Courting Disaster

Calder

 

 

 

Email. January 8, 2015. Undisclosed location. Afghanistan.

Hey bro.

Heading out. Air support to provide.

 

Insurgents, that’s all I can say.

 

I don’t think I’m getting out of this one alive. Just a gut feeling. Maybe you get the same thing during a game when you’re gonna lose, not that you do that too fucking often, right?

 

You’re in my heart, brother. Don’t let Reggie down. Whatever she needs. Fuck knows she’s needed more than I could give for a long damn time.

 

Love you

Fuck off all the way

Chris

CHRISTOPHER J. MALONE, Capt. USAF

 

Present day

 “MINE.”

My brain almost exploded as well as my cock. The cock, which had been hurtin’—big and hard—since I’d set my hands on Reggie’s silken flesh.

The smell of her pussy had drawn my fingers closer and closer to her heat. Fuck the massage. I wanted to root dick-deep inside her. And when she’d basically given me permission to rip off that thong? No force in this world could’ve kept me from doing just that.

Goddammit, but she had just the thinnest line of soft hair pointing right to a fully aroused cunt. Shimmering. Swollen. The lips juicy and pink.

Reggie saying she saw me as hers—not as a brother or her old buddy—changed everything between us in an instant.

I released a growl, released all my control, and bound her thighs in my hard hands.

“Calder,” she gasped out just before I brushed the tip of my tongue against a clit that quivered with reaction.

“This what you want?” I pursed my lips over the engorged bud.

She strained up, back bowed. All that emerged from her throat was a hot whimper.

I pulled my tongue back, probably made bruises on her legs as my thumbs dug into the crease between cunt and thigh. “Tell me now.”

“Your mouth. Calder, yes. That’s what I need.”

A ferocious snarl broke out of me then. I went at her recklessly. Every audible reaction from her goaded me on as much as her taste, her scent. God, so many years I’d waited. Hard flicks and soft bites and she swelled even brighter. Hips climbing. Wetness spilling into my mouth.

I would never stop wanting her there, right there, a feast all for me.

My lips nuzzling, pulling on her labia. My tongue trailing right into the tight hot rim of her pussy, that rosy little hole where more and more liquid dripped out. I circled her, rotating my tongue left then right before plunging deep. Her lusty moan joined my rough grunt.

“Fuck, you taste so good, Reggie.” My voice vibrated from the depths of my chest.

Her hips hitched higher, and my hard-fucking desire for her almost had me spraying off inside my pants.

I palmed her ass, mashed my mouth against her. I used a thumb to press into the slick hole where my tongue drove in and out.

She reached down to grab my head, but I lifted my face. I bet my eyes were wild. My face wet. I stared at her for a sexual beat of tension before my thick voice shuddered out.

“No hands, baby.” Pushing my thumb into her, my face contorted when her inner muscles—that massaging tissue—grasped it. “Not until I say you can grab me.”

Reggie’s glossy brown eyes ran as hot as her cunt bearing down on my thumb, and my gaze strayed to what was open before me.

A sexy pussy, labia spread, pearly fluid covering each frill of flesh.

Then I stared at her eyes again. “Gonna eat you until I feel you come all over my fucking face.”

All the harsh-voiced commands I’d wanted to drill into her for years came directly to the surface as I pinned her still and open.

My cock convulsed, spitting a hot pulse of precome inside my jeans.

“Fuck,” I muttered when—with a slight retraction of my thumb—another drop of cunt juice dripped from her hole. “Fuck.”

Reggie balled her hands beside her head then jerked and moaned when I ate at her more slowly, more hotly, like a fire building inside and out.

I had two fingers inside her—thick and tunneling deep, not nearly as deep as my cock would stretch.

She was soft, wet, gripping.

I eased my mouth over her in waves of motion, and her stomach drew in, almost rigid with the need to come. But everything below was liquid, woman, melting then constricting.

“Oh. Oh, Jesus. Calder!” Her legs drew up, and her toes pointed, placed on my shoulder blades.

Her hips canted and her hands reached.

“Grab my head because I’m about to make you come.” That lusty command made her cry out.

She immediately thrust her fingers onto the back of my head and kicked her pelvis up.

I had one second to ponder the positions I could put her flexible body in before I swore as her cunt bloomed like a flower around my roaming tongue then cinched like a vise onto my pumping fingers.

She shrieked savagely, an echo of the growl I transferred right into her spasming pussy.

I took her down slowly, my fingers swirling in and out once she released. I kissed her clit so softly the press of my lips was just a whisper of breath.

