“Yeah, I guess.” Couldn’t argue with comfort when you were fucking your woman, although... “I really liked having sex in your car. That was hot.”
“Oh my God, yes!” she laughed, her eyes widening. “But I’d have to say that sex in that closet at the country club was pretty amazing, too. No, wait, the hotel in Little Italy. That room looked like a wild animal had rampaged through it by the time you’d finished!”
“Wild animal, huh?” I commented, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, well, I think I can improve on that now, baby.”
“Oh, you do, do you?” she replied, her voice sarcastic. “Because I’ve got to tell you, Sebastian, you never ran out of condoms when you were 17.”
“Ouch! Low blow, Ms. Venzi.”
She laughed. “True, though.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll fix that tomorrow and then you won’t be getting any sleep, woman.”
“Heard it all before, Marine, but it ain’t happened yet.”
She lay back down, her fingers roaming across my chest, an innocent action that was turning me on.
“So, who was your first woman, after me, I mean?”
Fuck, what?
“Why do you want to know that?” I asked cagily.
“Just curious.”
“I don’t really want to go there, Caro. It was … a bad time for me.”
She paused, her fingers continuing their soft stroking.
“Okay, I’m sorry. You don’t have to.”
We lay there in silence for several minutes before either of us spoke.
“Will you tell Ches that we’re … back together?” she asked softly.
“Of course I will, Caro. Ches is my brother.”
“He’ll be surprised.”
“Fuck, yes!”
“Do you think he’ll be okay about it? I mean, I’m sure my name would have been dirt with him.”
I could hear the anxiety in her voice. I hadn’t realized how much she cared what Ches would think—and I wasn’t sure why.
“Ches isn’t like that. He was pretty shocked by everything that went down that day at your place, but he knew that what we had was real. He’s my buddy: he’ll be pleased.”
“When are you going to tell him?”
“I hadn’t really thought about it. When are you going to tell your friends about me?”
“Are you kidding?” she laughed. “After your little stunt with Nicole it’ll be hot news in NYC by now. Your photograph will be on screensavers everywhere.”
I couldn’t deny it—hearing that her friends would be talking about me was reassuring.
“Yeah?”
“Oh, don’t be all coy with me, Hunter. You know you’re cute.”
I grinned up at her. “Just as long as you think so.”
“I think you’re devilishly handsome, with the emphasis on ‘devil’.”
“Yeah, well as it happens, Ms. Venzi, I think you’ve got some devil inside you, too.”
“Oh, I’d really like to have some devil inside me right now, Sebastian.”
She was killing me! I sat quickly, pulling her up with me.
“Let’s go.”
She stood and brushed some of the sand from my clothes while I picked up my jacket and the bottle of wine, discreetly rearranging my junk at the same time.
We strolled back to our room, and every now and then I couldn’t resist kissing her hand gently.
But once I’d closed the door to the cabin, I didn’t hold back. Pushing her against the wall, I kissed her hard, one hand roaming across her full, heavy tits, the other working down into her jeans.
“Where’s that fucking condom?” I muttered, my lips against her throat.
“Bedside table,” she gasped.
I strode over and snatched it up, ripping off the foil and unzipping my pants. I’d been hard for the last half an hour and it was getting fucking painful.
“Sebastian, the bed?” she hinted.
“No, here.”
My dick was begging to join the party, weeping with relief when I shoved my jeans over the curve of my ass and rolled the rubber on, wincing when I snapped the latex at the end.
Caro’s zipper went the same way and I lifted her up, my cock rubbing against her.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” I said tightly.
“How?” she gasped, pointing at her jeans trapped around her knees.
“Ah, fuck it!”
I tugged hard but they were caught on her boots. I wasn’t going to wait for her to stop and unlace them, so I stepped over the denim, ignoring the trailing material and rammed into her so hard she cried out. I needed her now, and I knew the way her body was responding she felt the same. My breath was becoming labored as I thrust faster and faster, her fingers gripping into my shoulders, and I was about four seconds from coming so hard that...
And then my goddamn phone rang.
“Oh, fuck!”
“What?” she gasped. “Don’t stop, Sebastian!”
I had no intention of stopping, but I had to take the call whether I wanted to or not.
I carried her to the bed, taking care not to trip over her trailing jeans while we were still joined together, then I pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket.
“Sebastian,” she whimpered.
“Just a minute, baby, I’ve got to take this call. It’s my CO’s ringtone.” I pressed ‘accept’ while she glared at me. “Hunter, sir.”
She huffed quietly against my chest and wriggled on my cock, sending tremors through my body. I gave her a warning stare. I wasn’t going to be able to concentrate if she did that again, but to keep her quiet, I started to move slowly, sliding my dick in and out of her in a way that I knew she loved.
“At last!” my CO snapped. “Are you still in Europe, Hunter?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Geneva?”
“No, Italy, sir.”
I must have thrust too hard, because Caro moaned loudly.
“What’s that noise, Hunter?”
“Um … I’ve just been out for a run.”
“Hmm, keeping in shape then?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good man. So it’s like this: the word’s come down that they want to move up the mission. Operation Moshtorak has just gone to status critical. There’s friction between Quetta and Peshawar and that appears to have reduced the Taliban’s ability to maintain a strong presence in Helmand. We need to capitalize on that. Our contact is Gal Agha. Your job is to find him and bring him in. We have to move fast because now intel says that the local Taliban are making noises and stopping anyone who’s thinking about collaborating with us. It’s imperative we get to Gal Agha first. It’ll be a political coup, but more importantly, it’ll keep the boots on the ground safer if we can make Southern Helmand a no-go area for Taliban recruitment for at least six months. We can’t trust the ANA interpreters, so we need one of our own. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m sorry, Hunter, but all leave is being cancelled and key personnel are being flown out via Ramstein at oh-nine-hundred hours on Thursday. Once you’re in Kabul, you’ll meet up with Captain Ryan Grant of MEU who’s the mission leader, and he’ll give you your orders. This is important, Hunter, so don’t fuck up. I had a helluva job persuading the powers-that-be that you were the man for this job and to overlook what happened in Paris. Don’t make me out to be a liar. I know it doesn’t give you much time to pack up your place in Geneva, but that’s the way it is. I’ll send a staff car to pick you up at oh-six-hundred.”
“I’ll be there.”
He disconnected the call and I threw the phone in the corner. I’d worry about the implications of that conversation later. Right now, I had a mission of my own to think about.
I dropped Caro onto the bed, raising her hips and grinding into her in a way that made her gasp. She threw back her head and I sank my teeth into her nipple, feeling it harden even through her bra and t-shirt.
She screamed my name so loudly, I thought I’d lose hearing in my left ear. Not that I gave a fuck. It was worth it just to hear her coming apart like that. As she clenched around me, I lost it too, my cock swelling as I pumped into her, then collapsed on top of her, my weight pressing her into the mattress.