Possession: A Little Harmless Military Romance (9 page)

“Open the door Samantha,” her brother ordered.

“Mitchell, leave her alone. I’m her husband. I’ll take care of her.”

“Ex,” she said weakly. She knew they couldn’t hear her, but it made her feel a little better.

“Berg, I’ve had—”

“Mitchell, I think you need to allow Deacon to handle this,” Fiona’s calm voice cut through the rising tension.

Silence lengthened, and she could imagine her brother trying to stare down Fiona. She might be small and she might seem soft, but Fiona wasn’t a woman to be messed with.

“Okay,” Mitchell said.

A few moments past. “Samantha, open up, love.”

She sighed and wished she was stronger, but she wasn’t. Not now, and not really ever when it came to Deke. She was just so damned tired of this. Dealing with it alone had been so hard. Worse, when she’d worried that he had been called out on a mission, she had spent more than one night awake. She just wanted someone else to help her, to tell her it was going to be okay.

She crawled over to the door and unlocked it. He opened the door slowly.

He poked his head through the opening. His frown darkened when he saw her.

“Oh, baby.”

She wanted to yell at him, because, by God, it was his damned fault she was in this position, but the way his voice rolled over “baby” had the tears gathering in her eyes. He came in slowly and knelt down beside her. It wasn’t the most romantic setting, but it made her heart do a little dance.

“Need some help?” he asked, his voice so gentle she felt another rush of tears fill her eyes.

She nodded. He helped her up.

“I need to brush my teeth.”

He said nothing. Instead, he led her over to the sink. He waited for her to finish and then cleaned off her mouth with a towel. He placed it on the counter then gave her a sweet kiss. Before she could say anything, he picked her up.

“I can walk.”

“I know you can.”

He said it as if it were no big deal, as if he picked up women every day.

He set her down on the mattress then tugged off his shirt. For once, he was wearing a pair of boxers. “Do you want some tea?”

She shook her head. “I just want to lie down. I hope this medicine starts working before I have to return to school next week.”

He slipped onto the bed next to her and patted his shoulder. He did it all the time with her, and she loved it. “Put your head right there.”

She smiled at him and snuggled up against his chest. “So, did you meet your supervisor?”

“No. He’s out this week on leave. I don’t have to report until a week from Monday, so I have time to find a place to live.”

“Oh.”

“What?”

“I thought you would just be staying here.”

He chuckled. “No. I would love to, because I want to be close to you. But, I don’t know if I could live with three women.”

She sighed. “I guess so.”

“I’d like to find something close by. What are y’all paying here, if you don’t mind me asking?”

She told him, and she felt his nod. “I can probably handle that.”

She looked up at him. “Really?”

“I’ve put on some rank the past few years. Add in the hazardous duty pay and the COLA the military gives me here, and I’m doing okay.”

She set her head down and wasn’t that happy with the situation. And why would she be unhappy with it? Why did she think that he was going to be living with her and the girls? He was right. It wouldn’t work.

“I can hear those wheels turning.”

“What do you mean?”

Instead of answering, he asked, “What are you thinking about?”

She shrugged. “I just thought you would stay here. I don’t know why. It’s silly, really. That wouldn’t be very good for either of us.”

“You don’t have enough space. I don’t have a lot of furniture, but I don’t want to try and fit it in this room.”

She smiled. “There are a few condos for rent in the area.”

“I’m sure I can find something. Why don’t you get some rest?”

“And you’re just going to lay here?”

“Yep. And I might just get some sleep. I’ve traveled a lot of hours and I got the shock of my life. It is a lot to take for a delicate flower of a man like me.”

It was said with enough wry humor that she couldn’t help but smile. “How are your mom and dad doing?”

“Pretty good. They were really happy I moved out here. They are kind of sick of having us all so far away.”

“Your parents live in Texas. I might teach math but I know geography well enough to know that isn’t right next door.”

