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  “Fine,” he grumbled.

  As the door flew open, she tried to slam it before he made his way inside, but he was too fast. He shoved the door shut behind him with a powerful kick of his foot. Grabbing her by the upper arms, “Damn stubborn woman,” he groused before attacking her mouth again. She managed to get away from him running toward her bedroom. Bursting through her bedroom door, he tackled her on her bed. “Stop fighting me!” he barked.

  “GET OUT!” she screamed. “Just leave me alone.” She fought him with everything in her. Kicking and clawing at his body. He grabbed both her hands and held them in his strong one above her head.

  “Please stop fighting me. Tell me what I did so I can fix this.” He kissed her neck, by her ear, down her collarbone. He used his free hand to fondle her breasts through her clothes, continuing to beg her to stop fighting him. When she finally calmed down, he could feel the fight leave her body.

  He grabbed her chin, making her look at him, “Please tell me what I did to deserve this?” he asked pleadingly.

  “Have you fucked her?” she asked. She knew it sounded petty and jealous, but she couldn’t help it, she needed to know. All these feelings were so new to her. Where were they coming from?

  “Who? Shelby Lynn?”

  “You know who,” she seethed.

  “Is that’s what’s bothering you?” he released his hold on her hands and sat up on the side of the bed.

  “I just want to know.”

  “No, I’ve never fucked her. God, Alana,” he stood up, pacing the room. “She’s my best friend’s little sister. He would kill me for even thinking of it.”

  “So, what happened the night before you left for boot camp?”

  He stopped pacing and looked at her. “I got drunk and she came on to me. It wasn’t the first time it had happened. But,” he sat back down on the bed, “I let it go further than it should have that time, I kissed her before coming to my senses and telling her to go home.”

  “And nothing else?”

  “No, nothing else. I told Dusty what happened, immediately. You don’t understand how protective he is of that girl.” He sat back down on the bed beside her. “Probably because she’s always tried to be as wild as he was, is.”

  “How did he take it?”

  “He was pissed at both of us, but mostly at her. He knew she caught me off guard and drunk. He told me if it ever happened again all the friendship in the world wouldn’t save my sorry ass.”

  “But she still carries a thing for you. I saw it in her eyes.”

  “She’s always had a crush, I suppose.”

  “Logan, it’s more than a crush,” she said, finally touching his arm. “And, you have never had feelings for her?”

  “No, never,” he looked offended at the question. “I told you, she’s my best friend’s baby sister, that’s it. I’ve never looked at her any other way.”

  “So, why did you introduce me the way you did?”

  “What way?” he said, tucking a piece of loose hair behind her ear.

  “You didn’t tell her about us, you didn’t even introduce me as your friend.”

  “Alana, how did you want me to introduce you? We are far more then friends, that’s obvious.”

  “I don’t know? What am I to you?” she couldn’t believe the words had slipped out so easily. Did she really want to know?

  “Alana, I’d like for us to be more than this, more than a vacation romance, but I don’t know where your head is, and you won’t talk to me to let me know.”

  “How is that possible, Logan?” she flopped her head back on the bed. “You leave in less than a week. You have no idea where you’re going, or when you’ll be back. It seems impossible.”

  “Well, until that happens, I’m not letting you out of my sight. I want to spend every second,” he kissed her nose, “of every minute,” he kissed each cheek, “of every day with you,” finally, kissing her lips. The sweetest kiss she had ever felt. “And, until we figure this out, you are my girlfriend. I don’t care if you like the title or not.” He stood, pulling her to her feet. “Maybe frat boy will leave you alone once he hears the news. You are planning on telling him, aren’t you?”

  “If I see him again,” she shrugged. “I don’t plan on just calling him up. I don’t think that’s such a good idea, do you?”

  “Uh, no, but if you see or hear from him again, I want him to know, you are off the market.”

