“Not sure, looks like two women in burqas stuck in the desert. The van they’re standing near has the hood up, Sergeant,” Danielson reports.
One of our jeeps goes on ahead, and that sensation I get when things are about to go tits up hits me again. “Keep your eyes on them. Something doesn’t feel right.”
“Master Sergeant, we’ve saved some women before. The guys could use this pick-me-up. Been a long few weeks.”
I nod and grit my teeth. “Eyes on.” One of our jeeps meets the two women, and our men jump out of the cars.
“Women are holding their hands up,” Danielson reports back.
A niggle of frustration and fear digs at my psyche. What are these two women doing out here alone in the desert at night? Could be refugees. We’ve seen that before too.
Just as I’m about to use the two-way radio to check in on my men, Danielson gasps.
“No, oh fuck! Get out of here!” Danielson screams.
I grab the binoculars and watch as two men come out from behind the car. One is holding a rocket launcher, the other a machine gun. The women drop to the sand as the gun blasts through my four men. They didn’t even have a chance to lift their weapons in defense.
“No!” I roar as a light sparks in the distance, and I watch as a rocket is launched into the second vehicle in front of me.
The jeep is blown to bits along with eight of my men. Just gone in a flash.
“Gas it. Get to the rocks!” I instruct, pulling out my weapon and firing alongside Danielson. Enemy fire prattles against the jeep, the sound of metal on metal piercing my eardrums. Bullets continue to fly as my driver gets us to the section of rocks that will ultimately be our escape route. I’ve got my sights on one of the men as another of my men goes down, taking out the radical with the rocket launcher.
“Fuck. No!” I slam my hand down on the seat in front of me. Danielson doesn’t say anything, his head flopping from side to side as another one of my men gets us out of the line of fire.
“Danielson!” I scream, pulling myself toward the front of the jeep to find him bleeding from his neck, his body littered with bullet wounds.
“No!”
“No!”
“Nick, honey, I’m here. Wake up.”
I’m shaken awake, and I can see nothing but a white halo and darkness.
“You’re okay!” Honor touches me, but I push her back with one hand, not sure exactly where I am. Sweat tingles against my skin as I turn toward the mattress and slam my fist into it over and over. The images are so real. Death and loss all around me.
“They’re all fucking dead!” I cry out and punch the mattress again. “I couldn’t save them.”
A small, cool hand flattens against my back. “Nick, honey.”
I turn around fast, scoop her up, and hoist her over me. She straddles my legs and rests her head against my beating heart.
“You’re okay. I’m here.” She kisses my chest over and over.
“They’re all gone,” I whisper, holding her close.
“I’m sorry.”
“I couldn’t save them,” I say, tears falling down the sides of my cheeks like a pussy.
She doesn’t judge me. Not her. My Honor sits up, wipes the tears away, and kisses me until all I can see, hear, and feel is her wrapped around me.
“Nick, you’re saving me. Every day I’m with you I feel alive.”
I hold her close and cry against her neck, letting out the anger, rage, and grief. She holds me, never letting her grip soften until I’ve cried all the tears I can. There’s no more left.
“Maybe I’m the one who needs saving,” I whisper against her temple.
She nods. “We can save each other.”
“I love you, Honor.”
Her body softens and relaxes against mine. “I love you, Nick.”
After a few long minutes of just being with one another, Honor sits up on my lap, curls her fingers around the hem of her tank, and rips it over her head. Her pretty breasts glow pale white in the moonlight.
I cup both of them and swipe my thumbs over her nipples.
“You can take it out on me,” she offers.
“Take what out?” I’m not sure where she’s going with her statement.
“You’re angry and upset. Whatever is hurting you. Use it to hurt me.”
I grip her hips, close my eyes, and suck in a full breath and let it go, along with the wonder that is this woman. She’s always surprising me with her selfless acts.
“Do you need me to hurt you good, Dove?” My voice is as rough as sandpaper. How she could know I need this is beyond me.
She bites down on her bottom lip and nods.
“Words. I need your words.” My jaw feels tight and ready to crack rocks with my teeth at how much I want to take her up on her suggestion.
“Yes, Nick. I want you to use me to feel better.”
I sit up, and she slides down my thighs and comes face-to-face with me. “What if I told you I want to hit you? Spank you until your white ass was red with my handprints and then fuck you until it hurt to walk tomorrow.”
Her pupils dilate, and she lets out a little moan alongside a wiggle of her hips. That move makes my Johnson perk up and take even more notice than when she sat in my lap and bared her tits.
“I see you like that idea.”
“Yeah,” she murmurs, as if saying it out loud will make the idea disappear at any second. She’d be wrong. I’ve been dying to get my hands on her ass, and tonight, I need her submission. Need her to give me full control of her body and her pleasure.
“Get up, take off your panties, and present your ass to me. Get on all fours in the center of our bed.”
She moves quickly, scrambling off my legs. So eager,
