Chapter 14 #3
The groan that left his lips was porn worthy, giving Aspen shivers as she watched.
The sight of him orgasming was hot. His eyes were closed, his head was thrown back, and she could feel him flexing deep inside her body.
The condom prevented her from feeling his release, and she was almost glad.
Their lovemaking was intense enough as it was; she wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle more at that moment.
Without warning, Kane’s eyes opened and he looked at her.
He seemed almost pissed, but Aspen knew he wasn’t.
“Fuck,” he muttered, then in one fluid movement, he rolled onto his side, keeping her hips flush against his own.
He ended up on his back with Aspen draped over him.
She curled her legs up and sat astride him.
Smiling, she rolled her hips, and he groaned. “Are you trying to kill me?” he asked.
Aspen knew she probably looked like a loon. A huge smile on her face, her hair likely in disarray, her chest blotchy from her orgasm, her boobs practically in his face…but she didn’t care.
“What a way to go,” she quipped.
Then Kane smiled, and Aspen’s heart almost stopped. She’d never seen him so…content. She loved that she’d been the one to put that look on his face. “You called me darling,” she said inanely.
“I did,” he agreed. “Told you, when we’re in bed, you’re my darling. Outside it, you’re my chérie, liebling, dorogoy, or gráinne. Now, as much as I want you to stay exactly where you are, I need to deal with this condom.”
Aspen wrinkled her nose. She didn’t want to move.
Kane brought a hand up to her face and smoothed a piece of unruly hair back over her ear. “I know. I don’t want to move either. I like where I am more than you know.”
Sighing, Aspen lifted off his lap, and they both hissed when he slipped out of her body. His cock landed on his stomach with a soft plop. She couldn’t help but giggle.
“You laughing at my manhood?” Kane mock growled.
“No, never,” she hurried to reassure him.
Kane chuckled. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
Then he climbed out of the bed and walked toward the bathroom.
Aspen didn’t look away. She devoured him with her eyes.
His ass was a work of art. She wasn’t sure there was an ounce of fat on him.
He was walking back toward her within fifteen seconds, and she didn’t bother to hide the fact she was ogling his front side as he returned to the bed.
His cock was long; no wonder she’d felt him so deeply inside her. He wasn’t overly thick, but it was almost hard to believe she’d taken him so easily, considering how long it had been since she’d slept with a man.
Instead of climbing back into the bed next to her, Kane leaned over, grabbed her hips, and physically dragged her ass to the side of the bed. He kneeled on the floor and spread her legs as far as he could get them.
“Kane!” Aspen protested.
“Yeah?” he asked distractedly. He ran a thumb down her slit, spreading the evidence of her orgasms between her folds.
“What are you doing?”
“Having a snack,” he said with a grin, then his head dropped—and Aspen couldn’t do anything but hang on for dear life as he ate her out as if he’d never get enough.
Brain had no idea what time it was, and he didn’t care either. He held Aspen against him and smiled when she snored slightly. They hadn’t left the bed since they’d arrived home from the carnival. Making love that first time had taken the edge off his desire, but he hadn’t been nearly done with her.
With Aspen, he didn’t feel like the outcast he’d been for most of his life.
He’d never felt as deep a connection with anyone as he felt with her.
Neither had Brain ever felt like he needed sex.
He’d remained a virgin well past the age most boys experimented with sex.
Because he’d never been around girls his own age until he was in his twenties, he hadn’t felt the urge to fuck just for the sake of fucking.
But with Aspen, he found he couldn’t get enough.
Before today, he hadn’t been confident in his abilities to make sex good for her, but once he had her in his arms, instinct took over.
Feeling her orgasm when he was buried deep inside her hot, wet pussy had been an experience he knew he’d never forget.
Watching her writhe under him, lost in the pleasure he’d given her, and then to feel her lose it again when he’d fucked her had made him feel more like a man than ever before.
Then he’d had to taste her, to examine her up close and personal.
He’d eaten her to another orgasm, using his fingers to stimulate her, and once again, feeling her internal muscles flutter against his fingers was fascinating…
a gift. He’d let her rest for a while, but when he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he’d feasted on her tits until she’d woken up, and then he’d taken her again.
The condoms were a pain in the ass, but he hoped there would come a time in the near future when they trusted each other enough to ditch them.
Aspen was also a wildcat; she gave as good as she got. When she’d wrapped her lips around his dick and looked up at him, he’d almost blown in her mouth in seconds.
In short, everything about Aspen was perfect. And he was head over heels in love with her. Even though that should’ve scared the shit out of him, it didn’t.
She shifted in his arms, and Brain let her go.
She rolled onto her side, and he cuddled up behind her.
Her ass wiggled and pressed back against his groin, immediately making him hard.
But Brain didn’t plan on doing anything about that at the moment.
He had a feeling he’d be hard around her all the time now.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her closer.
“Kane?”
“Yeah, darling?”
“Love you.”
He froze.
When she didn’t say anything else, he whispered, “Aspen?”
No answer. She was exhausted and probably had no idea she’d even spoken.
Closing his eyes, Brain knew he’d never forget this moment. Sure, she’d been mostly unconscious when she’d said the words, but he’d do whatever it took to get her to say them when she was awake.
For now, he simply kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Love you too.”
Then he closed his eyes and slept.
Derek Spence paced his apartment, mumbling to himself.
He knew he should get over the fact Mesmer had dumped him…
but he couldn’t. She’d rejected him. Then she’d humiliated him by kissing that asshole in the bar.
It was obvious she hadn’t even known the guy until that night.
If she thought she was fooling him, she was an even bigger idiot than he thought.
But of course the guy wasn’t just anyone. He was a fucking Delta. They thought they were better than everyone else on base.
Derek knew he would’ve been able to find Akhund if he’d had just a little more time. But no, that fucking Delta and his team had to come in, and he’d been kicked off the search. To add insult to injury, they’d found and killed the terrorist within days of their arrival in Afghanistan.
Not only that—Derek had been given a reprimand. A fucking reprimand! It would be on his record forever. It was bullshit!
He’d done everything the Army had ever asked him to. He’d put his life on the line time after time, and this was the thanks he got? A reprimand for trying to do his job?
Of course he hadn’t been able to find Akhund. He had a huge handicap.
Mesmer.
He didn’t know any other Ranger team who had to put up with a chick.
She was slower, weaker, a definite handicap in every way.
He’d been this close to finding Akhund when her incompetence had ruined everything.
She should’ve been fine on her own; a man would’ve been.
And Derek was convinced she’d encouraged the other men to complain to the major about what had happened, resulting in that fucking reprimand in his file.
It should’ve been Mesmer. Someone should’ve realized that having women on Ranger teams was a bad idea. That they couldn’t handle intense combat situations. But no, she and her fucking Delta buddies were waltzing around post as if they were fucking royalty!
Yes. That fucking reprimand was all Mesmer’s fault. If he didn’t have to put up with her on his teams, they would’ve caught Akhund easily, and he’d have gotten a goddamn commendation.
She had to pay for fucking everything up. She and that asshole Delta had to pay.
He wasn’t sure how, or when, but he’d make sure Mesmer regretted dumping him, regretted ruining his perfect record. And make sure that Delta regretted ever kissing her that night in the bar.
No one made Derek Spence look bad. He was a fucking Ranger—and he’d show the world he was no one to be messed with.