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Retreat Hell! She Just Got Here(11)

By:Heatlerh Long


I am woman. Hear me roar….





Logan leaned up on an elbow. Every joint in his body protested at the position, but he wanted to watch her sleep. She’d snuggled between them and drifted off a little after three in the morning. Her nipples were swollen and distended, reddened from their lavish attention. The room reeked of sex.

The sweet scent of Jasmine covered him. He could still taste her cream. He’d taken her twice and seriously considered a third go, but she slept so soundly, so sweetly it left him loathe to wake her.

His cock ached from friction, but the twitch of motion against his thigh delighted him. He’d thought she’d be repulsed when she’d seen the scars. Seen the way they twisted his skin, disfiguring him. He wasn’t Zach with a physique to match his sunny disposition, but she’d kissed his scars, taken his flaccid, useless cock and teased life back into him.

That first orgasm damn near blinded him. He’d hardly expected a second, a third or a fourth. Her ass was tighter than her sex, but she’d taken him, every hard inch as he’d glided along the narrow passage. Across the bed, Zach shifted and mirrored Logan’s pose, propping his head on his hand.

“Better?” Stupid question, but his best friend had a right to ask it. To think I considered playing blackjack as an alternative to this.

“Oh, yeah. I owe you.”

“Nope, you don’t.” Zach trailed a finger down her side and frowned.

“What?”

“Bullet scar.” Worry threaded through Zach’s voice and Logan leaned forward to examine the puckered mark along the right side of her abdomen. “A through and through.”

Zach was right. The scar mirrored a second one on her back. The bullet grazed the side of her belly, just an inch lower and it could have punctured her intestines. Quiet anger stirred inside of him, rousing from a year of slumber in the cave of apathy.

He met Zach’s gaze and both men shifted, examining the rest of her. A knife mark showed on one calf and second puckered mark revealed a bullet scar along her left collarbone. Logan planned to find out what sonofabitch took a shot at her and snap every bone in his hand before he snapped his neck.

“Iraq.” Her drowsy voice halted their inspection.

Logan’s heart squeezed.

She stretched her arms out, reaching first for him and then to Zach, her fingers curling to caress their cheeks. “A sniper. But we got him. So you don’t have to look so pissed.”

“What were you doing in Iraq?” Zach asked the question that echoed through Logan.

“Assignment. Did I mention I’m a Gunnery Sergeant?”

Holy hell. She’s a Marine.

“Active?” Zach’s voice tightened on the question.

“I meet with my CO in the morning.”

“You’re going back?” Logan frowned. He didn’t know whether to laugh or shake her. Is she out of her mind?

“Yes.” Her voice cooled. “I’m a Marine.”

Logan’s gaze cut up to meet Zach’s. Marines went back. They went where they were needed. If the Corps would let him, he’d go back, too. But they’d discharged him on permanent disability.

“Well, I guess it was too good to last.” She began to sit up and as one, they pushed her back down.

“Night’s not over, sweetheart.” Zach grinned and the wariness edging Jasmine’s expression eased.

“No?” She flicked a look between them.

“No,” Logan agreed and slid his hand right down to her still wet sex, and drove two fingers into her, enjoying the way her eyes widened. “You just caught us off guard.”

Her mouth formed a little circle as Logan began to stroke her gently, probing the swollen flesh of her sex with two fingers. She wouldn’t forget tonight.

Ever.

“Yep,” Zach agreed, kissing a path along her cheek. “But surprise doesn’t mean retreat.”

“Are you on leave?” Logan stroked a thumb around her clit, not quite touching it. When her hips lifted, his hand retreated and she moaned. “Answer the question.”

Zach licked across the red rosette of one nipple and blew a breath, adding to her agony. Logan waited until her hips stilled to press a third finger into the hot flesh of her sex.

“Two weeks. My unit deploys on Friday, but my CO wanted me to have the time to consider whether I wanted to remain active or not.” Hard panting punctuated the words. Logan rewarded her answer with a roll of his thumb over her clit. She bowed her back as Zach favored her nipple with his teeth, dragging it upward.

“Nice,” Logan complimented him. “You want top or bottom this time?”

“I want her mouth,” Zach commented. “I want her to swallow every inch of me. If that’s all right with you, ma’am.”