TEN
Jade
Cooper stood in front of me with an expression I recognized.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, glancing around. “I’m supposed to be leaving soon.”
“It won’t be until the morning,” he said. “Can I come in?”
“Sure…”
I stepped back. He came inside, brushing against me.
Why does he have this power over me? I asked myself as a tingle ran through my body.
“You’re all packed?” he asked, looking at the suitcases piled up near the door.
“Yep.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “You ready to talk more about the smuggling?”
“No,” he said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“Then why are you here?”
“Earlier,” he said.
I tilted my head to the side, trying to understand him.
“What do you mean?”
“This...”
He stepped forward and put his hands on my waist. At the same time, his head came toward mine, tilting slightly. I froze, closing my eyes, anticipating the moment our lips would touch.
When they did, I felt as if heaven had opened shop deep within my body. Pleasure and joy danced into my mind, causing my heart to beat faster. Is this happening?
I pulled back and said, “Pinch me.”
“Excuse me?”
“I need to know if I’m dreaming.”
He smiled then kissed me again, sliding his tongue into my mouth this time. I swirled mine against his, so warm and wonderful.
As we kissed, his hands moved along my body. When he squeezed my breast through my shirt, I moaned, wanting more, so much more.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked in between kisses.
“Yeah,” he grunted, lifting my shirt up.
I raised my hands into the air, allowing him to take it all the way off. Standing in front of him with bare breasts, I wondered if I was making a bad decision.
Emotions took over, and I didn’t care anymore. The only thing on my mind was getting him inside me. While I didn’t get my story in Afghanistan, at least I’d have something to remember.
He bent his head and licked one nipple before moving to the other. While he explored my naked flesh with his wet, tongue, I undid his pants, sliding them down enough to expose his cock.
And what a marvelous cock it was. I fondled it while we kissed, amazed at the size. He stepped back and lifted his shirt off, exposing his rock-hard chest and abs. I leaned forward and kissed his skin.
He took his pants off the rest of the way. I did the same with mine. We were soon standing in front of each other, naked. My eyes lowered, scanning his body, liking what I saw.
The momentary pause to get our clothes off ended as we resumed passionately kissing each other. I loved the way he made my whole body tingle when his tongue slid against mine.
Time slowed, became somehow irrelevant. All that existed in that moment was him and me, our bodies about to lock together in bliss. He moved forward as we kissed, pushing me toward the bed.
I sat down on the edge of the mattress, looking up at his face, enamored by those magical blue eyes. He grinned and got down on his knees in front of me. A moment later, he kissed my pussy.
As he went down on me, I closed my eyes and threw my head back, not believing how good it felt to have him kissing, licking, and sucking my sensitive flesh. He ran his fingers back and forth over my pussy.
Blood rushed between my legs as a familiar tingle spreading through my body. I hadn’t been with a man in so long. And he was so good at what he was doing. His hands ran over my smooth skin.
I forgot for a moment or two I was in Afghanistan that outside a war was going on.
“Do it,” I begged. “Fuck me hard.”
He looked up from between my legs. A moment later, he was on his feet in front of me, that huge dick swinging back and forth in front of him.
I watched, enthralled, as he wrapped a condom over it.
This is it. He’s going to fuck me.
The thought turned me on so much. I wasn’t sure if it was the fact we weren’t supposed to be doing what we were about to do or the fact I was in a strange country, but something was different.
None of the other men who fucked me compared to Cooper, and he hadn’t even pushed it in me yet. I expected great things – like a mind-blowing orgasm in Afghanistan.
He stepped forward and lifted my legs. Our eyes met as he rubbed the tip of his cock over my wet pussy before putting it in. I squinted my eyes and moaned.
HIs look of hunger turned to surprise at the sound of an explosion outside.
“What the hell?” I asked.
He dropped my legs and spun around.
“Fuck.”
“Are we under attack?” I asked, standing up.
“I don’t know,” he said as he slipped his underwear on.
As we dressed, I heard a second explosion outside from the same direction.
“That sounds like it’s inside the camp,” he said. “Stay here.”
“Don’t worry about me,” I said, my heart racing and adrenaline pumping.
He flung the door open and bolted outside. I ran over and peeked outside. Flames rose into the air about five hundred feet away, near the wall surrounding the base.
I shut the door and locked it, wondering what the hell I should do. My suitcase and bag were sitting next to the door. Would I ever get back to New York? The idea wasn’t sounding so bad now.
The thought of not making it hit me hard as I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. As a journalist, I wanted to find out what the hell had happened.
After opening the door, I stepped outside. No other explosions had occurred. Was it a car bomb? An RPG? Something else? I saw men running toward the blaze.
Before I decided to follow them, Tony Roth ran up.
“We need to go,” he said. “Are you packed?”
“Now? Seriously?”
“Captain Jeffries wants you out of here right now.”
“This is bullshit,” I said, nodding to the flames. “What the hell happened?”
“That’s on a need-to-know basis, and you don’t need to know. Can I help with your bags?”
“I’m not leaving,” I said, defiantly crossing my arms over my chest.
“If you don’t, Cooper will be in even more trouble.”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s on a need-to-know basis too, and…”
“Let me guess,” I interrupted. “You don’t think I need to know.”
“It’s not my call,” he said. “Are you coming, or do I need to call the MPs?”
“I’m coming,” I said then stepped back inside to grab my suitcase and messenger bag.
“Hurry. The chopper is waiting,” Tony said as I followed him to the large, open space in middle of the camp.
“Will you please tell me what happened?” I begged over the loud sound of the chopper blades and engine. “Was it the Taliban?”
“No,” he shouted. “It wasn’t an attack. You need to get on the chopper. Now.”
I glanced around, wondering about Cooper. Would he look me up and call to let me know what had happened? Fucking him was the furthest thing from my mind as I searched for him.
“You need to go,” Tony shouted, pointing at the helicopter.
“Fine,” I shouted, ducking my head and jogging over.
A soldier helped me inside. As soon as I sat down, the chopper lifted into the air. I peered over the side, looking down. Cooper! He looked up at me in the chopper as it flew away.
The entire trip to the Kandahar airport, I thought about what had happened at FOB Cobra. I hadn’t gotten the story I sought or the man I desired.
All I wanted to do was get back to New York and my normal life.