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Big Dog: A Rough Romance by Delta James – Sample

Chapter One

“Yo, Wyatt, looks like your sister’s weekly cookie package has arrived. Did you ask her to make some of those secret recipe pecan butter cookies?” drawled the tall Virginian, Sawyer Barnes.

“I did. She said this was the last time because they don’t stand up to long distance shipping,” answered Wyatt.

Wyatt Moore picked up the package delivered by mail call as the rest of the men in his unit gathered around him. Sure enough, that was his sister’s handwriting. He looked at the bottom of the package. She must have had some trouble with it. It had been stapled repeatedly and double taped. He took the Gerber Mark II out of his boot and sliced open the lid.

The instant the top was opened, an enormous amount of multicolored glitter exploded from within. Every man in the Delta Force team was covered in the stuff as was the ten feet surrounding them. Shit! They’d just finished detailing the place for inspection. They were shipping out and were expected to leave the barracks ready for the next group.

“What the hell did your sister do that for?” asked Sawyer. “If she didn’t want to make the damn cookies, all she had to do was say no.”

“My sister doesn’t have that kind of skill. But you know who does? One of those EODs we pranked the other day. And my guess would be the pretty blonde with the sparkling eyes.”

“Sparkling eyes?” teased Sawyer, pulling apart the box.

“Yeah, the kind that hide a devious nature. What are you looking for?” asked Wyatt.

“Bad enough she glitter bombs us, but she took our cookies as well,” answered the lean, muscled Virginian.

Wyatt shook his head. “You’re impossible.”

“I told you guys pranking them on the obstacle course was a bad idea,” said one of the other members of the team.

“Give it up, Conrad. You were all in at the time… especially when the blonde with the sparkling eyes came up out of the water looking like the winner in a wet t-shirt contest,” said Sawyer.

Wyatt wasn’t sure why, and knew Sawyer meant nothing by it, but it rankled him that he was talking about her that way. “Nothing to be done about it, guys, we may as well start cleaning up.”

The team went back to work, barely managing to get their barracks back in shape to pass inspection. Several of the guys went to spend a last night with their sweethearts. Having none, Wyatt and Sawyer went to the local watering trough, the SNAFU.

The sun was just going down when they entered the bar. It had been a long, hot afternoon and the cool, dim interior was just what the doctor ordered.

“What’ll it be?” asked Lacy, the bartender.

“Whiskey for me, tequila for the Okie,” answered Sawyer.

“I understand you guys are shipping out tomorrow.”

“Yes, ma’am, at o’dawn thirty. What is it the Army has about the middle of the freakin’ night? What’s wrong with high noon?” drawled Sawyer.

“Since it’s your last night here, everything’s on the house.”

“Hey, Lacy, you can’t do that. We plan to get stupid drunk and eat our weight in wings. We figure we can recover from our hangovers on the transport plane.”

“I don’t care. That’s been the policy of SNAFU since the Vietnam War… any special ops guys shipping out to an in-country locale have their last night here on the house. Take it or get out of the bar. It’s one of Gordy’s few policies that have no wiggle room.”

“Thanks, Lacy. Our usual booth by the dart board is free. Just holler and we’ll come get our food.”

She handed them two bottles and a couple of shot glasses. Wyatt’s eyes widened; apparently Gordy only treated with top-shelf booze. They wandered up to their favorite spot. It was right by a dart board, far enough away from the speakers that you could hear yourself think, and it gave you a clear view of the entire bar. SNAFU catered to armed forces personnel and the civilians who liked to rub shoulders and various other body parts with them.

They sank into the comfortable booth, on opposite sides of the table, both leaning back against the wall so they could semi-sprawl out on the seats.

An intense game of darts was underway. Wyatt recognized one of the guys from the Corps of Engineers. He was a snooty, Ivy League-educated jackass who was lining up his last throw, which he made.

“That’s it, little lady. That makes it my game. Tough luck on your first throw. Sometimes you just can’t recover from that. I believe that’s five hundred bucks you owe me.”

“I do,” said a very feminine voice.

Wyatt perked up. Well, well, well, if it wasn’t the blonde with the sparkling eyes. Sawyer glanced up at Wyatt, raising his brow. It seemed he too had recognized her voice from the day before. She had cussed up a blue streak. Wyatt remembered thinking she had an awfully pretty mouth for such ugly words.

The blonde fanned five hundred-dollar bills in front of him.

“This ought to be good,” said Sawyer, leaning forward.

“What do you mean?” Wyatt asked.

“I think Harvard there is about to be schooled. She ain’t playing with the house darts. Unless I miss my guess, those are custom made.”

“Expensive?”

