Bad Boy Romance: Bad Marine (Bad Boy Military Romance) (Alpha Bad Boy New Adult Contemporary Male Stories) (33 page)

          They felt locked together in an orbit of sensuality, licking, sucking, caressing, probing...until Callum kissed her sex as deeply as he would her mouth and gave one of her buttocks a squeeze and a gentle shake.  "Okay," he said, licking her juice for his lips, lie down now.  Let me slip it in you."

           Reyna uncoupled herself from Callum's body and rolled off to one side, her head at the foot of the bed, and held her legs open to receive him.  Callum picked himself up and brought himself down on top of her, moving the ship of his maleness to her glistening, rosy-petaled female dock.  With one smooth move, he inserted himself in her, and they were docked now in the most delicious way of all.  He held his long, thick piece all the way inside of Reyna, pressing his crotch against her mound and making pleasure erupt inside her like a supervolcano of joy.  Reyna pressed up against him and squeezed him between her thighs in response, as if to smash the two of them together like atoms in a star.  She cried out and he moaned--and then Callum began to pump his rocket in and out of her at full thrust.

           For all the sex she had ever had and all the men with whom she'd had it, Reyna could not remember ever taking such a hard and fantastically wonderful pounding between her thighs and all the way to her womb as what the urgently, passionately humping Ty Callum gave her now.  Every word she had ever learned as a synonym for sex, that was what he was doing to her now.  His thrusts in and out of her, his strikes against her mound, were like the firing of every spacecraft ever to leap to the stars and ever asteroid ever to slam itself into a planet.  Pinning her to the bed, Callum rammed his rod deep into her again and again, unrelenting, giving and taking maximum pleasure with every stroke.  Reyna clung to him as if she were riding a careening, runaway comet.  He thrust and heaved on top of her, plunging himself into her and plunging them both into a heat like the fall of a meteor from space to a planet, until at last the fury of his penetrations overtook him and he let loose with his biggest bang of all into Reyna's depths.  The wet, white, sticky torrent of his seed flooded her inside.  She held onto him for the long sensational, sensuous seconds of his climax, then marveled at the skill with which he pulled himself up to his knees and kept himself locked deep within her while keeping her legs around him.  Panting, he moved a hand back to Reyna's fleshy nexus and thumbed it until her entire body vibrated with an ultimate release of her own.  Reyna wailed out her climax and Callum gasped, gulped, and gave out a little laugh at the knowledge that he had satisfied them both.

           Callum settled down onto the bed beside Reyna and they curled up into a post-coital cuddle, kissing and caressing deliriously, savoring the sticky wetness between their thighs and anticipating the return of Callum's erection.  In an intoxicated voice, Reyna said, "I think I've earned the right to call you Ty."

           Slurping sexily at her lips, Callum said, "That's not all you've earned.  After what you've done for me, you've got plenty more rewards coming."

           "Emphasis on the 'coming'," she said, before Callum took her mouth in a kiss that said he would soon be on top of her again.

           In the space outside, the work on the valiant prospecting ship
Morrow
continued, while aboard the Briareus Station, Captain Ty Callum launched into the next of many voyages of desire with Captain Reyna Talbot.

THE END

Bad Marine

Bad Boy Military Romance

G.P. Joyner

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Sara Harper was frustrated.  She was frustrated because, yet again, she was being packed up and moved across the world to some dirt village in the middle of nowhere.  All she wanted was to be a normal 18 year old girl who graduates high school then moves away to college where she can drink and experiment like all the girls on movies did.  Unfortunately, she had to be born to a couple of hardcore humanitarians who dedicated their lives to aiding the less fortunate of the world.

Sara's father, Dr. Jack Harper, went to remote areas of the world and set up clinics for those who had no access to medicine.  Her mother, Emily, set up schools and educated the children of whatever tribe they were living with.  As a child, Sara loved this sort of lifestyle and she thought that her parents were heroes for the work they did.  She still believed it, but as a young woman she was ready to leave the jungles and deserts and start a normal life.

The only times she saw Western civilization was when her parents brought her to their home in Florida so they could restock on supplies and give Sara a chance to visit with her grandparents before venturing out to save another group of lost natives.  As the years went by, Sara started to find it harder and harder to leave the comfort of Florida.

