Impossible End (Unchecked Book 3)
Copyright
© 2015
by Sybil Bartel
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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.
Warning: This book contains offensive language, violence and sexual situations. Mature audiences only. 18+
Table of Contents
Books by
Sybil Bartel
Unchecked Series
IMPOSSIBLE PROMISE
(Book One)
IMPOSSIBLE CHOICE
(Book Two)
IMPOSSIBLE END
(Book Three)
Coming Soon!
Uncomprimising Series
TALON
(Book One)
-March 2016
NEIL
(Book Two)
-September 2016
ANDRÉ
(Book Three)
-March 2017
ROARK
(Book Four)
-September 2017
IMPOSSIBLE END
by Sybil Bartel
Book three of the Unchecked Series
Blaze
I stood by my brothers in the Marines and fought for my country. I gave my blood, sweat and flesh so that others could have a taste of freedom.
But my wife wasn’t free.
She’d been hunted, stalked, and forced by a murderer to keep a secret no one should have to live with. I’d made her a promise. Her freedom, my rules, no questions asked. I thought I’d kept my promise but I made a mistake—an inexcusable mistake.
I was done playing games with the killer who murdered my wife’s parents and tracked her for sport. If he thought he was safe in a jail cell, he was wrong. No one puts out a hit on my wife and survives.
This ends now. I will protect what’s mine…at whatever cost.
*
Impossible End
is the conclusion to the Unchecked Series. This novella is from Blaze’s point of view and is not a standalone. To get Blaze and Layna’s full story, please read
Impossible Promise
and
Impossible Choice
.
For Scott
To the amazing ladies in my Facebook reader group,
Book Boyfriend Heroes
,
I adore you all. Thank you for all of the laughter, love and support.
You make this journey so much more fun!
I
WATCHED HER FALL ASLEEP
. Her hair over my arm, the worry lines in her forehead gone, she settled into slow breaths and I closed my eyes, despite knowing what would happen.
The memory of hot metal ripping through my body was so vivid that the smell of burning flesh filled my nostrils and I was thrown into a flashback.
“Gunny!”
For a split second, the roar of the explosion didn’t seem real. Then the blast wave tossed my body like a sandbag and knocked the wind out of me.
Burning shrapnel rained down. “Goddamn motherfuckers!”
Ears ringing, shit running down my face, the wind from bullets whizzing past, I grunted and sat up. Where the fuck was my rifle? Why the hell was the sand so goddamn sticky? And motherfucking
shit
, why the hell wasn’t my left side moving?
I reached for my leg.
“FUUUUUCK!”
Layna was going to be pissed—leave me forever—
pissed
. Gutted flesh, blood everywhere, I reached for the tourniquet and the muscles in my left arm turned to fire. Sucking in a breath, my head swam and the ground tilted.
Goddamn it, Marine, pull your shit together! Short breaths, shake it off. It’s only a fucking shrapnel wound.
Blindly struggling, I put one end of the tourniquet in my mouth and tried to lift my leg. My eyes rolled back in my head and I hit the sand. The ringing in my ears went deadly quiet.
Shit.
Her face appeared and she smiled the smile she only gave to me. “Layna,” I whispered.
Hands pushed at mine and the strap tightened on my thigh.
Her image instantly disappeared and pain like I’d never experienced in my life exploded through my body like the fires of hell. I lurched into a sitting position and a thousand colors of rage blinded me. Reaching for my rifle again, ready to unload every fucking clip I had into the asshole’s chest who planted the motherfucking IED, I roared out and my fingers closed around the barrel. I yanked and the buttstock hit my thigh. Everything went black.
Inhaling, I rubbed a hand over my face.
Layna stirred. “You’re still awake.”
“Go back to sleep, baby.” I ignored the tingling in my thigh.
She stretched her perfect little body and rubbed up against my chest. “Baby?”
I skimmed my fingers down her back. I wanted to smile but only a corner of my mouth tipped up. “Wife,” I corrected.
She settled back in and her sleep-husky voice washed over me. “That’s better.” She kissed my shoulder then moved down and kissed my chest.
I grabbed the back of her thigh and hitched her leg over mine as the memories started to recede. “Keep going.”
She leaned up on her elbow and a smile I would kill for spread across her face. “Lower?” she flirted, teasing me.
That was it—right there—that combination of sexy and sweet, innocent and vixen. She owned me the first time I laid eyes on her.
I gripped a handful of her hair and waited for her eyes to focus on mine. “You want me to tell you how this is gonna go down?”
Her tongue darted out to lick her lower lip. “Yes.”
I wanted to sink inside her that second but I wasn’t an asshole. “How sore are you?” I’d fucked her for an hour before she fell asleep.
She blinked and paused for half a second. It was her tell.
“Not very,” she said softly.
“You’re lying,” I accused.
The look in her eyes turned innocent, and her voice dropped to pleading whisper. “But I want you.”
She was so damn beautiful and pure that I didn’t deserve her, but I reached under her arms and dragged her up my body anyway. Hot silky flesh ran over my scars and she spread her legs wide. Her thighs hugged my hips and my dick pulsed painfully with need. I grabbed myself and rubbed against her clit but stopped short of pushing inside.
“Please,” she moaned.
I bit the edge of her ear. “That’s my second favorite sound in the world.”
“Second?” she asked absently, trying to push down on me.
I let go of my dick and held her by the waist, not letting her reach her target. “Yeah, second. Want to know my first?” I eased my grip just enough for her to brush against the head of my cock.
Her eyes fluttered shut. “Mm hmm.”
I put two fingers in my mouth, covered them with spit, then reached between her legs and drove deep.
“
Blaze
,” she cried out, clenching around me.
“That,” I said, twisting my fingers and curling just enough. “Is my favorite sound.” My thumb slowly circled her clit.