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Excerpt from Warranted Pleasures

Chapter 7 excerpt

Sam slept the entire day and into the night, only waking to the smell of bacon the next morning. Stumbling from the bed, she grabbed her robe and walked out into the living room. Just then it hit her, I went to bed in my uniform, how did I get into just a t-shirt? Realizing that Raleigh must have assisted her in changing while she slept, her heart felt heavy that he had not even attempted to take advantage of her in her weakened state. Well, she thought maybe he is an upstanding southern boy from Alabama but I would’ve enjoyed waking up next to him. Look at him standing behind the oven. Raleigh was cooking like a madman and the kitchen looked like a tornado had struck but the food smelled great and Sam was hungry.

Quietly Sam stood in the doorway and watched him as he flipped the eggs. He was an incredible figure of a man. Tan and muscular, no shirt and jeans suited him. The way the muscles in his forearm flinched as he flipped the eggs seemed so erotic to Sam; at that moment she let out a sigh and caught Raleigh’s attention.

“Awe, you’re up. I was hoping to serve you breakfast in bed.”

“Sorry to disappoint it was the smell of bacon that woke me. It smells fantastic and I am so ready to eat.”

Raleigh stepped away from the stove and pulled out the chair for her to sit. “Here my dear, sit and relax; breakfast will be served momentarily.”

Sam watched as Raleigh filled the plates, carefully he loaded them down with bacon, eggs and hash browns. “where did the hash browns come from? I didn’t have any of those in the freezer.”

“Well, darling not everything comes from the freezer sections of the supermarket. He said, with a laugh, I made these from good ole potatoes, grated them myself. Pretty good for an old weapons expert huh.”

Sam smiled “Ya, I’d say your pretty good at explosives too, look at my kitchen?”

“Hey now, I am trying to be a gentleman here and take care of my woman.” As he placed the plates on the table in front of Sam and his chair.

“Your woman huh?” She teased.

Raleigh grinned “Well ya, at least, I’ve been hoping you felt the same way about me.”

Sam paused and grabbed her a fork full of hash browns. “Raleigh, I don’t know where this is going yet. Are you really wanting to label what we have at this moment?” with those words Sam could see a hint of disappointment collapse from his eyes.

“No, I suppose not yet. It’s just, to be honest, Sam I have never felt this way about any woman in my entire life and I don’t want to lose you.”

“Why would you lose me?”

“It’s a long story, Sam. We can talk about it later. I am sorry I brought it up.” Raleigh’s voice cracked as he said those words. Sam could tell by his words that something had happened to him that so profoundly affected him; that his fear was as real as real as they were at that very moment.

“Ok Raleigh, we can talk about it later, but I will tell you this I don’t want to lose you either. You continually surprise me with the things you do and I want to see what else you go up your sleeve.”

Grinning and with a wink he said “currently nothing and if you wanna explore further, you will have to beg for it.”

“Beg?”

“Yes, Beg?”

“O’Hara’s don’t beg.”

“Oh you will beg, might not be now but you definitely will later.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep.,” he said as he gulped down another piece of bacon with a huge grin on his face.

“We will just see about that.” Then quickly changing the subject she asked, “Did you find anything new in the paperwork?” Sam could see the visible change in Raleigh’s facial features and sensed what he found wasn’t good news. She listened as Raleigh explained that he had found several names in the paperwork that he recognized as being soldiers he knew, some active still and some who had ended their time in service and all were part of the 9th Special Forces Group he was a part of out of Fort Bragg, North Carolina. She could hear the pain in his voice when he told her he had found his buddy Jared Thompson’s name among them. How he couldn’t risk calling any of the individual soldiers, as it might put their lives and their mission in jeopardy. He explained that he would need to call the brass at Bragg to see if those soldiers were currently on a mission, if not then he would secure a flight to Bragg and then explain his findings to them, but he would need to do that face to face.

“We also got a call from Naval Criminal Investigative Services Forensic Pathologist, he wants us to stop by the morgue apparently he found something and has a time of death. So after breakfast we need to load up and head that way, then I will make some calls to Bragg.”

