marble lobby, he gave his name to the man standing behind the front desk, thinking there was a good chance he’d be thrown out on his ass. Lo and behold, he wasn’t. Instead, he was ushered by another uniform-clad employee into a brass and mahogany-lined elevator car with only two buttons inside. They read
Lobby
and
Presidential Suite
.

As the valet, or whatever he was called, rode up the many floors to the top with him, Jimmy finally allowed himself to stop thinking this whole thing must be some kind of a joke. That was something he knew for sure when the elevator doors opened onto the eerily quiet, private hallway on the top floor of the building.

The hotel employee held the door open with one arm and dismissed him with a nod. “Have a good night, sir.”

“Thanks.” He stepped out onto a marble floor. With a swish, the doors swept shut behind him and he was alone facing a single, massive white door.

Jimmy ignored the erratic pounding of his heart and raised his hand to knock. When the door swung wide a moment later, Lia stood before him wearing nothing but a black strapless bra, lacy thong underwear and mile-high heels.

He didn’t question the state of her attire. Her intentions were clear enough, so he simply walked in and blindly slammed the door shut behind him. Never a man to beat around the bush, Jimmy grabbed her head with one hand and her waist with the other and sank his tongue deep into her warm, welcoming mouth. He explored down the silky warm flesh to land on her ass cheek and discovered she felt as good as she looked.

Lia let him enjoy both her mouth and body for long enough to make his hard-on start to throb as it pressed against the zipper of his pants. Then she pulled away. “You don’t waste any time, do you?”

A woman who answered the door half-naked shouldn’t talk about how fast he was moving.

“Darlin’, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” He ran his hands one more time over her firm curves with a groan.

Enough with the standing. Time to get horizontal. He glanced around the large space. It was decorated like a living room with a sofa and a huge flat-screen television that he might enjoy at another time when he didn’t have a raging hard-on and a willing woman beneath his hands. His gaze swept quickly over the kitchenette and dining area and landed on a partially closed door. Bingo.