A Blued Steel Wolfe (6 page)

Justin’s thoughts were similar, as he held Cammie while she fucked him slowly. He felt strongly for her, and he knew that he wanted to see how far they would go together. In spite of himself, he also felt the love growing within him for this ebony beauty. All thoughts of other matters were lost in the sea of his desire for her.

She focused on the pleasure he gave her, but also focused on the pleasure she could give him in return. She flexed her inner muscles around his hard cock, massaging him as she moved up and down on his pole. When he finally released her nipples and looked up into her eyes, she leaned down and kissed him with a passion she hadn’t felt in almost three years. Her full, luscious lips crashed into his, and their tongues dueled again sensually. All thoughts fled their minds as they focused on the pure physical intimacy they shared. Their bodies, slick with sweat, moved together as if made for each other.

Soon enough, Cammie found herself once more on the precipice, as her climax began to take her. She felt the initial shockwave roar through her. Then the quaking pleasure erupted from her full pussy and out through her entire body. She threw her head back and her eyes rolled back in her head as she screamed in purest joy. Justin’s roaring voice joined hers in chorus, as he exploded inside her again.

As their shaking subsided, she fell forward, landing on top of him. Instinctively, Justin threw his arms around her. Their ragged breathing slowly returned to normal, and Justin tilted Cammie’s chin up to his face. She smiled as he kissed her waiting lips slowly and lovingly.

Their sweat soaked bodies slowly cooled, and they continued to recover from their mutual ecstasy. Cammie giggled, drawing a curious glance from Justin.

“I haven’t felt this good in a long time, baby,” she said with a loving smile for her new man. She sighed contentedly and laid her head on his chest.

“That makes two of us,” he replied, laughing softly. “Cammie, you are amazing!”

“Not as amazing as you, honey,” she replied in a purr, snuggling in close. She still straddled him, but his softening cock finally slid out of her with an audible plop. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been
that
sexually satisfied.

“I know better than to argue with a beautiful lady, so I won’t,” Justin said with a chuckle. Then he whispered, “I still think you’re more amazing, though.”

“We’ll have to agree to disagree on that point, then,” she replied with another cute giggle. Then she looked up at him and gave him a serious look. She brought one well-manicured finger up and stroked his cheek. “Just so you know this had better not be a one-time thing, Justin.”

Justin was shocked at that. He never even thought of this as a one-shot with her. His look of hurt surprise that she would even think that left little doubt in her mind, and she grinned as she leaned forward and kissed him. Then she whispered, “Good. Now I know we’ll see each other again.”

Justin laughed softly as he rolled her onto her back and started kissing her lips passionately. She moaned and wrapped her arms around him as she kissed him back. Her tongue swirled with his leisurely as they came down together in the aftermath of their erotic marathon.

They took a slow, languid shower together. They reveled in washing each other from head to toe, enjoying the soapy goodness as they rubbed their bodies together. As Cammie washed his cock, she felt it twitch in her hands. She looked up at Justin and smiled devilishly.

“Mmm, are you trying to kill me, girl?” he asked with a chuckle as he leaned down and kissed her lovingly. “I don’t know if I can go again just yet.”

“It’s ok, baby,” she said with a cheeky grin. “We’ll get to that later. Right now, we need to finish washing and then drink some water. Oh, and we need to change the sheets too.”

“We kind of messed them up, didn’t we?” Justin asked with a grin of his own.

“Mmhmm, yes we most certainly did,” she said with a low laugh. Then she finished rinsing him off with the hand-held showerhead.

***** ***** *****

Justin and Cammie made love three more times that night. They had to change the sheets again before they could get to sleep, but they fell asleep readily in each other’s arms. Justin held her from behind, his arm around her protectively and possessively, and Cammie smiled as she drifted off to dreamland.
He’s mine now
, she thought to herself.
I can’t believe how wonderful he is!

As he heard her breathing deepen in sleep, Justin’s mind went into turmoil.
Oh, dear God, what have I done
? He asked himself silently.
I can’t help how I feel about her
. W
hat would she think of me if she knew the truth about how Juan died, though
?

He took several deep breaths as he calmed himself down. He couldn’t afford to lose his self-control now. He couldn’t help how he felt for Cammie, no more than she could help how she felt about him. With his mind still in flux, he fell asleep.

That night, he dreamed of days gone by. He remembered in his dreams how that day happened, seemingly so long ago.

He dreamed of the day that Juan Delgado died.

Chapter 2

Dreams, Memories, and Secrets

Afghanistan, two and a half years earlier…

“We got them, Ell Tee. I count twelve of the assholes,” Juan said as he handed the binoculars to Lieutenant Wolfe. The platoon leader placed them to his eyes and followed Sergeant Delgado’s pointing finger.

He saw the Taliban making camp for the night. The Rangers lay prone in some shrubs, but had a good view of the camp itself. From half a klick away, the enemy looked very small, but he could make out their positions easily enough.

“Looks good, Juan, but I got fifteen. Three more just came out of their tents,” Justin said as he handed the binoculars back to his Second Squad Leader. He then pointed to a ridge just to the left of the camp from their position. “I want your squad set up there on that ridge as support. You can sneak around through that wash over there.”

Juan followed his commander’s pointing finger and nodded. “Good plan, sir. We should get back and let the others know we found them.”

“Hooah, Sergeant. Let’s go,” Justin replied quietly, and they moved backward slowly until they were out of the enemy’s line of sight. Then they jogged back to where the rest of the platoon waited for them.

They’d been tracking the Taliban unit for three days already. The tangos lost some men in a previous skirmish, but managed to pop smoke and break contact. The Rangers decimated them, and then started tracking the enemy soldiers. Now they’d found the bastards and were ready to finish the job.

