Captivated by the Soldier (BWWM Interracial Romance) (9 page)

Bracing her hands against his rock-hard abs, Makayla sank down on his turgid staff with excruciating slowness. It made her start panting through wide open lips as he felt like he was splitting her in two from below. She stared into his face and saw her fevered agony mirrored there in equal measure. He gripped harder on her ass and shoved her more strongly down till she felt the slamming together of their bodies. Fused as one, Makayla started to grind over him, seeking the perfect angle for his cock to pierce her like never before.

His hips rose to meet hers as they picked up a restless rhythm. She knew he loved the way she bounced on him, using her waist, hips and thighs to send him exactly where he wanted to go, and that was deep. Deep enough to make her let out a high-pitched cry each time he slammed some hidden, magical spot within her molten depths.

“You intoxicate me,” Blade said, turning her on even more just by looking deep into her eyes the way that made her heart – and pussy – sing. He had the most mesmerizing, hypnotically beautiful eyes. Like a tempest-tossed sea at midnight. His handsome face was an image of enticement and Makayla couldn’t think of making love to anyone else ever again. Unless they could clone themselves into exact replicas of her gorgeous lover, then she wasn’t biting.

“And you make everything switch on inside me,” Makayla said breathlessly, moving with faster and tighter dips and rolls of her hips.

“Makayla…fuck,” Blade groaned, raising himself off the pillows and seizing her lips roughly, groaning with each thrust of his tongue against hers. Using his powerful arms, he maneuvered into a sitting position as they remained face-to-face, tongues never unlacing, cock still wedged to pussy. He brought her legs to lock around his waist and now Makayla knew she had to keep up the pace and take control over how fast or slow she brought them to the peak.

Head flung back, she glided smoothly up and down his thighs, losing herself in that dark, stirring place that radiated with fierce hunger. She filled herself to the brim with Blade’s throbbing maleness, feeding on his powerful passion. She heard him growl as his hands kneaded her breasts before guiding them to his mouth, sucking hard on them one by one.

Blade and Makayla romped with the familiarity of age-old lovers, bodies merging till it felt like they were made of one heart, one single nerve cell that pounded in expectation of that impeding mutual eruption. As ever, their orgasms were conjoined; Makayla bucking helplessly as Blade now finally ramped upwards to meet her bouncing hips. To her pleasure, Blade sought her gaze as he too, gave in to his spectacular release, sharing the moment with her as their slippery bodies glided together in a seamed dance of destiny.

Chapter Twenty

Blade walked into the noisy bar and at once took notice of a familiar face. He quickly made his way through the press of people to the tall, broad-shouldered man sitting on a bar stool nursing a beer. The man promptly ordered another one and had it waiting by the time Blade was standing next to him.

“Hey, Drake,” Blade said, as both men shook hands firmly.

“I was wondering if you’d show up,” the man said. Drake Hopper was darkly handsome, an eye-catching figure even next to Blade. They’d served in the same elite Special Ops team and were also close friends. Drake however was a few years older, and had the same kind of ‘don’t mess with me’ aura that Blade carried around. One look at them both, with their short hair style, muscle t-shirts and commanding persona and anyone would back away.

“I said I’d show up, so I did,” Blade said with a shrug, accepting the beer with thanks before taking a grateful sip. “Where are the other guys?”

“Tommy got delayed but he’ll be here soon. And Chad just called that he’s on his way,” Drake said, his piercing gray eyes viewing Blade shrewdly. “You okay?”

Blade glanced at his friend, seeing the concern on his face. “Yeah, I’m fine. Better, in fact.”

Blade knew what Drake was talking about. They’d fought the same battles and gone on the same assignments. Their friendship spanned as many years as the one Blade had shared with Thomas. And being a close pal meant that Drake knew about how the stress from warfare had affected Blade like it had many of the other guys coming home from service.

