Rose’s skin was alive with a riptide of clashing energies, and Welsh was the balm which soothed them all. The water had cleared away the horrid night, and his touch had become a seal against it touching her again. Her head spun as he maneuvered them in the small shower until one leg was over his shoulder, and her other foot was on the floor. His large shoulders took up the space, but the image of him kneeling between her legs, a supplicant to her needs, was breathtaking.
Water clung to his eyelashes as he kept his gaze locked to hers and lowered his mouth to her pussy, tongue extended. Slamming her hand over her mouth, she screamed into her palm as he lapped his way from the bottom of her sex to her clit. It was a rude, vulgar exchange, and it made her knees weak. When he did it again, she curved around him, unable to keep her back straight. His talented tongue traced up one labia and down the other before he sucked her clit into his mouth. Welsh’s pointed attack lifted her to her toes. He wasn’t apologetic or soft. This was a man on a mission to blast her to the sun. Each flick of his tongue made her hips buck, and she tried to hold his gaze, but her vision blurred.
She sank back against the wall as his hands pressed up her stomach toward her breasts. Shock and awe. It was a military tactic, she’d heard. It had once been explained to her as rapid dominance, or the use of overwhelming force, combined with larger-than-life displays of power to utterly paralyze an enemy and obliterate their will to fight. Welsh was shock and awe. His fingers pinched and tweaked her nipples. The suction of his mouth kept her clit exposed from its hood, and his wicked tongue forced her pleasure to rise to the surface. Any thought of not succumbing disappeared as she fell under the waves. She came, biting her palm to staunch the noise, and Welsh still didn’t stop. Instead, he released her clit and pressed his tongue deep inside her. His satisfied growl against her swollen flesh sent aftershocks of awareness blazing over her nerve endings. Electric shocks stuttered her heart and locked her muscles into rigid display.
By the time he released her, Rose was a twitching mass of orgasmic bliss. But shock and awe didn’t stop; it pounded and drove the battlefield into a one-sided victory, and her body was Welsh’s battle. He fought with single-minded ferocity, and he was far from done. She was left reeling as he turned her around and braced her hands on the wall for support. Helpless, she let his rough hands pull her ass back and force her back to arch. Rose felt exposed and weak, yet she had a renewed feeling of strength because his desire for her had driven him to this level of wildness. His heat burned her as he wrapped himself around her, curling his fingers in between hers before he lined his cock up to her entrance.
“Mine,” he said, and slammed into her.
How was she going to deny him?
Welsh’s teeth found purchase in her shoulder, holding her in place, and she was overwhelmed by him. His cock stretched her to the point of near-pain, and he swirled his hips with each stroke. The movement, so at odds with his harsh glide, intrigued her. Rose waited for it, following it with her own gyrations until he hit a spot deep inside that made her see stars. Throat dry, mouth open, she lost herself. His body slapped against hers, wringing out every ounce of pleasure until she was coming again. Thickening inside of her, he grunted and began fucking her faster.
“Right there, baby. Right. There.”
God help her, but she arched her back more for him and reached back to hold her ass cheeks open. He slid deeper and bellowed into her back.
“My God,” he said.
The change wrung her out, twisted her, and slammed her back down until she could do nothing but hold on for the ride. Then he was jerking out of her, moaning into her neck as he came over her ass. When he finished, he massaged his seed into her skin with deliberate strokes, claiming her. She’d never had anything so sexy done to her in her life.
“I’m not going to forget that,” he said.
Rose looked over her shoulder at him with a saucy smile. “More where that came from when you get back.”
Realizing what she’d said, she gasped. Welsh laughed and kissed her. “I like the sound of that. Something to look forward to.”
He kissed her again before he turned her around to clean her. The water wasn’t so cold now, after making love, and she enjoyed the refreshing wash with the standard-issue bar soap he’d brought. Rose never thought she’d appreciate non-descript soap so much in her life.
“Stay here, okay?” he told her when they got out.
She dried off as best she good after he threw on his pants and left. A few minutes later, he came back with a pair of scrubs for her from the ambulance, as well as a uniform for him.
“Always pays to pack extra gear,” he told her with a lopsided smile. His shoulders were relaxed, and though he scanned around as they dressed, he seemed calmer. She liked the idea that she’d helped him with that.
“Was there another pair in there?” she asked.
He nodded. “I took it by Cry Baby for Lacey. I thought you’d want to make sure she had what she needed, too.”
Rose kissed him, the kind gesture warming her heart. “Thank you.”
His cheeks went ruddy. “Ah, yeah. Sure.”
Welsh being shy was new, she sort of liked it. It showed another side of him she didn’t know yet. After they were dressed and Welsh checked in, they left the bathroom to meet up with Cry Baby. He sat near Lacey’s door with his rifle within reach.
“Enjoy your shower?” he asked.
Rose felt the heat of her embarrassment spread across her cheeks.
“Wanna find out if you can tea bag yourself?” Welsh asked.
Cry Baby barked out a laugh. “Wanna see how Vixen responds to that?”
“No.”
“Didn’t think so,” Cry Baby said.
“I hate you,” Welsh returned.
“You wound me.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m going to look in on Heim and Glitz to see how they’re doing. Rose, stay close to Cry Baby, okay?”
Rose nodded. “Sure.”
Cry Baby watched Welsh walk off before he looked up at Rose. “Thank you,” he said solemnly.
“For what?”
“For him. We’ve had a rough go lately, and Welsh hasn’t taken it easily. You know how they say the clown is in the worst pain? Welsh is our clown.”
“You can’t tell me more than that, can you?”
Cry Baby shook his head. “Not without proper clearance. But I’ll just say I haven’t seen him that relaxed in a very long time, or sporting a smile that actually reaches his eyes.”
Rose sat down on the floor next to Cry Baby. “Your job isn’t the easiest.”
“Understatement of the year. We spend most of our days at home, oddly, but when we have to go, we do. We can’t say anything, don’t know how long we’ll be gone, or give details. It’s hell on relationships.”
She felt like he was telling her something important, so she turned to face him. “Most people want to know what’s going on with their loved ones. It’s natural.”
“Sure it is. But if you have a patient with a crazy case on your operating table and you barely save them, can you tell anyone about them? That HIPAA law stops you, right?”
“Of course it does.”
“Our HIPAA is ten times stronger, and it can topple countries. It can be hard to hold, especially when people don’t understand. But we need people we can decompress with, and that usually doesn’t include rehashing what we go through. We just want to be normal people, with a normal job, a beer in hand, and friends to enjoy. We don’t get it very often.”
“Give it to me straight, I’m a big girl,” Rose prompted Cry Baby.
“Even better. SEALs are a special breed, and we need someone just as special to stick with us. Be that or let him down easy. He’s had enough.”
“Hey, Rose, Heim wants to talk to you,” Welsh called.
“Coming,” Rose returned. She stood and squeezed Cry Baby’s shoulder. “I understand. I’m not going anywhere.”