Book: Declan
Series: Wounded Heroes #1
Genre: Military/Suspense Romance
Author: Ava Manello
Cover: Margreet Assleburgs
Hosted by: Francessca’s Romance Reviews
Synopsis
War almost destroyed them, but they survived
thanks to their brother in arms Declan.
Coming home wasn't as
sweet as they'd hoped, lives had moved on without them. For one it
was all too much.
United by grief and angered by injustice the
Wounded Heroes vow to always be there for each other.
Little
do they know that's going to come sooner rather than later.
Excerpt
The touch of my fingers sends a small tremor
through her. I try to keep the massage firm, yet tender.
I can already see some of the tension leaving her body. She
groans as I knead the hard knot at the base of her neck. This
past week has been a living nightmare for all of us, but especially
her and the stress has really knotted her neck and shoulders.
My hands leave her skin for a moment as I reach
for more body lotion. She moans in protest. There’s a
delicate hint of coconut in the air as I warm it in my hands before
applying it at the base of her spine.
I knead up and down her back, leaving a trail
of warmth where I’ve passed. I can feel my cock twitching in
my tight boxer briefs, begging to be let loose. It’s been too
long since I allowed myself that particular pleasure. After
everything that’s happened I wasn’t sure it would show interest
in sex again, I’m pleased that it is, but I can’t. Not here. Not
now.
Georgia is laying face down underneath me,
dressed only in skimpy briefs so that I can massage her back.
My legs are astride hers and I’m pretty sure she can feel my cock
pushing against her. She says nothing though.
How the fuck did I find myself here? On this
bed and in this position? This is my friend’s widow for fucks
sake. I need to show him some respect. I need to remember
the man that he was, not the shell he had become. He sank so
low that there was no coming back. That’s why I’m here.
We buried him today, so the last place I should be right now is in
his widow’s bed.
I couldn’t ignore Georgia’s scream though
as she’d woken from a nightmare, or the fat tears rolling down her
face. She’s too young to be a widow; she’s not even forty. She
has her whole life ahead of her. I’d consoled her by drawing
her into my arms, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her
close. She’d whimpered when my hand touched her back.
The downside of living with Max for these past few months had been
the abuse. She may have outgrown most of the bruises but the
residual pain was still there.
I’d offered her a back rub in my innocence,
and that’s how I came to find myself here now, sitting on top of
her and desperately begging my cock to go back into its usual state
of stupor.
There’s something sensuous about caressing a
woman’s skin, and it’s turning me on. As awful as it sounds
it helps that I can’t see Georgia’s face. I couldn’t do
this if I looked her in the eye. I need to just pretend she’s
some anonymous stranger if I’ve any chance of getting through the
rest of this night.
Georgia moans as I release a particularly deep
knot in her shoulder, but it sounds more like a moan of passion than
relief.
“Declan,” she pleads. “I need you.
I need this.” She whimpers.
“I can’t.” I whisper back. “I can’t
do it to Max.” I apologise.
“Fuck Max.” She hisses. “He didn’t
give a shit about either of us these past few months. I need this.”
She pauses. “And from the feel of your cock digging into my ass you
need it too.” She reasons.
She’s right. I do need it. But I can’t.
“I can’t look you in the eye.” I
apologise.
“Then don’t.” She reasons. She
reaches down behind her, pulling her almost non-existent underwear
down and raising her ass slightly. I can see her glistening
pussy. She’s wet for me and I know for sure that my cock is hard
for her.
I dismiss the guilt from my mind and release
myself from my boxer shorts. Without allowing myself time to
think about it I push into her. Fuck! That feels so good. It
feels so tight and deep. I pause for a moment just enjoying the
sensation, and Georgia lets out a loud groan of satisfaction.
“That feels fucking amazing.” She almost
purrs.
Slowly I move in and out of her, each time it
feels like I’ve gone deeper than the last. Her legs are
trapped together between mine by her shoved down underwear and her
ass is gripping tightly to my cock as I move in and out.
She moves a hand to caress my leg. I stop her
by holding her arms down. From the satisfied moans she’s
making, it’s clear she likes that. Her face is almost hidden
in the mattress, the pillow already tossed aside. She’s got
short hair, I want to grab hold of it and pull her head back each
time I push into her, but it’s too short for that. It’s
just long enough to hide her face, and that’s probably a good
thing. If I saw her face right now I suspect my cock would deflate
faster than a popped balloon.
The only sounds in the room are the slap of
flesh against flesh as my movements become stronger as do our mutual
groans of pleasure. I slap her ass sharply, and when she
doesn’t protest I do it again. She’s pushing her ass back
up against me, silently begging for more. I give it to her.
That’s when it all goes to shit. I’m
having the best sex I’ve had in months, fuck it I’m having the
only sex I’ve had in months, when I hear it.
A car backfires outside and I lose it.
Suddenly I’m not in this suburban bedroom; I’m back in
Afghanistan the day it happened. I can feel the heat, taste the
sand in my mouth, and hear the screams of the other guys.
I snap out of it, just in time. My hands
are round Georgia’s neck and I’m strangling her. She can
barely breathe, let alone make a sound and her face is going a shade
of purple. I release my hands quickly.
Georgia draws in a deep gulping breath of air
before collapsing back down to the mattress and taking shallow
breaths.
“What the fuck!” She croaks, her voice
barely there and raspy.
What do I say; how the fuck do I explain the
nightmare that I live constantly? I can’t. Instead I do the
most dick move possible. I pull out of her and rush from the
room without explanation.
Within minutes my bag is packed and I’m
gone. Driving to an unknown destination in the dark of the
night. I didn’t even say I was sorry.
I’m not sure where to go so I just drive.
I’m not fit to be around normal people. Something broke in me
out in Afghanistan, and I’m not sure I can ever be mended.
So I drive, and wait to see where the road
takes me.
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