“Depends on your idea of expensive. A custom-made one can set you back upwards of a grand. My guess is Blondie set him up and is about to reel him in.”

“I slipped when I was about to make my throw,” she said to the engineer.

“Not my problem,” he answered, reaching for the money.

She folded her elbow, pulling the money back by her head. “You can have the five hundred or we can have one more game.”

“Double or nothing?” the engineer sneered.

“I was thinking we could make it more interesting than that…” she said with a wicked smile.

Sawyer leaned across the table to Wyatt and said behind his hand, “Here it comes…”

The blonde leaned forward, giving the engineer a good look down her low-cut blouse at her ample cleavage. The girl had a gorgeous rack.

“What do you say we play for ten times that amount?”

There was a gasp from most of those who were paying attention.

“That’s five grand,” the engineer gulped.

“It is,” she agreed sweetly.

“Come on, Chad,” said one of his friends, “she has yet to beat you.”

“You’ve been on a hot streak,” she said. “I have my money right here. But if you don’t think you can out throw me…”

“That’s bullshit,” sneered the engineer. “You throw like a girl. I’ve got nothing to lose.”

“Well then, we can have a neutral party hold it. Unless you don’t think you can beat me again…”

“Oh, she’s good,” quipped Sawyer.

“Not a snowball’s chance in hell. You only won one game tonight,” said the engineer.

“I’ll sweeten the deal… you can throw first,” she purred.

Having a good first throw could be a deciding factor in a barroom game of darts.

“You got yourself a bet,” said the engineer, scanning the room to see who he thought he could trust with that kind of cash. “Is that you, Barnes?”

“It is,” answered Sawyer.

“Will you hold the bet for us?”

“I’d be honored.”

One of the engineer’s buddies collected the five grand from each of the players and handed it to Sawyer who counted it and pronounced it all there.

The engineer cleared the dart board and stepped back behind the line. Unfortunately, his first throw was off and he missed altogether. There were murmured sounds of support for him as the blonde stepped up to the line.

“Step back, boys,” she said. “I’m going to need a little room.”

She stepped up to the line, took aim, and threw three perfect darts, which seemed to rattle the engineer. The same scenario played out for each leg of the game. The more times the blonde hit her targets, the more reckless and badly the engineer threw. It was over fairly quickly. When she’d made her final throw and was declared the winner, she walked to the board, removed her darts, and put them in the handmade walnut case with a red velvet lining. The smile on her face was definitely mischievous and her eyes were dancing with impish glee. She’d snookered the guy and she didn’t care if he or everyone else in the bar knew.

“You hustled me,” he accused.

The blonde smiled, brushed by him, and walked over to Sawyer and Wyatt’s booth, turning around to give the engineer a devastating smile. “Yes, I did.”

The crowd that had gathered round began to hoot and holler. She extended her hand palm up to Sawyer, who was grinning from ear to ear.

“Well played,” he said.

“Thanks. Those guys from the Corps of Engineers are all a bunch of jackasses and Harvard there is the worst.”

“Can we buy you a drink?” Wyatt offered, the glitter bomb completely forgiven and forgotten.

“No, thanks. I’m here with friends. I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to take this guy down.”

She delicately snatched her money from Sawyer’s hands and went to join her friends, her very fetching backside swaying with a feminine swagger as she did so.

Lacy brought up their wings as the engineer and his buddies gathered their things and left, complaining about being cheated, their bill, and anything else they could think of.

“Not an overly good loser, is he?” asked Sawyer.

“No. I’m a little worried that Mak made such a public mark of him,” said Lacy.

“Mak?” asked Wyatt.

Lacy nodded. “Makenna. She’s an EOD and one of the best darts players I’ve ever seen. They say she paid her tuition hustling darts in Chicago and then decided to join the Army.”

Lacy left them and the two friends destroyed several pounds of wings. Sawyer was making his way through the whiskey bottle when he looked down at Wyatt’s shot glass. Wyatt had been nursing the same drink all night.

“You suddenly have an aversion to tequila?” asked Sawyer.

“No. I’ve been watching Makenna. The group she’s with was primarily women and they’ve all left. She’s all by herself. I’m a little worried about her getting back to base safely with all that cash.”

“I don’t think she’ll leave the bar fanning herself with it.”

“Probably not. But there’s an awful lot of people who know she has it. I want to stick around and make sure she gets to her car safely.”

“You do remember we caught a cab, right? So we could get drunk?”

“I remember. If you want to leave, go ahead. I just want to make sure she’s okay.”

“You’re not thinking of doing something stupid, are you?”

“Like what?” Wyatt asked.

