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Remington R. Morgan turned his face up to the ice-cold shower and closed his eyes. Damn it to hell! Kathryn was burned onto his eyelids. Frigid water sluiced down over Rem's body as he ran a weary hand through his hair. Still his cock ached and his body clenched in a demented hunger for her.
It'd been this way since the first time he'd seen Kathryn, three and a half years ago. A long ago Saturday night when he'd been home on leave after a difficult mission. They'd classified that mission as a success, but Rem would never feel that way about it. The civilian death toll was unacceptable to him. Even one, much less the number that'd gotten in the middle of a senseless struggle like this one had been.
Early that evening Rem received a call from Cappy at the rickety excuse for a bar about five miles down the road. His sister Tammy and her friend were about to cause a ruckus. Whatever that meant.
The bar was little more than a large shack that had once boasted a cabana theme. It had existed in this spot since before the super high ways. In it's hay day, it sat on a main road down to the Gold Coast playgrounds. Now all it's twenty's luster was long gone. The tattered remains of tropical tourist charm were now just sad and silly.
Pissed as only an older brother could be, he stormed down to the bar. Slamming doors and squealing tires the whole way. Tammy and her friend had no business being in there! He'd told Tammy to stay away from the place! Little sister always thought she could handle herself. Not in this place. It catered to rough types, dangerous or just plain bad-asses.
He damn well had better things to do than bailout Tammy and one of her silly little princess friends. He hadn't actually seen Tam's buddy. But shit, they all looked alike. Every one of them was an anorexic idiot, flighty as hell and brick stupid. Whatever the trouble was, they'd probably brought it on themselves. Some damn day he'd leave Tammy to straighten out her own shit!
Rem strode into the bar, filling the doorway with six foot, two inches of heavily muscled hard body. As he paused, his posture warned of predatory power constrained under military discipline. All bulging biceps and flexing thighs, masculine aggression rolled off him like the ominous vapors of a receding fog.
A high and tight haircut emphasized sleek, almost savagely feline features. Black eyes, under deceptively lowered lids, could not disguise the menace he embodied as he scanned the smoky room. Strong cheekbones and straight nose, with nostrils flared in irritation, above an expressive mouth now drawn in that grim, tense line, signaled the limited patience he was willing to expend. Grooves down his cheeks jerked while his rock-hard jaw clenched. His chiseled features were intensely focused on finding truant babies as he looked through a thick fringe of masculine lashes.
It wasn't hard to spot them. Four biker types were hanging all over Tammy and her little friend. Sweeping the bar door open with a bang, he'd turned every eye in the room on him. The four men straightened instinctively, predators who recognized a new beast challenging for the room. As he stalked across the filthy floor, Rem's eyes flicked down to the girls at the table once. Flashing black eyes blazed briefly over an elfin face with luscious lips. Those pillowy lips were currently hanging open in a tempting little "O". Something about that woman zipped right down to his dick and yanked hard. Instant and intense, the animal within demanded sexual ownership of the female staring up at him. Shit! Now he really needed a good brawl to work off the startling sexual response to seeing her pouty, pillowy lips.
Rem didn't hesitate a step as he sneered at the four fools lined up between him and the girls. He came straight at them, his intent clear, as people scrambled out of his path. No talking, no taunting. This jungle's inhabitants could already smell blood in the air and was scuttling out of the way. All four bikers tensed and crouched in ready position with fists clenched. Two of them held knives at their sides in warning. Rem smiled darkly. They were threatening him with weapons. Good.
One moment he was walking, the next he became pure energy exploding in blindingly graceful fury, striking multiple targets in staggering combinations of martial arts kicks and hits. Still, the power felt leashed. The effect was chilling as bystanders witnessed strength so tightly restrained that it roiled just below the surface in deadly quiet. That lethal control never lost its grip on the inner beast straining at its bindings. Piercing black eyes held death in the face of his opponents, offering them that option with emotionless intent. In near silence it happened so fast, four men were lying on the floor groaning, Rem had both girls by the upper arms marching them out.
