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Jessica

My back was throbbing.How could one person endure so much pain in one lifetime? I shifted to lie on my back, and someone grabbed me.

“Jessica?”

At the sound of Brock’s voice, I opened my eyes. “Where am I?” That was a dumb question. I was in a hospital. The gray walls and the unconfortable bed should have been my first clue. If that wasn’t enough, the hospital smell was strong.

“You’re at a medical facility in Somalia. The doctor said you will be discharged in a couple hours. We’re going to Shialia.” Brock had dark circles around his eyes.

I was frustrated with myself for putting him through so much pain. “Sorry,” I rasped.

“Nothing to be sorry about. I will always come for you,” Brock said with a lopsided smile.

The events of the night before came crashing back—the torture, Eric getting hit, the gun, being shot. “Is Eric okay?”

“Eric is fine. The team headed back to the States once they knew you were okay.”

“Can you climb into bed with me? I need to feel you next to me and get the thought of that man out of my head.”

Brock must have needed to be close to me too. He rose, went to the door, and locked it. Then he climbed into bed and pulled me to his chest. “I was so worried,” Brock choked out.

My body pressed against Brock’s made his length stir. I could feel him hardening against my body. The need for him to be in me was so strong. I reached into his jeans and pulled out his length.

A groan escaped Brock. “No. Your back.”

Tighteningmy grip, I started to stroke his cock. “I can be on top.”

I knew I was ready for him. When Brock was near, my body hummed with anticipation. I crawled on top of Brock without waiting for an answer. Pulling my panties to the side, I slid down on his length.

It was intense. I was lost in the passion of riding him. The first orgasm tore through my body within seconds.

He grabbed hold of my hips, holding me in place, and thrust up with the urgency of a man possessed.

“Come with me now.”

At his command, I exploded and dropped to his chest.

Being with Brock made all my nightmares go away. I couldn’t imagine spending my life with anyone else. I couldn’t wait to be his wife.

“Marry me,” Brock demanded.

I was startled for a second, wondering if I said my thoughts out loud.

“Jessica, I want you by my side for the rest of my life. Please be my wife.”

“Yes.” There was no way I would spend my life with anyone else. I leaned over and pressed my lips to Brock’s.

We were lost in a kiss when a loud pounding came from the door. I was glad Brock thought to lock the door before sliding into bed with me.

The pounding continued, and I couldn’t help but giggle. He rushed to stand and zip up his pants before opening the door.

A female nurse entered the room. “That is to remain unlocked,” she demanded. Turning on her heels, she walked up to Brock and poked him in the chest. “Jessica is hurt. You save your sexy time for when she is well. You couldn’t even wait an hour. Men!”

I had to pull the sheet up over my face to hide the smile that spread across it.

She came over to my bedside and checked my vitals. “I have your release papers for you. You can leave. Make him wait next time.”

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