enjoying her touch. “Landed wrong during a HALO jump."
"Is that the kind where you jump out of high altitude airplanes?"
"Yeah.” He grinned. “You been doing some research?"
"You know how much I love my laptop. Google is my friend,” she teased. Then she shrugged. “Actually, I read that Special Ops magazine on your bathroom counter while I was in the tub last night. I found it very informative."
Deke chuckled. That was so like her, to do research on his background. He liked that she was so interested in what he'd done, because he was damn proud of his time in the military. “It was a night jump into a high mountain landing zone. I fractured a few vertebrae in my lower back and destroyed a couple discs. Medevac didn't happen until morning, then they transferred me to Germany.” He hadn't been able to feel or move his legs the whole time. He'd been terrified he'd wind up permanently paralyzed.
"Took two surgeries to get everything back into place.” He was lucky to be walking, much less functioning as well as he did. The pain he suffered on a daily basis was nothing compared to spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair, like so many of the other patients he'd seen.
Jessie's touch never changed, a steady, soothing rhythm over his lower back. “Was it in Afghanistan?"
"Yeah. Last February."
He braced himself for more questions about it or his ex-wife, but her fingers trailed lower, over his ass. “And what about these green feet tattooed back here?"
"It's a PJ thing. My class got them when we graduated."
"What's it signify?"
"The Jolly Green Giant. It's a nickname for the Pave Low helicopters, before they got pulled from service. Tradition started with some of our guys back in ‘Nam."
The mattress shifted as she moved, and then he felt the brush of her long hair over his backs of his thighs. She placed both hands on his lower back just above his ass, and leaned forward to press her lips to the scars. Already semi-erect, his cock went rock hard when she flicked her moist tongue against his skin. “Are you trying to kiss and make it better?"
"Something like that.” Her tongue laved over the scars to the top of his right butt cheek, where she nipped lightly at the tattoo. “Is it working?"
"Think so."
In answer, Jessie nuzzled and kissed her way up his spine until her warm breath fanned the nape of his neck. Then she stretched out on top of him, blanketing him with her smooth, soft body. Christ, she felt good.
Her hands trailed over his shoulders and arms, squeezing and kneading like she couldn't get enough of feeling his muscles. Another huge turn on. “Anything else you'd like me to kiss?"
The corners of his lips tugged up in a smile. “Yeah."
"Mmm, good. I'm hungry."
He knew she'd loved sucking his cock last night, and by the sounds of it, she was more than eager to do it again. How fucking hot was that? Wearing a grin, he turned over, and her gaze instantly went to his rock-hard erection. Her hand curled around him, cool and soft. Delicious.
He bit back a groan and wrapped his fingers around hers, guiding her hand over him in slow, firm strokes, showing her what he wanted. Her eyes flared with instant desire, and she bent toward him, bringing her delectable mouth toward his aching flesh. He threaded one hand into her curls and palmed the back of her head, the other holding his erect cock up for her mouth. Those luscious pink lips parted, and the sight of her moist tongue gliding over them made his erection jerk. His eyes closed at her first delicate kiss on the sensitive head, every muscle in his body drawn taut with anticipation.
Then his land line rang.
Deke growled in annoyance. He didn't want to answer it, but it was barely dawn. Through the dissipating fog of lust, unease bloomed in his chest. Gently easing Jessie away, he rolled over and grabbed the phone. When he saw Dillon's number, his heart beat faster and he answered it. “What's wrong?"
"I need you to do a perimeter check
"Is that the kind where you jump out of high altitude airplanes?"
"Yeah.” He grinned. “You been doing some research?"
"You know how much I love my laptop. Google is my friend,” she teased. Then she shrugged. “Actually, I read that Special Ops magazine on your bathroom counter while I was in the tub last night. I found it very informative."
Deke chuckled. That was so like her, to do research on his background. He liked that she was so interested in what he'd done, because he was damn proud of his time in the military. “It was a night jump into a high mountain landing zone. I fractured a few vertebrae in my lower back and destroyed a couple discs. Medevac didn't happen until morning, then they transferred me to Germany.” He hadn't been able to feel or move his legs the whole time. He'd been terrified he'd wind up permanently paralyzed.
"Took two surgeries to get everything back into place.” He was lucky to be walking, much less functioning as well as he did. The pain he suffered on a daily basis was nothing compared to spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair, like so many of the other patients he'd seen.
Jessie's touch never changed, a steady, soothing rhythm over his lower back. “Was it in Afghanistan?"
"Yeah. Last February."
He braced himself for more questions about it or his ex-wife, but her fingers trailed lower, over his ass. “And what about these green feet tattooed back here?"
"It's a PJ thing. My class got them when we graduated."
"What's it signify?"
"The Jolly Green Giant. It's a nickname for the Pave Low helicopters, before they got pulled from service. Tradition started with some of our guys back in ‘Nam."
The mattress shifted as she moved, and then he felt the brush of her long hair over his backs of his thighs. She placed both hands on his lower back just above his ass, and leaned forward to press her lips to the scars. Already semi-erect, his cock went rock hard when she flicked her moist tongue against his skin. “Are you trying to kiss and make it better?"
"Something like that.” Her tongue laved over the scars to the top of his right butt cheek, where she nipped lightly at the tattoo. “Is it working?"
"Think so."
In answer, Jessie nuzzled and kissed her way up his spine until her warm breath fanned the nape of his neck. Then she stretched out on top of him, blanketing him with her smooth, soft body. Christ, she felt good.
Her hands trailed over his shoulders and arms, squeezing and kneading like she couldn't get enough of feeling his muscles. Another huge turn on. “Anything else you'd like me to kiss?"
The corners of his lips tugged up in a smile. “Yeah."
"Mmm, good. I'm hungry."
He knew she'd loved sucking his cock last night, and by the sounds of it, she was more than eager to do it again. How fucking hot was that? Wearing a grin, he turned over, and her gaze instantly went to his rock-hard erection. Her hand curled around him, cool and soft. Delicious.
He bit back a groan and wrapped his fingers around hers, guiding her hand over him in slow, firm strokes, showing her what he wanted. Her eyes flared with instant desire, and she bent toward him, bringing her delectable mouth toward his aching flesh. He threaded one hand into her curls and palmed the back of her head, the other holding his erect cock up for her mouth. Those luscious pink lips parted, and the sight of her moist tongue gliding over them made his erection jerk. His eyes closed at her first delicate kiss on the sensitive head, every muscle in his body drawn taut with anticipation.
Then his land line rang.
Deke growled in annoyance. He didn't want to answer it, but it was barely dawn. Through the dissipating fog of lust, unease bloomed in his chest. Gently easing Jessie away, he rolled over and grabbed the phone. When he saw Dillon's number, his heart beat faster and he answered it. “What's wrong?"
"I need you to do a perimeter check
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