“I don’t know, like charging in as the knight in shining armor to save her? You do remember her little payback present cost us three hours of hard work. I’d started to think we were never going to get that shit cleaned up.” He paused and took a deep breath. “You need help? I can get sober…”

Wyatt grinned. “You have to admit we deserved that, and it was pretty clever. And the day I can’t handle a bunch of pretty-boy engineers, I’ll ask to muster out of Delta Force.”

Sawyer shook his head, downed the last shot of whiskey, and stood up. “Hooah; if you find your way between her thighs, see if she’s got our cookies.”

Wyatt laughed. “If I get between her legs, it won’t be cookies I’m after.”

Sawyer leaned over. “Then you paddle her pretty fanny bright red before you take her for a good ride.” Leaving a fifty-dollar tip on the table, Sawyer left the bar.

Wyatt leaned back and kept watch over Makenna on and off for the rest of the night. He’d gotten caught up talking to a couple of other Delta Force guys when he realized Makenna was no longer in the bar. He sat up, threw down a tip, and headed back to the bar.

“Lacy, is Makenna still here?”

“No, hon. She left about five minutes ago.”

“Shit,” he said under his breath.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, I just want to make sure she got back to base. There were a lot of people who knew she had a bunch of money. Did she take a cab?”

“No, she’s got a vintage Corvette. We let her park in the employee lot in the back.”

Wyatt thanked her and rushed out the back door. While the customer parking lot was well lit and had security cameras everywhere, the employee parking lot didn’t. He stepped out of the bar, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dark. The sounds of a scuffle caught his attention.

“That’s my money, you bitch,” said the engineer.

“It was your money; now, it’s mine. I won that game fair and square.”

“You hustled me. I ought to call the cops.”

“Go ahead. There’s nothing illegal about what I did. If you’re too stupid and too greedy to figure out you were being played, that’s on you.”

Wyatt crept up on them. No need alerting them to his presence until he had a chance to scope out the situation. Makenna’s voice hadn’t sounded all that distressed, so he figured he had time.

He found them in the one puddle of moonlight. Wyatt could see well enough to see she was surrounded by five guys, including the one she’d hustled. She had her feet firmly planted about shoulder width apart. She was ready to defend herself.

Even though the guys around her were engineers, they’d still had to have basic training, including hand-to-hand combat skills. As Harvard made a dash for her, Makenna stepped back, letting his inertia carry him past her as she kicked him in the ass. Good for a laugh, but she should have taken the bastard out at the knees and down hard enough that he didn’t get back up quickly. His friends moved in… so did Wyatt.

Mak tried to stifle a laugh as the engineer stumbled and almost face-planted in a pothole. She barely had time to hear the others rushing her as she spun back around to defend herself. She didn’t much like her odds with these guys—they were big, mean, and drunk. She opened her mouth to scream when one of them grabbed her from behind, stuffing a dirty rag in her mouth. One of Harvard’s buddies stepped up and ripped open her blouse, withdrawing a knife and slicing open the front of her bra, allowing her breasts to tumble free.

“Nice rack,” he said lasciviously.

She heard a war cry and then the sound of crunching gravel as someone charged. She didn’t have time to identify who it was. She flung her head back, cracking the nose of the guy holding her and kneeing the guy who’d bared her boobs. Asshole. That was one of her favorite bras.

Knives were pulled, their blades catching and reflecting in the moonlight. She heard a swoosh and then something warm and wet splattered across her face. The copper smell told her it was blood. She spotted the Delta Force guy who’d watched her take down Harvard. Damn, that man was fine. Bulging muscles that moved with power and grace. Fists flew, bones broke, cartilage snapped, and more blood spurted everywhere. She mostly ducked blows and tried to stay out of the Delta Force guy’s way. He seemed to have the situation well in hand.

The once silent night had come aloud with the sounds of battle. Men screaming, breathing hard, and fists connecting with their targets. Someone inside must have heard as the back door was flung open and she could hear the bouncers cry out as they rushed toward them.

Somebody grabbed her. She spit the rag out of her mouth, leaned down, and bit the hand that was restraining her. That made him release her with that hand, but before she could turn her attention to his other one, the first one swatted her backside with considerable force.

“Knock it off, Makenna. I’m on your side,” said the man holding her.

Recognizing his voice, she allowed herself to sag against him, shaking and trying to catch her breath. She hadn’t realized how frightened she’d been until now when she was safe.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

As the bouncers reached them, Harvard and his buddies cut and ran, jumping into a flashy acid green Jeep. One of the bouncers took out his cell phone and snapped a picture of the retreating license plate. The man holding her removed his shirt and wrapped it around her.

“You guys okay?” said the head of the security team for the club. He shined a light at them. “Jesus, Mak, you’ve got blood all over you. I thought I told you to have one of us walk you out.”