It was true that many of them returned to the everyday world and put whatever had happened behind them. They got on with their normal lives. Blade liked to think he’d moved on pretty well compared to a few other guys he knew of. And yet, in the past he hadn’t been able to hide from Drake the fact that sometimes, he did get those pangs of conscience or whatever anyone liked to call it. But in the last few months since he got back, Blade had been seeing a counselor and on top of that, he had Makayla.

Meeting her had turned his life around and she had no idea how good she’d been for him. Her acceptance and affection was absolute and just being with her had brought on a healing faster than anything else he’d tried.

“Well, you look great,” Drake said approvingly, and Blade nodded his thanks. He knew about Drake being a volunteer helping out with veterans who suffered severe anxiety disorders or other forms of PTSD, from being participants or witnesses in traumatic events whether in Afghanistan, Iraq or any other troubled zone they’d served in.

Drake had certainly been a great friend and confidant to Blade, helping him out with his own issues by giving him a listening ear when Blade needed one. It was always great to talk to someone who’d actually been there and experienced similar events, and wasn’t just some psychiatrist who just couldn’t get it like a fellow special ops ex-member could.

Another great thing about serving in the Army was the brotherhood they’d all forged with their fellow team mates, many of whom had, after several tough assignments, owed their lives to each other.

“So have you made up your mind about the offer?” Drake asked, signaling the bar tender to refresh their drinks.

Blade paused before replying. Drake had been on him for months to join the security outfit Drake had set up with a couple other guys.

“I’m not sure, man,” Blade muttered, shagging his fingers through his hair. “I never pictured myself as the babysitter type. Especially not to some self-obsessed A-lister or over-demanding rock star.”

“Those wouldn’t be the only kind of clients. There’ll be business moguls, political figures, and even health aid personnel working in big charity organizations. It’s not going to be all about ‘babysitting’ rich folk,” Drake said with a grin.

“You’re saying that because you’d be the one dealing with gathering the intelligence and all other administrative aspects, while the rest of us get to be handlers,” Blade retorted, though he was grinning too.

Drake smirked. “Yeah; let’s just say I get pissed off with self-centered rich people too. But the pay is great. I want you in, Blade. Only the best on my team, as always,” he added seriously.

Blade couldn’t deny he’d been seriously considering it. Before he’d moved here, it had been great to think he’d have a job waiting which was right beside his former brothers in arms. But then he’d been worried about taking up another high-risk occupation especially when he planned on being there for Jessica and Jamie. But after Jessica had thrown his offer of marriage back in his face, he’d been telling himself that working in the security business might not be so bad after all. Besides, how risky could it be protecting one moneybag or another?

He certainly needed to get his head on screwed straight, especially now that he was about to propose to Makayla.

That was another thing that was helping to make up his mind. With a steady job he knew he could show her he was more than ready to provide a solid environment for a marriage to thrive. He wanted to make sure he kept her in his life – for good. She didn’t have a clue yet just what an impact she’d made on him since they’d met and he wasn’t about to give that up, ever.

“Well?” Drake pressed, his eyebrow cocking.

Breaking out of his wandering thoughts, Blade turned to Drake, about to answer when something caught his eye just over Drake’s shoulder.

Jessica had walked in, escorted by a tall man with sandy brown hair. He was bulky without looking fat and was good-looking in a mean kind of way. Blade couldn’t help scowling especially when he remembered how Jessica had been acting ever since that night two weeks ago. She’d stopped taking his calls and whenever he came by the house to see Jamie, she was either out or inside pretending not to be home.

He watched as she settled down at a table with her date who quickly ordered drinks. She glanced around idly and then noticed Blade. She froze, eyes widening in shock before it was replaced with consternation. Suddenly, she mumbled something to her date who looked surprised when she immediately rose and exited the bar.

“I’ll be right back,” Blade said to the puzzled Drake, who nodded and watched Blade leave quickly through the front entrance.

Blade caught up with Jessica as she stalked outside, smoking furiously on a cigarette.

