Page 88 of Beautiful Soldier

“What’s up?”

“Another body found.” He pulls the phone away to scroll through his Contacts. He stops on Johnny’s name and presses Send. Whatever he answers with, Oscar says, “No, she’s fine.”

I smile at that, though Oscar doesn’t seem to think it’s sweet or cute or funny. “Body found in the alley just south of the boulevard. Candy in the pockets.” He pauses. “Yeah, one of our guys. My guy tells me it looks like it’s been there a couple of days. He called us first.”

Without another word, Oscar hangs up with a shrug. “What?” I ask.

“He said he’d take care of it.”

“Who is it?” I ask, mind already filled with nasty images of a ghostly white, decaying body. And bugs. I shiver.

Oscar pulls me close to him. “One of our low guys. A grunt.”

“If he died a couple of days ago...?”

“I know,” Oscar says, rubbing my arm nonchalantly. “Then that’s only a couple of days after Farmingham, and a level up, too.”

I finish his thought. “So, we could have another dead body on our hands shortly…”

“In theory,” he says.

We lie there, my mind working over what’s happened. Eventually, Oscar brushes a kiss over my temple. “Shh, Princess. Get some sleep. There’s nothing we can do right now.”

* * *

Oscar’s a sound sleeper.The next morning, I wake before him. Each movement I make on the bed doesn’t rouse him, so I start playing a little game. I trail my fingernails over his body. Still, his breathing is steady and even, eyes twitching under his lids.

I take it a step further, fingers brushing over his cock. In the middle of the night, he must have shed his boxers because he’s naked under the sheets. His dick twitches and grows. I swear, his heart pumps louder even though he hasn’t fully woken yet. I grip his dick in my hand, giving him small pumps. He rouses even more, moaning like he’s having a very good dream.

I bet he is, and I’m going to give him the best dream.

I push the covers away and scoot down the bed. I’ve already had a taste of Oscar, so I know what it feels like to have him in my mouth. My core clenches at the thought. Before he wakes up, I pull my shirt off and shimmy my panties down my legs, leaving us both bare. If this turns out the way I want it to, I won’t be needing these clothes, anyway.

I lick Oscar like a lollipop, swirling my tongue over his head. His hips jerk, and I grip him tighter, working him toward my lips. I take him all inside, humming.

“Ahh, fuck,” Oscar says sleepily. He tangles his hand in my hair, giving my head pressure. I glance up to meet his eyes, and his mouth is open in a silent “O” of surprise as I work him. “Fuck, Princess.”

I let his dick pop out of my mouth and grin at him. “Sorry. I wasn’t tired anymore.”

I push his hips to the bed and take him in my mouth again, running my lips down his length and back up.

“You undressed for me?” he asks huskily, reaching out to tweak my nipple.

I nod, the movement working my mouth over his cock.

“You’re moving in and never leaving,” he breathes out.

He’s so serious that I can’t help but smile, ruining the rhythm I had going on, but Oscar doesn’t mind. He takes my chin and moves me up to claim my lips. He groans as if he enjoys tasting himself on me. Liquid lust burns through me hot and needy. I crawl over his body, so turned on that I can barely think. His cock presses against my center, and I ease myself over him.

He lets me go, eyes shooting wide. “Kyla.” His surprise turns into a groan as I move over him. He lowers his gaze to where we meet, watching his cock disappear inside me. “You’re so tight,” he grinds out. “Fuck me.”

“I thought that’s what I was doing,” I tease.

He reaches up to play with my tits. “Take whatever you need from me, Princess.”

I grind down over him, my walls clenching around his hard ridges. “Fuck, Oscar.”

He grips my hips. “You like my cock inside you.”

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