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  “Shit, Lexi,” he says under his breath.

  Good, it’s about time I’m the one making him uncomfortable.

  Chapter 8

  Beau

  “Something wrong?” she asks. I can hear the laughter in her voice and though she’s trying to play innocent, we both know she’s trying to tease me. She has no idea what she’s doing. If she knew what was inside my head right now, it would scare the fuck out of her. I want her pretty damn badly, especially since the image of her nipples poking through her damp shirt is engrained in my head. Did no one ever teach her she shouldn’t poke a damn bear? And I feel pretty feral right now. I have to clench my damn hands to keep them from shaking.

  “You should be careful who you flash your tits to, buttercup,” I growl, turning around just as she’s pulling my jogging pants over her ass. I glance at her once more, seeing her bent over, my gaze now glued to the way the material slides over her tanned, firm hips. Hips that I’ve dreamed of holding onto, bruising with my fingers as I sink inside her tight little body.

  Jesus.

  I may not survive tonight. My dick is so hard that my jeans are suffocating the damn thing.

  “It’s you, Beau. We’re both adults like you said,” she says with just enough sass that I want to smack her hard on the ass and leave my handprint. My dick is dripping; I can feel the pre-cum on the head—that’s how fucking close I am to coming. Lexi has no idea what she’s playing with.

  I move up to her, and I can’t stop smiling. My clothes dwarf her. There should be nothing sexy about the way my shirt hangs off of her or how she’s holding the material at her waist to keep my sweats on her sweet ass. But I don’t think I’ve seen a woman look better. I reach over and grab a towel I had lying on my cot, and hand it over to her. Then I move my hands down to hold over the one she has clenched, holding her pants on.

  “Are you having fun teasing me, Lexi?” I ask, not bothering to hold in the growl that leaves me. I know it’s not my imagination when I hear the way her breath rushes from her lips. I grab the waistband of the sweats, her skin warm against my fingers. I begin folding them down, and cinching them to make them tighter against her stomach.

  “I think I am,” she whispers, and her gaze is clouded with desire. I’d have to be a fool not to see it.

  “I’m not a boy like you’re used to dealing with, Lexi. I’m a man. You shouldn’t tease a man—we might bite back,” I warn her and I turn her around gently so her back is to me now.

  “I doubt you could dish out anything I couldn’t handle, Beau,” she says and she’s putting on a good front, but her voice is threaded with need and as I move my hand down her back, she shivers—and I’m pretty fucking sure it has nothing to do with the cold.

  I move even closer to her, and I let my hands brush against the plush cheeks of her ass before they rest on each of her hips. I’m the one testing her now, seeing how far she’ll let me go. My body is against hers now, and when she tries to move away from me, I assert pressure on her, not letting her.

  “No,” I say in a low rumble that seems to vibrate through me.

  “What are you doing, Beau?” she asks, her voice tender.

  “I’m just drying your hair, Lexi. That’s okay, isn’t it?” I whisper against her ear. I have no fucking doubt in my mind she knows I’m not really trying to dry her damn hair.

  “I…yeah. That’s okay,” she answers.

  I get the towel and carefully use it to get most of the moisture from the darkened tresses.

  “You have beautiful hair, Lexi,” I tell her. I shouldn’t, but I can’t seem to help myself. The same way I push against her ass, wondering if she can feel how full and heavy my cock is—even through my jeans.

  “Beau,” she moans, pushing her ass against my cock.

  I could take her now. Take her and make her mine—the way I should have years ago—the way I was always meant to.

  I wrap my hand around her hair and tilt her head back, desire filling my body. I’m on a razor’s edge and I’m so tired of holding back.

  And then an image of Brooks flashes in my mind.

  Brooks. My best friend. The man who saved my ass more than a few times in Kandahar while on patrol. A man who gave me a family when I was younger, when I had none.

  I owe him. If nothing else, I owe him loyalty. He doesn’t want me with his baby sister. As quick as that, my desire turns to anger.

  Anger at Brooks, anger at the situation, and anger at Lexi for teasing me. Most of all I am angry at myself.

  “You feel what happens when you tease a real man, Lexi?” I ask. I pull her body hard against my raging cock. There’s no way she can help but feel it now. “You better be careful what you ask for, you just might get it.”