I stroked her quivering thighs, laying them back down on the couch, and her hand rested over her eyes. Face flushed, nipples hard beneath her shirt, mouth parted, glistening, panting.

Fighting against the raging monster of a cock straining in my jeans, I grabbed up her shorts. Breaths beating harshly in and out of my chest because I could come with one plunge inside the body bare and open beneath me, I slipped the shorts over her ankles.

“What?” Her eyes fluttered open, so dazed I would’ve smiled with satisfied male pride if every muscle on my body wasn’t poised to pounce on her. “I thought . . .”

Reggie’s slumberous gaze shifted to the front of my jeans where the beast roared to be let loose.

She was so limbless I worked quickly and efficiently tugging her shorts into place and tying the drawstring with shaking fingers because any more of her scent or the sight of her combustible body and I would not be able to hold back.

My restraint hardly in place, I picked up her thong I’d destroyed.

Jesus.

Mistake.

I wanted to rub it all over my face then jerk off my cock with it.

I dropped it onto her stomach instead, my eyes latched to that scrap of lace.

Backing off, I knew I’d never forget this night, her taste. The way she obeyed me until the uncontrollable waves of orgasm sucked her under, thrust her over.

“You need to go to your room now, Reggie.”

“Scared to be around me, Calder?” She rose languorously to her feet.

One minute the kitten. The next a lioness.

I stepped back, crossed my arms over my chest, surveyed her disheveled hair. “Not scared.”

“I think you are,” she purred before her voice dropped a level. “Of me. But that’s okay because I’m scared too.”

Jaw clamped hard, I dragged my gaze away. “G’night, Reggie.”

I didn’t say another word, just turned on my heel, locked the front door, and started upstairs. With a stiff fucking pole in my jeans.

I stalked to my bedroom, shut the door. Her scent was on my skin. My face. My fingers.

I paced around until I figured Reggie could probably hear the creak of the floorboards as I tried to settle my mind. Settle my body the fuck down.

An hour later, still on edge, I padded downstairs as quietly as possible. In the kitchen, I grabbed a bottle of water and guzzled half of it. Light sent a soft yellow bar beneath Reggie’s closed door when I glanced down the hallway, and I gravitated that way in spite of my best intentions.

I pressed my head against the wood, palm braced against it.

“I know you’re out there, Calder.”

“Mind reader all of a sudden?”

“You have big feet. I can see the shadow under the door.”

Feet aren’t the only big thing I have.

“You can come in already.” She granted me entry.

I hesitated.

“I promise not to ravish you if you’re just wearing boxers,” she called out with a lilt of humor.

I smiled, cracking the door to shove my head inside. “I hate boxers. You know that.”

“Briefs. Whatever.” She raised both her hands. “I won’t attack.”

I entered after an adjustment to my shorts—because no fucking way was I walking around in front of Reggie wearing what I usually wore to bed. Which equaled absolutely fucking nothing.

She reclined on the bed, an old white T-shirt slipping off her shoulder.

I noticed the Crimson Tide emblem on the shirt and narrowed my eyes. “That’s mine.”

“Was yours.” Her eyebrows arched wickedly. “I borrowed it years ago. After you got drafted from ’Bama.”

“Stole it, more like,” I grumbled, but the same spark I’d always felt knifed right through me at the idea of her sleeping in my shirt.

And nothing else.

Christ on a cross. Not another damn boner. I’d just talked the last one down.

Reggie patted the bed.

“We shouldn’t get too close.” Obviously. Mr. Hard-On had started rearing his hefty head again.

She snorted. “You keeping your virginity intact, or is it you who wants to ravish me?”

Laughter, like always, spun between us. I sat beside her, one arm braced over her. “Think I ravished you earlier.”

An incredibly pretty blush lit her cheeks.

She turned her face into the pillows.

I touched her cheek then drew my hand away. “I shouldn’t have—”

“Christ, Calder. I practically begged you to eat my pussy then you went total Puritan on me.” A flash of anger spun through her eyes when she pushed up to sitting.

“Quaker maybe.”

“Right. But I think it’s the Mormons who aren’t supposed to masturbate.”

“I’m definitely no Mormon then.” A chuckle lit from inside me, right where all my thoughts about Reggie collided—my chest, my heart.

I rolled an arm around her shoulders. Her face tucked into the nook of my neck. Her breasts rested against me, and her legs, only covered by blankets, wound over mine.

“I love you, Calder. I always have.”

Love is not in love.

I kissed the crown of her head, lost in the scent of her perfume.

“What we did.” Her fingers gripped mine. “What we might want. It isn’t wrong, Calder.”