“Where are we going again?” Sara asked her mother as she pulled her battered and faded suitcase from its resting place in her bedroom closet.

“Central Africa to go live amongst the Nguntu people,” Emily responded as she helped Sara fold up her clothes and pack them into the suitcase.

“How do you and dad even hear about these people?” Sara asked as she ran her hand through her long, dark hair.

“Your dad has friends in a lot of places,” Emily said, tossing Sara's socks into the suitcase.  “One of those friends works for the UN and he tells your dad about people who need our kind of help.”

“If dad's friend is such an important person, then why doesn't he get someone else to go?” Sara asked as she tossed herself onto her bed.

“How many times have we gone over this?” Emily asked softly as she sat down on the bed next to her daughter.  “This is what your father and I do.  We are blessed to have such nice things like running water and electricity and medicine.  Other people in the world aren't that lucky.  We are just trying to help them out.  This world would be a better place if more people did what we did.”

“I know that you and dad enjoy this kind of stuff,” Sara said as she crossed her arms across her chest.  “I used to really like it, too.  I just want to be home where I can make friends and go to school and maybe chase my own dreams.”

“What kind of dreams do you want to chase?” Emily asked in an effort to console her pouting child.

“I don't know,” Sara sighed.  “Maybe I could get into fashion and design or become a journalist.  All I know is that the Nguntu village probably doesn't have a lot of college options for me.”

“You're right,” Emily admitted as she stood back up and finished packing Sara's clothes.  “You do deserve the opportunity to follow your own heart.  It isn't fair of your father and I to force you into doing what we want anymore.  You're a grown woman now.  It's time for you to leave the nest.”

“Do you really think so?” Sara asked as she bolted upright in her bed, suddenly feeling excitement in her chest.

“I really think so,” Emily said.  “I'll make you a deal.  You come on this one last trip with us and when we get back, you can go to any school you want.  Your father and I will pay your tuition for whatever you want to study.”

“Is dad going to be okay with this?” Sara asked, her heart pounding and a smile stretching across her face.

“He will if I talk to him,” Emily said with a wink.  “You're father can never say no to me.”

“Thank you so much, mom,” Sara shouted as she threw her arms around her mother and squeezed her tightly.

“Why don't you go shower and get ready for dinner tonight with Grandma and Grandpa,” Emily said as she returned her daughter's hug.

Sara released her mother and looked down at herself.  She was still wearing her yoga pants and sports bra and smelled of sweat.  She had been out for a run and received the news that she was moving just as she got home.  Sara shrugged and skipped off to the bathroom to go clean up.

She closed the door to the bathroom and turned on the hot water.  She couldn't stop smiling as she thought about how her days of dirty mud huts were almost behind her forever.  As steam filled up the bathroom, Sara stripped off her exercise clothes.  She admired her form in the mirror and did a little turn so she could check herself out.  The upside to living in jungles her whole life was that she was in very good shape.  Her muscles were toned and firm from a lifetime of running and climbing.  Her breasts were perky and a solid C-cup and her hips and ass gave her a perfect hourglass figure.  Her long, dark hair in combination with her brilliantly blue eyes had gained her many marriage proposals from many chiefs and princes in her life.  Fortunately, her parents knew how to deny those proposals.

Sara washed herself quickly under the hot water and thought about how much she was going to miss hot running water when it was time to leave.  Once she was done rinsing herself off, she shut the water off and wrapped herself in a towel.  Back in her bedroom, she put on a light blue sundress and a pair of white high heels.  She was really going to miss being able to dress up.

“Sargent Freeman!”

Harry Freeman winced as he heard his name shouted from his commander's office.  He recognized the tone and knew that once again he had been caught doing something against regulations.  Of course, he knew that he had been breaking rules left and right, the only question was which one he had been caught breaking.  As innocently as he could, he strolled into Captain Harrison's office.

“What can I do for you, Captain?” Harry asked with a smirk on his face.

“Wipe that stupid grin off your face, Sargent,” the Captain spat as he stood up from his chair.  “You really think you could get away with this bullshit in my unit?”

“I don't really know what you are referring to,” Harry said nonchalantly.

