Fake Boyfriend - Miley Maine Page 0,32
be a family practice doctor in Georgia. But he didn’t.”
“He must have loved what he did. Or he believed in it.” I could relate to that sentiment. I didn’t always agree with the purpose of our missions. I didn’t always like the assignments I had to do. But overall, I believed the Rangers were helping, in some small way, to make the world a better place. I’d had plenty of missions where I got the reward of saving someone’s life directly -- like the most recent mission in Romania.
“Exactly,” she said. “He wouldn’t have changed it. He was where he needed to be. He was where he wanted to be.”
“I get that,” I said. And I did. Even if I had nightmares every night for the rest of my life, I wouldn’t give up my duty as a Ranger.
What Loren was doing -- talking about her cousin, and not forcing me to talk, was really kind of her. Usually I would have found a way to be alone, but being around her was comforting.
“I figured you would. I can tell how much you care. About everything. And I want to say thank you again for saving me, and even humoring me on this trip. This wedding had me more anxious than I realized, and knowing you’re there is going to make it so much easier.”
My entire body relaxed. I was glad she told me about her cousin, but I needed a break from talking about my job. “I can’t promise any sophisticated mingling during the reception.”
She moved her hand from my shoulder to my stomach. “I know you don’t believe me, but I promise you, they’ll be so glad I’ve brought home an accomplished Army Ranger. It’ll blow their minds.”
“I can get behind a little family goading,” he said.
She laughed, and the movement pressed her breasts against my back. My cock got rock hard in an instant. I grabbed her hand from where it was resting against my abs and pushed it lower, so she could feel my throbbing erection.
The feel of her tiny hand on my engorged cock sent fireworks off in my body.
She went with it, rubbing her hand up and down over it, and then curling her fingers over my cock on the outside of my shorts. I rolled my hips forward, seeking more friction. She moved her hand to the waistband of my shorts, and pushed her hand inside.
As soon as her hand made contact with my cock, I grabbed her arm. Nice as it was, I didn’t want a handjob from Loren. I wanted to fuck her sweet pussy. I rolled over, surging forward and pressed my mouth to hers. I got her body under mine, hitching one of her legs up and wrapping it around my waist.
My hand went straight to her shorts, where I dipped it inside her panties. Holy shit, she was already wet. I pressed one finger straight into her pussy. “You’re ready for me.”
“All the time,” she said.
Fuck. She was going to kill me.
“Are you still sore?” I asked.
“No. I’ve been waiting for this,” she said.
I added a second finger. “Your tight virgin pussy is the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.”
“Not a virgin anymore,” she proclaimed.
“Yeah, because I fucked it.” I pulled my fingers from her body and rubbed them in circles over her clit. She bit down on my shoulder and cried out, “Jackson!”
“There’s something else I’m going to teach you,” I said, taking my hand out of her shorts.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“You’re going to suck my cock.” Glad that I’d thought to shower before bed, I pushed my shorts off and dropped them on the tent floor. I got on my knees in front of her. “I can’t stand up in here, but I’ll kneel up. You're going to get on your hands and knees.”
She sat up and started to crawl into position, but I stopped her. “I need you naked. I wish I could see you better, but turning on the lantern would only give everyone around here a show.” And I would not risk anyone else seeing her naked. She was for my eyes only.
She pulled her hoodie off, and then her t-shirt. “Shorts too,” I said. “When we get to the hotel, I’m going to put you in front of a mirror and have you suck my cock.”
“I can do that,” she said.
I grabbed her and pulled her toward me. “You up for this?”
“Yeah. I want to.”
“Good. Now get back in front of me. Sit