Jebediah's Promise

Blurb

Captain Jebediah Holliday is a soldier who serves his country with pride and holds the heart of his wife Trudy, keeping him strong. Deducation to duty requires strength and commitment in separation for both Jeb and Trudy. Jeb's pledge to do his duty and return to Trudy safely is jeopardized when he is taken hostage on a routine mission. Trudy has faith that Jeb will return home to her, keeping his promise. A hero's face and courage comes in many guises.

Excerpt

His hand glided up her back, then back down again to rest at the curve of her hips. He lifted his head. "Show me where the bedroom is."

She couldn't say no. Taking his hand, she turned and led him down the hallway without a word.

She stopped and faced him once they reached the center of her bedroom. Suddenly, she felt shy, like it was her first time, yet it wasn't. But this time seemed more important than the others. An inner instinct told her this was it, the one she'd been waiting for.

He cupped her face. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you. I won't hurt you." Slowly, he began to undo the small pearl buttons on her blouse, then peeled the thin shirt away from her shoulders. It dropped to the floor. He smoothed his hands along the curve of her neck, fed from her lips again, sinking his tongue deep inside, tasting her, retreating, and thrusting again until she quivered with rippling heat, wanting more, to feel him inside her.

She lifted her shaking hands to the front of his shirt and undid the buttons, fumbling over the first few, becoming more frantic as she finished the job. He pushed her skirt down over her hips. It pooled at her feet as she pushed his shirt over the width of his broad shoulders. God, he was so gorgeous—a thick matting of dark hair covered his hard chest and she slid her hands through the dark, silky pelt, down along his firm abs, halting at his solid hip.

She looked up at him and he slid the strap of her bra down over her shoulder, releasing one breast from the lace covering.

"Damn, you're beautiful. I expect you'll taste just as silky as you look," he said before lowering his head to capture her nipple. Tugging with his teeth, he rasped and circled with his tongue. Fiery tentacles wound around her and she groaned in heated response. He lifted his head and uncovered the other breast. With his hand he cupped it, then rolled the hardened nipple with his forefinger and thumb. She arched into his hand, wanting to feel more of him. Wanting him to have more of her.

Raising a hand to the front of his jeans, she unsnapped and lowered the zipper, pushing both jeans and boxers down over his hips, and his cock sprang free. Jutting outward, stiff and at attention, saluting her. She almost giggled at the thought, but the heat flooding her wasn't amused, it was needy. He was such a beautiful sight. His clothing dropped to the floor. She lifted her hands, one cupped his heavy sacs and with the other she gripped his stiff shaft. Velvet heat pulsed beneath her hand. She slid her fingers up and down its thick, velvety length.

She leaned forward and grasped one of his dusky nipples in her mouth and sucked hard as it beaded tightly beneath her questing lips and tongue.

"Enough," he groaned, lifting her, and placing her on the bed. The cool feel of the bedspread did nothing to assuage the fire simmering inside her. He leaned down and grasping her panties drew them down her legs. "You excite me more than a man can stand. I wanted to take my time with you, but I don't think I can hold out." "I don't want you to." When her legs were freed of her panties, she separated them, opening to him, welcoming him.

He grasped each of her legs and opened her farther, then leaned forward. She felt his breath against her center. "Now this is what I call dessert." When his tongue touched her engorged lips, pleasure spiraled fast and hot and she gasped, twisting her hips, wanting him deeper. His hands slid along her thighs, kneading their way upward as his tongue delved deeper.

Everything was sensations, that's all there was as she felt his fingers trail along the crease of her thighs, then grasp her labia lips and open her further to his perusal.

Her hands moved down of their own accord to cup his head, wanting more, needing him deeper. His tongue retreated, circled her clitoris, then drove deep yet again. She was ready to burst at the hot pleasure he gave her. Taking his time, he slid his tongue along her opened lips, tracing, outlining, retreating, then circling her clit. Reaching for climax, unable to find it as he teased her upward. Finally, he sucked her hard little bud and she burst free, soaring, screaming, bucking beneath him. He lapped at her juices, his tongue again thrusting inside her. As she began to descend, he rose up and over her. The sensation of his thick cock poised to enter her had her again ascending upward, ready to accept his penetration, needing him.

"I can't wait any longer," and with one powerful lunge he drove fully inside and she came again as he widened her with his hard presence, seated deep, touching her cervix and again she screamed.

"Yes, Jeb, oh, God, yes. Please." She thrust her hips upward as primal desire took control of her body. He pulled back and sank deep again. The rhythm intensified, and her insides tightened again, swirling, stormy pleasure drove her deeper into the vortex.

"You are so damn tight and hot. So wet and you taste so good. I want more of you."

"Take it," she growled, beyond coherent thought, rooted in the pleasure, in the need. She met each powerful thrust. Again. And again. The scent of their passion filled the room, overcame her senses. Their slick bodies melding together, separating, and coming together again and again.

He shouted and with one last powerful plunge, sank deep inside her and she felt his surging release as he tightened his arms around her, holding her close. Within seconds she came as well, matching his pulsing desire, mating his groans with her scream.

Long moments passed as the intensity receded and he slowly withdrew. Pulling her against him, his hand stroked her slick back. "You blew my mind," he said. "I knew it when we met the other day at Dawn and Tony's. I can't believe I forgot to use protection. I'm sorry."

She slid her fingers along the line of his dark, smooth jaw. "It's okay, I'm on birth control. And it never entered my mind for you to use a condom either."

"I don't make a habit of this if that's any consolation. I haven't been with a woman in a long time and I've always used a condom. There's been no one I wanted badly enough."

"I don't either." She turned toward him as the fire began to build inside her again never having been fully doused. "But I think I want you to make love to me again."

She heard him chuckle. "That would be my pleasure." He rose over her and she felt his hard cock against her leg as he positioned himself to enter her. "Clear your dance card, darlin', because we've only started. I plan on staying around for a long time. Maybe you believe in love at first sight or not. But I surely do." She was still wet and ready and he sank in easily. "Oh, Jeb, I don't know about love at first sight, but I know I want you and I did when I first set eyes on you. I think I already ripped up the dance card."

He loved her again. Completely. Thoroughly. And then sank beside her. They stayed like that for a long time. It had felt right to have him there beside her. She'd smiled to herself and nudged out of the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"You'll see," she said over her shoulder as she padded her way into the kitchen.

She'd come back into the bedroom carrying a plate. Any man who could make love the way he did deserved a little something special. Carefully she got back onto the bed and straddled his hips. "Your dessert, Captain. Open wide." She placed a fork full of warmed cherry pie on his tongue. She saw the look of pleasure she'd become so familiar with cross his face.

"You like?"

He took the plate from her hand and sliced another fork full of pie up and held it to her lips. "Do you need to ask? Open wide." She opened her mouth and he placed the tidbit of pie on her tongue, pulled away the fork and quickly replaced it with his mouth, easing his tongue inside. He placed the plate to the side and wound his arms around her, sucking and invading her moist mouth.

Then he lifted his mouth and smiled down at her. "Now that's how I like to eat my cherry pie." She saw heat flare across his expression and a devilish sparkle lingered. "Well, one of the ways."