High Octane Heroes (2 page)

 

His balls tightened.

Glancing down at her hand on his knee, fingers splayed across his thigh, Tony gritted his teeth when she began prodding softly against his muscle, presumably looking for injuries. He tensed and caught her hand in his before her touch could wander farther.

“I’m fine, Sergeant.” His voice was low and demanding. If she continued to touch him, even in a clinical, nonsexual way, he didn’t think he could refrain from touching her back. Holding her gaze, he imagined her leaning forward, those pouty pink lips parting, her tongue darting toward the head of his cock. His dick stirred.

She held his gaze for a moment, and Tony wondered if she saw the desire in his eyes. She arched a slender blonde eyebrow, blue eyes searching his. He kept his gaze on her as she nodded once and moved to her own seat. Watching Laura, he thought of things he wanted to do to her, the ways he wanted to take her. He closed his eyes, letting his mind wander to sinful fantasies. His cock hardened; his balls grew painfully tight. Gritting his teeth, he looked out the back of the truck, watching the desert stretch endlessly into the distance. So long as he didn’t meet her eyes, then maybe his case of blue balls would go away.

He doubted it.

The ride back to camp was blessedly uneventful, only the sound of the soldiers’ gear jostling and Briggs’s occasional groans of pain breaking the silence. It was good to be in civilization. Or as close to civilization as base got, anyway.

Laura spared him a quick glance as she was rushed toward the hospital unit. Of course she’d want to check on the soldier she’d been treating.

Damn it.

He’d meant to pull her aside and ask her when she’d have a spare moment for a quick fuck.

Tony didn’t mind rubbing one off, but the thought of thrusting his cock into her wet pussy was a hundred times more enticing than a bottle of lotion and his right hand.

Someone ahead of him barked orders. Thoughts of Laura pushed aside, he stood at attention with the rest of the men
from the truck. He knew the routine. They would be sent to the hospital unit to be checked for injuries. The thought brought a smile to his lips. Maybe he could find Laura and ask her about a rendezvous after all.

At the hospital, Tony was ushered into a room. After a long wait a medic came in, checked him for injuries and left. He sighed and sank down on the bed. He wondered how long it would take for the doc to come back and clear him to leave. He wanted to find Laura.

She found him first.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, entering his room.

“Tired, but I’ll live. A few cuts and a couple of bruises.” He estimated that it had been almost five hours since he had pulled Laura out of that nightmare. Since the grenade had been thrown. It was a miracle they’d escaped with only minor injuries. “You?”

She smiled, her blue eyes softening. Her hand was cool and smooth as she placed it over his. “I’m fine. A little sore but nothing a little R&R can’t cure.” Laura cleared her throat, her hand withdrawing.

Tony watched as her features changed. The small, secretive smile becoming a thin, tight line. He recognized the change. She wasn’t Laura, the woman he was sleeping with. She was Sergeant Hayes, the combat medic checking in on the soldiers she’d treated in the field. Though she hadn’t treated him, he was glad to see her. She’d showered, and he was envious. Her face was fresh and clean, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. She’d changed out of her ACUs and into a pair of green scrubs. The thin cotton material hinted at her feminine curves. He knew she was tanned and toned with a neatly trimmed nest of dark gold curls at the apex of her thighs.

He watched as she flipped through his chart—everyone
in the truck had been admitted to the hospital to ensure no serious, hidden physical damage had been done. He thought it was stupid, but even he couldn’t go against a doctor’s orders.

“Doc says you’re free to go,” she said, setting the clipboard down at the foot of the bed.

He stood, gaze darting toward the door of his room. She had closed it. Good. Clever girl. His earlier fantasies clouded his mind. He had to have her.

He looked back to Laura. “Sergeant Hayes.”

“Yes, Staff Sergeant?” she asked, pressing her lips together.

Was she hiding a smile?

“When can I see you?” Straight and to the point. No bullshitting with Laura. She didn’t like small talk any more than he did. He liked that about her.

“You’re seeing me right now, Staff Sergeant.”

