Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Protecting Lily (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read online

  Once we were seated at the table with the food set out between us, something shifted in me. She’d cooked for me, and the fact I was about to eat the food she’d prepared had the possessive side of me rising up like this violent beast.

  For the next twenty minutes we ate in relative silence, with just a few bits of small talk here and there. I could wait until we were done eating before I pressed the issue of being in love with her and how she felt about that.

  For all I knew this was the calm before the storm.

  Lily

  I was on my third beer, and although that wasn't really a lot in the grand scheme of things, I was already starting to feel a little buzz. I had never been a big drinker and considered myself a lightweight, but right now I needed a little liquid courage in Brock's presence.

  We sat on the couch, a fire roaring, dinner eaten, and the silence stretching on. I knew he wanted to talk about some heavy stuff by the way he kept looking at me, and by the expression on his face. I also knew it had to do with the fact he’d told me he loved me and we had been avoiding that ever since.

  But it had been on my mind.

  I watched as he finished off his beer and set the empty bottle on the coffee table. He shifted on the couch so he was facing me now, and I felt my heart jump into my throat. I took a long pull from my beer bottle as I stared at him, waiting for this conversation to get started.

  I admitted it did need to get brought up again, and I did need to tell him that I loved him as well. But I was nervous and scared, not sure exactly how to feel. I'd envisioned this moment a hundred times before, but now that it was a reality, it was hard for me to grasp it and come to terms.

  It was hard for me to believe this was real.

  “I can see by the expression on your face that you know exactly what I want to talk about.”

  I swallowed the beer that I'd been holding in my mouth and nodded after he spoke. “Yeah, I know.”

  “I could ease the conversation into where I want to go, but that would be pointless. I told you you're in this situation because I'm in love with you, and that's the truth. I was never man enough to tell you how I felt before now.” He glanced away for a second, staring at the fire, as if he was trying to gain his composure.

  I didn't want him thinking this was one-sided. So instead of beating around the bush, I, too, just said what needed to be uttered a long time ago. “Brock, I love you too.” I held my breath for a suspended second. “I've been in love with you for a long time.” The words were now out in the open, never to be taken back.

  The way he looked at me was a mixture of shock and happiness. I wanted to go to him right then, just wrap my arms around his wide shoulders and let him hold me. I felt the air heat, felt my heart start to race even harder.

  After that we didn't say anything, but the air became thicker, and the longer we stared at each other, the more intense the arousal in me grew. He moved closer to me, just an inch from where I sat now, his body heat slamming into me. I became tense as he reached out and pushed a strand of hair away from my cheek. A chill raced up my spine at that gentle touch. I wanted it hotter, wanted his body pressed to mine, both of us sweaty as he plunged in and out of me.

  God, I could not believe I was thinking about this stuff at a time like this.

  “Say that again,” he said gruffly.

  I licked my lips and inhaled deeply. “I love you.”

  He closed his eyes for a second, as if relishing what I’d just said.

  “I really want to fucking kiss you right now, Lily.” His voice was low, harsh. He opened his eyes, his focus now on my lips. I couldn't help but lick them again. He made this deep groan, the vibrations from the noise spearing right into my body.

  “I want you to kiss me too.” I said the words so low I didn't know if he'd heard me. But then I felt his hand, which still rested by my cheek, curl ever so slightly against me.

  He'd heard me.

  And as we stared into each other’s eyes, Brock came closer, his movement slow, precise. And then he kissed me.

  His lips were soft on mine, but as the seconds moved by he became more determined, the pressure more intense. The hand that held my cheek moved behind my head, cupping my skull. He used his other hand to grab my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. I couldn't help but moan, the flavor of him so powerful, so potent. I wanted more, so much more.

  And when I opened my mouth just slightly, he slipped his tongue between my lips, stroking mine with his, bringing me to a fever pitch. My nipples tingled, growing hard against the material of the shirt I wore. I clenched my thighs together as I felt wetness slip from between my legs.

  God, I wanted to go further, wanted to tear the clothes from our bodies and go into the bedroom.

  And when he pulled away, I felt bereft, the air leaving me on a rush, my body feeling flushed. We looked at each other for a suspended second, and I had this connection with him intensify. It was like this thread was woven between us, pulling tighter, bringing us closer. I didn't think about the threat, I didn't think about anything else but kissing Brock again, feeling his body pressed to mine, his hands dominating me. I wasn't a virgin, but the one sexual experience I did have years ago had left much to be desired.

  But with Brock I knew things would be different. I knew he'd take care of me, knew the pleasure would be explosive. I didn't want to stop. I didn't want this to end, but I could also see the turmoil on his face. I knew that he thought he was crossing lines, breaking boundaries.

  He shifted away from me and stared at the fire, and as the flames licked across the wood, causing shadows to bounce along his hardened square jaw, I knew if I didn't say something, act fast, this moment might be lost forever.

