Broken Arrow: A Military Erotic Romance (3 page)

Sophie had trouble meeting his eyes. She felt like she was once again a teenager giggling in the corner as she talked about sexual things. “Not exactly the medical terms,” she replied, “but if there is no response to penile stimulation it means there are much more serious neurological issues.”

“Everything worked,” she said with a smile, “but that isn’t what attracted me to you. No wounds, but so badly damaged...”

“Like your father?” he asked.

They were at her house, so Sophie replied, “We’re here. Just park in the driveway.” Then as Jake was pulling in, she added, “...like a lot of soldiers and sailors I have worked with before.”

He stopped the car and looked over at her. His eyes seemed to be twinkling. “I’m not a soldier, ma’am. I’m a Marine.”

***

Jake followed Sophie into her house. It was an older two-story house built “during the war” with a living room, dining room
, and kitchen on the ground floor and two bedrooms on the upper. He hadn’t really thought of her as a woman before. No, that wasn’t right. He was a Marine. He had thought of her as a woman. He had even found himself strongly attracted to her. He just hadn’t thought of her as a woman to whom he could ever be more than just another patient.

Now as he followed her up the front steps of the house, he couldn’t help but notice the way that her hips moved in her dress. Why had she invited him to her house? Was it to talk? Was it for sex? Did she feel attracted to him the way he was attracted to her?

“Why don’t you take off your shoes and just sit in the living room while I fix us something to eat?” Sophie said as they entered.

“I could help,” he answered while he was removing his boots. “Or, I could just sit in the kitchen and talk to you while you fix something.”

Sophie frowned at him.

“Or... I could just sit and watch your ass as you move around.” He smiled at her as she stuck her tongue out at him.

He followed her into the kitchen. “Make yourself useful, then,” she said. “The plates are in the cupboard and the silverware is in the drawer
under the counter.”

He started setting the table while she put a pot of water on the stove and got a jar of sauce out of a set of shelves along one wall. Then she got two glasses out of the cabinet and set one of them, now filled with wine, in front of him.

He took a sip of it and said softly, “You don’t have to do this.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” she replied. “Everything in life is a choice, remember?”

“Ok, doctor,” he laughed. “But you do not have to choose to do this just because I saved your beautiful ass today.”

“It isn’t because you saved me,” she answered. “I’ve been strongly attracted to you since I first met you, and— and now... and now you’ve seen me naked.”

Jake was now totally confused. Sophie lifted the lid on the pot to check if the water was boiling and laughed brightly at him. “No,” she said, “you’ve never seen my nude beautiful ass. But you’ve seen more than that. Naked isn’t about clothing. It is about vulnerability. It is about opening up to someone else and letting them know your weaknesses. It is about someone else knowing your deepest, darkest, most secret of secrets.”

“Like brothers in combat,” he answered.

“Or like people who have seen each other at their most vulnerable and understand because they’ve been there.” she continued. “No one else in that room knew why I was curled up on the floor. The others in group didn’t notice. The orderlies thought I was protecting myself. Only you knew that I was one of you. Something connected you to me. You saw me naked, and now I am making myself even more naked to you by admitting that I should have been in that group, not leading it.”

Jake suddenly remembered the beautiful voice and the beautiful face which had called him forth from oblivion. Hers was the only voice that had reached him. His mind dimly told him that hers was not the only voice which had called out to him in the days and weeks that he was gone. But only she had truly known the pain that his mind was trying to shut out forever. That true knowledge of each other beneath whatever lay on the surface was the bond that ultimately drew them together and led him out of the fog and darkness.

He stood up and pulled her into his arms. Their lips met and the final walls dissolved between them. His hands slid under her blouse and held tightly against her back. The heat of her body was intense against his palms.

Jake wasn’t sure how long they held themselves together in that kiss. Then they pulled apart slightly and he kissed her anew. Now his hands were unbuttoning her blouse and sliding it down her shoulders. Her skirt followed shortly thereafter. Dressed in just her bra and panties, she continued to push herself against him. He felt hands loosening his belt and pulling at his uniform shirt to free it from his pants. His hands moved to her bra, and soon his firm chest was pressed tightly against her breasts.

A very hot pair of hands–small and gentle, but very hot–pushed his pants down his legs. His GI issue boxers fell with them to his knees and he stepped out of them. He broke free from their embrace for a moment to shed his shirt. When he pulled her back against his chest and slid his hands down her back he felt the rounded swell of her buttocks. In that moment while he was removing his shirt, she had removed her panties.

They pressed their bodies tightly against each other as if they were trying to merge into one being. Jake could feel his erection held tightly against her abdomen as their kisses moved hungrily over each other’s faces.

The clatter of the pan’s lid against its metal sides reached his ears. Boiling water was bubbling out onto the stovetop. He reached over and turned off the burner beneath it and said, “I think it’s time we went upstairs.”