They found the rest of their platoon where they’d left them, and Juan rejoined his squad as LT Wolfe briefed them on the situation. He knelt in the dirt and drew a diagram as he addressed his men.

“We have fifteen, count one five tangos one point two klicks northwest of our current position. We’ve also confirmed that they’re the ones who got away after our last skirmish. This time, we’re going to ambush them and take finish the job. There’s a ridge just to the north of their camp, and Second Squad is on support duty for this one as usual.

“Hooah, Ell Tee,” Juan said as he nodded. Justin nodded back to his friend and then continued.

“First, Third, and Fourth Squads will form up here, here, and here,” he said as he pointed to several spots on his makeshift map. The spots he pointed out provided cover and concealment for their approach. He then looked at each squad leader for confirmation of his orders.

“Roger that, sir,” said Sergeant Smithson, the First Squad Leader.

“Understood, Ell Tee,” replied Sergeant Grimes of Third Squad.

“Yes, sir,” Sergeant Jackson confirmed with a nod for Fourth Squad.

“Good copy. Mount up, Rangers. We have some tangos to kill. Hooah?” Justin said.

“Hooah, sir,” the men of Wolfe’s Hunters replied as one.

They advanced silently, keeping low as they approached the cover and concealment points. Second Squad, led by Staff Sergeant Juan Delgado snuck through the wash to their right and crept quietly up the ridge to their position. He directed his SAW gunners to their positions, and took his own position in the middle.

His men knew fire discipline already. The SAWs had the highest rate of fire of any light machine gun used by the United States Military, so fire discipline was very important with them, especially.

When he was in position, he popped squelch twice to let the rest of the platoon know. Justin popped squelch once in acknowledgment. The support squad aimed down their sights, ready to open fire on their lieutenant’s signal.

Justin used his binoculars in the dying light to survey the sentries set up around the enemy camp. He wanted to do this quick and clean, so he gave orders to his assault squad leaders on their designated fields of fire. Each man acknowledged the orders, and LT Wolfe prepared to give the final order.

Then he heard fire coming from the direction of the support line, but it wasn’t M-4 or SAW fire. His blood went cold as he recognized the distinctive staccato of AK-47s.

“First Squad, with me!” he shouted at his men. Then he addressed his platoon sergeant. “Sergeant Gonzales, take the rest of the platoon through the assault. We’re going to help Second Squad. The rest of you take that camp down! Go. Go! GO!”

The Rangers followed orders, sprinting forward to each cover point they recognized, firing on the run when they had a shot. The Taliban soldiers returned fire, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the attacking Rangers.

Meanwhile, Justin and First Squad moved at a dead sprint for the wash. The bursts from SAWs fired back at the enemy that had somehow approached the support line without anyone’s knowledge. M-4 Carbine fire joined the SAWs as Second Squad fought back. As First Squad rounded the ridge, they spotted a large force of Taliban firing on Delgado’s men.
Where did they come from
? Justin asked himself, even as he brought his rifle up and targeted the first enemy soldier he saw.

First Squad fired into the enemy’s flank, taking down twelve of the tangos before they could react. They fell prone and continued to fire into the enemy unit, even as the remaining Taliban dove for cover of their own.

A quick glance at Second Squad confirmed Justin’s concerns, though. Over half the squad was down, and the remaining men barely made it over the ridgeline to relative cover from their attackers.

Over in the camp, Sergeant First Class Gonzales and the two squads under his command finished dealing with the enemy there. With all tangos down, he gave the order to back up Second Squad and the Ell Tee. With that now in mind, they moved towards the support line to reinforce their position.

The firefight became furious as the larger Taliban force fought back from cover, but the Rangers sniped at them every time they broke cover to return fire. Shot at from two different directions, they lost men quickly in the Rangers’ ad-hoc killzone. The overlapping fields of fire took their toll, and the Rangers shot down every tango that tried to retreat.

One tango tried jumped up to throw a grenade, but fell as the live explosive rolled out of his hand. The ensuing blast blew the remaining Taliban to kingdom come.

“Cease fire!” Justin commanded when the enemy fire stopped. He stood up, as did the men with him, and they cautiously approached the former enemy positions. When he verified that all tangos were down, he got on his radio. “All Squad Leaders, casualty reports!”

“First Squad, one wounded,” Smithson reported.

“Third Squad, no casualties,” said Grimes.

“Fourth Squad, two walking wounded,” Jackson said tiredly.

“Second Squad, three wounded, three dead,” said Sergeant Rudolph, the alpha fire team leader. “Juan is down and doesn’t look good, sir.”

“Medic! See to Sergeant Delgado
now
!” Justin shouted, his blood going cold. He hated losing men, and Delgado was one of his best.
Stupid
.
Stupid
!
STUPID
! He berated himself silently. He should’ve ordered Second Squad to post a lookout behind them in order to spot any enemy personnel sneaking up on them.
I made a rookie mistake and my men died because of it
!

“Security! Watch the perimeter!” Justin ordered. “Gonzo, assign men to a three-sixty degree watch, every forty-five degrees around the triage area!
Do it now
!”

“Yes, sir!” Gonzo replied, giving orders to each squad leader or acting squad leader.

“Big Bird, this is Hunter zero-two Actual, over,” Justin said into his radio on the general channel.

“Hunter zero-two, Big Bird. Go ahead, over.”

“We need evac, Big Bird,” replied Justin, exhaustion showing in his voice. “We have multiple wounded and dead. Send three helos to the following map coordinates,” he said, reading off their current position for pickup.

“Roger that, Hunter. Three helos inbound to your position.”

“Good copy, Big Bird. Hunter zero-two, out,” Justin acknowledged.

The Rangers heard the Blackhawks approaching and popped green smoke to show that the LZ was clear.