Duty. Honor. Country.
Love. Romance. Passion.
Look, I don’t need a psychologist to tell me why I am the way I am. I grew up with a mom who was forever chasing her happily-ever-after, never considering the cost to herself–or to me. That’s why I’m not interested in fairy tales or in finding some elusive prince charming to solve all of my problems.
Until I meet him in the bar where I work. One night of fun somehow begins to mean more, and it scares the crap out of me.
I joined the Army when I was just a kid, mostly because I didn’t know what else to do with my life. I never dreamed I’d love it enough to make it my career, but now here I am, an officer, stationed at West Point, leading a company of soldiers. What started as an escape has become my passion–and it’s one that doesn’t have space for anything–or anyone–else.
Until I meet her at my buddy’s bachelor party. I think I’m indulging in one meaningless night, but I can’t stop thinking about her. Remembering her. Wanting her.
WARNING: This scene is H O T and contains sexual language. Read at your own risk!
It was still dark when soft lips brushed over mine.
“Lark.” A man’s voice roused me gently from sleep, and part of me wanted to panic before I remembered . . . Nolan.
“Lark, baby, I gotta go. I have PT in about an hour, and I have to get back to quarters and change.” I thought I felt his hand stroke my hair, but I couldn’t force my eyes open.
“Thanks for last night. It was—you were—you are—amazing. I’ll . . . see you again.”
Much later, I opened my eyes to sunshine pouring in through my curtains. Pushing myself up in bed, I gazed around the room, smiling a little when I saw that my clothes from last night were now neatly draped over a chair instead of strewn across the floor. Clearly, Nolan had done that while he was finding his own clothes.
He’d woken me at some point in the night by using his tongue on my pussy yet again as if he couldn’t get enough. And after that, I’d straddled his drool-worthy body and ridden that massive cock to yet another mind-blowing climax. I was sore, but in the best way possible.
I fell back against the pillows and sighed. He wasn’t wrong in what he’d whispered to me before leaving early this morning—last night had been incredible. It was definitely the best sex I’d had in . . . maybe ever. Not that I’d ever tell him that—not that I’d ever give myself a chance to tell him that. Nolan was like me—one and done. We’d had a good time together, but sex like that could far too easily be taken for something else, and I was not the woman who would allow herself to make that kind of mistake.
If we happened to see each other again in passing—and it wasn’t impossible; West Point and Highland Falls were both small communities, and it was more surprising that we hadn’t met until now—we’d both be mature about it, I was sure. Hell, it was possible that he might not even remember me. Maybe I was just another in a long line of women he’d fucked, and though I might look familiar, it was entirely conceivable that after today, he wouldn’t remember my name.
I was pretty sure, though, that he’d been right about something he’d boasted last night. I wasn’t likely to forget his name—or the way he’d felt inside me—any time soon.