“But I’m not on call now. I can’t be called up for an assignment for the three years I’m here. Unless there is a national emergency.”

“That’s good.” And it was. Thinking of the next few years, it would be good to have him around. She might be okay with being a single mother, but she wanted him safe. She wanted him where she could keep an eye on him. And, again, her eyes filled with tears.

“Whoa, I said I wasn’t going to be going anywhere anytime soon.”

The panic in his voice made her cry more. It was embarrassing to be such an emotional mess.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to cry. I just can't seem to help it these days."

He patted his shoulder again. "Come here."

She did as he ordered and enjoyed the heat of him, the scent that was so familiar to her. She felt her body relaxing. He kissed the top of her head.

"You're going to just have to accept that you can't control this, Samantha."

She sighed. "I know, and it totally pisses me off."

He chuckled, and she felt her eyelids starting to droop.

"I bet it does. You just need some rest. With everything that has been going on, there was extra stress today with me showing up last night and Mitchell being an ass."

It was the last thing she remembered before she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Ten

Deke woke later, and it took him a second to remember where he was. It wasn’t that uncommon for him to be in this position. He opened his eyes and looked around the room.

Hawaii.

Then someone moved beside him, and he looked down. Sam's head was resting on his chest, and she was softly snoring. She still looked exhausted. The bruises beneath her eyes were a testament to the loss of sleep. He could kick his own ass for not contacting her earlier. He shouldn’t have avoided her calls for so long, but he couldn’t allow her to change the course he had charted.

She hadn't known his plans, and that was the way he liked it.

That thought caught him off guard. Was it some kind of control mechanism that he used? There was a chance it was. So to keep control of the relationship, he didn't tell her things. Okay, that made him even more of an ass. Still, there was a part of him that understood he was doing it for a reason. Telling Samantha everything wasn't always a good idea. He knew that she would often overthink things, and that came from her home life.

Unlike his parents, her folks had a marriage that had never really been a marriage. Her father had been a pilot, and he had taken the saying "what happens on TDY, stays on TDY" to heart. Deke was sure that Samantha knew of her father's affairs. Maybe not at the time, but he sensed she knew what happened by now. And that her mother had suffered for it. Two years into retirement, her father had walked out the door. Seems he didn't like being a regular civilian and hated the idea of just being home with his wife and daughter.

Samantha had been fifteen at the time, and Deke knew without a fact that she often wondered about him. Deke didn't leave because he wanted to. There was always part of him back in the US. His parents, his brother and sister...and Samantha. There wasn't a time that he thought of home, of surviving a mission, that she wasn't there in his mind.

He was just an ass for taking so long to realize she was the center of his world.

Samantha shifted against him, her body warm, and his cock reacted. He would have to do his best to curb that need.

He decided to ease himself away, but when he tried to, she moved closer and started to wake up. She looked up at him with those sleepy blue eyes, and he felt something take hold of his heart and squeeze. He knew now he had made the right decision. Even if she wasn't pregnant, he was supposed to be with her. Always.

He couldn't tell her. He wasn't a man who could always tell people how he felt, but he was usually good at showing them. And telling her would end up in a fight. He had to be careful about what he said.

Her lips curved.

"Hey."

Was it any wonder he loved her? She was beautiful inside and out. She was a dedicated teacher, one who prided herself on her work. She loved each class of kids, and like her mother, believed that everyone should have the best of public education.

"Hey, yourself. Feeling better?"

She nodded and snuggled closer. His body reacted, of course. His cock twitched, and he decided he needed to get out of bed right then and there or he wouldn't be able to resist her.

He dropped a kiss on the top of her head and tried to ease way. She tightened her hold.

"Where you going, Seal?"

He heard the desire in her voice. This was what he was trying to avoid. He wanted her more than he wanted his next breath, always did. No woman had ever tangled him up the way she did. His plan had been to resist her, to try and build the friendship they needed for a good marriage. But as she slipped over him and straddled his body, it was hard to remember why it hadn’t been a good idea not to make love.

