Page 86 of Lure

One moment we were standing and then I was on my back on the sofa as he slipped free. He cupped my pussy and Iwhimpered. It was almost too sensitive for the heel of his hand to rub against my clit. Then he was pressing his cum back into me.

Another laugh escaped me as he spent a little time rubbing the excess around my clit. It sent starbursts to my vision and my hips bucked again almost of their own volition.

He bent over me and destroyed me with another drugging kiss. When he straightened, I sighed. He stood, gazing down at me like some blond god and all I wanted was to explore every inch of him.

“Stay there.” Another kiss and then he strode away. I would push up on my elbows and look after him in a minute.

Just one more minute. I needed to put myself back together again. Find out where my own control went now that my muscles were all but dissolved.

A whisper of fabric roused me and I opened eyes I hadn’t even realized had closed. Alphabet was back and he held out a water glass to me.

I managed to push up on an elbow and drank down about half of it thirstily as he peeled his jeans down. The movement revealed his legs to me. The thick ropey muscles of his thighs that tapered over his knee on the left and into his calf but disappeared on the right into the cap of the prosthetic that fit there.

The metal seemed almost insubstantial next to the rest of him. He toed off one shoe, but other stayed in place after he stripped the jeans away and tossed them back into the chair we’d abandoned.

I licked my lips as I studied him. Scars twisted up his right thigh. Damage from the same injury that took his lower leg? Something else? It had a rough look to it, the skin seemed pitted and I wanted to touch, but even as I stretched out my hand, I glanced up at him for permission.

He drained the rest of the water and set the glass down before he moved closer. “You can touch me, Gracie-girl.”

With care, I traced my fingertips over the memory of damage etched into his flesh. It was smoother in some places than others. There were striations in the scars that seemed to deepen over the thicker muscles in his right quadriceps.

He was built, but I hadn’t been wrong about his swimmer’s build. Or how really beautiful he was. His cock was semi-hard, jutting out. The redness of the tip promising me it was already flushing with blood again. I gave into the desire to stroke my hand upward and give him a couple of pumps before I explored his left thigh with the same devotion I paid to the right.

“If you want to know,” he said. “I’ll tell you.”

That pulled my attention back up to his eyes and I laid back and held out my hand to him. He set his phone down next to the empty glass and then lowered himself until he draped me.

He was even bigger this way, a muscled and masculine blanket that had me wrapping my legs around him and propping my feet against the backs of his thighs. The weight of cock against my pussy just added to the connection.

“Tell me only what you want to tell me. Am I curious?” Oh look, I found my words again. My breathing wasn’t quite even yet. “Yes, absolutely. I want to know. But I don’t want to hurt you in any way.”

What did I know about injuries like this?

One corner of his mouth curved upward as he studied me. “It’s not a pretty story, but it’s not all that special either. We were on a mission, special forces, Army. We were deep into territory we had no business being in, but the mission demanded it. It was fine until it wasn’t.”

He traced the lines of my face, teasing around the curve of my jaw with the gentlest of fingers. The deep blue of his eyes was so dark, it was like night fell over them.

“Bombs are definitelynotfine. Mines are even worse. IEDs… they are the worst of all. The best ones are the ones you don’t even see coming. The explosion didn’t take the whole of it, but the damage…”

With a shake of his head, he nipped a kiss to my lower lip.

“There’s a point where the pain is so much, you forget you’re feeling it at all. It’s probably endorphins from the agony, or maybe it’s the shock. Doc came after me. He got burned really fucking bad trying to get me out. Then the guys were there and they were hauling us both out. Took a long time to get back to safety, but they didn’t leave either of us.”

A sigh left him and he ghosted another kiss over my lips.

“When I woke up, I was in a medical ward and the leg from below the knee was gone. They tried to repair it. Surgery has come a long way, but there was already infection and the bone was shattered.” He waved his other hand as if nudging it all away.

“It feels like a million years ago. Doc was getting sent back to the States. The burn care was going to take a long time. They wanted to send me back too… I needed therapy and recovery and all the things you never think you might need some day.”

The light shrug of his shoulders, an acceptance that humbled me even as tears filmed my eyes.

“I couldn’t change any of it. It was done. I had to heal. Went to a place down in Texas, it was founded by a Marine—former one anyway. They built up this great rehab with psychiatrists and physical therapists and prosthetic technicians… pretty much anything you think you might need and some you don’t.”

Another kiss whispered over my lips.

“Eventually, the guys came back, helped pull my head out of my ass. Pushed me with the therapy. So did the guys there… I learned how to move again. I can do pretty much everything I could before with the prosthesis. Well, almost everything…going skinny dipping takes an extra minute cause I need to take it off so the sleeve doesn’t get wet.”

“That’s… but you’re okay, now? Right? You said therapy?” I couldn’t imagine it. My body and my looks were my living, but that seemed so shallow compared to him.

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