Broken Barriers (Barriers Series Book 4) (8 page)

Unable to find anything for her mouth to do, the brunette climbed up toward my face and straddled my chest. With both legs over my shoulders she parted her drenched folds, sliding two fingers inside herself. As her slick fingers withdrew, she placed them into her mouth and suddenly the whole scene became even hotter. The dripping folds inched closer and closer to my mouth until the brunette straddled her pussy there for my own feasting.

I was a fucking king. If only I had a crown…

I had a sexy-as-fuck blonde going to town on my rod, while this brunette with perfectly rounded tits allowed me to feast upon her sex. Her musky scent of arousal had me licking my lips, urging her to allow me a taste.

My lips connected with her skin, and my tongue lapped away at her folds. Her seductive eyes stared down into mine and begged me for more. As I ravaged her clit with my tongue, I brought one hand down to push inside her. The minute I hit that spot I felt her contract around my index finger, and I watched as she unraveled above me. Her hands grabbed her tits as my finger rapidly pushed in and out of her.

The pressure around my cock increased, and I sensed the blonde’s mouth all around me. My skin tingled, and my heart was beating a mile a minute. My hips thrust upward, and I knew I’d hit the back of her throat. As I continued to destroy this chick’s flooding core with my mouth, my balls tightened and throbbed until my release was imminent. The mouth around my cock quickened, and then just as my cock released the first spurt, the back of her throat connected with my tip. She swallowed and sucked before it was released from my shaft, and my mind couldn’t process what was going on until my eyes opened, and I realized I had imagined the whole thing.

My hand was still wrapped around my length, stroking as my eyes blinked away the water until I could see clearly. I pushed my wet brown tendrils of hair off my face, and it was only then that I noticed I had gotten my own rocks off. Thick, white, sticky semen covered the hand wrapped around my cock. Fortunately, I was still in the shower, and the body wash was within reach. I let the remnants of my orgasm wash off my hand before finally washing the rest of my body.

As I lathered the woodsy-smelling gel on the loofa and over my bare chest and abs, I couldn’t help but laugh at the erotic fantasy that had occurred in my head. I’d really watched way too much porn in the last year-and-a-half. Now, I had to contain myself around any hot girls tonight. If the alcohol was flowing, there was no telling what could happen.

If there was one way to push the memories of Courtney and my time in Afghanistan to the back of my mind… Well, sex and booze were certainly not a bad start to solve my issues for the moment, but not the long-term.

It was truly a good thing that for my entire time in Afghanistan I didn’t spend a single ounce of my military pay. After hitting up the home goods store about twenty minutes from here, the lake house now featured two commercial-sized air conditioners on the first floor and another smaller one to handle the two upstairs bedrooms, even though I didn’t plan on having too many guests while I was here. Now, the house was bursting with cool air and no humidity.

I spent enough time in the heat of the desert, and winter wasn’t here yet in New Hampshire, so I wasn’t about to sweat my balls off in this house if I didn’t have to. The air conditioners alone cost me nearly a grand, though, but I didn’t care.

I sat in the living room in front of the new jumbo fifty-five inch flat screen TV catching up on two seasons of
Arrow
. I threw the old smaller TV that used to occupy the living room into my bedroom.

Like I said—my bank account with my rank in the Marine Corps the past four years—I was set for quite some time before having to think about finding a job to pay the bills. Plus, I planned to live in a little luxury while I was here. I owed myself that much. I told my parents I’d pay for the lake house’s bills through the end of the summer, but they wouldn’t consent since nobody other than Sam and Josh used the house. So, basically I lived here rent-free. I couldn’t complain, so adding the new air conditioning and TVs ultimately evened out the cost versus the expenses in the end.

I grabbed my ringing phone and leaned forward on the sofa to place the beer bottle onto the coffee table. “Hi, Sam. To what do I owe the pleasure?” I teasingly asked since she had been calling all day, and I had avoided her as I attempted to get the house in order.

I heard her voice on the other end of the line yelling at Josh to grab Dean before he got into any more trouble in the nursery.

“Well, if that’s not an ad for protective sex, I don’t know what is.”

“Har-har. You wait. One day, this will be your life.”
She sighed heavily through the phone. “Josh! Can you get Dean, please?” Sam yelled so loudly that my hand pulled the phone away from my ear as I blinked through the onslaught of deafness.

“Sam, seriously…I only have one good ear left for hearing, and your shouting is not making it any better.”

“Sorry, Drew.” Sam sighed heavier this time and muttered under her breath. Then a loud clamoring of something sounded through the phone. “Grrr. Drew, hang on. I don’t know where Josh is, but Dean is getting into the kitchen cabinets again. I’ll just be a couple of minutes.”

After I gave Sam the go-ahead, my head fell, and I leaned back into the soft brown microfiber sofa. My eyes closed, and I doubted Sam even realized she said the words until it was too late. She was the only one who knew exactly how I felt about Courtney years ago. She knew I wanted the wife and family. The timing just wasn’t right. Courtney surprised me during my leave on base in California shortly after Sam’s wedding. We spent a weekend traveling up the California coast and stopped in San Francisco. With one last sunset over the waters near Point Reyes National Seashore, I realized I loved her and wanted a future with her. I had hoped to have it all move in that direction, until she left for Europe.