“I’m pretty sure the blood isn’t mine and I’m not very good at doing what I’m told,” she replied weakly.

“Not to worry. We got a pretty good look at them and Charlie got a picture of their license plate.”

“It was Harvard… he’s with the Corps of Engineers,” said Mak.

“I don’t want to get the cops involved. We can file a report with the MPs. They’ll do more about it than the local yokels,” said Wyatt.

“If you’re sure. I can get you a cab.”

“No need. I’ve got my car. I’ll see that Wyatt gets back to base.”

They thanked the men from SNAFU for their assistance and got into her car—a cobalt blue 1967 Corvette convertible. She started it up and started to pull out of the parking lot’s driveway.

“Other direction,” said Wyatt.

“They must have hit you over the head. Turn left to go to the base.”

“Yeah, but the closest drive-through ATM is two blocks to the right. I think you ought to get rid of that cash,” he rumbled in an angry tone.

What the hell was he pissed off at her about? It wasn’t her fault he came barging in. Granted, he’d probably kept her from getting hurt or worse, but still. Instead of berating him for snarling at her, she merely nodded. “You’re probably right. By the way, thanks for your help back there.”

“You’re welcome and we both know I’m right about the money. You should have had one of the bouncers walk you to your car. That was just reckless and stupid.”

“Don’t call me stupid.”

“I didn’t. I said what you did was stupid.”

Mak ignored him, drove to the ATM, and deposited the cash, before turning to him. “What’s put a bee up your bonnet? I’m sorry if you got hurt, but nobody asked you to play hero.”

“The bouncer told you to get an escort and you just left by yourself, going into a dark, deserted parking lot with ten grand?”

“I can take care of myse…” She stopped as she realized he’d been cut in several places. “Jesus, you’re bleeding all over the place.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll pay to get your car detailed. Just take me back to base.”

“I’m not worried about my damn car. I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“No. I don’t want a record of it…”

“There’s going to be a record when we tell the MPs,” she said.

“I just told the bouncers that to keep them from calling the cops…”

“I’m not about to let those assholes get away with what they did. Much as I hate to admit it, I’m not sure I could have handled them by myself and they were starting to think about more than just robbing me.”

“Yeah, they were, but you don’t want that on your record either. I’ll spread the word around the base with the other units. They’ll make sure Harvard and his buddies think twice about assaulting a woman again.”

She drove away from the bank, once more turning away from the base.

“You’re going the wrong way,” he said.

“No, I’m not. I’m headed to my place. I have a loft down by the river. I went to nursing school before I became an EOD. I can clean those cuts and even stitch them up if you need.”

Wyatt expelled a long sigh and leaned back. “Thanks, I’d appreciate it.”

Mak sped through the mostly deserted streets, turning down into the secure parking lot of the old sugar factory where her loft was located. She led him to her corner unit, turning on lights as they entered, revealing a large open concept home with high ceilings, exposed ducting, and brickwork.

“Go ahead and sit down at the kitchen table. That’s the best light. I’ll get my first aid kit. Beer is in the fridge and there’s some tequila over the sink.”

She came back from the master bath in her bare feet to find him sitting at the table, a pale ale open in front of him. Putting the first aid kit and a clean washcloth on the table, she turned to get a bowl of warm water. She pulled up a chair next to him and used a pair of scissors to cut away his bloodied tank-style undershirt. The guy was ripped—broad shoulders, powerful pecs, sculpted abs. He was gorgeous.

“You might want to down that ale; some of these are going to need stitching, I have some lidocaine, which will dull some of the pain, but it won’t kill all of it,” she said, starting to clean the cuts, marveling that he didn’t even wince. “Don’t you feel that?”

“The trick isn’t in not feeling it; the trick is in not minding it.”

Mak shook her head. “God save me from you special ops guys.”

She put several stiches in him to close the cuts from the knife fight.

“Before you dis special ops guys, you might want to remember that it was this special ops guy who saved your cute little butt tonight.”

“I was doing just fine before you barged in,” she said, dabbing the wounds with antiseptic before bandaging them.

“I could see that, what with your tits hanging out and all.” He reached out and traced his fingers down the valley of her breasts. “It would have been a shame to see anything happen to these beauties or your gorgeous ass.”

It wasn’t that he’d called her on her shit. It wasn’t even that he’d put his hands on her… it was the way her arousal spiked when he did so. She had to admit she was a sucker for big brawny guys who didn’t go around beating their chests, but just took charge. No, she wasn’t going down that road. She’d read one too many romance novels where the confident, self-sufficient career woman gave it all up for some more muscles than brains guy. Mak brought her arm back and down in a short arc, slapping him.

