Finding Her Soldier (BBW, Military Erotic Romance) (5 page)

Part
3,
Perfect Soldier: Long Goodbye

Colt’s
Perspective

The
hot water splashed against my body, waking me completely from the last of my
clinging sleepiness. I stood there thinking as the water washed over my face. I
still hadn't told Cat about the money from Vegas. I don't know what it was, but
for some reason I had a feeling it would complicate things. I guess I'd just
keep it to myself for now and wait for the right time to bring it up.
Then I heard the shower curtain rustle and felt Cat slip in behind me. I smiled
to myself. I loved mornings like this.
I felt her press up against me, touching me gently, her hands reaching around
the front of me to play with my cock. I smiled to myself as the water continued
to rain down. Maybe it's a little embarrassing, but I was already starting to
get hard, anticipating her touch, turned on by her friskiness and the
unsuspected nature of this morning encounter.
She kept stroking my cock, making it harder and bigger with every subtle
motion. I felt myself throbbing, my pulse getting stronger and more rapid. My
body needed this. I needed this. And I could tell that Cat needed it, too. How
many of our days had started like this? More than a few, but usually in bed
instead of the shower.
In our hearts we knew that our time together was short-lived, marked by my
eventual need to go back overseas and serve on another tour of duty. We never
spoke about that possibility, as if not talking about it made it somehow
unreal. But it was in the back of our minds, and it impacted us on mornings
like this where we were determined to live each moment to the fullest.
 

Saved
by the Alpha

“Do you still want to run?” he asked me.

It was as if he could read my thoughts. I shook my
head, shy, looking away from his eyes and down at my feet.

“Well, what do you want?” he asked smoothly, but a
hint of a growl still in his voice. “Do you want this?”

His fingers lingered at my pussy for a brief second,
his hand lifting the bottom of my dress. I didn’t say yes. But I also didn’t
say no.
Why was he having this effect on me?
Here was a man who’d taken
me against my will. Admittedly, yes, he’d saved my life. But now he was holding
me hostage.
Was he holding me hostage?
I didn’t want to run anymore, so
I guess I was free to go.
So why was I staying? Why were my feet impossible
to move? Why did I feel this incessant lure that made me gravitate towards him?

“You need to tell me what you want,” said Kieran.
“That way I can give it to you.”

“I want you to…” I said softly, my voice trailing
off, disappearing in the darkness that surrounded us.

“I can’t hear you. What is it you want?” he asked,
leaning closer, his breath on my face. I caught a brief taste of his scent,
something about it was undeniably attractive, causing desire to swell inside
me.

My pussy was dripping wet now. There was no fighting
it anymore, no denying it.
Why did I feel so powerless against him? How was
it possible for him to have this effect on me?

“I want your cock inside me.”

As soon as I’d said it, my hand shot up to cover my
mouth as if I hadn’t meant to say it. It was almost like someone else was
speaking through me, giving a voice to the hidden desires of my body.
Was I
giving in to my urges?
I’d already spoken, it was too late to back out now.
I was inevitably drawn towards him and the affirmative yes was all Kieran
needed to commence his lustful advances.