“You know damn well what I'm talking about,” Captain Harrison said, his face turning red.  “Somebody deflated all the tires on Bravo company's jeeps.  Their Major is climbing up my ass looking for the culprit.  He's looking to hang somebody over this.  This kind of childish behavior will not stand in my Army.”

“You can't prove that was me,” Harry said throwing his hands into the air.  “Even if it was me, I only would have done that because Major Dawkins is a major asshole.”

“God dammit, Freeman,” Captain Harrison shouted.  Harry began to fear that the veins in his neck were going to rupture if he yelled any harder.  “You are a Sargent in the United States Army.  You are supposed to be a leader.  I expect better of you.  This kind of behavior can't go unpunished.”

“So, you are blaming me?” Harry asked, knowing that testing the Captain any further was probably a bad idea.

“Of course I'm blaming you,” Captain Harrison said, spit spewing from his mouth.

“Is it because I'm black?” Harry asked, putting one more toe over the line.

“I don't give a shit that you are black, Freeman,” the Captain spat.  “I only care that you have a history of pulling this kind of crap.  You were disciplined just last week for using the medic's saline packs to cure your hangover.”

“I know a lot of guys that do that,” Harry said, trying to defend his actions.

“It was a Wednesday for Christ's sake!” Captain Harrison shouted out.  Finally, the anger seemed to burn itself out and the Captain calmed down and took his seat again.  “What am I going to do with you?” he asked, sounding exasperated.  “I can't keep you around base.  You just get into more and more trouble.  I'm afraid of deploying you into combat because I don't know if you can control yourself in that kind of environment.  You might get somebody killed with you shenanigans.  I would have your ass kicked out of the Army, but you are too damn good at your job to lose.”

“It's true,” Harry chipped in.  “I'm the best vehicle mechanic in the entire unit.  I believe I hold the record for the fastest transmission replacement on the base.”

“And that's your problem,” Captain Harrison said with frustration in his voice.  “You're a damn good worker and you are smart.  You just don't have enough to keep your mind busy so you find other projects to work on and those projects make everyone else's life hell.”

“It's not exactly the Army life that my recruiter promised me,” Harry said with a smirk.

Suddenly the Captain sat straight up in his chair with a twinkle in his eye.  “I think I know the perfect place to put you.  It's an opportunity for you to stay busy and it gets you out of my hair.”

“I hope it's somewhere nice,” Harry said.

“I got an email yesterday asking for volunteers to go to Central Africa working with some people there doing some charity work.  It's some shit hole village in the middle of nowhere.  It's so remote that a couple of surplus Army vehicles are being used to transport people and supplies in and out of the jungle.  The Army is looking for one of us to go with and make sure that our trucks are taken care of properly.”

Harry had stopped listening when he heard 'Africa'.  Being shipped off to the middle of nowhere made his stomach drop.  The last place on Earth he wanted to be was around some hippies trying to put shoes on a bunch of natives who made their houses out of sticks and cow droppings.

“I don't want to do that, thanks,” Harry protested.

“Too damn bad,” Captain Harrison said turning to his computer.  “You are going.  Go home and get your bags packed.  You ship out in the morning,” the Captain said, typing furiously.

“Fuck this,” Harry said as he stormed out of the office.

Harry stormed back to the barracks cursing his situation the entire time.  The only bright spot of the day was the look on some young Lieutenant's face when he tried to scold Harry for failing to salute him and only got a middle finger.  The memory of that Lieutenant's jaw dropping to the concrete gave Harry a nice chuckle.

Once back in the barracks, Harry pulled out his green duffle bag and began to shove his clothes into it.  He didn't even bother to make sure that things were packed properly.  He simply shoved things into the bag until it was able to close.

Sure, maybe it was true that Harry could be a bit 'mischievous', but it was only because things in the Army were so regimented that it drove him crazy.  He felt like his innocent pranks were taken way too seriously.

“The problem is that all the officers have brooms shoved up their asses,” Harry muttered to himself as he changed out of his uniform.  “It's not like I killed a man.  I wonder when the last time any of them got laid.  That would probably calm them the fuck down.”

Finally free of his uniform, Harry put on a pair of basketball shorts and a grey Army shirt that showed off his bulging muscles and laid down on his bed.  He laid there staring at the ceiling and steaming at this unfortunate turn of events until he eventually fell asleep.  He never even once thought about what was going to come out of this assignment.