Forbidden Love with the Marine(48)
Head flung back, she glided smoothly up and down his thighs, losing herself in that dark, stirring place that radiated with fierce hunger. She filled herself to the brim with Blade’s throbbing maleness, feeding on his powerful passion. She heard him growl as his hands kneaded her breasts before guiding them to his mouth, sucking hard on them one by one.
Blade and Makayla romped with the familiarity of age-old lovers, bodies merging till it felt like they were made of one heart, one single nerve cell that pounded in expectation of that impeding mutual eruption. As ever, their orgasms were conjoined; Makayla bucking helplessly as Blade now finally ramped upwards to meet her bouncing hips. To her pleasure, Blade sought her gaze as he too, gave in to his spectacular release, sharing the moment with her as their slippery bodies glided together in a seamed dance of destiny.
Chapter Twenty
Blade walked into the noisy bar and at once took notice of a familiar face. He quickly made his way through the press of people to the tall, broad-shouldered man sitting on a bar stool nursing a beer. The man promptly ordered another one and had it waiting by the time Blade was standing next to him.
“Hey, Drake,” Blade said, as both men shook hands firmly.
“I was wondering if you’d show up,” the man said. Drake Hopper was darkly handsome, an eye-catching figure even next to Blade. They’d served in the same elite Special Ops team and were also close friends. Drake however was a few years older, and had the same kind of ‘don’t mess with me’ aura that Blade carried around. One look at them both, with their short hair style, muscle t-shirts and commanding persona and anyone would back away.
“I said I’d show up, so I did,” Blade said with a shrug, accepting the beer with thanks before taking a grateful sip. “Where are the other guys?”
“Tommy got delayed but he’ll be here soon. And Chad just called that he’s on his way,” Drake said, his piercing gray eyes viewing Blade shrewdly. “You okay?”
Blade glanced at his friend, seeing the concern on his face. “Yeah, I’m fine. Better, in fact.”
Blade knew what Drake was talking about. They’d fought the same battles and gone on the same assignments. Their friendship spanned as many years as the one Blade had shared with Thomas. And being a close pal meant that Drake knew about how the stress from warfare had affected Blade like it had many of the other guys coming home from service.
It was true that many of them returned to the everyday world and put whatever had happened behind them. They got on with their normal lives. Blade liked to think he’d moved on pretty well compared to a few other guys he knew of. And yet, in the past he hadn’t been able to hide from Drake the fact that sometimes, he did get those pangs of conscience or whatever anyone liked to call it. But in the last few months since he got back, Blade had been seeing a counselor and on top of that, he had Makayla.
Meeting her had turned his life around and she had no idea how good she’d been for him. Her acceptance and affection was absolute and just being with her had brought on a healing faster than anything else he’d tried.
“Well, you look great,” Drake said approvingly, and Blade nodded his thanks. He knew about Drake being a volunteer helping out with veterans who suffered severe anxiety disorders or other forms of PTSD, from being participants or witnesses in traumatic events whether in Afghanistan, Iraq or any other troubled zone they’d served in.
Drake had certainly been a great friend and confidant to Blade, helping him out with his own issues by giving him a listening ear when Blade needed one. It was always great to talk to someone who’d actually been there and experienced similar events, and wasn’t just some psychiatrist who just couldn’t get it like a fellow special ops ex-member could.
Another great thing about serving in the Army was the brotherhood they’d all forged with their fellow team mates, many of whom had, after several tough assignments, owed their lives to each other.
“So have you made up your mind about the offer?” Drake asked, signaling the bar tender to refresh their drinks.
Blade paused before replying. Drake had been on him for months to join the security outfit Drake had set up with a couple other guys.
“I’m not sure, man,” Blade muttered, shagging his fingers through his hair. “I never pictured myself as the babysitter type. Especially not to some self-obsessed A-lister or over-demanding rock star.”
“Those wouldn’t be the only kind of clients. There’ll be business moguls, political figures, and even health aid personnel working in big charity organizations. It’s not going to be all about ‘babysitting’ rich folk,” Drake said with a grin.
“You’re saying that because you’d be the one dealing with gathering the intelligence and all other administrative aspects, while the rest of us get to be handlers,” Blade retorted, though he was grinning too.
Drake smirked. “Yeah; let’s just say I get pissed off with self-centered rich people too. But the pay is great. I want you in, Blade. Only the best on my team, as always,” he added seriously.
Blade couldn’t deny he’d been seriously considering it. Before he’d moved here, it had been great to think he’d have a job waiting which was right beside his former brothers in arms. But then he’d been worried about taking up another high-risk occupation especially when he planned on being there for Jessica and Jamie. But after Jessica had thrown his offer of marriage back in his face, he’d been telling himself that working in the security business might not be so bad after all. Besides, how risky could it be protecting one moneybag or another?