Second Time Lucky (Club Decadence Book 5) (13 page)

With shaky fingers, she zoomed in on his face. Though it turned a bit grainy, she didn’t stop until his image filled the screen. Her heart ached for him, to feel his strong arms around her, to taste his soft kisses as well as his greedy hungry ones. It had been four long, lonely months already. How would she endure eight more?

“Not by sitting here feeling sorry for yourself, that’s for sure,” she stated aloud. She took another sip of coffee, clicked a few times with her mouse to save the pic as her wallpaper, then kissed two of her fingertips and transferred it to the screen and his handsome face. With a sigh, she closed her computer and went to get ready for work. As she passed by the living room window, she noticed it remained dark at half past the ass crack of dawn by her thinking.

“Day shift sucks,” she grumbled as she climbed the stairs.

When an opening came up on the 6 am to 6 pm shift, she’d made the switch for Sean’s peace of mind. Despite it being dark when she went to work, hundreds of other employees were headed in at the same time. She shook her head as she climbed into the shower.

“The things I do for my man.”

* * * * *

“You’re not allergic to cats are you, Lucky?”

“No,” he replied with a grin. Mara was a little all over the place today. Jumping from one topic to the next and talking a mile a minute. He let her, knowing she did so when they hadn’t had a chance to talk in a while. Two weeks was too long, but it couldn’t be helped. Field missions rarely had computer or phone access to the states.

“Why do you want to know about a cat?”

“I was thinking about getting one. I can pretend I’m talking to the cat, when I’m not, so I won’t sound or feel so crazy.”

“Get a cat. It will be good company and can curl up with you when I can’t.”

“I’d rather it was you. I miss you so much. Maybe I’ll name it after you.”

“Sean? For a cat?”

“No, babe. I’d call him Lucky.”

He chuckled. “I’ll be home for two weeks at Christmas, baby. Can you hold it together until then? If you’re good, we can play Santa and his naughty elf when I get home.” His teasing earned him a small smile. “I’m counting the days, Mara.”

“I’m sorry to be such a downer, Sean. Don’t pay me any mind. You don’t need the added stress.”

“Hey, nightingale, how do you think I got the nickname of Sergeant Sourpuss?”

“We’re both green grumps, I suppose.”

“Do you want to play a little? It always cheers you up and helps you sleep.

“Does it cheer you up, too?”

“Damn straight. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you naked on the small screen for two interminable weeks.”

“Then I’m game.”

“Why don’t you start by putting the laptop on the bed and giving me a nice tight angle of that smoking body while you strip.”

“Want me to model my new undies first?”

“Baby, do ya gotta ask?”

She grinned then the picture went askew, taking shots of the bed, the wall and the ceiling in rapid succession, enough to make him dizzy before she finally got it situated.

Taking a step back, she turned from side to side, showing off her hot pink babydoll nightie. The plunging neckline bared the inner curves of her breasts while the stretchy lace cups molded to them like a second skin. A band of lace high at the waist gathered the satin skirt that fell in soft folds to only the tops of her thighs.

She was gorgeous.

He swallowed, his throat gone dry while his dick filled and pressed against his zipper. He was only able to muster one word.

“Panties?”

She turned, arched her back and pointed her derriere toward the camera as she slowly raised her skirt. The skimpy G-string hugged her ass and exposed the lowermost part of each rounded cheek. Shifting in his seat, he tried to ease the constriction in his cargo pants, which simply wasn’t helping. Without taking his eyes off her, his hands went for his zipper, nearly tearing it open.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s pink and you’re wearing it, baby. I love it. Take it off.”

She giggled, then whisked the thin material over her head in one quick motion. Her thumbs went immediately to her waistband ready to pull her panties down.

“Wait. Peel them down slowly.”

With her back to the monitor, she watched him over her shoulder as she slid down the lace, little by little exposing every exquisite scintilla of her glorious ass. Both hands dove into his open fly and freed himself from his boxers. When the lace reached her upper thighs, he bit out an order, his voice edgy with need. “Stop and bend over. All the way until you touch your toes.”

As she bent and shifted her weight, the cleft of her ass parted ever so slightly. His cock pulsed in his hand at the sight of her perfect ass framed by hot pink lace.

