Page 75 of The Soldier

I can smell him on my skin. Feel him inside me.

It scares me.

I thought I would enjoy the night with him and then move on. Our bubble burst because we’d cleared away the lust that was driving us both insane.

Why did you leave?

It was a one-night stand.

How many have there been, little wolf?

None of your business.

Yes. It is. My cock was inside your pussy just a few nights ago. I’m making it my business.

I knew right then what was happening. I’ve seen the way Savannah and Briar are with Ryder and Adian. How Cassy is with Josh. The men are insanely protective and possessive.

But you want that. You love how dominant Marshall was with you.

I do not.

It’s way too vulnerable. One day something will happen and then I’d be left alone just like my mother and I were when I was younger. I had to watch her fall apart as I tried to grieve the death of my father.

I won’t do it.

I will not fall in love with anyone in the forces with the threat hanging over my head of being left with a shredded heart, baby on my hip, and miles of debt.

Whether he has a six or eight pack, and can make me come in under three minutes, it doesn’t matter. It’s not worth it.

My vagina raises her metaphorical hand to argue, and I snarl.

I reach the bar, which is busy and, despite being almost five foot seven and wearing my extra-long eyelashes, I don’t seem to be able to get the bartender’s attention.

An opening at the end of the bar catches my attention, so I head that way and spot a broad guy with dark hair and a sparkle in his eye watching me.

Excellent. I can work this to my advantage.

He points to the space beside him, then waves out to one of the staff. I squeeze in between him and the next person.

“Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.” His body angles to mine.

“Please don’t ask me if I come here often.” I toss my hair over my shoulder after ordering my drinks.

His hair is dark and cropped, and he’s tanned. Tall, I assume. Technically he should he hotter than he is, but something’s not right.

He’s not Marshall.

Ugh, shut up brain.

Instead of replying, he lifts his beer, sips it, and watches me. His brown eyes are dark, and I get the sense he’s hiding something.

Or maybe I just have trust issues.

“Are you single?” he asks instead and I roll my eyes. With a grin he shrugs and puts the glass down on the bar. “Okay, let’s start with, do you have a pet?”

A pet?

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