Man of Honor (Battle Scars #3) - Diana Gardin Page 0,68

and clasp my hands together on the table. Looking him straight in the eye, I match the seriousness of his tone. “Mea’s important to me. I’d like to think I mean something to her, too. So, yeah. She told me. It was hard to hear, Mikah. Really fucking hard.”

There’s a hard glint to his expression now. “I was too young to protect her back then, you know? But a day hasn’t gone by that I wish I hadn’t killed the bastard. If he ever thinks about contacting her again, I will.”

There’s not a hint of humor or casualness in his tone. Mikah is dead serious about his threat, and I can’t blame him for wanting to hurt the man that hurt his sister.

I have the same strong desire.

“He hasn’t contacted her, Mikah. She’d tell me if he had.”

Mikah leans back against the back of his chair, rubbing his thumb along his jaw in agitation. “Good. You’ll let me know if he does?”

I hesitate. I would never do anything that hurt Mea, or that put either one of them in danger. If Mikah is serious about his threat against their father, I don’t want anything to push him into action. His safety and security are important to Mea, and that makes it important to me, too.

But as a man, I can understand his need to protect her. If I had a sister, and I knew that a man had hurt her the way Mea’s dad did to her…I don’t know what I’d do. I have enough trouble picturing how helpless Mea was to save herself from a monster like that. I can’t imagine feeling responsible for a sister that way, too.

So I agree to Mikah’s question. “Yeah. I’ll let you know.”

We drop the subject when Mea returns to the table.

But the conversation with Mikah doesn’t leave me right away. It’s something that replays over and over in my mind, even hours after the dinner is over.

“Do you know…” My breath comes faster as I slip Mea’s short little dress over her head. My heart is a caged animal in my chest, fighting to break out when she’s bared to me. My girl always keeps it simple, but the sight of her in her emerald-green cotton bra and matching black panties suck all the air from the room.

Instead of falling back onto my bed, she grabs hold of my belt, making quick work of the buckle before she starts in on the button of my jeans.

I keep my eyes locked on her tiny, deft fingers. There’s no hesitation in her work. “…how much…”

She slips my old faded jeans down over my hips. Her eyes are liquid fire.

“…I’ve needed to get you naked tonight?” I finish in a pant.

Mea nods, her tongue darting out to lick her lips when she realizes there’s nothing under my jeans. She follows their procession down my legs, falling to her knees in front of me as I step free from the denim.

Looking up at me through her long lashes, she smirks. “As much as I have.” Then she takes my dick into her strong, steady hand.

“Fuuuuck.” I want to drop my head back, let it loll along my neck, but I can’t take my eyes from the gorgeous sight before me. She strokes her hand up and down my length. My senses are going crazy just watching her. I don’t know what’s sexier: her enthralled gaze while she watches what she’s doing, or the satiny feel of her hands as they stroke me.

Dipping her head, she takes me into her mouth. Every single muscle in my legs tightens on instinct. The last thing I want to do is lose my release right now. Not like this. But damn.

“Holy fuck. You’re killing me, sweetheart.” I grind out the words.

She lets go of my erection, and as I pop out of her mouth she shoots me a wicked grin. “Then don’t hold back. I can take it.”

Winding my fingers through her curls, I hiss through my teeth as she sucks me deep. Her head bobs as she pulls me in and out of her mouth, the warmth and the wetness driving me wild. I can’t help but thrust my hips in time with her action, until my toes begin to curl and my eyes start to roll back in my head.

Jerking out of her mouth, I pull her up and into my arms. She grabs my face in her hands and kisses me. She ravages my mouth, and I