She wasn’t sure who was more surprised… him or her.

Chapter Two

They stared at each other without saying a word.

“You nasty-tempered brat,” growled Wyatt.

That wasn’t the b-word she’d been expecting.

“I was going to let the glitter bomb go. I was going to give you a pass on hustling somebody you don’t know anything about…” he scolded.

“I’ve been hustling guys like that since I was twelve.”

“Ivy League boys with daddies with enough money to buy them out of just about everything? And when one judge decided not to turn a blind eye and gave him the choice of the Army or prison, Daddy bought his way into the engineering corps to try and keep Junior off the front line. Harvard’s a nasty piece of work, Makenna. Trust me, he and his buddies were never just going to rob you. You’d be lucky if they’d left you alive to tell the tale.”

She felt the blood leave her face. She’d had no idea.

He let that sink in before continuing, “Then you go out into a dark, deserted parking lot with ten grand that everybody and their brother knows you have, evading an escort that would have kept you safe and me from getting cut up…”

“I didn’t ask for your help…”

“Nope, but I’m a dom and we don’t watch while little girls get themselves hurt because of their own foolishness.”

“A dom?” she asked, even though she knew the term.

Her preferred romance novels these days dealt with BDSM. When her favorite author had turned from straight-up romantic suspense and had started putting BDSM scenes in her novels, she’d hated it. But little by little it began to fascinate her, and she’d started doing some research. Now, some of her masturbatory fantasies involved some of the scenes she read about and she’d actually thought about trying to locate a club that catered to the lifestyle.

His hand snaked out, pulling her from the chair opposite him and tossing her over his muscular thighs. She could feel his hard length pressing into her belly… and it felt huge. He wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her up so he could strip her leggings down and off her completely, before settling her back down across his lap, pinning her in place with one hand and resting his other on her upturned globes.

Shit, was he really going to do this? Was he really going to use that strong hand on her bare backside to spank her? Every part of her body went on high alert. But was it fear or arousal? She could feel her nipples beading up… yep, it was arousal.

She barely recognized that his hand had left her ass before it came crashing down, the sound seeming to echo throughout her loft. Pain flared, but the rest of her body lit up with desire. She felt the slightest uptick of air as he raised his hand and brought it back down. Christ, that hurt and she yowled.

Mak reached back to try to protect her bottom. He caught her wrists and pinned them in the small of her back, keeping her in place and her backside unprotected. He raised his hand again and brought it back down, smacking her ass and sending a sweet flash of fire not only from where his hand landed, but radiating outward and flowing into the deepest part of her femininity.

“You could have gotten me hurt or killed as well as yourself. What the hell were you thinking?” he snarled as he rained hellfire all across her buttocks, landing strike after strike… never once hitting the same place, but overlapping each one just the tiniest bit.

Mak kicked her feet and tried to wriggle off his lap. When she’d read about spankings in the novels, they all sounded sexy and fun. This hurt. Sure, arousal was surging through her system, but every time his hand landed, pain blossomed exponentially. At first, her body was stiff, but as he established a rhythm, she began to embrace the ache and allowed it to wash over her, enhancing her desire and oddly making her relax. His hard length, what felt like a monstrous cock, throbbed in sweet harmony to the tattoo from his hand.

“Do you have any idea how long it took my unit to clean up that mess from your little glitter bomb? And don’t bother to deny it, I know it was you,” he said as he continued to spank her.

She didn’t think she liked the pain, but what it represented shook her to her core. Over and over he spanked her, ensuring every part of her ass was covered. As a kind of peaceful emptiness washed over her, she began to understand why some women incorporated this into their lives and why they loved the men who were so able to provide it.

She wasn’t afraid of Wyatt, there was no real rancor in the act, simply determination to hold her accountable for what she now admitted was foolishness on her part. Mak gave over not so much to the pain, but to the connection she could feel flowing between them. Tears began to fall as if a floodgate had been opened. All the negative feelings and fear she kept deep inside seemed to release and start healing themselves.

Finally, he stopped; she wasn’t sure if she was glad about that or not.

“That was stupid and foolish… wasn’t it?” he growled, rubbing her ass, not so much to soothe she thought as to arouse.

If the latter was his goal, he was doing an outstanding job. Desire swirled in her belly and spread outward. Her nipples were hard, her clit was swollen, and she worried she was about to start leaking onto his leg.

Wyatt’s hand gently squeezed each of her globes before he trailed his finger down the cleft of her ass and slipped his hand between her legs. Mak blushed with mortification. He would now have evidence of just how arousing she’d found his discipline.

“Yes… Sir.” Mak knew doms like to be called sir… at least the ones in her books did.

