Roar (Military Bad Boy Billionaire Romance) (Soldiers of Fortune Book 4) by Aubrey Irons

moment, with this girl back in my arms like this, smiling at me like that, with her eyes flashing at me just like they used to, I honestly don’t care. Let them see our scars, our ink, and the stories writ upon our bodies.

    We fucked on the roof, like making up for lost time. But as soon as I close the door to the room behind me, I know it’s going to be different this time. This time, I’m going to make love to her, and I’m going to take my time.

    I’m lowering her down onto the bed, blankets and all, and just staring at this fucking angel laying back like she is, propped up on her elbows. My eyes follow the flowing inked lines of the sleeve tattoo that adorns her arm; past the words from the Warren Zevon song, around the etched outline of Texas, and even over the round scars that dot her skin - all parts of the stories that make this girl who she is, and part of what I fucking love about her. She gives me a strange, almost shy look as I stand there just taking her in, and she’s opening her mouth to say something but I just shake my head as I climb onto the bed above her.

    And then I’m kissing her; kissing her with everything I fucking have and making sure I sear it hot across her mouth. She moans into me, arching her body to meet mine, and I can feel myself responding to the heat of her. I’m drifting down lower, teasing her with my tongue and my fingertips as I spread her legs and move between them. I take my time, running my tongue across her pussy before slipping it deep inside. I’m hungry for her honey, for her sweetness and for her release as I curl my tongue around her clit and gently coax her higher and higher. I’m teasing every single inch of her pussy, her ass, and her thighs, my lips sucking gently on her clit as she rolls like an ocean wave. She’s bucking beneath me, her hands pushing through my hair and her mouth open in a silent scream as I feel her start to tighten around my probing finger.

    She explodes, the silent scream erupting into a broken, guttural cry as she comes against my lips. She tastes like honey and home, and I know I could spend fucking days there between her legs just making her come again and again.

    I stand at the foot of the bed, ready to enter her, but she springs up, and I groan as I feel those perfect pouty lips wrap around my cock. She slides me deep into her mouth, like warm fucking heaven, and I growl as my hands slide into her hair. She’s aggressive and yet sensual, sucking me deep as she strokes me and moans around my crown in a way that has my toes curling the way she knows drives me fucking crazy.

    And I love that we know these little idiosyncrasies about each other. This isn’t exploring the new, it’s two people perfectly in tune with each other’s bodies. This is re-familiarizing ourselves with what we already know.

    I finally have to pry her away from me, pushing her back onto the bed and rolling one on before I slide hotly inside of her. Her legs are around me, her hands on my ass coaxing me harder and faster as she bucks her hips to meet mine. We move as one, rocking into one another faster and harder, until I stop holding back and just start to give it to her as hard as she wants. And I’m not sure if it’s my roar, her cries, or the ringing in my ears that’s louder as we come crashing together; both of us cresting that wave together and tumbling down the other side.

    And it’s perfect.

    We lie tangled together afterward; her tracing the needle track scars on my arms, me the burn marks on hers. I think about all the stories, and the jagged, broken paths it took to get to one another, and I grin. And I’m still thinking of it, and only her, as we fall asleep to the wailing of the criers on the minarets outside.  

P A S T

    "Almost ready?"

    I'm grinning; of course I'm grinning, and I feel like I haven't stopped smiling in, well, months now.

    Bryce pokes his head out of his bedroom down the hall from his bare living room and kitchen;