Page 19 of Collateral Damage

Chapter Eight – Jess

After putting on the outfit I picked out for today, I leave the changing room to find Chris leaning against the wall with a bottle of water in each hand and a crooked grin. His feet are crossed at the ankles, and the light blue Henley he’s wearing is pulled tight across his chest. Tiny beads of sweat dot his neck.

Damn, he looks fine.

We walk to his truck, and Chris opens the door for me. I’m grabbing onto the hand rest and about to hoist myself in when Chris places his hands on my butt and lifts me, his thumb gliding over the seam of my camos, pressing against my clit. The pressure is not nearly enough and leaves me needing more, but I can already feel wetness between my legs.

A teammate shouts goodbye, and the heat between my legs turns up another notch. Chris is blocking my body so no one can see me, but the idea that he’s touching me and we could be caught sets me on fire. The slight curve of his lips tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing.

That’s okay; two can play his game.

I fasten my seat belt and wait for him to round the hood of his truck. He smirks at me through the windshield, all the while twirling his key chain around his finger, and I know he’s mighty pleased with himself.

He climbs into the cab gracefully for a guy his size and leans over to kiss my temple. I love how that simple kiss makes me feel like he’s really “with” me.

I wait until he pulls out into the quiet suburban street before making my move. At first, I rest my hand innocently on his leg, but after a few minutes, I brush it over his crotch. His lip twitches, and he flicks me the briefest glance. His eyebrows raise and a sinful smile crosses his face, but he doesn’t say a word.

I take this as a firm go-ahead. My fingers walk his crotch, and I stroke him with my flat palm.

He smiles and glances at me again. “Jess?”

“Chris?” I retort.

“You sure you wanna play this game?”

My clit pulses with a resounding Yes!

I continue rubbing Chris along his jeans, knowing that the friction from the zipper is probably driving him crazy. When he shifts his hips ever so slightly, it’s telling, and I beam with satisfaction.

“Smile all you like, angel, but you’re going to regret this in a bit.”

I love that he calls me angel. When I asked him during one of our calls why he calls me that, he said he said it was because we’d met at Halo, and at first he’d been cynical about the bar’s name, but then I changed his night.

We arrive at my place, and Chris is out of the truck and opening my door before I can blink. There’s a look in his eye, and I wonder what it is promising. I can’t wait to find out.

The second we’re inside the door, Chris presses me against the wall, his body barricading me. One hand clasps both of mine above my head, and the other rubs my clit furiously through my pants, the rough fabric driving me crazy. His mouth is against mine, preventing me from doing anything but whimpering.

Oh God, oh God.

The absolutely unapologetic way he touches me turns my blood to fire. I want him to take everything he wants from me. I want the fire he promises with his burning touch.

With his body still pinning me to the wall, he scoops my hair to the side and kisses my neck ever so gently. The contrast with his aggression takes me by surprise and leaves me reeling. His fingers work me through my pants while his lips love on my sensitive skin.

It’s so good, but at the same time lacking. I want to feel him flesh on flesh—his fingers against my clit or, better still, his hard cock pounding into me. I want so much more than the delicious torture he’s engaged in.

“Chris,” I moan against his lips when he allows me to come up for air. “Please.”

His stroking is relentless, and I feel my body building, but I need more. So much more. I’m going to come, and he is going to leave me empty. Sated, but at the same time unsatisfied.

My legs tremble, and I feel the familiar clench.

“Please, Chris.”

“Don’t you mean sir?”

Oh fuck, this is hot. “Yes. Yes, I mean sir.”

“And do you know in this squad we still believe in corporal punishment?”

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