His firm grip on the green-eyed witch's trembling skin shot a different kind of lightning down his adrenaline-drugged body. Rem gritted his teeth. This creature was not the usual type his sister hung with. Lush round curves bounced as he dragged them out. Her willing acceptance of his touch felt like submission as compared the screaming banshee Tammy made. His face twisted into a grimace as he contained the insane urges his steely erection roared at him. The victorious beast within demanded he take the woman of his choice, bend her over a table and fuck the fight out of his system. Since when had he become a Neanderthal? Unable to deal with this grinding lust and the dominant fuck it demanded, he dismissed it as his intense sexual appetite rearing its head. Anger was the only socially acceptable avenue to channel surging aggression.
He dragged both girls out of the bar with little regard for grace or dignity. In a voice harsh with controlled violence, he turned on them. "Go home, little girls! I catch your asses here again, I'll tan them both!"
Rem immediately jerked away from a dismayed nymph's face as Tammy's friend gaped at him. Desperate to escape her, he turned back to the bar. He couldn't deal with this pulsating hunger over a curvy body barely visible under remarkably loose clothing. Rem ignored Tammy's hysterical screams at his back and stalked up to the brassy blonde who'd followed them out.
This woman he understood. She barely wore a tank top and one could almost say she had shorts on. Her face was heavily plastered with makeup and her hair needed the roots done. The invitation in overdone eyes was explicit and direct. Rem didn't bother answering, just backed her up with his body. When they hit the building, he proceeded to burn off some energy, grinding his hips into her willing body, as he slammed his lips down on hers. Base gratification of the screaming urges still pounding through him was his only thought as he took what was offered. Denying himself this outlet didn't even enter his head as the warrior took his due.
Tammy hauled a still gaping Kathryn across the dirt parking lot into her car and squealed off, spewing gravel and dust in her fury.
The young woman who watched out the back of the fishtailing car had a great view of his jeans-clad ass thrusting hard. His rough hands wrenching up the tank top to prowl over bare breasts. Thick fingers pinched and twisted nipples rudely while the trashy blonde wrapped a leg around his waist. He'd glanced over his shoulder to see Kathryn's face disappearing down the road while he crudely attempted to remove her from his mind.
Now there was nothing Rem regretted more than the way he introduced himself to Kathryn. That was a little over three years ago, she had still been in college and way off limits as a "kid" to the hardened Special Forces officer. His encounters with her after that showed him a glowing gentle spirit who crept into his mind with uncanny ease. Her appeal was both intensely sexual and pure feminine perfection.
A year later she'd come down to the ranch with Tammy again. He'd only been home one night and Tammy had shown up with her friend. Kathryn had smiled shyly at him and become busy helping Maria in the kitchen. After supper he'd cornered her on the short walk between dining room and kitchen to apologize for the last time he'd seen her. She'd simply looked down and shook her head.
"No, no. You were right, Rem," she'd insisted softly, glancing up at him with those huge green eyes and blushing furiously. "We shouldn't have been in there. Thank you so much for, ah, for what you did. It was really nice of you to get us out of there."
Rem had been stunned. She'd thanked him for something Tammy had yet to forgive him for.
"Ah, well, it's okay," he'd mumbled, totally forgetting the reason he'd started the conversation as his eyes focused on the lush bottom lip she was biting. "It's what big brothers do," he'd finished lamely.
"Well, thanks again. I'd better get these into the dish washer." Kathryn had then inched around him with the stack of supper dishes she'd been holding to rush into the kitchen.
Essentially stunned, Rem had stared after her a moment and frowned. He should have offered to help her carry the dishes. He should have finished apologizing. He should have done a lot of things, but once again instant lust had swamped him as soon as he inhaled her delicate honeysuckle scent. He'd stood there and floundered through a half-assed statement and she'd completely stumped him with her gentle "Thank you." As she disappeared into the kitchen he felt like a fool. Rem had not liked feeling like a fool, nor had he liked the driving need to grab her. It confused the hell out of him.
Again, he'd tried to fuck her out of his mind when he returned to base. He had looked down at the moaning woman under him the next night and suddenly she'd looked too harsh, too tough, not Kathryn. He'd fucked her with a renewed purpose, squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ignore the fact he knew he couldn't come. That night he'd gotten stupid drunk after the woman left.