***

Sophie led Jake over to the steps, but then hesitated slightly when she realized that the narrow steps did not allow enough room for them to walk side-by-side.
There is no graceful way to do this
, she thought to herself.
Either I let him go up in front of me and try to guess which bedroom is mine, or I go in front of him and let him look directly at my ass while I climb the steps.
I guess now he will have truly seen me naked
, she considered as she started up the steps. She could feel his breath against her backside as he climbed the steep steps directly behind her. They were about half-way up the steps when she felt his lips press lightly against her right ass cheek. “You do have a beautiful ass,” he said from behind her. For some reason, that felt like the greatest compliment she had ever received.

Sophie turned as soon as she reached the top of the steps and pulled Jake by his hands into her bedroom. She swept the sheets and covers from her bed and pulled him down with her to the mattress. Again their bodies pressed tightly together, and Jake knew intuitively that she was not yet ready. She still needed him to hold her, to stroke her, to explore her body with his hands. And he did.

He teased her nipples with his lips while he ran his fingers lightly down the outside of her legs and then just as lightly back up on the insides, just missing her cleft as he pulled his hand up onto her abdomen. His fingers then gently traced the outline of her well-trimmed triangle before once again beginning their journey downward on the outside of her legs.

On the fifth, or maybe it was the sixth, journey, his fingers did not move to the side as they reached the top of her legs and instead grazed directly across her slit. She gasped as his touch pressed lightly against the hood of her clit. The fingers traced the outline of her pubic hair once again, but returned across her slit, slipping slightly between her wet outer lips and circling her now engorged clit.

His mouth sucked lightly at each nipple, driving her higher. She raised her knees and opened them outward, slightly pulling open her sex. His hand was now sliding up and down within her slit and making circles around her clit. Her hips were beginning to buck against his hand, and moans and cries escaped her lips.

She felt him position himself between her legs and could feel the warmth of his member begin to spread the petals of her opening. Then he was within her. He paused for a moment, stroking her breasts and nipples and letting her adjust to his size. Then he began to move within her.

Sophie thrust upward to meet his movements. Psychiatrists think about crazy things while making love. A session with her personal therapist flashed through her mind. She was telling him that for some reason, she did not appear capable of becoming fully-aroused. Her orgasms, unless carefully self-induced, were fake.
This isn’t fake
, she thought to herself.
And it isn’t like anything I could do with a vibrator
.

She looked into Jake’s eyes. The time for conscious thought was fast fading. Passion was overwhelming them both. With a final, almost violent thrust, Jake tensed and Sophie could feel his sperm shooting within her. Bliss overwhelmed her mind. In many ways it was like those times when fear or whatever had taken her someplace else, but this time she wasn’t in some fearful place alone. She was in a wonderful place and Jake was there with her.

Jake continued to hold himself slightly above her, keeping his weight off of her body. “I won’t break, Marine,” she said to him. Her voice was soft and throaty and much deeper than normal. He relaxed slightly and let his body press against hers. She gasped slightly as the pressure changed against her still-sensitive clit.

They lay in each other’s arms in silence for several minutes. Finally Jake said, “I’m crushing you,” and moved over to lie beside her on the bed. Sophie reached down and pulled the sheets and covers up over them and then snuggled into his chest. “I still owe you a pasta dinner,” she said.

“Where do we go from here?” he replied. “Obviously, you can’t sign off on me going back into combat. One of the other docs might be willing to do that, but I’m not sure what regs we have violated, and there are bound to be repercussions.”

“I’ll tell you what a wise old Admiral once told me,” Sophie said. “I once had to countermand an order given by Admiral Cunningham himself concerning a patient of mine. He was livid and stormed into my office demanding an explanation. Once I explained why I had done what I did, he understood and agreed. But before he left, he told me, ‘Bryant, you can get away with anything in this man’s Navy as long as you are correct and remain essential. ... Just don’t ever be wrong or unnecessary.’”

She pushed herself up onto her elbow so she could look directly into Jake’s eyes. “He was old school and sexist, but he told the truth. You are an excellent Marine and necessary to the corps. I am damned good at what I do and the Navy needs me here or in a hundred other places. We are both necessary enough that we can be a little bit wrong and still get away with it. I’ll find out what we have to do to get back into compliance. Then we’ll figure out what we want to do with our possible future together.”

She snuggled back into his arms and soon both were fast asleep.

***

The morning sun woke Jake Reynolds around seven. Sophie was still nestled in his arms. He lay there watching her face as she slept. His hand was resting on the curve of her ass, and his fingers began lightly stroking the skin beneath them. She made a slight “
Mmmm
” sound and pressed more tightly against his chest.

Then, suddenly, there was a loud “
Bang
!” and the windows of the house rattled from what was obviously a sonic boom.
Some sky jockey is going to get written up for that one
, he thought to himself.

Sophie suddenly spoke up. Her voice was filled with concern. “You’re safe soldier. You’re home.”

He looked down at her anxious eyes and laughed. “Yes, I am,” he replied. “But I’m not a soldier, ma’am. I’m a Marine.”

He watched her face relax as he stretched his neck slightly to reach her lips with his own. He kissed her lightly and added, “And I think that you are finally home, too.”

She cuddled up against his chest and replied “Yes, Marine. I am.”