She was teasing him.

He took two steps, crossing the short distance between them. The faint scent of Ivory soap and shampoo taunted him. Tantalized him with fantasies of tasting her clean skin. Her gaze lifted, looking up at him from beneath dark lashes.

With one hand, he cupped the nape of her neck, wishing her hair was loose and he could tangle his fingers in the silky tresses. His lips descended on hers, the kiss rough and ravenous.

She backed into the wall with a gasp, her tongue probing his.

His cock was rock hard in seconds. With his free hand, he grasped her breast, massaging it with his fingers.

“Tony,” she whispered between kisses. “Not here, Tony.”

With a growl and a string of muttered curses, he pulled his mouth away from hers and stepped back. She was right. He was a higher rank, and their relationship could be seen as fraternization. Neither he nor Laura wanted to deal with the paperwork that came with wanting to reveal their relationship. They’d
agreed to keep their meetings secret. Fucking on a hospital bed was out of the question.

 

He was insatiable. She loved that about him.

Her lips tingled, remembering the feel of his mouth on hers, hot and hungry.

If the door had a lock she might have let him take her right then and there. But the hospital was too risky. Although they were technically within their rights to pursue a relationship, the military was funny about such things. Sexual relationships on deployments were frowned upon. To avoid the headache, she and Tony shared many stolen kisses and quickies in closets.

However, the aching need building between her legs told Laura that a quickie wasn’t going to cut it. Not this time.

“Are they really making you work so soon after?” he asked in that gruff masculine voice of his.

She shook her head. “No, of course not. I was debriefed and given a ninety-six. I really wanted a shower and the hospital is closer than my barracks. Plus,” she added, her gaze falling to his lips briefly, “I wanted to see you.”

A half-truth. She’d wanted to check on her wounded soldier, first. The doctors had saved his leg and the soldier had thanked her. It was only after checking on him that she thought to find Tony.

“Laura,” Tony groaned, his voice ragged.

“I know,” she said quietly. The ache was a dull throb, still demanding the feel of his hard shaft and the sweet relief of an orgasm.

“Meet me at my barracks in two hours.”

She blinked. Their base had more amenities than most, and Tony shared his room with one other soldier. Even if he could manage time in his room alone, there was no
good
reason for
a female to be wandering around an all-male barracks. The harassment and mortification of other men whistling and catcalling wouldn’t bother her, but if anyone recognized her or saw her slip into Tony’s room alone…

Getting caught could put both their careers in jeopardy.

“Find an excuse,” he told her before she could protest. “Lab results. X-rays. Anything.”

“But Tony, if we’re caught…”

He closed the gap between them in a long stride. His lips fell on hers, rough and insistent, stealing her breath. His body was hard and all muscle, and the feel of him against her, coupled with his kiss, only fanned the fire between her legs. When he pulled away, she panted for breath.

“Two hours,” he repeated as he walked away from her to exit the hospital room. “Find an excuse.”

His eyes glittered darkly and for a moment, Laura wondered what would happen if she didn’t show up.

“And if I can’t?” she asked, her voice a breathy whisper.

He smirked. “Then I’ll come to your room and fuck your brains out.”

He left then, closing the door with a soft click behind him. He wouldn’t come to her room, not really, she thought. Not when she shared a room with five other women. But then again, she’d never seen Tony quite so aroused. Yet, it was a scintillating thought, and the risk of going to his barracks only heightened her own arousal.

She took a few moments to compose herself before leaving the room. She had two hours to come up with an excuse to be at his barracks. It took an hour before she came up with something. She couldn’t take real lab results or X-rays, but she could make copies of the ones used for training purposes.

Fifteen minutes before her two hours were up, she strode
into the all-male barracks in green scrubs and a white lab coat she’d commandeered. A brown folder was tucked under her arm stuffed with fake medical reports. Tony was sitting at the duty desk, freshly showered and clean shaven.

“Where—” she began, wanting to ask where the actual duty officer was.

“Taking a piss,” he said, slipping a small gold key into her hand. “Down the hall, second door on the right. Quick.”

