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It was Monday afternoon and her friend had just broken free of second-grade hell, hoping to catch Ke
Totally healthy.
She wasn’t too proud to admit she’d gone home afterward, rifled through her sock drawer for the perfect vibrator, flipped it to the highest setting and gone to town. Because, holy mother of blow jobs, she hadn’t even been the one receiving pleasure and yet she’d never—never—been hotter in her life. The way Beck had begged, twisted on the bed, yanking on her hair and gasping in such a purely masculine way, she’d shivered the entire time. Not only had lust burned her from head to toe, there had been unmistakable power. Power in being the first for him. However, something beside Beck’s wood had popped up. A…co
But Beck didn’t want to be ignored. A day later and she still felt guilty for leaving. More than guilt, though. She couldn’t shake the intuition she should have stayed.
And done what, Ke
“Oh, um. Hi over there?” Darla hopped off the workbench, clutching Tolkien to her chest. “You can’t think that hard while holding a blow torch. It’s a hazard, and I’m not wearing the appropriate footwear to run from a structural fire.”
Ke
“Don’t make me explain the Internet again.”
Ke
“Nah, they teach gra
They traded an exaggerated smirk. “Okay, fine. I’m done for the day. Disaster averted.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Darla propped her slight hip against Ke
“Against my will.”
“—and today you’ve gone from Sporty Spice to Scary Spice.”
“Jesus. I can’t take the Spice Girls rating system today.” Ke
“What did you do yesterday?”
The water bottle paused in its ascent toward her mouth. Ah, the hell with it. She was too tired from her sleepless night to lie convincingly. Not to mention, her astute friend would get it out of her eventually, so this was merely a timesaver. “Hooked up with a virgin who’d just landed back at base. Started to make him a sandwich, but, uh—”
“Yeah, right.”
“What? I make the dopest sandwiches.”
Darla calmly set down her hardcover book on Ke
“Hey.” Ke
“I’m not alarmed. I’m just surprised.” Darla’s red-painted mouth lifted on one side. “Who was the lucky anomaly, you sly dog?”
“Uh, you sound like a dirty old man.” Ke
“A thing.”
“Yeah.” Ke
“A virgin thing is so not your thing.”
Oh, yes it was. It was so her thing; she couldn’t think about it without contemplating another run for her sock drawer. Big muscled thighs, his voice cracking, not an ounce of male bullshit. Just pure awe and gratefulness…his all-out roar when he came. The way he’d cradled her to his chest afterward like a precious artifact. Damn. No thinking about that, remember?
“Speaking of male company, we need another road trip soon.” Ke
Darla’s face adopted its stern teacher countenance. “On a school night?”
“Come on—”
Ke
“Ke
Her heart sank a little. “Yes, sir.”
That wasn’t a lie, but she’d deserved the question. In the not-so-distant past, the lieutenant general’s phone call would have gone unanswered because she would have been busy getting up to no good. Acting out, her school counselors had said. At the ripe old age of twenty-two, she could look back and agree. Following her parents’ divorce, her mother had moved off base, which had led to Ke
Something miraculous had happened. The invincible lieutenant general had begun to need her. During his recovery, Ke
Ke
It worked for her and no one got hurt.
“Glad to hear it.” Her father broke back into her confidential thoughts, making Ke