“You’re going to call SNAFU in the morning and apologize for the trouble you caused.”

“I didn’t…”

Her protest was cut off as Wyatt slapped her ass another three times. “What?” he growled.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now you apologize to me and thank me for punishing you.”

“The fuck I will,” she hissed.

“Wrong answer, Makenna,” he said, smacking her ass three more times before fisting her hair, standing and dragging her over to the antique chesterfield sofa.

He all but tossed her over the back of the sofa and stepped between her legs. He paused as if waiting for something from her. She couldn’t bear to admit what she wanted, but the thought of him leaving her like this—raw and wanting—was not something she could live with. Need clawed at her and not just relief, but release from this man. Saying nothing, she spread her legs in silent invitation.

The zipper of his fly was drawn down. Why had she never noticed what a distinctive sound that was? She felt the broad head of his cock part her swollen labia. She inhaled sharply and couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped her lips as he started to breach her with it. He was enormous and he stretched her opening as he foraged just inside her before pulling back and then pressing back in.

Wyatt worked his cock into her carefully, thrusting in small motions, a bit deeper each time. Over and over he retreated, only to push back in, gaining ground with each stroke. Mak forced herself to relax to take what he offered, both in pleasure and domination.

“Please, Sir…”

That seemed to be all he needed. His hands grasped her hips to steady her and he surged forward, driving home until he reached the end of her sheath. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath, but it was expelled as a powerful orgasm seized her body and made her shudder, her pussy contracting all up and down his length. His cock throbbed as he held himself still, allowing her to come back down and her body to adjust in order to accommodate him.

“Good girl,” he crooned as he began to thrust rhythmically, drawing almost all the way out before driving back in.

As with the spanking, he established a strong and steady cadence—in and out; forward and back. Her greedy pussy sucked at his cock, trying to keep him inside. The friction his size caused as he scraped her cunt was something she’d never experienced. It was as if she could feel every inch of him everywhere in her nether region. She wanted to undulate her pelvis in time and tempo with his, but his grip on her hips kept her from moving.

“You take what I give you,” he snarled, his tone no longer angry, but filled with lust.

Her nipples were so hard they ached. She reached up to play with them and he released her hip with one hand, just long enough to slap her painful bottom.

“What did I just tell you? You don’t get to touch yourself, Makenna. When I fuck you, I’m in charge. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she cried as she climaxed again.

“That’s better,” he said as he began driving into her harder, deeper.

She’d never been fucked… no, it was more than that. She’d never been possessed by a man the way Wyatt was doing. He was fucking her so roughly, so thoroughly that she couldn’t think. She didn’t want to think. She just wanted to be in this one moment with this man. His hips slammed into her bruised bottom as over and over he slammed into her.

She came a third time calling his name. That seemed to release something inside him. He began pounding into her harder and faster. Her arousal surged once more and spread throughout her system anticipating his climax. With a strangled cry, her orgasm played out in sweet harmony to his. He held her and ground the cradle of his hips into her punished backside and began pumping his seed into her as he shuddered.

It seemed to go on for the longest time before he collapsed on top of her. Mak lay perfectly still, content to let his body press her down. She’d never much cared for being underneath the weight of a man, but this somehow felt right. Slowly, Wyatt seemed to catch his breath before he dragged his cock from her ravaged body. Not knowing what to do, Mak just laid there.

Wyatt scooped her up, cradling her against his chest.

“Where’s your bed?” he said gruffly.

She didn’t think she could find words, so she pointed toward it. He carried her into the bedroom, setting her on her feet and removing the remainder of her clothes, before pulling back the covers and slipping her beneath them.

Mortification washed over her. She’d just let some guy she barely knew spank and fuck her and now he was crawling into bed with her.

“Move over, Makenna.”

“Mak,” she corrected.

He shook his head. “Makenna.”

“I don’t think…”

“Finish that and I’ll put you back over my knee for another ten… is that what you want?”

“No, Sir.”

“Good girl, now shove over.”

She did and he slid under the covers next to her, pulling her close so he could spoon his front to her back. He nuzzled her neck and draped his arm over her waist, allowing his hand to cup her mons.

She heard the sound of his breathing change to a deep and steady rhythm. She tried to move away from him, but he tightened his arm, settling her back against him. Seeing no other choice but telling him to leave, she lay there. She didn’t want to tell him to leave—one because she wanted him to stay and two because she didn’t think he’d react well to it. Mak tried telling herself that it was the latter that kept her from speaking, but she knew that wasn’t the truth. She liked feeling his warmth spooned against her… she liked it a lot.

