Excerpt from The Soldier’s Final Mission by Laura M. Baird
Bob took it easy on the beers, enjoying only a few so as not to
feel sluggish in the morning for his run with Becca. There had been
plenty of flirting and coziness amongst the group with everyone easily
pairing off. And when Bob watched his cousin take off with Jake, all
he could think was that they were grown adults and could do
whatever the heck they pleased. He certainly wasn’t Tessa’s keeper.
She knew the score and was capable of holding her own with Jake by
having a good time and not expecting more than that from the guy.
Sometimes all a person needed was a good weekend romp—
the release of some sexual tension.
That was something Bob thought more on as he sat cuddling
with Becca. They were tangled together on a lounge chair in front of a
fire that danced in the built-in pit. The deck was vacated by everyone
else as they sought out their own private space. While Becca had been
more reserved than the others with her flirting, Bob could tell she
enjoyed what was happening between the two of them. He sure as hell
Stars lit up the dark sky and most of the warmth from earlier
still hung in the air, making the fire more for ambience than necessity.
Bob couldn’t remember a time in the last few years when he’d felt
more relaxed as he listened to the rhythm of the crashing waves. The
calming effect they had did wonders for him. He also loved smelling
the briny air as a nice breeze blew in off the shore. And if the
contented sighs coming from Becca were any indication of her
relaxed state, she would be downright pliant beneath his hands.
Not that he planned on forcing anything between them or
doing something she wasn’t comfortable with. But Bob had a feeling
there was eagerness on her part, and the more he sat with her, the
more eager he too felt. Just where it would lead had yet to be decided.
Becca wore shorts and a tank top as she sat nestled between
his legs with her back to his chest, Bob’s arms nestled around her
waist. She was running her bare foot up and down the length of his
leg while her fingernails lightly raked across his thighs, effectively
stirring his libido. Bob wanted to cup her sweet little tits that had been
teasing him, as she wore no bra, and feel her nipples tighten beneath
his fingers. And that was just for starters. His erection strained against
his shorts, pressing into her lower back.
Becca shifted, wiggling her ass between his legs and causing
her body to rub against his crotch. The little devil turned and lifted her
face to his with a smile, and Bob couldn’t stop himself from capturing
her lips, accepting her surefire invitation. Their earlier kisses were
tame compared to what he unleashed upon her, ravaging her mouth
and sweeping his tongue inside to duel with hers. He tasted the
remnants of her beer along with citrus from the wedge of orange she
had had with her drink.
When she lifted her arms to wrap around the back of his head,
Bob’s hands found their way to Becca’s chest, palming her breasts
through the thin material and lightly squeezing. Her back arched as
she moaned, further spurring him on. His hands trailed down her torso
to slip beneath her top in order to find her smooth skin. And damn if
she didn’t feel like warm silk.
He took the kiss deeper, more savage as she pressed into his
hands, obviously enjoying his touch as he rolled her pebbled nipples.
With great effort, Bob tore his mouth away from Becca’s and
whispered raggedly in her ear. “I need to touch more of you.”
“God, yes,” she answered breathlessly.