Captivated by the Soldier (BWWM Interracial Romance) (7 page)

Makayla bucked again as he suddenly hooked unto her g-spot. He looked up into her face and saw the tormented pleasure dancing like flames in her eyes. Her spine was arched fully off the bed until just her shoulders touched the mattress. Her breasts were thrust out in all their glorious beauty and they immediately acted as a good distraction to keep him from ripping out his cock and ramming it deep into her pussy before it was time.

He continued to steadily finger-fuck her as he lowered his head to her offered tits. He licked each nipple into stiff little eraser points. Then he sucked on them, very hard. So hard she cried out and gripped his short hair tight until his scalp tingled. He growled with pleasure, delighting in the force of her passion. Makayla wanted him; she wanted his touch, his mouth on her body. It felt good to be so deeply desired by a beautiful, sexy and intelligent woman like Makayla.

She was so different from any of the women he’d ever met. Sure, he’d been with beautiful, sexy and yes, intelligent women before. In the past it had amazed him the kind of females who liked to get it on with an Army man. Not that he ever bragged about what he did, but when it ever came out that he was in the Army’s Special Operations unit, women’s legs spread wide almost in record time. Blade never took advantage of it but then he also never wasted a good opportunity.

But it wasn’t like that with Makayla. She was more than an ‘available’ hot lay. He liked to think she’d fallen for him for his charm, his personality, and the way he made her feel in bed.

Oh shit, Blade thought, suddenly realizing the way his mind was working. Already he was wishing for more than he should; more than Makayla was probably willing to give. True, she’d obviously believed everything he’d told her and had welcomed him back into her bed, but that didn’t give him the right to think she’d fallen for him or ever would.

He’d told her he was ready for romance but that didn’t automatically entail gaining her heart.

And yet, Blade knew he wanted that too; and not just her delectable body.

As he trailed his lips from her breasts and started homing for that invitingly scented V between her legs, Blade decided he’d found his latest mission: getting Makayla to give her heart completely to him, the way she gave her body. He wanted her trust, her friendship, and her love. And he was willing to take whatever risks to accomplish his new-found objective. This was one target he had no intention of missing. Makayla would be well and truly his. And soon.

Chapter Fifteen

Blade was certainly good at keeping his promises, thought the dazed Makayla as she watched his close-cropped head settle between her thighs. His bare shoulders flexed powerfully as they spread her legs even further, exposing her fully to his coming onslaught. He wasted no time in planting his tongue over her sex.

“Oh…
Blade
,” she moaned, louder than she’d ever moaned in her life.

That artful tongue was doing things she never dreamed a tongue could do. He made her feel every one of her nerve endings as he stimulated each and every one in turn. His wickedly mobile tongue did flicks, rolls and licks all over the seam of her slit and the surrounding tissue. On, and on…and on. She had no doubt that he went through the alphabet and several shapes and figures from the way that tongue skipped all over her pussy.

Just when she felt ready to combust, his tactics changed slightly as his lips began to pull at her sex. This made the knots in her belly tighten and twist until she could hardly even breathe, made frantic with blissful enjoyment.

He sucked on her folds and teased open her hood to find that tiny pearl of pleasure. He lapped at her clit, giving her a jolt of electricity that made her scream his name until it bounced off the ceiling.

Yes…yes. Yes
! Makayla said the word over and over, her fingers clutching everywhere. The sheets, his hair, his shoulders. She squirmed and jerked and spasmed with every brush of that tongue. And when he used two fingers to push her wide open to reveal the pinkness waiting within, Makayla didn’t expect what came next.

Blade, fucking her with that energetic tongue of his. Jabbing inside her core and teasing the sensitive inner walls. Making her juice up so much she felt it spilling down to her crack. Makayla didn’t know what to do with all this agony, this bliss. She wanted more, and yet she was afraid what it would make her do. She was afraid she’d explode.

Blade buried his face in her cunt and it felt like he was ready to eat her alive. Spotlights of pleasure came on full blast behind her vision, blinding her as she doubled over, flopped, and bucked until she felt like she’d been fired with a taser.

As if there wasn’t enough ecstasy to contend with, Blade suddenly intensified her high by pushing in one finger while he licked around the swelling edges of her pussy. He raked in and out with that lone finger and she gripped on so tightly to his hair she heard him groan with approval. His thumb swept over her clitoris before pressing down in long, circular motions. His lips stayed glued to every part of her genitals he could reach while his thumb teased her clit and fucked her pussy with his index finger.

Now Makayla knew for certain he wanted to drive her insane. She didn’t care. She was ready to go wild for him any given day. When another finger slipped in, making them two, Makayla went through another plane of passion. She could feel her orgasm build up to a magnitude that threatened to crush her beneath its force. One more stroke of his thumb across her clit; one last push of his fingers into her g-spot and Makayla was undone.

Chapter Sixteen

Blade loved making Makayla come. And watching her come. There was a way to how she let go that triggered something off in his brain; a tripwire of manly fulfillment that made him swell with pride and hot, blinding lust.

Her climax hit her so hard she almost sprung off the bed. Quickly, he clamped his hands on her thighs and kept her down while he lapped up her jetting juices. Damn, she tasted good. Blade wanted to commit that taste to memory. She was saying his name as her orgasm rocked her from head to foot and it was like music to his ears. Makayla was everything. She’d brought her openness and her realness with her and blew a hole right through his defenses, more than any of those pushy women he’d met in the past could ever do. Blade could see himself laying his heart on the line for a woman like Makayla. And no matter what happened, he’d never regret that move.

