Chapter 4: ZAK

When Lo had said the women were on the run, and I knew that she was with them, all the old fears came flooding back-then seeing her in hand to hand with that asshole I'd wanted to tear him from limb to limb after I got her out of there. By the time we got to the hospital, I was coming down from the rush, but there was something brewing in me.

She'd slept in the other room the night before, but when I dragged her off when we got back to the compound, I knew that was dead. I'd lit into her as soon as the door was closed, and she'd fought back-big mistake.

She'll never understand my need to protect. In her mind, she was a soldier, a fighter; to me, she was my woman, soft, gentle, to be cherished. It was the same old argument.

This time, I cut that shit short. I pushed her back against the door and just tore her pants off before fighting with my own. I didn't even take the time to prepare her; it had been too long. Just one swipe of my finger between her folds, my teeth in my favorite place in her neck, and I slid in. I had to take a second to appreciate being home again. And then the fucking started.

I hadn't given any thought to whether or not we could be heard, and when her tightness wrapped around me, I didn't really care. "So fucking good. I missed this, missed you, never again." I was rambling, but I didn't care.

How could I have forgotten how amazing she felt on my cock? Her nails dug into my scalp as I battered her sweet pussy up against the door. I bit and sucked my way down to her tits, which seemed much fuller than I remembered, but I didn't have time to dwell on that shit.

I was starved for the taste of her on my tongue. I wanted to do everything at once; that's how I ended up pulling out of her and getting to my knees in front of her, pulling her onto my tongue so I could tongue fuck her to orgasm in my mouth.

"Zak, please, oh damn." Her body trembled from the force of her lust as she tried to pull me back up her body. I wasn't ready. I opened her up with the tip of my tongue and sucked her clit into my mouth while bringing my fingers into play. I slipped three of them deep into her while licking on her love button. Only when her juices burst forth on my tongue did I stop feasting on her flesh.

I pulled her down to the floor right there and mounted her from behind. With one hard thrust, I went as deep in her pussy as I'd ever been, making her cry out as she creamed all over my cock.

This used to be our favorite position, me mounting her like a wild beast, taking her down, overpowering her, breaking her to my will. I fucked into her like a madman, trying to bond our flesh together.

My teeth found their place in the flesh of her neck as she fucked back on my cock, her sweet pussy sucking me in deep. "Can you feel me? I'm in your belly? Tell me you want me there."

"Yes, Zak, you know I do." I loved that hitch in her voice that told me she was gone.

My hands ran over the smooth flesh of her back and around to her tits. "Brace." She remembered. Her knees went a little wider, back arched, and hands planted firmly, with her ass tilted in the air. With her hips held tight in my hands, I went wild. I had two years of buildup to work off, and my dick knew he was in his happy place again.

There was no real finesse to my strokes, but it was just like being back in the saddle again. Her body felt softer somehow, more pliant. I don't remember being able to get this deep inside her without causing her pain, but now she was taking me in with maybe just a slight discomfort, but no danger.

"Oh yes, please don't stop." Her pussy trembled around my cock as she came again, but I was just beginning. "I want to taste you again." I pulled out without warning and clamped my mouth over her leaking pussy, sucking all that nectar into my lungs. I pushed my thumb into her ass the way I thought her to like, and she rode my face until she was flowing into my mouth.

When she came down again, I rose up behind her and ran my dick up and down her slit to her asshole, dipping just the fat head of my cock into her ass and giving her a few teasing strokes.

"Later, I'll take you there later; right now, I want in your pussy again." I slammed back into her, and her screech was music to my ears. I smacked her ass none too gently as I rode her pussy, making sure to feed her all of my dick with each stroke. "Fuck me, Zak, please fuck me."

It was all I needed to let go, where before I had to be careful not to hurt her, I now slammed my whole length home in her belly. I had to grab hold of her hair to keep her planted on my cock, when her knees started to give out.

So with one arm wrapped around her holding her tit and the other fisted in her hair, I rode her pussy like a rodeo king as she bucked and moaned under me. When I came, I thought that shit would never stop. It was the way her pussy squeezed and released around me, the way her ass shook with her climax; it was everything about her that sent me to a place I'd never been before, not even the last time.

I came twice in one go, something I'd heard of but never experienced. I leaned over her back in amazement as I tried to catch my breath and take in the wonder of it all at the same time. After we both calmed down a little, I picked her up and took her into the bedroom, where I'd started on her all over again.

In between fucking her twice more, we'd talked, and she'd just started to piss me the fuck off when Logan's call came through. "Stay here." I wanted to find her in my bed when I came back, something I was looking forward to doing for a long, long time. With one last kiss and a heart that was finally beating right again, I left the bed.

"Where are you going?" I looked over at her as I pulled my shirt on over my head. She looked like fuckable sin, and all I wanted to do was climb back inside her and stay until the dawn.

"Logan, we have to deal with this latest problem. I hope you know that that was your one and only fuck up. I don't want you running around getting into shit, and I especially don't want you getting those two involved in shit that could get them killed." Where was the anger coming from? I knew on some level that it wasn't just about this, that there was a whole lot more beating beneath the surface.

"How is this my fault?" She stormed off the bed naked and looked around for her clothes that were still on the floor in front of the door. "First of all, I can take care of myself, and second, I told you it wasn't my idea. I knew this was a mistake; why did I think this time would be any different?"

I didn't like where this conversation was going. I wasn't interested in hearing how difficult I was to get along with or how over the top my ideas of the man-woman dynamics were. I'd heard it all before in fucking Kabul.

"You're about to tread on very thin fucking ice; we're not in the desert surrounded by a platoon, young lady; watch yourself." She got so turned around apparently, that she went back to the bed when she couldn't find her clothes.

"It doesn't matter anyway because I need to be getting back soon." Is she fucking kidding me? I just glared at her until she started to fidget. "

What the fuck are you talking about? You're not going anywhere." She knelt in the middle of the bed with the sheet pulled up to her chin, her hair wild around her shoulders, her eyes shooting fire. "I can't stay here, Zachary, and you can't make me."

"What's in New Orleans?" She got real quiet, and my gut twisted. I'll fucking kill her. "I asked you a fucking question; who the fuck do you have to get back to?" I advanced on her, and her eyes went wide. Oh yeah, this wasn't the SEAL and the Marine now, this was a man and a woman, and she knew better than to try pitting her strength against mine. "No one, it's not what you think." Confusing ass female, at least I got what I wanted.

"Hold that thought; we'll discuss this when I get back. There's no way off the compound, so don't even try, and if you should so happen to find a way, I will find you, do not fuck with me on this, Vanessa." She had a few choice things to say, but I tuned her out since I needed to go see what the hell was up.

I thought we were leaving those three to stew in their own fear until much later, but it looked like there was a change of plans. I hated that torn feeling, being pulled in two directions at once, but she wasn't going anywhere, and the sooner I dealt with this fuckery, the sooner I can concentrate all my efforts on marking her for good.

Once I do that, there's no way she'll ever get away again. It felt good as fuck having her again, and I aimed to keep it that way.