  * * * * * * * *

  Logan turned on the shower to let the water warm while Alana grabbed towels. She was bent over getting the towels from under a cabinet, still wearing the tight black mini-skirt she had worn last night, and it barely covered her as she bent over. His cock immediately went hard. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself to the hilt inside her. A deep guttural growl escaped from him as he grabbed her by the hips and ground himself against her backside.

  “God, you are so hot, so beautiful.” He unzipped her corset top, moved the straps off her shoulders and let it hit the floor. Bending down, he took first one nipple then the other in to his mouth, swirling his tongue around each one until they beaded for him. Alana whimpered as she ran both hands through his short hair. Slowly, he unbuttoned her skirt letting it slide down her legs by her feet, leaving nothing but her black lacy thong exposed. Going down on both knees, he removed the small scrap of material, grazing his hands down each leg as he went, kissing her bare skin. He grabbed her backside, pulling her closer to his face, inhaling her scent deeply. “Mmm, suckle,” he breathed.

  Her breath hitched as he spread her folds open with both thumbs and ran his coarse tongue over her clit. Her legs weakened and she was glad he was holding her up. Lapping at her, sucking hard on her bud, he inserted a finger, hitting that special spot inside her, the friction feeling exquisite.

  “Logan,” she said in a pained whisper.

  “You like that, baby?”

  “Yes, oh God yes!” she cried.

  Continuing his assail on her, he added an additional finger, filling her with the pressure she so desired. He thrust in and out of her, nibbling at her clit relentlessly with his talented tongue. She felt her orgasm building within her, and her breaths became hard and fast. Throwing her head back, she came with a scream that resembled his name.

  Rising back to his feet, Logan pulled her into his embrace, kissing her like he needed it more than his next breath. Tasting her own saltiness on his lips fed her hunger for him. Tugging at the hem of his shirt, he bent slightly to allow her to pull it over his head. She unbuckled his belt and popped the button to his jeans, pushing them down over his hips. His rock hard erection leapt out as she pulled his boxer briefs down giving her access to stroke him. Taking her hands in his before she had a chance to touch him, he kissed the inside of her wrist, picked her up and stepped in the small shower with her. She looked at him confused, but he just smiled.

  The water was beating down on his back, shielding her from the spray. “I want to feel you in my mouth, Logan, I need it.” Dropping to her knees she stroked his long, thick shaft, taking only the head into her mouth. A fire flamed in his eyes as she took him deeper into the back of her throat. Grabbing the sides of her head with both hands, he began pumping his hips, pushing his cock into her warm, wet mouth.

  “Oh Jesus, Alana, don’t stop,” arching his back and pulling her head closer, sending his cock to the back of her throat. “Do you like having my cock in your mouth?”

  “Mmmhmm,” she hummed, sending vibrations through his body. Cupping her hands around his balls with one hand, she pumped his shaft with the other. Seeing her on her knees, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft was almost enough to get him off, but when she looked up at him through her thick eyelashes and took him to the back of her throat one last time, he knew he was done for.

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bsp; “Alana, I’m going to come,” he pulled her head back, his purple head leaving her mouth with a popping sound. She didn’t let go of his shaft, pumping it up and down, rubbing it between her breasts until she felt the warm sensation of his come spraying on her chest.

  “Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he groaned, watching his come running between her perfectly round globes and down her abdomen. She squeezed her breasts together, rubbing his semen into her skin like lotion. It was a sight to behold.

  Pulling her up the length of his body, he wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed her softly on the mouth. “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met,” he said quietly.

  “You’re pretty amazing yourself, Sergeant,” she smiled.

  Gently, he washed her body. Squirting her coconut smelling shampoo into his palm, and massaging it into her hair, he washed then rinsed it under the spray. When they were finished, he dried her, and tenderly wrapped her in a soft towel. It was the most amazing feeling, having someone tend to her needs in such a sweet way. Being a nurse, she always tended to everyone else, but he made her feel special.