He'd seen Kathryn again at her college graduation. She and Tammy were in the same class. After graduation he and two of his unit buddies Charlie and Miguel had helped the girls move from Atlanta to Orlando. During the two-day trip, he'd tried to stay away from her. It had been impossible to ignore her gentle personality. She was kind and thoughtful in a way that was totally captivating. Tammy actually mirrored some of Kathryn's qualities when they were together. Rem had been amazed. He'd never seen his spoiled little sister exhibit kindness and thoughtfulness.
Each time he'd seen her since only deepened the attraction. For a part of him it had grown into that burning full-bodied emotion, which makes a man think about coming home to her every night, babies and anniversaries. Another level centered much lower on his body-he craved the lush, curvy body she inhabited. The animal need to cover her shuddered through him at his first sight of her every time. Controlling those dark desires became a battle he was tired of winning.
He'd done his bit for county. The need to protect and serve that drove his personality was now narrowed down to one sweet woman. He was ready to settle down. Perhaps it was retiring from the Special Forces-perhaps it was just his age. Could be he'd finally found a woman who turned his body to rod-iron and his brain to boot-leather.
Resisting the attraction was no longer an option. At first he'd done it because she was so dang young. Still on active duty he'd known she was out of his reach. When he'd retired from the service it had become clear that there would be no other woman for him. Her close relationship with his sister as best friend, business partner and roommate meant his family had included her in their circle. His parents seeing her as a daughter was exactly the relationship he wanted, but he wanted it with her as his wife. The frustration of what he wanted being so close, yet so seemingly unattainable ate at him.
He'd just gotten a close up view of what finding your heart beating in the breast of your mate looked like. His best friend Grey was the luckiest bastard alive as far as Rem was concerned. Grey had found his Princess and claimed her with what appeared staggering ease to Rem. While he was damned to years of looking, wanting, needing and not touching.
Even now, Kathryn barely spoke to him. Whenever he came near, she managed to quickly move away, keeping a nervous distance from him at all times. It didn't matter how he bent himself into being gently attentive and polite. He'd become a fucking non-threatening Boy Scout for that woman. Even though the sound of her voice could light a fire in his soul, he'd tamed it for her. He showed her only the gentleman, never again the warrior. He'd done every damn thing he could think of to remove the memory of that night in the bar. Through it all, the fierce need to possess her built with each failure to reach her. Now, simply knowing she was on the property was enough to drive him to the cold shower.
One of his specialties was seeing past a disguise. Kathryn had a spectacular body she did her best to disguise. She seemed shy and intimidated by her own sexual appeal. She was only twenty-three-she needed time to get comfortable with herself. It didn't take Special Forces Intelligence and espionage training to figure that one out. Any idiot could see her self-depreciating personality was a sign of self-esteem issues. That very fact pointed to the possibility she was a virgin.
All this psychology babble got him exactly nowhere in relation to the steel pipe he was sporting. Reasoning with an Elite Forces trained, A-1 National Security-rated brain meant zip to the cock and balls. They were blue, hard and wanted Kathryn. Not an hour ago, they'd seen her emerge from her sensible little car, in her sensible clothes. No amount of brilliant analysis could convince them that the woman they wanted wasn't about to come within their reach. Even an ice-cold shower could not drive the point home to them.
Sweet, young, naive, she was all of that and precisely the things that normally sent him in the opposite direction. Yet now, his mind was consumed with sensual thoughts of her soft pussy as it yielded to accept his hard invasion. How he'd spread her legs, hold her puffy little cunt lips open and jam his face into her. Keeping her there until he ate his fill of her. Until her cream coated his mouth, his lips, his face and dripped off his chin.
It was unexpected-this incessant need to taste her, know her private scent and slather his body in it. In the past it had always been nice to fuck-face. He'd returned the favor when the situation called for it, but he'd never needed it, fantasized about it. Damn. Last time the girls came to the ranch he'd almost slipped into her room and stolen a pair of her panties. Just so he could hold them to his face and inhale her essence. Pathetic bastard that he was, he'd probably do it this time.
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