"You aren't very stealthy for a Seal."

He smiled up at her. "Yeah?"

She nodded as she tugged her shirt over her head, leaving her in a miniscule thong. It was hot pink, which he knew was her favorite color.

"I mean, you've been lying here for what, five minutes, thinking?"

He widened his eyes. "You were awake."

Her lips curved, and her blue eyes sparkled with naughty humor. Was it any wonder that every time he saw her, he lost his mind...and his heart? She was his woman, the one who had always made him feel safe...and loved. He had never known a woman with so much love.

She settled her hands on his bare chest and smiled down at him.

"I've been waiting for you to make the first move. You usually do."

He did. From the first night they met. He had always been the one who pursued. It was that spark, the moment he had seen her across the room. He knew he had to have her. It hadn’t changed in all the years he had known her.

There was something different between them now. Maybe it was him. Ever since that bad mission, his view of the world had changed. He’d been in bad situations before that one, but it had affected him as no other had. Part of it was watching his friend Kade fall in love with Shannon. Deke had realized then he hadn’t tried hard enough with Samantha. Now, she was staring down at him like she was some kind of predator. There was something so primal about it. His blood drained from his head as his cock hardened even more. If he’d been standing, he wasn’t so sure he would have been able to keep from passing out.

"We can't really do much playing during the pregnancy, but I was wondering what it would be like without it?” she asked.

"We didn’t always play."

She nodded. "Not at first."

They hadn't. Now they used it to control their urges and to fill that connection. Neither of them played with anyone else. He knew that without asking her—even though he did ask every time. He didn't and she didn't.

"But...what about now? We're older. We're...well, not that smart if I ended up pregnant. But we are a little wiser."

He felt his lips curve. "Yeah."

She moved her hips, and he groaned. He was already hard and getting harder by the minute. It had been six weeks since he'd had her.

She slipped her arms off his chest and onto the mattress as she leaned down to kiss him. He’d expected something ravenous, but instead she brushed her mouth over his without closing her eyes. She licked and nipped at his lips, and her eyes started to close. Then she pulled back.

"Stop thinking, Deke, and just enjoy."

He did just that. She slipped her tongue into his mouth. Then she started to kiss down his body, nipping and licking at his flesh as she had his mouth. When she reached the waistband of his pants, she slowly undid them. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and she was, of course, not surprised. They knew each other well enough.

She drew his cock into her mouth, taking him close, licking him, her tongue driving him crazy.

When he almost lost it, he decided to grab back some of his control. He pulled her up and then rolled them on the bed. He wanted to torture her just as she had done to him. So he kissed down her body, first licking then sucking her nipples. She moaned loudly, and he was hoping that the roomies were gone at that moment—not to mention her brother. He loved hearing her responses, and she might not have shown it with them around. He kissed his way down her stomach, dipping his tongue into her belly button, playing with the piercing there.

Then he slipped down off the mattress, tugging her panties as he went, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He spread her legs then said, "Sit up."

They might not be able to play games, but he knew just what he wanted, what they both needed. It took her a second, and then without closing his eyes, he set his mouth against her pussy. Fuck, she tasted good. She always did, but now, knowing what he did and where they were going, she was the most delicious of treats to him. Tangy with a hint of sweetness...her essence flowed over his taste buds as he slipped his tongue into her heated core over and over. He pulled her clit into his mouth as he slipped a finger into her pussy. Her muscles clamped down on his digit as he tugged on her clit again. He could feel her orgasm, knew it was close and that she was fighting it. He kept his fingers moving in her but pulled back to talk to her.

"No rules, babe. Just feel."

She looked down at him, her eyes half opened, the very image of a goddess, and he leaned down to pull her clit into his mouth again. She let her head fall back, bracing her weight with her elbows on the mattress, and lost herself. She screamed his name as she came.