Twice during the night Wyatt woke her up to fuck. The first time, he rolled her to her back, gently waking her with kisses rained all over her face and throat before suckling her nipples into painful, pebbled arousal. He had used his hands to soothe them as his mouth came up to claim hers. She realized in passing it was the first time he’d kissed her.

This was no delicate pressing of his lips against hers, no awkward thrusting of his tongue casting about in her mouth; no, he ran his tongue along her bottom lip, enticing her to soften her mouth and let him in. When her lips parted, he took command, thrusting his tongue past her teeth and sliding it along hers, seducing and inviting her to do the same. When he’d left her mouth, he whispered kisses down her jawline and throat before once again cupping her breasts and paying homage to them.

He sucked each areola into his mouth before flicking her nipple with his tongue and gently biting the pebbled tip. She sucked in her breath at the brief pain before he soothed the offended point with his mouth and then moved on to the other one. Each time he changed breasts, his hand would come up to play with the one he didn’t have in his mouth, before his lips trailed kisses back to the other. Her hips began to gently undulate in invitation and he stopped.

“What did I tell you about who’s in charge when we fuck?” he rumbled.

“You are, Sir. I’m sorry. This is very new for me.”

“Really?” he said, rolling between her legs and settling there with his elbows on either side of her waist.

“Really,” she admitted, casting her eyes down.

“Look at me, Makenna,” he said. She raised her head to lock her gaze with his. “I am honored you let me be the first. You were made to submit to a dom, sweetheart. You took your spanking really well and I’ve never wanted anyone the way I wanted you last night… or now.”

He dragged himself up her body, breaching her and driving home in one powerful surge that left her breathless and climaxing just from his possession. He cupped her ass gently in his hands as he began to thrust in and out of her… gently at first, but then with more fire and passion until she was screaming his name and clawing at his back. As her nails dug into his flesh, he chuckled as he continued to hammer her pussy.

This time when he came, she watched as his face contorted with pleasure and felt ropes of his creamy essence spurt into her sheath, bathing the bruised walls of her pussy.

The second time, he’d simply nudged her onto her belly, drawn her up on her knees, knelt behind her, and fucked her without any preliminaries. She’d come twice before she was really even awake enough to know what was going on.

“Just so you know, you are the most fuckable woman I’ve ever been with. You hook up with me or any other dom and you’ll never get a full, uninterrupted night of sleep again.”

He held her, not allowing her to move as he pounded into her. Each time she tried to rise and establish at least some token of equality, he released her hip, swatted her ass, and pressed on the nape of her neck until she yielded and lowered her torso onto the mattress.

After he finished, he patted her bottom and rubbed her back before flinging himself down beside her and pulling her close. Before she could say a word, he was fast asleep.

When she woke in the morning, he was gone. Sunlight streamed through the old factory windows, but inside felt more like a cloudy day. There had been something surreal in their encounter the night before. No doubt it wouldn’t have survived the dawn. She went to pull on the t-shirt and athletic shorts she normally slept in. As the soft material touched her well-punished backside, she jerked them off and ran into her bath, turning her butt to the mirror and raising the tee. Her ass was still a rosy shade of pink and ached like there was no tomorrow. Now that she thought of it, so did her pussy. She hadn’t been intimate with a man in a long while, and she had never been fucked that thoroughly.

Tears welled in her eyes and she collapsed against the vanity. The second her butt touched the cold, hard granite, she yelped and thanked God she didn’t have to report back to the base for a couple of days. She moved from her bedroom out to her open space that contained her living and dining rooms as well as her kitchen and the door to the half bath.

She saw the note perched on the coffeepot.

Makenna,

Last night was incredible. I should never have let it happen. I say that only because we’re shipping out this morning. I probably should have woken you up, but I know I was pretty hard on you last night and knew you’d most likely be sore.

I don’t know how long we’ll be deployed or even where we’re going. It’s not fair of me to ask you to wait when I don’t know when I’ll be back or even if I’ll make it out alive. They tend to send us to some pretty gnarly places.

So think of me as a bastard or a rotten sonofabitch, but know I would have given anything to have met you in a different time and place. Find yourself a good dom—one who will give you his love as well as his discipline. You deserve nothing less. Please take care of yourself and don’t give in to your foolish, headstrong ways.

Wyatt

She stared at the note. Find herself a good dom? One spanking followed by an incredible night of sex did not make her a submissive… or did it? Mak walked over to her gas stove, held the note over the open flame until it caught fire, tossing the last bit of it into her stainless-steel sink. Once it was nothing more than ash, she washed it down the drain.