He called out her name and she spun around, her eyes flashing when they met his. “What do you want?” she spat.

“Why have you been avoiding me? And who was that guy you were with in there?” was his angry reply. When she huffed and turned away, he took her by the wrist to yank her back to face him when she yelped in pain.

Blade frowned in confusion; he hadn’t grabbed her that hard. The sleeve of her dress fell back from her raised hand, revealing the bruises only barely faded from her slender flesh.

“What the…,” Blade growled in anger, lifting his eyes to hers. “Who did this? Is it that guy in the bar? If it’s him I’m going to fuck him up right now.”

Jessica grabbed his arm as he made to swivel round to return to the interior of the bar. “No! Wait, please. He’s my boyfriend. Don’t touch him. And he didn’t really mean it. We were just…we argued a bit last night…”

“And did that give him the right to wring your arm and give you all these bruises? You call that a boyfriend? Please don’t tell me you allow that piece of scum anywhere near Jamie.”

“Don’t call Vince a piece of scum!” Jessica cried out furiously. “At least he’s there for me. Not like you, so preoccupied with your princess girlfriend ‘Makayla’.”  She said the name with a sneering roll of her head.

“I have been there for you, Jessica. Even though Jamie’s not mine I promised myself I’d do what I can for him because of Thomas. Also because the boy’s innocent and…”

“And I’m not, right?” Jessica said bitterly. “I’m scum just like Vince. That’s why you’d never dream of being with me for real. I’m not your precious Makayla.”

“Why do you keep bringing her up? What has she got to do with this?”

“Because if it wasn’t for her, you’d be with me!” Jessica cried out, her body leaning forward as she all but screeched in his face. “And Jamie would be able to have a real family, a real father. But you don’t care about that anymore, do you? You don’t really care what happens to Jamie. If you did, you’d…” She shook her head, not bothering to finish, her eyes filled with loathing as she viewed Blade. “Just keep your self-righteous concern away from me and my son. We don’t need you.” And with one last glare at him, she stubbed out her cigarette and went back into the bar.

Blade let out a furious sigh, shoving his hands through his hair as he tried to stay calm. He was almost shaking with the need to go back in there and bash that guy Vince to the ground for what he’d done to Jessica. Just thinking that she was with someone like that, and possibly letting Jamie witness domestic violence crap was enough to make Blade see red.

He was in a shitty dilemma and didn’t know what the hell to do because he was scared. Scared of losing Makayla and scared he’d fail in his mission to keep Jamie safe. Like he’d told Jessica, Jamie was the innocent party in all this and Blade would never turn his back on the boy. And Makayla…he could tell she was getting more and more worried about his interaction with Jessica and how it troubled him especially when Jessica had started her new tactic of ignoring and avoiding him.

This is just so fucked up, Blade thought, as he balanced his clenched fists on his hips, standing there on the moon-lit pavement in front of the bar. Now he remembered why he preferred staying out of serious relationships. He’d been wary of having to face something like this. Having to choose. Needing to work out the balance between his self-induced duty to Jamie, and his growing feelings for Makayla. Good god, he adored her. And he loved Jamie. What the heck was he going to do?

He forced himself to return to the present, knowing Drake would be getting worried. Blade was reluctant to go back inside, unsure what he might do if he caught sight of that bastard Vince or whatever his name was. The guy was obviously abusing Jessica in some way even if it was just bullying or using his superior strength unfairly against her if those bruises were anything to go by. How could Jessica put up with that?

Afraid of what he might do, he called Drake on his mobile phone to apologize that he had to go and would talk to him later.

“Is everything okay?” Drake asked worriedly on the line. “The guys will be here any minute. Why’d you go off like that?”

“Something came up,” Blade said, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes tightly for a second. “I can’t talk now but I’ll be fine. And about that offer we discussed…I’ll give you my answer next time, you have my word. It was good seeing you, Drake.”