“Feels like it is.” I stiffened immediately.

I eased off the bed, because yeah. It felt so, so right yet completely forbidden.

“Well, whatever this is, I guess it’s out in the open now.” Reggie relaxed back, but her blazing brown eyes burned into me, and in my damn shorts and no shirt—with nothing else to protect me from the invitation she presented—I had to escape.

“Maybe.” I frowned.

“We’ll talk about it more tomorrow then.” She fluffed the pillows before turning onto her side, dismissing me.

I was so hooked on the drug that was Reggie, I needed one last touch before I let her go. I tucked her in, turned off the light, and I kissed her forehead, holding myself above her.

Her lips curved, her breath evened out.

I moved away, taking that tiny moment of peace with me.

“Calder?”

“Yeah.” At the door, I turned.

“Can you leave the hall light on? I don’t like the dark.”

A howling hunger to protect Reggie nearly broke every last shred of my control.

The lioness becomes the kitten.

I left the light on for her.

****

Everything about Reggie was gonna break me in two. Not before my cock broke in two, though.

I hit my bed and turned off the light. I saw the glow from downstairs, because of Reggie’s request.

I didn’t get how she was so damn strong, so completely sexual, then sweetly vulnerable.

She certainly hadn’t been fragile when I’d eaten her out. She was so goddamn close to me—one flight of stairs away instead of a flight cross-country—and her taste lingered on my tongue. I had the perverted thought to retrieve her torn thong. Wrap it around my cock so I could come to the scent of her cunt.

My hand drifted unconsciously down to my cock before I pulled it back in a tight fist.

Dammit to hell. Hadn’t jerked off to her all these years. Wasn’t about to start now.

Great. I was gonna be walking around with a fucking wooden plank in my pants for the duration.

Goddammit. Again. The way she’d asked for the light to stay on . . . Buried every impulse but the protective one.

I stuck my head under a pillow and smelled laundry detergent instead of her pussy on my mouth. I shut my eyes, crushing every urge, wondering how the hell I’d get out of this visit intact.

With her intact.

Without flat-out attacking her. But then she’d wanted me to fuck her. I’d seen it in her eyes . . .

Sleep niggled at me, always one breath away. I rolled to my other side and inhaled. Thought about getting up and lifting more weights.

The next thing I knew I was jerked to sitting by an alarm.

I fumbled for my phone, but the screen was black and the scream still wailed on.

Stubbing my toe as I stumbled out of bed, I nearly crashed to the floor.

The scream turned shrill. Hair on my neck went livewire.

Reggie.

I jumped down the last stairs, pounding into her room. She sat straight up, eyes screwed tight, horrifying sobs wracking her body so hard she was locked rigid.

Every single part of her tight like rigor mortis.

“Shhhh.” I dropped to the bed and pulled her right into my arms, cradling her coldness with my heat. “It’s Calder. I’m right here, sweetheart. Right here.”

Her belly heaved, breasts too, and giant sobs convulsed her shoulders. But she fought at me blindly, seeking something.

Escape.

Revenge?

Solace.

Fuck. I didn’t know anything except my heart broke wide open as I took her pain into my body.

“God, girl.” I let her rip at me. Scratch my skin. Almost draw blood.

Her screams those of a banshee, Reggie tore through every single last part of my soul.

“He’s gone. He’s gone!”

I cupped a hand at the nape of her neck and dragged her face to my throat.

I clasped her to me, cuddling her. Finally my hard planes, my big palms, my whispered words took her down from the cliff’s edge.

“He is gone, baby. But you are right here. Right here with me.” I took her tears away on my thumbs, fingers caressing her face, too young to know such terrifying pain.

Too young to be a widow.

Reggie wept from the very depths of her soul until my soul ripped apart for her again.

“I wish he hadn’t been alone when he died.” She hiccupped, her face buried against me.

I rubbed a hand down my face then laid my palm on her back. Tears swelled in my eyes, too. Thinking about my brother.

Her husband.

His wife.

My love.

None of that mattered now.

“It would’ve happened so fast.” I hushed. “We have to believe he didn’t suffer.”

Her hand nested on my chest, twitching too near my heart that boomed.

“I should’ve been better,” she whispered.

I gulped. Looked up and blinked to drown the tears in my eyes. “You are perfect. You were so perfect. Reggie, you can sleep now. No nightmares. It’s okay.”

Slipping lower, I brought her with me. My fingers curled in her hair. I kissed her forehead again. I would take all her tears. Ease them away. I’d bear the brunt.

“Stay with me?” she asked.

She’d just hooked my heart again.

“Always.”