  Pulling the comforter back on the bed Alana crawled under and felt the bed dip as Logan climb in bed next to her. He pulled her close to his body, still damp from the shower. The smell of fresh soap and his masculine scent cocooned her as she fell asleep wrapped in his arms.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  “Let’s get this show on the road,” Dusty said, slamming the tail gate of his Chevy pickup truck. Coolers were packed with beer and drinks on ice, and loaded on the back of the truck. Alana had gathered some extra quilts to take since it was a chilly night, throwing them in the back of the truck as well.

  “Oh, stop your belly aching, it’s not even dark yet.” Becky smirked, quickly smacking him with a kiss on the lips and a slap on the behind. Rolling her eyes at Alana, she said “Men!”

  Alana laughed as Logan came up behind her wrapping his hands around her waist and squeezing tightly.

  “What about us, men?” he said, raising his eyebrow.

  “They get all antsy and shit and act like we’re the ones causing drama,” Becky quipped back.

  “Y’all do cause the drama!” Dusty laughed, “Now hop that fine ass on up in the truck,” he said, grabbing her by the waist, swinging her around to face the front of the truck.

  “Whatever. Acting like a caveman is drama free I guess?” Becky huffed, swatting his hands away.

  “Ah, you love it when I go all caveman,” Dusty chuckled, nuzzling her neck.

  “God. Are we going or what?” Logan groaned, rolling his eyes.

  “Kiss my ass, Logan!” Becky snapped.

  “His lips better be nowhere near your ass, sweet cheeks’” Dusty barked, smacking her bottom.

  “You got that right,” Alana said, laughing.

  “Is Shelby Lynn coming?” Alana asked.

  “Nah, she wanted to sit by the pool and get some sun she said. I told her sun better be all she’s getting while I’m gone.”

  “She is a grown woman, you do realize that don’t you, shug?” Becky said.

  “She’s my baby sister first and foremost. I’d hate to have to whip somebody’s ass.”

  “Man, get in the damn truck. Leave your sister alone, for god’s sake. She’s got better sense then you, dumbass.” Logan pushed Dusty toward the truck, shaking his head.

  Logan helped Alana climb up into the backseat of Dusty’s pick-up before climbing in the backseat beside her. Pulling her close, he tucked her under his arm and kissed her on the top of the head. She smiled up at him, making his stomach shudder. Such a strange feeling he’d never experienced before. He joined the military at eighteen. So much of his life he spent worrying about survival, he had never taken the time to just relax and enjoy. He and Alana were alike in so many ways. Both concerned with their careers, never finding time for enjoyment. They needed each other, he was sure of that now. Feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders in her presence, he knew at that moment he was going to make some changes in his life, and she was going to be part of it.

  “Hey, where’d you go?” she whispered.

  “Nowhere, angel,” he sighed. “I’m right where I belong,” he smiled at her.

  “Ditto,” she said, smiling back.

  The sun was still out when they pulled up at Becky’s cousin’s, by a huge lake. Pick-ups and four by four SUV’s were already circling the large fire pit. Luke Bryan’s “That’s My Kind of Night” was blaring from large speakers on top of a black Ford F-250.

  “That’s Carter over there. Come on, I’ll introduce you,” Becky said, pointing to the F-250 and jumping down from the cab of the truck.

  Carter Dawson was a tall man, with light brown hair and eyes the color of Becky’s. He was gorgeous, with huge muscles, and a smile that could make you forget where you were. Approaching them with a smile on his face as they climbed out of the truck, he met Becky with a hug.

  “Hey cuz. Glad you could make it,” he said, glancing to the others.

  “You know I can’t stay outta the country for long,” she said, hugging him back. “I want you to meet my friends,” she said, making introductions. “You remember my friend from work, Alana? This is her boyfriend Logan, and this here handsome fella is my good friend, Dusty Richards.”

  He shook each one of their hands, paying particular attention to Dusty. “Well, it’s good to have you here. Any friends of my cousin’s here are friends of mine,” he said, turning back to Becky. “We have the ATV’s out by the mud pits if any of you want to get muddy cuz. Or, just go for a trail ride.”