“Spread your legs, beautiful. Let me see all of you.”

She did, separating her legs as much as her panties would allow. It still wasn’t enough, the pretty pink of her ass and clit in shadow.

“Loose the panties, Mara.” He paused, pleased when she quickly obeyed his orders without hesitation. When she kicked the lace free, he gave her more instructions. “Reach back and pull those cheeks apart so I can see how wet you are for me.”

“I’m soaked, Master. So were my panties.”

The way she said it, her tone low and slightly throaty, made his already stiff cock jerk in his hands. He stroked himself, exerting the utmost control to keep from shooting off like Old Faithful.

Unblinking, his avid attention zoned in on her fingers grasping the creamy, supple skin that topped her thighs. Pulling outward, glimmering pink skin greeted him. He didn’t know if this was helpful in assuaging his need or if it was purely self-imposed torture. He wanted to touch her, to glide his fingertips over her slickness, for his tongue to lick over her clit, then delve into her pussy and taste her. He dreamed of sinking in deep, his cock harder than the anodized alloy of the weapon he always carried on his hip. He craved her, wanting to plow into her and ride her until they were both screaming the other’s name.

Stroking fast along the length of his cock, he squeezed imaging his hand was the wet, welcoming channel glistening before him.

“Touch yourself, Mara. Rub and circle your clit as I would, baby.”

One hand left her ass and reappeared a second later, her fingers peeking between her thighs from the front. Her peach tipped nails immediately found the bud at the top of her slit and began flicking and circling it fast. He heard her faint moan.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes, and it feels naughty this way, bent over with my legs spread and my ass aimed at the camera.”

“No baby, you’re being a good girl. I love watching you play with your beautiful pussy. I want to taste you, Mara.” His mouth was watering at the thought of her warm, sweet honey. “Put your fingers in your mouth and describe for me in detail how you taste.”

She paused, glancing back with a startled expression.

“Hesitation will earn you a spanking.”

Her lashes fluttered once before her wet fingers found her mouth.

“Glide that wetness along your lower lip.”

Shimmering fingertips slicked along her bottom lip, leaving it shiny with her juices.

“So damn hot, baby. Now, lick it off for me.”

Her pink tongue came out and slowly slid from one glossy side to the other.

“Now taste yourself.”

One finger disappeared between her puckered lips. He could see her cheeks hollow out as she sucked. Envious of her finger, he’d have given his left nut for it to be his cock in her mouth instead. She pulled it out with a pop. Without being told, she inserted the other wet finger next.

“How do you taste?”

“Tangy, not quite sweet, but not salty like you, either.”

“Fuck.” His curse came under his breath as he squeezed the base of his cock to keep from blowing too soon. “To me, you taste like spun sugar.”

“This is killing me, Lucky. Can we get down to business?”

“Not yet, I’m enjoying the show. Do you want to use the vibe or stick with your fingers?”

“The vibe will be faster.”

“It’s not a race, baby.”

She groaned as her fingers returned to her clit.

“Get it, then turn on the bedside light and lay back on the pillows. I don’t want to miss a second of the finale.”

Quick as a flash, she pulled the six-inch metal vibe from the bedside drawer, flipped on the light, before draping herself across the stack of pillows on the bed. She angled the screen toward her thighs and moved closer. When his 27-inch monitor was full of his girl’s gorgeous pussy, he almost came on the spot. Even with him a half a world away she did as he asked, his Mara, obeying his commands unquestioningly and so eager to please him.

“I want to see you come apart for me, Mara.”

Breathless, she replied, “Will you come with me, Master?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m almost there. Turn that bad boy on high and get busy. I’ll be right behind you.”

As she applied the vibe directly to her clit, the buzz mixed with her long, drawn out sigh coming through the speakers loud and clear. She circled the tip around the pink nub, gliding it over and back, before ringing it once again slowly.

“Dip it inside, Mara. I want to see you fuck yourself. While you do, keep rubbing your clit with your fingers.”

Her gasp was audible, always turned on by his graphic words. Immediately, she followed his instructions to the letter. When she had the metallic blue vibe buried and her fingertips flew furiously over her clit, she begged for release. “I can’t hold off much longer, Master. Please, may I come?”

