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“I’m sorry. I keep leading you on,” he says.

And now I want to attack him for another reason entirely. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some love-struck teenager.”

Cade’s jaw tics and his eyes narrow at my abruptness. Yeah, motherfucker, I have balls, too. Well, sort of. Never mind. You know what I mean. I straighten, allowing all the frustration of the past two weeks to bubble to the surface. I’m nobody’s plaything. “Look Cade, I get it. You have issues. Who doesn’t?” One of his eyebrows quirks up almost like he’s amused. “But you either want to fuck me or you don’t. It’s as simple as that. But all the closeness, hair washing, and subtle breathing down my neck is getting old.” The other eyebrow jumps. “I expect a man to know what he wants and go after it. Maybe that’s not you but—”

I don’t have time to brace myself before Cade’s hard body slams into mine. Hot and unyielding, he pushes me against the door, the handle digging into my back as his mouth attacks my neck first. Nipping and sucking, the mouth that has commanded dozens of men, growls against me. “You make me crazy,” he admits, placing open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, toward my lips but never getting close enough. “Every damn day, I’ve watched you. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve imagined shutting you up with something other than words.”

Huh. Coincidentally, that doesn’t offend me at all. I think I might like being silenced with some D.

His breathing turns harsher, and the hand on my hip tightens before unceremoniously yanking me underneath him. If his truck was a manual, I would swear the shifter was digging into my leg, but it’s not, and that’s totally his dick. I may have come from a pretentious family, but an uppity girl I am not. I grind into that steel rod between his legs like our lives depend on it. I claw at this man like I’m plummeting to my death and my nails against his sweat slicked t-shirt are my only hope. Basically, I am shameless as I dry hump this mountain of a man on the side of the road and I couldn’t give two shits what anyone thinks about it.

“We can’t do this here,” he pants out above me.

I’m not so fancy. “Sure we can,” I argue, pushing my opening along his length. His groan sounds utterly pained.

“You deserve better,” he manages. Honestly, I don’t care if he hits it in a dirty-ass bathroom, but I can’t necessarily say that, now can I?

“I don’t mind.” That doesn’t sound too whore-ish.

Cade takes a few breaths and lifts himself up, prying my hands off his shoulders. “We can pick it up at home.”

For the record, I only frown. I don’t kick or holler, “This is bullshit.” I simply turn the previous open-mouthed smile I had going into a hardcore frown and say, “Okay.”

Cade nods a few times like he’s trying to convince himself that this is the best idea. But inevitably, he starts the truck, turns the air on full-blast, and gives me his trademark chin jerk. “Put your seatbelt on.”

It’s good to knowthat,unlike most men, Cade can still think with the head on his shoulders when all the blood flow is mucking around in the head stuffed into his jeans. I do as he asks, and when I’m secure, he pulls onto the roadway in the opposite direction.

“What about the tux?” I don’t mention the dress because seriously, I have one I could wear.

“Fuck the tux,” he growls, gripping the steering wheel for support. I’m, if nothing else, a team player. So what do I respond with that has Cade stepping on the gas harder?

“Ooh-rah, Major.”

B,

I finally did it. I asked Jess out. I know I told you about Kyle’s wife which had me thinking Jess deserved better, but I overheard major telling Kyle that we deserve happiness, whatever that may be. Then Drew added that he should fuck anything that moves for the next month and get over it but that’s beside the point. The point is: Jess makes me happy. She hasn’t responded. Maybe help your brother out and tell her how awesome I am?

#youoweme #kindof #twentymoredaysuntilleave

Bennett Brannon

No one is around when Cade and I come hauling ass down the gravel driveway as if Satan himself was behind us the whole ten miles back. Cade doesn’t speak to me the entire ride. Hedoeshave to adjust himself several times, and that makes me pretty fucking happy.

I made him hard.

The girly giggle I let out only makes him scowl. He doesn’t like that I make him crazy, but karma’s a queen, and for once, she’s giving me what I deserve.

Major Jameson.

Before I can stare at the rod in his pants any longer, Cade throws the truck in park, comes around the front of the truck—I’ve learned not to open it—and opens my door with pent-up aggression. Placing my feet on the running boards, I reach up and lock my fingers around his scruffy chin, and place a chaste kiss on his scowling lips. It shocks him for a moment, but then he smiles, shakes his head, and kisses me sweetly against the truck.

“Come on before someone sees us.” He pulls back, swiping his knuckles along my jaw, and I seriously think I could do him on the gravel. Obviously, I don’t offer it, that would be slutty. Instead, I take his hand and jump down from the truck, letting him pull me through the door and up the steps before locking us behind his bedroom door.

For a moment we just stand there and stare at his bed made up all nice and military-like with the corners tucked. Too bad we’re about to make it look like a tornado tore through the room, sparing it no mercy.

“Do you need a minute?” Cade asks me with a hint of nerves.

Be a hero, B. Take hold of what you want. And what you want, right now, is this beautiful man. And maybe his dick. Okay, especially his dick.

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