  I hurl the words at her, doing my best to keep the anger out of them, but instead making them sound like I’m mocking her. It’s not easy. It nearly destroys me and my cock is so hard it aches. I gently push her body apart from mine.

  She turns to look at me, shock evident on her face.

  I do my best to hide the torture I’m in and smile at her, daring her to push me further.

  “I hate you,” she whispers and that one sentence is enough to wipe the fake smile from my face.

  Fuck.

  Chapter 9

  Lexi

  I can’t sleep, and it has nothing to do with the storm raging outside. Over the last couple of hours the weather has only gotten worse, with the water beating against the tent, the wind shaking it.

  I shift so I’m now facing Beau. He’s got his back to me, his chest rising and falling underneath a thin blanket over him. His upper back and shoulder are exposed, and I cannot believe he’s not chilled not wearing a shirt.

  Although I’m not complaining about the view.

  The weather outside is pretty cold due to the rain and wind, but inside the tent is nice and warm. It’s clear he didn’t cheap out on shelter like I did.

  He left the lantern turned on, but on a low setting so that there is a dim glow inside the interior. I look at the dips and curves on his bicep, the strength and power that come from him clear. He is so muscular, with the sinew and tendons bunching under his golden skin.

  I didn’t lie when I said I wasn’t teasing him earlier tonight, that I didn’t want to get under his skin the way he did with me. But I was angry when he denied me, when he acted like what was going on between us was wrong.

  I heard the self-anger in his voice, even though it was clear he tried to hide it. I have a feeling that this all had to do with Brooks. Maybe there is some loyalty there, with Beau feeling he would be crossing lines with my brother if he were with me.

  Or maybe all of this is in my head. Maybe he really doesn’t want me in the way that I want him.

  The latter frustrates me. I felt the evidence of his arousal for me, could see it in the way he looked at me. But he is fighting it, hiding it. Even now I am aroused, my pussy wet, my nipples hard and aching. I wonder if he’s actually sleeping, or if he is just as worked up as I am. Because I must be a fool, crazy, or hell, both, I find myself reaching out and running my fingers along his arm. His skin is warm and smooth, and I shiver, wanting to be pressed against him, feel that warmth for myself.

  This isn’t just about sex. This is about me loving Beau, wanting him in my life as more than what we’ve been, and praying he feels the same way I do. But I’m so afraid of screwing things up, that being bold, like I was earlier tonight, and teasing him, could ruin what little relationship we really have.

  I know he is like a brother to Brooks, that he doesn’t want to cross lines and fuck things up there, but I’m a grown woman and I know what I want. I want this man lying right beside me. I want to feel his naked body pressed to mine, keeping me warm, letting me know that I’m not the only one feeling these things. I want things to be more than me poking a sleeping bear with a stick and seeing if I can get a rise out of it.

  Something in me opens up and I feel stronger, braver. I won’t let this opport
unity pass. If it ends up ruining everything, then at least I tried. At least I was able to say I went after what I wanted.

  I sit up, the blanket falling from my body and pooling around my waist. I start to sweat despite the chilled air outside this tent, beads forming between my breasts and down the length of my spine. Can he hear how heavy I’m breathing? It sounds like a freight train to me. My pulse is beating in my throat, pounding hard, threating to burst free. Am I really going to do this? What if this all blows up? What if he rejects me?

  I have to try.

  I slip off the oversized shirt, the one that smells like Beau. My nipples instantly harden further as the air hits them. I start to shiver, but it doesn’t have anything to do with being shirtless. I’m nervous, afraid of what’s to come, if I’m making the right choice. I shimmy out of the sweats, and soon I’m naked, Beau still facing away from me, my heart beating a mile a minute. I reach out and place my hand on his bicep, his muscles flexing beneath my touch.

  “Beau,” I say softly, gently. I curl my fingers into his skin a little harder, and he stirs, turning around and facing me. I can see that he wasn’t asleep by the wide-eyed look he gives me. Or maybe he’s surprised to see me sitting beside him naked. I could have laughed at the latter. Of course he’s shocked to see me like this. But I exhale slowly. “I want to cross that line,” I say softly. “I love you, have loved you for longer than I want to admit.” I swallow the thick lump in my throat.