  I reached out and placed my hand on his firm thigh. I could feel the muscles tense, but he didn't push me away. I waited until he looked at me again before I moved closer so that our legs were now touching. And then I lifted my hand and ran my fingers through his short dark hair. “This feels right. I don't want to stop. I don't want to think about anything else that's going on in the world aside from what's happening right here in this cabin with you.”

  He took a deep breath, his body so much bigger than mine, his shoulders so wide that they blocked out everything behind him. I'd never seen Brock look so…vulnerable. But in this moment he did.

  He cupped my cheek with his big hand, his thumb brushing right under my eye. My entire body was on fire, but I wanted to burn alive with him.

  “Don't stop,” I whispered. It was then, as I looked into his face and saw his expression morph, that I knew he wouldn't. I knew whatever happened tonight was exactly what we both needed.

  6

  Brock

  I’d envisioned this moment more times than I’d care to even admit. As hard as I was for Lily right now, as much as I wanted to fuck her, claim her as mine, make her see we belonged together, a part of me felt…fear. Never in my life had I felt such consuming worry until she’d been threatened, and again at this very moment.

  But I’d never deny her anything, not one fucking thing.

  “What do you want?” I asked slowly, my voice low. “Tell me what you want.” I needed to hear her admit she wanted this, that she wanted me. I needed to hear her say she loved me again and again, as if a record had broken and it was all I could understand, all I could comprehend.

  Right now I was gone from the need to have her in every way, to make her feel good, to make her mine. I inhaled deeply, taking in the very scent of her, the very essence. “Tell me, baby.”

  “I want you. I want this.” She looked into my eyes. “I love you, Brock.”

  This animalistic sound came from me on its own. I lowered my gaze, watched as her chest rose and fell fast, her breathing increased, her emotions right there at the surface. I was good at picking out the little things, the subtle changes in someone. Maybe it was my training in the military, or maybe when it came to Lily, she made everything more real?

  I lifted my gaze and stare
d at her face. Her pupils were dilated. I knew she was ready for me, her body primed to take what only I could give. I lowered my hand, slid my fingers along her collarbone, along the shirt she wore, and stopped when I got to the hem where her breasts rose over the top.

  The anticipation and excitement of what I was about to do raced through my veins. I needed this so damn badly I could taste it, feel it.

  I curled my fingers along the hem of the shirt and slowly started to pull it down, exposing her breast, which wasn’t confined by a bra.

  “So fucking gorgeous,” I groaned. “You’re shivering.”

  “I want you, Brock,” she said on a whisper.

  I leaned in close so my mouth was right by hers. “You sure about this?”

  She nodded. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too. I want this. I need this now.”

  “Bedroom?” she said softly, but I couldn’t wait, couldn’t handle stopping this to take her to the bedroom.

  “Take them off.” I lowered my gaze to her sweatpants. “Get naked for me.”

  She stood, and for a second I thought she would deny me, stop this. I would have respected that, but fuck, I needed this. She started removing her shirt, and my breath froze in my lungs, my body stilling as I watched. When the material was at her feet, she pushed her sweats down. I groaned. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

  Motherfucker.

  And then she was naked in front of me. “Brock,” she whispered.

  I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. Fuck, hearing her say my name did all kinds of things to me, made me want to drop to my knees and worship the very ground she walked on.

  I want to be the one who makes her dreams a reality.

  After tonight, after I claimed her, I’d be the only one to know how her pussy felt, how tight and hot she really was. I’d be the only one to know what she sounded like, looked like when she came.

  She’d always be mine.

  I reached out and pulled her closer, my hands spanning her hips, her skin soft to the touch. She felt warm, silky. I leaned down and closed my eyes, smelling her, running the tip of my nose along one of her thighs, moving closer to her pussy, close to the trimmed hair that covered her mound.

  And then I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting the sweetness that spilled from her. I could have gotten drunk from her flavor alone, needing more of her, so much more.

  She shivered for me and made the sweetest fucking noise. Lily was mine. No matter what.

  The sound speared right to my dick and had my balls drawing up. I lifted her leg so it was draped over my shoulder, her hands on my head, her fingers tunneled in my hair. I ate her out, licking, sucking, and nipping at her sweet, peachy flesh. She was shaking, making little mewls for more, these little sounds for me to stop but also to give it to her harder, to make her come.

  I pulled away before she got off, and as much as I wanted her surrender, the first time she came, I’d have my cock buried deep within her. I wanted to push into her, feel her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me. I wanted to fill her up with my cum, make her so full of my seed that it slipped from the tight, hot confines of her body.

  I gave her pussy one last lick before I stood and stripped out of my clothes. I needed to be as naked as she was. When I slid my hand along her outer thigh, she reached up and grabbed on to my biceps. While holding her gaze, I slipped my hand along the back of her knee, lifted her leg easily, and wrapped it around my waist, her hot, wet pussy right at my cock, her silkiness spreading along my shaft.

  I moved my hand to cup her perfectly rounded ass. Because I was a fiend in this moment, I ground myself against her, let her feel how hard I was, how much I wanted inside of her. I didn’t stop myself from kissing her, from plunging my tongue in and out of her mouth like I’d be doing with my cock between her thighs here shortly.

