Fury

“I’m fine. So what positions do you like for sex?”

“We enjoy facing the men to keep eye contact but our men prefer taking us from behind. That is what we fight about.” She hesitated. “I’m quite shocked that Fury took you face-to-face. He must have been in a hurry or otherwise he would have set you free to mount you from behind. That is what our men do.”

An image of that flashed through Ellie’s mind. Fury naked, caging her under his big, sexy body, and maybe his arm wrapped around her waist when he entered her body from behind. Mounting. Wow. She bit her lip. “And what if a woman doesn’t want to be mounted?”

“Our men don’t touch us unless we are willing to do it with them.”

“I meant what happens if you want to have sex but not in that position?”

Breeze smiled widely, revealing sharp teeth. “Best sex ever.”

Ellie didn’t ask. She just nodded. “Well, that cleared up some things, didn’t it?”

Breeze agreed. “Yes. I shall share this information at the next meeting. Thank you, Ellie. You have told me many things I will pass along.”

“Could you leave my name out of it?”

Breeze laughed. “Yes. I understand. Your face is pink. You are shy about your sex.” Breeze stood. “I must go. The new dorm mother,” she spat that word as though it were a curse word, “has demanded we be inside to take attendance four times a day. She is a bitch.”

“I’m sorry.”

“If she doesn’t grow on us soon, which I can tell you now she won’t, she will be gone. We have a meeting planned in a few days about her.” Breeze smiled. “We have final say if she stays and we can replace her if it’s not working out.”

Ellie escorted Breeze to the front door and hugged the taller woman. Breeze laughed as she left. Ellie sighed loudly when she was left alone. Rumors were being spread about a couple shacking up. Damn. If they released Ellie’s name to the press she’d never be able to leave Homeland without fear of some moron harassing her or worse, making her a target of violence.

She headed for the kitchen after a quick glance at her watch. She noticed Fury usually came home to change his uniform around six in the evening. He tended to change into comfortable clothing, ask her questions about her day, and then disappeared out the door again as quickly as possible.

She had no clue where he spent his evenings after that. He just wasn’t staying at home with her. She opened the fridge to remove the package of chicken breasts she’d thawed. She hummed under her breath as she started to cook.

* * * * *

The smell of food made Fury’s stomach rumble as he stepped inside the front door. He’d missed lunch when meetings had run too long. Ellie knew how to cook, obviously, and he followed the tantalizing smell into the small dining area to find a nice dinner for two spread out on the table. He turned and froze in front of the archway as she stepped from the kitchen.

He wanted to groan over the sight of her smile directed at him. She appeared genuinely happy to see him. His hunger for food instantly changed into a desire to touch her. Her scent tempted him more than the smell of food, called to his animal side, and the urge to take her into his arms nearly overpowered him, weakening his will to resist. Lust roared alive inside his entire body.

Every smile she gave him melted his heart and every word she spoke fascinated him. The night before she’d sat down with him on the couch, just a few feet away from him, and he’d asked about her family. The sad expression on her features had made him happy not to have parents for the first time in his life.

She’d told him about her parents’ bitter divorce, putting her in the middle of it at the tender age of ten. He didn’t like her parents already and he’d never met them. He didn’t want Ellie around them after she stated they tried repeatedly to talk her in to reconciling with her ex-husband.

If he ever met Jeff, he’d beat the stupid human. Ellie had avoided his gaze when he’d asked her questions about her marriage. The idea of another male touching her had nearly sent him into a rage but he’d kept calm. The conversation remained inside his thoughts…

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“How long were you with him?”

“It doesn’t matter. We made a mistake when we married. He had affairs and I didn’t know.”

“Affairs?” Fury had frowned, not understanding. “He went to events? What kind?”

A grin had spread across her beautiful, tempting lips and she’d turned to face him on the couch. “The event he went to was spending time with other women.” Her smile faded and anger glinted, changing her eyes to a darker blue. “He told me it was my fault when I found out about his cheating with other women.” Her chin rose, showing him the stubborn streak he admired. “What bullshit. I may have been overweight but he wasn’t thin either.”

Fury’s gaze had wandered over her body slowly, taking in every inch he found delectable. “You are not overweight. I think your curves are perfect.”

She’d reached over to place her hand over the top of his, rewarding him with a smile. “Thank you. I lost weight.”

“Even if you gained weight I would find you perfect.”

She’d stared at him for a long moment and he’d wondered if he’d said the wrong thing. She was Ellie. He’d want her regardless of her size. He actually wished she were bigger. Maybe, if I put more food inside the house she could gain back the weight she lost, he thought. She was too tiny in his opinion and he always worried that if she did allow him to touch her again he might accidentally harm her in some way.

“I know you don’t really mean that but it was great to hear.”

“I mean it.” He’d growled at her softly, slightly insulted that she’d question his word. Her eyes had widened in reaction. He cleared his throat. “I don’t lie.”

“There are lies and there’s saying things to be polite.”