  He doesn’t say anything for long seconds, and I’m afraid that this is where he tells me nothing can happen between us. And then he sits up, his chest coming into full view as his blanket slides off of his body.

  “Lexi.” He says my name in a deep, gruff voice. He reaches out and pushes a stray piece of hair from my cheek, his finger brushing my skin. I shiver. And then he wraps his hand around my waist and hauls me onto his lap. My bare breasts press to his chest, a gasp leaving me. I can feel how hard he is, his dick like a steel pipe between my thighs. “Lexi,” he growls, and then he slams his mouth on mine and fucks me with his tongue and lips.

  All I can do is wrap my arms around his neck and hold on.

  Chapter 10

  Beau

  I shouldn’t do this. Fuck, I know I shouldn’t, but I’m face to face with every fucking fantasy I’ve ever had in my life. It would take a stronger man than I’ve ever met to turn Lexi away. When it comes to her I’m weak as fuck, and I’m tired of pushing her away. I know there will be hell to pay and Brooks will probably kill me, but I can’t let her go this time.

  I can’t.

  I devour her mouth and the sweet, smoldering taste of her makes me ache. Her warm, naked body rubs against me, teasing my dick. I’ve fantasized about her for years, but nothing ever came close to how this feels.

  I move my hands down her body, memorizing the feel of her under my touch. It feels as if she’s branding me, but, hell, she branded me a long time ago. It’s always been Lexi… Always.

  Lexi is grinding her ass against my hard cock, torturing me, and I doubt she has a clue. If she doesn’t stop, I’m going to come in my pants and that’s not how I want tonight to go. I break away from her, standing us both up. Thank fuck the tent is massive and we have plenty of room for what I have planned. Her eyes glow right now; there’s so much desire and emotion in them, they captivate me.

  “Lay down for me, Lexi,” I order, my voice vibrating with the hunger I feel as I squeeze her breasts in my hands.

  This is it. The moment I expect Lexi to falter, to run away. I half expect her to. I’ve not given her the soft words that she deserves. I can’t, not yet. I have to hold myself back. Maybe because I expect this all to blow up soon. Why would she pick me to spend forever with? She wouldn’t. She may want me right now, but Lexi is too good for me, too special. She deserves the best. Not a broken down ex-soldier with nothing on the horizon. When Brooks finds out, it will fall apart. She will push me aside under Brooks’ demands. She’s always done what her big brother wanted. Brooks knows and I know that I don’t deserve Lexi, but I can’t stop myself from taking the gift she’s giving me now.

  Her big eyes look up at me, so raw and full of love my gut clenches. She’s perfect in every way.

  “Like this?” she whispers as she lowers herself on the bed. She lays down on the sleeping bag, her hands covering her breasts.

  “Spread your legs for me, Lexi. Show me your pussy,” I order, hypnotized by her.

  She bends her legs and holds them apart, her feet flat on the ground. A fine blush runs over her entire body and I can see she’s embarrassed, but she still gives me what I want. I ache at how innocent she looks. I wish I hadn’t pushed her away all those years. I lost my chance to be her first, to be the man who claimed her virginity. Her first… It’s for the best that didn’t happen. If I had claimed her back then, I would have been her first and her last. There’s no way I would have let her get away from me. Still, it hurts me that she was with a man who didn’t deserve her. I’m glad she kicked him to the curb.

  I mourn the loss of tasting her innocence, but if she was a virgin I couldn’t have her. That would make her completely off limits. At least this way I can have her…until reality intrudes and she pushes me away.

  “Touch yourself for me, Lexi,” I order, pushing her further—testing her limits. I slide my pants down, my dick so hard it hurts. I step out of them and wrap my hand around my cock, stroking it as I look down at her.

  “Oh… God,” she gasps, her focus on my dick. She moves her hand down her stomach to her pussy. I watch its path, every perfect fucking inch, and my cock weeps for her. A large drop of cum drips off the head and slides down the shaft. I stroke myself as Lexi clumsily touches her pussy. She’s nervous. I smile, liking that I’m pushing her to her limits. “Maybe we shouldn’t… I’m not sure you’ll...”