“Yes, my good girl, come for me and scream my name while you do.”

Her body convulsed as her orgasm claimed her. As her hips arched off the bed a good six inches, she cried out in a loud throaty rasp, “I love you, Sean!”

Without looking away, he worked his hand hard up and down his cock. In seconds, his own climax surged forth. At the last second, he remembered to grab the napkin off the table to keep from shooting all over the computer screen. With a shuddering groan, his hungry gaze tracked over her body. As she stretched like a contented kitten, he came for her from seven thousand miles away.

Chapter Eight

Holly Jolly Christmas
had been stuck on repeat in her brain ever since she’d heard it on the radio while driving to work that morning. It wasn’t Thanksgiving yet and a station had already started 24/7 holiday music. She didn’t care. In fact, she hummed the tune inanely, unable to shake it as she walked down the hall toward the nurse’s station. She was happy, almost giddily so. Sean was due home in less than a month and she’d finagled time off for the duration of his two-week long leave.

“Mara?”

She stopped both her humming and walking at the sound of her name. Turning, she saw Nancy, her nurse manager, signaling her. Yes, Nancy Nurse was the Head Nurse on their ward and was teased relentlessly for it, but she took it in stride having a great sense of humor. She didn’t look amused at the moment, however. Doing an about face, Mara headed her way wondering why she was there past five and what she could possibly want to see her about as she was going off shift that she hadn’t all day when she’d seen her practically around every corner.

“What’s up?”

“You have a phone call. You can take it in my office for privacy.”

Her heart lurched to a stop. Who could possibly want to talk to her in private, at work? Other than…

“What’s happened? It’s Sean, isn’t it? Is he all right?”

“Don’t panic. He didn’t say why, but his captain is calling from Afghanistan.”

She’d talked to Tony Rossi all of three times in the year she’d known Sean. He had no reason to call her unless something was seriously wrong. As if paralyzed, she stood unmoving in the middle of Nancy’s office, staring at the desk phone with the flashing red light.

“Come on, Mara. He’s on hold.” Nancy guided her with an arm around her shoulders. “Do you want me to stay?”

Mara nodded at her boss as she reached for the receiver with a trembling hand. She took a slow, steady breath, though it didn’t calm her at all. Instead, it hitched and shuddered, revealing her mounting distress. If Sean were— No. She wouldn’t think it. She was glad for Nancy’s presence, if it were bad news, she’d have to scrape her off the floor.

Tentatively lifting the receiver to her ear, she pushed the flashing red light.

“This is Mara Westbrook.”

“Tony Rossi here, darlin’. I’m calling for Sean.”

She collapsed onto Nancy’s desk, her pent up breath coming out in a rush. For Sean, rather than about him. That had to mean he was alive.

“Mara?”

“I’m here, Cap. What happened? Is he hurt?”

“Yes, honey. Sean’s been injured.”

“Oh my god! It must be bad if he couldn’t call me himself.”

“He’s fresh out of surgery, darlin’ and was rather groggy, but he wanted me to call you right away.”

“Sweet heaven, not again. Was he shot or was it another IED? Please, Cap, tell me what happened.”

“Easy, Mara. He took a bullet to the thigh, the same one he broke last year unfortunately.”

“Is he there? Can I—”

“No, I’m not with him either. He was medevaced to Landstuhl Medical Center in Germany. I just got off the phone with his doctor and got an update. They let me speak to Sean briefly, but as I said, he was out of it. He only asked about you, darlin’. He wanted me to let you know he’d be coming home in a few days. Seems like Walter Reed needs to keep a bed reserved for our guy.”

A sob escaped her. “This is number four, Cap. I don’t know how much more his body can take.”

“One day at a time, Mara. That’s what your focus is now. Get him healed up and then talk about “what ifs”, okay?”

“Okay, Cap. What was he doing this time? Saving the ass of another high ranking official who wanted a tour and a photo op?”

“No. This time it was a woman in labor. If he hadn’t gone back for her, she and her baby would have died. You’re man is a true hero, Mara. Although don’t tell him I said that or he’ll kick my ass.”

“He’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met. I feel so unworthy sometimes.”