She sat there between my legs drawing nothing into the sandy beach with her finger. Her brown hair blew to the side with the light evening breeze. The strands tickled my face as a few brushed against my skin with the wind. My hands pushed her hair away from her neck as my lips gently pressed warm kisses against her skin at the nape of her neck. She moaned as she angled her head to the side, allowing me easier access to her skin. My body heated with carnal desire I had never felt for anyone before. I couldn’t tell her just how much I needed her to be mine. I couldn’t do that to her. After that night, I had no idea how long we’d be apart from each other. But, a part of me kept saying she needed to know. She needed to hear how I felt. I’d held it back from her so many times. With one final second of daylight, the flash over the water left us in the dark, and I knew the moment was gone. I never said the words that should have been said. I saw her close her eyes and release a long breath I could tell she had been holding. It was as though we were both waiting on the same thing at that moment. She was waiting for me to say something that never came.

That night we slept at The Pelican Inn. It was probably the most romantic place you could ever bring someone you were about to confess your love to—except when those words never passed over your lips, even after making love one final time before saying goodbye. That was when you knew you were the biggest douchebag in America and didn’t deserve the girl standing before you at the airport in San Francisco. Tears rolled from her eyes as I did my best to put a smile back on her face.

I watched her walk through those doors and out of my life. Needless to say, that was the longest drive back to base when all I had was open road and my lonely thoughts to keep me thinking for hours.

That was when it all went to shit. Word started trickling in about our deployment, and phone calls and emails went dry. It was also about the time Sam called me one stormy night and broke the news that Courtney had hooked up with Adam. A year later, I walked away from her at the airport in Manchester, New Hampshire, and hadn’t spoken to her since.

I heard a grumble through the phone and could tell Sam was out of breath from probably running back to the phone. “About time you got back to me,” I teased.

“Yeah, well, it’s about time you got back to other people here, too,” she said. A soft yet audible gasp came from Sam’s end of the phone. She was referring to me avoiding Courtney. My eyes were still clamped shut as I tried my hardest not to let myself go there. I had been doing so well,
too. I only heard her voice in my head this morning, and I didn’t think of her as I jerked myself off in the shower.

After a long exhale of breath, I reluctantly continued my conversation with Sam. “Seriously, Sam, why did you call?” My eyes slowly opened, and I sat up again, leaning my elbows on my knees as the TV continued to run through its episode. Superheroes really had the best life. They possessed all those cool powers, and they got the girl they loved every time. Where did I go wrong in life?

“Drew, I’m sorry. It just slipped out. It won’t happen again, but you know you will have to see her eventually. When she gets back, she’s going to hunt you down. You know that, right?”

“Sam, you’re lucky you’re my sister, and I love you, but I’m not about to go there yet with her.”

“All right. All right. So, anyway, reason for my calling is, I’ve got to fly out to Colorado next week to see Lucy. Josh wanted to bring Dean up for a couple of days to the lake. Would that be okay?”

“Yeah, I’d love to see my nephew, and I guess that ape of a brother-in-law can come along as well.”

As we continued with the usual pleasantries on current events and Sam’s old roommate, Lucy, my eyes remained focused on the framed picture on the buffet. I took a long pull of my beer, realizing that everyone else had moved on since then. I was the only one stuck in the past and moving backward.

Jesus, what I wouldn’t give to go back to that one summer and change so much. Would I still be right here in the same spot? Who knew? There were a lot of variables that could have still led me down the same path, even if the route changed beforehand.

I hung up the phone with Sam after she said she’d see me the following week on the way to the airport. Apparently, Josh would leave me with Dean while the two of them went to the airport. My sister was entrusting me with an eighteen-month-old toddler. What the fuck was she thinking? I heard the wails and screeching coming through the phone. I was sure to screw the kid up big time. That would teach them not to leave Dean with his Uncle Drew again.

With a flick of the remote, I pushed myself off the sofa and headed to the kitchen to dump the beer bottle into the recycle bin. A quick check on the clock on the wall told me I should probably head down to Everett’s bonfire soon.

I shut the lights off in the living room and left a single dimmed light on in the kitchen for when I returned. With the cooler handle in hand, I grabbed my keys, phone, and hoodie sweatshirt before stuffing my feet into my flip-flops. A quick glance around the house, and aside from the oranges from the evening sunset, the only thing reflecting off the water was the light in the lone house across the bay again.

I suddenly halted halfway to the front door and gazed with narrowed eyes. I barely saw a boat, possibly a kayak, floating across the water away from the docks in front of the house. My eyes lingered on the image for a few seconds before I shook my head and swore I was seeing things.

I adjusted everything in my hands and turned back to the door, the beer cooler rolling behind me. With a quick and easy toss of everything into the backseat of my Dodge Charger, I was following the GPS toward the address that Everett texted me earlier.

As I pulled the car into the driveway, I saw at least five other cars and a roaring fire off in the distance beyond the cottage. Upon getting out of the car and unloading the supplies, I heard loud laughter between at least two girls. Everything came into focus the closer I walked to the party. I saw Everett standing near a table filled with food with a couple of other guys just chatting.

He saw me and waved as he stuffed his face with food. Pushing through his company, he came over to greet me. “Hey, man.” He reached out to manly slap-shake my hand. “Glad you could make it.” Everett turned to the rest of the party as we walked closer to everyone. The fire pit was set out front along the small sandy shoreline that was a lot flatter and less rocky than in front of my place since he was closer to town.

Once I was standing near everyone, Everett began introducing me. I met the guys first. Everett’s friends from the Corps could seriously do some damage to me by the size of their muscles. Deroche and Locke were bouncers at some gentlemen’s club closer to the city. I needed to inquire about that.

Then we made our way over to the girls around the fire. All of them turned at once with smiles on their faces and red plastic cups in hand—most likely mixed drinks—except for one. I was introduced to all of them including Morgan, finally. But, the last one standing before me was the one that had rendered me speechless. The sun didn’t block her face any longer. The fire’s light danced across her skin, and I watched her with her fancy wine glass walk closer to me. I didn’t hear any other chatter around me. It was so quiet I swore you could have heard a pin drop.