  “I’ll what?” Just knowing what she was about to say turns me on even more. “Trust me Lexi, I’ll definitely make you feel good,” I tell her, not about to let her back out now. I’m too far gone. If she wasn’t sure she should have never offered me a glimpse of heaven.

  I get down on my knees between her legs and move my cock against her entrance, her juices sliding against my dick, the heat of her pussy beckoning me. She’s so fucking wet and I’ve not touched her yet. How good will she feel when I finally get inside? I lean over and suck one of her tight nipples between my teeth, biting gently and using my tongue to tease it. Lexi’s body jerks in response, her nails biting into my neck as she tries to hold on to me. She jerks under me, her hips thrusting and causing the lips of her pussy to wrap around my cock. It feels so fucking good. I suck hard on her nipple while pinching the other one. I’m rewarded with her cry of pleasure as her back bows up off the sleeping bag.

  She’s so fucking responsive.

  “See, Lexi? There’s no going back. I’m going to make you feel good,” I vow, still teasing her tits with my hands, while she desperately grinds her clit against the shaft of my cock, trying to make herself come.

  “I didn’t mean that,” she gasps, pushing against me, trying to her body closer to mine. “It’s just you’re so big,” she adds, as another shiver rolls through her body.

  Damn, if I wait much longer she’s going to come like this. I have to get inside of her.

  “Play with your tits, Lexi. I want to watch as I fuck you,” I order, taking her hands from my neck and putting them on her breasts. She does what I ask, her chest heaving up and down as she pulls on her nipples. I can tell she’s so fucking close to exploding. Jesus.

  I wrap my hand around my dick, using the tip to tease her swollen clit, pressing it against her.

  “Oh God, that feels so good, Beau,” she whimpers. Her hands are almost violent on her tits now. She’s lost to passion in a way I never expected.

  “You don’t have to worry, baby. My cock will fit inside of you and it’s going to make you feel so good,” I tell her, dragging my dick through her sweet juices and positioning myself at her opening.<
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  “You will?” she breathes.

  “Look at me, Lexi,” I order. She brings her pleasure-filled gaze to me. “I will, honey. You keep your eyes on me. I want to see you when I get inside your pussy. I want to see your face as I claim you.”

  “O-okay, Beau,” she whispers, her voice thick from her lust.

  “You’re so fucking perfect, Lexi. You’re everything. I’m going to give you so much pleasure, you’ll forget you ever had a man before me,” I growl right before I thrust deep inside of her.

  “But, there’s never been anyone else,” she cries as I thrust my cock in. “I’ve never wanted anyone but you,” she adds as I seat myself deep inside of her. Her body is rigid, her eyes wide, her mouth parted. Shit. She didn’t need to tell me. I felt it as soon as I thrust in her body. I am Lexi’s first. I’m the first man to claim her.

  She’s a virgin.

  And I just took her cherry like a wild man. Fuck, I know I hurt her. I do my best to hold perfectly still, mentally beating myself up, but all I can think is I’m Lexi’s first and I’ll be her fucking last.

  She’s mine.

  Chapter 11

  Lexi

  I can’t breathe, can’t even speak. The pain, burning, and stretching is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. But that discomfort doesn’t take away from the immense pleasure I feel. I am wet, achingly so. My nipples are hard, erect, and tingling. And the fact Beau is above me, his dick thrust deep inside of me, claiming my virginity, pushes everything else to the back.

  I can see by his expression he’s startled to realize I am a virgin. I hadn’t wanted to tell him because I hadn’t wanted to ruin things. Would he have said no if he knew he would be my first? I want him to be my only.

  “Fuck, Lexi, baby.” His voice is deep, harsh, guttural. His entire body is tense, his muscles contracting and relaxing underneath his golden skin. “You should’ve told me this was your first time. I wouldn’t have been a fucking madman thrusting into you.” His jaw is tight, the muscle underneath the skin flexing. I can see how he’s trying to rein in his control, how he’s trying not to break. And even though it’s uncomfortable, and the pain is there, I’ve waited for this moment for too long. I’m not about to stop it.