  “Oh, hell yeah!” she said, pumping her arms in the air. “Hey, you gonna be singing tonight?”

  “I brought the old six string, we’ll see how rowdy this bunch gets,” he chuckled. “You guys help yourselves and have fun,” he said, sauntering away.

  “He has the voice of Elvis. He plays at some of the local bars in town, but we can’t get him to go professional at all. He says it takes the fun out of it, and he’d rather be a honky tonk star.” Becky laughed, rolling her eyes. “I hope he sings tonight. You won’t believe your ears.”

  “Me too,” Alana said, still watching him walk away.

  “You see something you like, darlin’?” Logan whispered sarcastically in her ear.

  “I’m not blind, Logan, he’s a nice looking guy,” she snapped back.

  “Oh, it’s like that huh?” he responded, raising his eyebrows.

  Realizing what can of worms she just opened, she tried to rectify the situation.

  “Babe, I didn’t mean it that way. There is no man that can compete with you,” she said, kissing him on the mouth trying to take his mind off the conversation.

  “Alana, I know what you’re doing,” he murmured in her mouth.

  “Is it working?” she smiled.

  “I don’t think so, but keep trying.” He smiled back, pulling her closer to him.

  “Come on, let’s go for a trail ride before it gets too dark,” Becky said, tugging on Alana and Logan’s arm.

  Leading them to the mud pits, Becky pointed out to the dock on the lake. A wooden structure with a blue tin roof covered a white inland boat with dark blue stripes. The lake was beautiful with cypress trees growing from the water. Wrought iron chairs and small tables were placed around the edge of the dock. Lush green grass grew around the edges of the water. It was a sight to behold.

  Walking through a clearing in the trees, they found the mud pits. ATV’s of every color were whizzing by, the noise almost deafening. A large pool of water was in the middle of a variety of different sized dirt hills. Riders were splashing through the water and sailing through the air as they jumped the hills, landing in the mud with a splatter.

  “You gu
ys ready to ride?” Becky asked making her way to several red ATV’s sitting to the side, one with a small green cooler strapped to it. “There are hundreds of miles of trails through these woods.”

  “Hell yeah!!” Dusty answered with a childlike grin.

  “Well mount up, boys!” she smiled back. “We’ll double up if that’s alright?”

  “As long as I get to drive, that’s fine with me,” Alana answered, looking up at Logan.

  Logan pulled her up against him speaking in her ear, “I’d love to have your fine little ass plastered up against my crotch, angel.”

  “You’re just wicked today!!” she laughed.

  The girls took the steering position on the front of the ATV’s, with the guys climbing on behind them. Becky took the lead, guiding them into a thick cluster of trees. Alana loved the earthy smell of composting leaves still on the ground from the fall. It had been a long time since she had been out in the country air, feeling the wind blowing through her hair and across her face felt liberating. Birds and squirrels scurried out of the path as they continued riding on the twist and turns of the trail.

  Coming upon a small clearing, Becky pulled over and stopped, Alana pulling up next to her.

  “Something wrong?” she asked her friend.

  “Nah, just need a potty break,” she laughed, climbing off the front of the ATV. “I’m sure Carter left some beer in the cooler if you guys are thirsty.” She pointed to the cooler, while pulling some paper out from a small black box under the seat of the ATV. “Alana, you need to go?”

  “I probably should,” she replied, following Becky behind a few trees and shrubs.

  “We’ll be bock,” Becky yelled in her best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice.

  “Goofy woman,” Dusty laughed, shaking his head.

  “She’s a good one for you, man,” Logan said, cracking open a Coor’s Light and pulling a long draw from it.

  “She’s a good time. We’ve been talking about hooking up every now and then. You know me man, I’m not the settling kind. Besides, she’s still getting her ex outta her system.” Dusty leaned on the seat of the ATV, scratching his chin.