Makenna would never know how long he’d stood there contemplating the cost of leaving her. If his unit hadn’t been shipping out this morning or there had been a way to avoid being deployed, he might have found a way to stay with her. He’d never wanted anything as much as he’d wanted to stay, but there was no way around it. It wasn’t fair to ask her to wait for some indeterminable time for him to return to her.

He barely made it to the transport plane. Sawyer had saved him a seat.

“Where the fuck were you?” Sawyer had hissed quietly. “We had to play all kinds of games so they didn’t realize you were gone.”

“Let it be, Sawyer, but thanks for covering for me.”

“Thanks for covering for me, but you’re not going to tell me… oh, no, tell me you didn’t…”

Wyatt said nothing.

“Holy shit, Wyatt. What’s wrong with you?”

“I didn’t plan it. Like I said, let it be.”

“What happened? I know word’s spreading that Harvard needs to get booted… several of our guys said they’d see to it, although Spaulding wasn’t happy to get your call this morning.”

“We weren’t going to be here to see to it, and I need to make sure Makenna will be safe.”

“Makenna? That’s her name? The girl with blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes?”

“Yep, that’s her. I stuck around to make sure she and that money got home safely.”

“And what she dragged you back to her place and forced herself on you?”

“It wasn’t like that, Sawyer… not at all.”

Sawyer sat back and examined his friend’s face through bleary, hungover eyes.

“What happened?” Sawyer asked a bit more gently.

“She was parked out in that dark back lot. Harvard and his buddies were waiting for her.”

“Why didn’t one of the bouncers escort her out? Jesus, isn’t making sure the customers are safe part of their job?”

“Not their fault; Makenna just slipped out without telling anyone. By the time I got there, they’d ripped open her blouse and taken a knife to her bra. Those bastards were going to rape her.”

“So that didn’t happen. Is that when you took her home and somehow your cock just ended up inside her pussy?”

Wyatt shook his head. “Oh, no, so much worse… and so much better.”

Sawyer chucked him upside the head. “Don’t make me play twenty questions with you. What the hell happened?”

“I got to her in time. I tell you what, she can fight. They would have overpowered her, but they wouldn’t have walked away unscathed.”

“They would have killed her,” Sawyer said flatly, but with a mean gleam in his eyes.

Wyatt nodded. “I know. I got cut up and she took me home to stitch me up so there wouldn’t be a record. It was fine and then I got to thinking about the glitter bomb, and her hustling some guy she didn’t know and slipping out without getting one of the bouncers and…”

“Holy shit! You dumb sonofabitch.”

“Yeah, but it gets so much worse.”

“You slept with her? Well, she’s old enough…” Wyatt just looked at Sawyer, saying nothing. “Oh, fuck, you didn’t…”

“Oh, but I did. I got pissed; she got bratty and my dom side just came out.”

Sawyer lowered his voice. “Please tell me you didn’t spank her.” Silence. “Jesus, if she brings charges, they’ll toss you out with a dishonorable discharge.”

“She won’t bring charges.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yeah,” said Wyatt with quiet conviction, “I do.”

“What happened?”

“I put her over my knee and spanked her ass silly.”

“Sounds like she deserved it.”

“But Wyatt, it was her first time and God, she took it so well and responded so beautifully.”

Sawyer rolled his eyes. “I do not want to hear this.”

“She was soaked… not just wet, drenched. She smelled so sweet and she was damn near in subspace and I took advantage of her. I put over the back of her couch and fucked her… hard. And she took it. She came multiple times. It was amazing.”

Sawyer said nothing but waited.

“I couldn’t just leave her…” started Wyatt.

“Not only could you, you should have… You were with her all night, weren’t you?”

Wyatt took a deep breath. “I put her to bed, crawled in beside her, and thought I’d sleep a while and then talk to her about what happened. Instead when I woke up, she was so soft and warm. She was curled up right next to me.”

“You really are a bastard, you know that?”

“I know. But she was amazing. Nothing ever felt more right than sliding my cock deep inside her.”

“Both times?” asked Sawyer.

Wyatt raised his hand, showing three fingers.

“Did you ever talk to her?” groaned Sawyer.

Wyatt shook his head. “By the last time I woke up, there wasn’t enough time… so I left her a note.”

“A note? You’ll be lucky if the next bomb she sends you doesn’t contain a nuclear payload.”

“I know. Want to know the worst part?”

Sawyer laid his hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “I already know. It’s written all over your face. She was the one.”

“Yep, and I fucked it all to hell. I will never get another shot at Makenna.”

“I’m so sorry, buddy. Look on the bright side… maybe we’ll get killed.”

Wyatt laughed. “My luck hasn’t been that good.”

He leaned back and closed his eyes. The rest of the transport was made in silence. It would be a long time before Wyatt’s path would cross hers again.

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