  It had been years since I’d had sex, years of me being too busy with work, with the military. And then when I knew I wanted Lily as mine, I wasn’t interested in any other females. She was it for me.

  I wanted to memorize every single inch of her. There wouldn’t be any part of her that I didn’t own when I was finished with her. I moved my hand between our bodies until I could feel her soaking wet pussy again. My whole body was tight, the need to just take her right here and now riding me hard.

  When this was all said and done, she’d know exactly where she belonged, exactly who she belonged with.

  7

  Brock

  I pulled back and stared into her eyes, wanting to tell her that everything would be okay, that I had things under control. I did, to an extent. But the world was fucked up, and if we could have this one moment where we were just loving each other and not worrying about the fucked-up shit outside of these walls, then I’d give it to her tenfold.

  “Please, I need you,” she moaned, and I almost lost it right then. I nearly came without even being inside of her.

  I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I wanted Lily. Only her.

  “When it comes to you, I have no control. None, Lily.” I wanted to devour every part of her. I wanted her to scream my name as I made her feel good. I wanted her to come for me as I licked every part of her body.

  I wanted her to know that I was here for her, that I’d always be here for her and keep her safe. I saw her throat work as she swallowed. She was ready, so fucking primed I knew if I touched her in just the right way, she’d come for me.

  I was going to last tonight.

  “I want you.”

  I groaned. “I’m so fucking hungry for you.” I wanted to hear her scream it out as she came for me, wanted our limbs a tangled mess and the sheets damp from our sweat as we fucked.

  “I want you too, baby.”

  “I want to be yours in every way.”

  “You’re already mine. You’ve been mine.” I didn’t bother lying.

  She licked her lips, and I was riveted to the sight. “You’re so beautiful.” I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the seam of her lips. With us now standing, I moved us backward until she was pressed against the front door, the wood stopping her so she couldn’t escape, if the thought even moved through her mind.

  The scent of her surrounded me, filled my head, made me intoxicated. I ground my hard dick right up against her belly again, unable to help myself. She made this little gasp, and I growled in approval. “You feel that, how hard I am for you, how ready I am to take you?”

  She had her head resting back on the door, her mouth parted, and her eyes half-closed.

  “God. I need you, Lily.” I slipped my hand around her nape and curled my fingers, leaning down and running my tongue along the side of her throat, feeling her pulse beat harder, tasting the salty-sweet flavor of her skin. I licked at her throat again and again, needing so much more of her. She lifted her hands and placed them on my biceps, digging her fingers into my flesh. I loved the pain that slammed into me as her nails pierced my flesh. “I want you as mine forever,” I admitted.

  “I am yours.”

  I thrust my cock against her belly, needing that friction. But I forced myself to take a step back, moving away from her so I could look my fill. Her breasts were big, her nipples pink, hard.

  She was ready.

  I lifted my gaze to her face and saw how her pupils were dilated. Yeah, she was so fucking ready. I was painfully hard, my dick like steel between my legs. I was ready to fill her up, to make her take it all. Then I’d slowly pull out of her and watch as my cum slipped from her pussy.

  God, I was a filthy fucking bastard.

  She glanced down at where I gripped myself. “Oh. God,” she moaned. “I’m ready.”

  Yeah, she was ready for me, and I wasn’t going to torment either of us any longer. I was back in front of her a second later, my body pressed to hers, the heat and scent from her claiming me, making me weak. I had my hands on her bottom, gripping the cheeks and lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I latched my mouth onto the slender co
lumn of her neck and turned and made my way toward the bedroom. I wasn’t going to fucking take her up against the front door even if I’d wanted to do just that earlier.

  When she was on the center of the bed, her legs slightly parted and her pussy right there for me to see, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last very long. What I felt for Lily, what I wanted with her, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced or felt before. My arousal for her had been slowly building from the moment I saw her.

  “I want to go slow, to make this good for you, but I’m hanging on by a thread here, baby.” I grabbed my dick and stroked myself again.

  “I don’t want slow and easy. I want you.”

  I groaned.

  “Let me see that pussy, Lily.” And when she spread wide, I saw her glistening pussy. She was so fucking primed for me. I started stroking myself from root to tip, using the pre-cum that formed at the crown to lubricate my length. I kept my focus between her thighs, her pink, slightly swollen pussy lips making my mouth water.

  I ran my palm over the crest of my cock again, my whole body tense.

  “I want to see your finger showing me where I’ll be buried soon enough.” If I made her touch her clit, rub herself furiously, would she come for me? I wanted to be inside her the first time she came. “Touch yourself.” I wondered if she’d touched her pussy before, if she ever thought about me as she did it. “Move your hand between your thighs, rub yourself while you look at me. But don’t come, Lily. Wait until I’m buried so far inside that hot, wet pussy before you explode. I want to feel it. Feel you clench around my cock.”

  She took in a stuttering breath.

  “Let me watch you.” The scent of her made me drunk.

  And because we were both so far gone, she did exactly what I wanted.

  8

  Lily