She darted down the hall and entered his room. This room, like all the others, she suspected, was simple: a toilet and sink, two closets, two desks and two neatly made beds.

She jumped as the door opened a few minutes later.

“Just me,” Tony teased.

She sighed. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sounds like you need to relax,” he commented, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him. The fake file fell from her arm, pages scattering at their feet.

“Your roommate?”

“Gone for the next few hours. Grabbing chow, calling his family.”

He kissed her. Unlike before, this kiss was soft and sensual.

Her shoulders fell, her body relaxing in his arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she parted her lips, her tongue dancing against his as the kiss deepened. Slowly, he led her toward his bed, his lips moving from her lips to her jaw and to the sweet spot just below her ear.

Pulling away from him, she watched as he began undoing the buttons of his ACUs, the camouflaged jacket sliding off his body and onto the floor. He sat on his roommate’s bed, eyes watching her as she, too, began to strip off her clothing. He undid the laces of his boots, kicked them off and began loosening the belt at his waist.

Her heart raced as he lifted his green T-shirt over his head, her eyes following the lines and contours of his muscular torso. Pulling her hair free from its bun, she lifted her own shirt and began slipping her arms through the straps of her functional white bra.

“Fuck you have gorgeous tits,” he said, eyes on her breasts as he took a step toward her, cupping a breast in one hand. A calloused thumb grated gently across her nipple, the sensation causing her to gasp.

Slowly, she slid her hands up his thick biceps, tilted her head and offered her neck to his lips.

 

With his roommate gone for the next three hours, he took his time, savoring the taste of Laura’s clean skin, the soft sweet scent of her soap and feminine musk. Taking his hand from her breast, he trailed his kisses across her collarbone and down her breast until he could rake his teeth across her nipple. His hands slid down her flat stomach, fingers dipping beneath the hem of her pants.

Scrubs were easily pulled away, the elastic stretching as he began removing her pants. Her hips undulated, assisting him, and Tony couldn’t help but slide his palm across her tight ass, the white cotton panties she wore a thin barrier that taunted him.

Still lavishing her nipple with attention from his mouth and tongue, he bit down delicately on the hard nub. When she moaned, his cock twitched.

It had been too long since he’d had her beneath him, eager, willing and waiting for him. He pressed her back, until she sat and slid her legs onto his narrow bed. He straightened, smirking when she whimpered in disappointment. Pulling his pants down, he kept his eyes locked on hers.

Beneath his boxer-briefs his dick was hard, waiting to spring free. Blue eyes dark and dreamy, Laura tucked her thumbs into the elastic of her panties, wriggling on the mattress as the white fabric slid down her thighs. With a seductive smile, she pinched a nipple between her thumb and forefinger before sliding her hand down her body toward the neatly trimmed tangle of golden curls. His gaze darted to her face for a moment. As she watched him, she slid two fingers into her pussy.

The erotic sight of Laura touching herself on his bed had his heart beating hard in his chest. Her fingers pumped in and out of her wet channel, and she exhaled a soft groan.

“Tony,” she whispered, her eyes still fixated on him. “Fuck me.”

He didn’t need a second invitation.

As he removed his boxer-briefs, his cock stood at attention, and Laura smiled when she saw it. “Come here, soldier,” she said with a sexy curl of her finger.

“Are you giving an order to a superior?” he asked, reaching into his bedside table for a condom.

“You’re damn right I am.” She smiled, her hand grasping his cock in a firm grip. Her fingers were slick from her pussy, and the feel of her wetness on his dick doubled his desire for her. Her hand pumped his dick a couple of times, her fingertips brushing against his balls.

Tearing the foil packet open with his teeth, Tony rolled the condom onto his dick and climbed onto the bed, his body looming over hers. Weaving his hands through her silky blonde hair, he tugged just hard enough to tilt back her neck. He kissed the sensitive flesh, once again trailing his kisses down to her breasts. Grasping his hard shaft in his other hand, he nudged her slick folds, parting them enough to tease her.