Finally, she was still, though her chest was heaving. Ever so slowly, he kissed her sensitive inner thighs, reluctantly moving away from her glittering pink and pouty pussy before wending his lips upwards. Her belly, her breasts, her throat. He licked at the gentle sheen of perspiration coating her skin there, and felt her shudder endlessly. He smiled, raised his head to look down into her hooded, glistening eyes. Tears. Puzzled, he stared into her streaked face. “What’s wrong?”

She let out that spontaneous, beautiful sounding laugh he was getting to love. “Nothing’s wrong! It just…it felt so good. Nothing like that’s ever felt so good,” she told him, her tone sobering. Her hands rested on his chest, and Blade felt the ultimate wall come crashing down when he looked into the open window of her face.

He loved her.

He knew that now. Without a doubt in his mind he knew.

It was as gut-deep an instinct as he’d had whenever he was stationed on that wall, about to bring down that ‘mark’ with just one bullet from his sniper rifle.

The analogy might seem unsavory to some but it was the truth. Blade had lived by the gun and it had been a tough choice to make but he’d been darned too good at it to do anything else while he was in the Army.

And yet now that he was out of active duty he’d always been afraid he’d lost some part of his humanity. That piece had fused right back when he met Makayla. Now, with her gazing up at him with the same kind of glow on her face that he was sure was showing on his, he felt like he was finally finding his way back. God! It felt good to be home.

Chapter Seventeen

Makayla didn’t care how much Gina or Evelyn teased her. She was in love and it was about time.

Gina got back from her trip to find that her stepbrother may have moved out to his new place, but he was firmly ensconced in Makayla’s heart.

Evelyn too, finally got resigned to the possibility that she might have been wrong and that her sister had actually hit a goldmine with Blade.

Between her sister and her roommate, Makayla went through enough good-natured ribbing to make her feel a tad uncomfortable about her new emotions. Now that she was dating Blade seriously, she’d done all she could to stay sensible – outside the bedroom, at least. Behind closed doors, she let go of every notice of sound judgment. When Blade made love to her, it was another time zone, a whole alternate universe where she didn’t need to hold anything back.

But she was still holding back in the real world. She had to. Only her friends and sister really knew just how she truly felt about Blade. She was crazily infatuated with the guy and she wouldn’t let him see it. Oh sure, he knew she was wildly attracted to him and that he drove her up the beanstalk with his bedroom skills, but self-preservation kept the L-word or any real show of sentimentality out of the deal.

For one, she knew he still had issues. There were nights they spent together that she had to wake him up gently from whatever was making him groan and shiver in his sleep. She could tell it had something to do with his time in the Army but she wasn’t professional enough to handle any of that. She gave him all the support she could as a friend and a lover and hoped that whatever he was suffering about, he’d get through it. She was counting on one day bringing it up and finding out how he could seek peace from what had broken inside him.

Then there was the other part of the picture, involving his ex-lover Jessica and her son, Jamie. She knew they were an element of Blade’s life and she’d never dream of questioning or getting jealous of that. She respected the fact that he saw Jamie as his even after what Jessica had done in trying to trick him.

Makayla knew he spent quite a bit of time over there with the boy, and she tried hard not to feel insecure of Blade being around Jessica. For all Makayla knew, Jessica had a boyfriend or was even married so there was no chance of Jessica trying to get Blade back, was there?

Although it was beginning to get annoying the way Jessica always seemed to be calling about some emergency whenever Blade was with Makayla. She wasn’t sure how Jessica did it, but the woman seemed to have perfect timing; always interrupting Blade and Makayla just at certain moments that made her want to scream.

But so far Makayla had never complained. It almost killed her, but she kept her opinion to herself each time Blade apologized to say he had to rush over to Jessica’s after one well-timed emergency call or the other. Makayla was a woman and she begin to realize exactly what Jessica was up to; she only wished Blade could see it too.

A part of her feared that Jessica had a more powerful hold over Blade and if Makayla didn’t do something soon and put her foot down, she’d be losing out on the best thing that had ever come into her life. But if she pushed too far, she took the chance of losing Blade forever…

Chapter Eighteen

Jessica hid her smirk when she opened the front door and saw Blade standing there with a worried frown on his face. “Where is he?” was all he asked.

She jerked her head back. “In his room.”

Without another word, Blade shouldered past her into the small hallway before making his way down to the end and turning right to Jamie’s bedroom.

She followed and soon saw Blade standing over the sleeping form of the pajama-clad child. Jessica watched as Blade very gently brushed back the dark blonde hair off the boy’s forehead. Jamie’s breathing was soft and steady, and there was only a slight pallor beneath the flush of his cheeks to indicate he was nothing other than a healthy, sleeping young child.

Just as quietly as he’d entered, Blade left the dim bedroom and headed for the living room.

Biting on her bottom lip, Jessica joined him, asking lightly, “Would you like a beer or something?”

He let out a harsh breath and she became all too aware of the tension in his tall, muscled frame. Jessica had to bite down the pang of regret she felt every time she looked at him. Even after so long, it still felt like she was being showered by shrapnel every time she thought of what they’d once shared.

It had been nothing but a few months of passion but Jessica had convinced herself that they might have stood a chance if she’d worked harder at keeping him.

And she didn’t think it was too late to try again.

“No, I don’t want a beer,” he enunciated with clipped words. “Jessica, its two fucking a.m. You called me saying Jamie was having a crisis again.”

“Well, you should have seen him five minutes ago,” Jessica said defensively, stalking to the kitchen. She needed to stall so she started to clatter with the tea things, trying to get hot water on. She yelped in surprise when Blade’s fingers closed around her upper arm and yanked her round to face him.

“Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing.”

“What?” she snapped, eyes wide with innocence. “You said you’d always be around when I needed you. Well, I needed you. But then he stabilized before you got here so I put him to bed.”