I looked down at Gretchen. Her raven hair splayed on the bed. Her eyes hooded with pleasure. Her soft curves. Her voluptuous tits. This was the woman made for me. She was perfect. And she solved a problem I had. I didn’t want to think about her that way, but that was the fucking truth.

I crawled backward until my feet hit the floor. I stood at the end of the bed, dragging her ass close to the edge. Her eyes flared.

“What? What are you doing?” she whispered.

But I didn’t answer. Instead I hooked her ankles against my back and thrust into her. My eyes closed, feeling the white-hot light course through me. She was tight and hot. I’d never felt a pussy so made for me. It was like sheathing myself in velvet. Her body still warm. I drove into her again, each time gripping her ass harder, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh.

The way she rode me with wild abandon drove me fucking crazy. It was time to return the favor.

I opened my eyes and looked into her gaze. She was staring directly at me.

Watching me. Matching my thrusts. Pulling me in. And she was loving every second of it.

“Just how dirty do you like it, doc?” I teased. But I wanted to know. Gretchen surprised me. I hadn’t expected her to be a hellcat in bed. But she was a fucking vixen. It wouldn’t matter if I had slept with a hundred women in the past year, this one was made for me. Her body moved in ways that were mesmerizing.

“I don’t know.” She gulped.

I waggled my eyebrows. “Sure you do.”

I moved her ankles from my back to the tops of my shoulders, angling my cock far and deep.

“Oh, Brett,” she screamed. Her hands fisted the sheets as she began to thrash from the intensity.

“It’s not enough is it?” I asked.

“No,” she moaned.

I grinned as I backed up, my cock popping from her swollen heat and flipped her on her stomach. I loved taking her from behind. I pinned her wrists over her head. With her feet on the floor, she had more leverage to fuck me.

“Spread your legs, wide, baby,” I growled in her ear.

She wiggled her feet to a V position.

My cock nestled at her pussy and she lifted her hips for me to thrust inside her.

“Oh shit, yes,” she hissed. “Oh, yes.”

My teeth nipped at her back, alternating with kisses. I pressed her wrists into the mattress as I fucked her wildly, sinking into her. She bounced back, using her legs for power and force.

“Fuck,” I groaned, knowing I was close to coming like this. She was so tight. It was intense.

“Brett,” she whimpered.

My cock began to pulse inside her and I pumped faster as the unrelenting pleasure shook me. I groaned at the satisfaction my body felt. I wanted to stay here buried in her, filling her with my come.

Gretchen shook under me as the last ripple hit us both and I knew my seed was deep inside her. I kissed her lower back before I slowly stood.

I crawled on the bed, scooping Gretchen into my arms and pulling her against my chest. She was mine. There was no other way to explain that kind of sex. I’d never felt anything that fucking intense before.

I kissed the back of her head. “You ok, doc?”

“God, yeah. That was amazing. I needed that.”

I laughed. “You needed that?”

“You didn’t disappoint.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I brushed the hair from her neck.

“Look at you. If you weren’t good in bed, it would be a tragedy.”

I rolled her under me, pinning her arms above her head. “Is that what you think of me?”

She bit her lower lip. “Is there more?” Her tone was playful.

I felt my cock jerk back to life as I settled between her legs. Rough and wild was fun, but this time I wanted to take my time. I wanted to savor the feeling of her. Remember how soft her skin was. How her lips tasted. Memorize the look in her eyes when she came. Because I would be leaving soon. And I needed something to think about when I was sleeping under the desert sky.

“I’ve got more,” I growled in her ear.

Her arms flew around my neck as she arched toward me. “Good. Tell me that means you’re going to fuck me again.”

“Oh, I am.”

* * *

I drove to the cabin, feeling a new kind of calm. I parked in front of the house and jogged up the steps. I didn’t know how long I had before I would be called back to Kazastan, but I needed to tell Gretchen about the contract.

I couldn’t tell her in bed last night. Or after the five times we fucked. I needed some space between what we did then, and what my family needed.

I stripped down and stepped in the shower. The water felt good.

I knew I would never meet a woman like Gretchen. She was smart and strong. Opinionated and sweet. Kind and thoughtful. I smiled, lathering my chest with soap.

I promised I would pick her up this afternoon and bring her back to the cabin for the night. I felt better knowing I could keep her safe. Tonight, I would tell her everything.

I reached for a towel and dried off.

I passed a family picture hanging on the hall. I felt a twitch in my chest. There were so many kids in the family when I was growing up. That’s what the Jacksons did. They had babies.

I thought about what Gretchen told me today. It was hard to adjust to the idea of having kids. I think it shocked me most when she told me it would be hard for her to get pregnant. I’d be lying if it didn’t make me fuck her harder. Try to root my seed deeper inside her. No babies meant no land. Was I really ready to try to be a father? Did I really want to get her pregnant, or could I blame it on my primal instinct to knock her up? I never backed away from a challenge. Was this another one? Fuck. Was I that competitive?

She did say it was possible to get pregnant, she would just need fertility treatments, and who knows what else. That wasn’t my area of expertise. Maybe one day when I was retired from Special Forces we could go down that road. In the meantime, I would figure something out to keep her. Because now that I had found her, I couldn’t let her go.