“I am full anyway, so I think I will go jump in the shower and we can clean up the kitchen; when we are done at the base.” Sam jumped up and headed towards the bathroom. Raleigh stared as she walked away, the distinct outline of the thong shown right through the white t-shirt she had on and the curve of Sam’s rear hung just below the bottom hemline. My God. He thought this woman is magnificent. Every cell in Raleigh’s body wanted to reach out and grab Sam from behind, stand her in front of a full-length mirror naked and memorized every inch of her body. Just the thought of her naked in the shower just feet from him made him hard, he needed a release and he wanted it to be with her.

Sam pulled the t-shirt off and her breasts fell softly against her skin, the t-shirt smelled like Raleigh and had been driving her crazy ever since she woke up. At first, she thought she had woken up next to him because the smell of his cologne still lingered on the shirt but once she fully woke up, she realized it was just his shirt. She still questioned how he was able to remove her clothing without waking her up, but it excited her that he had seen her naked and venerable and didn’t take advantage of the situation. What excited her more was the thought that he was just feet away and all she had to do was call his name and he would be in the shower with her making all her erotic fantasies come true.

She slipped into the shower, the water was warm and inviting. She closed her eyes and let the water run over her head and down her body. The water felt like soft kisses against her skin and she thought of Raleigh and how it felt when he kissed her. How his body felt as he pressed her against the wall in her apartment. She began to run her hands over her body as if it was his hands caressing her. Raleigh stood in the living room and could hear the water running and realized she had left the door open. He walked over, just to pull it closed, so she could have some privacy and saw Sam. The shower curtain in her bathroom was clear; so Raleigh was able to see clearly as Sam caressed her body. He watched as she cupped her breasts, her eyes still closed as the water poured over her lightly rolling her nipples between her fingers and the slight sigh she made as she pinched them. He couldn’t help himself, he knew he should walk away but she was so beautiful and he wanted her so badly. He just stood there like a statue and he could feel his cock getting stiffer as she moved her hand down her stomach and down to her clit, he decided he better walk away before she caught him. As he walked away from the open door, he swore he heard her say oh yes Raleigh yes.

That was it for Raleigh. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to get outta there fast before he jumped in the shower with her.

“Hey, Sam I am running down the road for some coffee you want anything?”

“Yes, please, grab me a French Vanilla Cappuccino. I will pay you when you get back.”

“No worries, I got it. I will be right back.”

Raleigh couldn’t get out of there fast enough and into the truck. Maybe, he thought she will be dressed when I get back. Please God, let her be dressed when I get back.

From all appearances Raleigh figured Sam would be in the shower for a bit; so stopping by his hotel to grab a quick shower and change clothes didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Grab a quick shower, change clothes then go grab the coffee. Running into the hotel, past the front desk, and into his room, he realized he left his room key on the coffee table at Sam’s apartment. He would have to go have a new one made at the front desk, then quickly shower and change; he had 30 minutes to get it done and get back to pick up Sam then head over to the morgue. He made quick work of the shower, headed back down to his truck and towards Sam’s apartment. He hadn’t noticed how much cooler the temperature was outside until now. Damn it’s cold he thought and turned the heat up in the truck. I couldn’t get used to this kind of weather. I don’t know how they do it up here. Raleigh pulled into the spot closest to Sam’s apartment and headed to the door; coffee in hand Raleigh knocked on Sam’s door. Sam answers wrapped in a towel and hair still dripping wet.

“Oh my god, that coffee smells great.” As she grabbed hers cupping it with both hands.

“It’s chilly out there this morning, you might want to grab your jacket when we head out. How long does it take to get to the morgue from here?”

“Only about 5 minutes, give me a couple and I will be finished getting ready. Sorry, I got distracted and took me a little longer in the shower than usual.”

“Oh its ok, I understand.” It took Raleigh everything not to call Sam out and tell her he knew why it took her so long in the shower, but he smiled, nodded and quickly turned his attention to the television. Anything to keep from laughing, who did she think she was fooling? That’s ok, I can play her game too.

Sam closed the door to her room and was pulling her pants up when she heard Raleigh yell from the living room. “We all get distracted in the shower nothing to be ashamed of, in fact, I quite enjoyed the show.” Sam’s face went flush and she felt like she would pass out but played it off “what was that Raleigh?”

“Oh nothing, never mind.”

Her embarrassment, she hoped wouldn’t be apparent and she could pretend she didn’t hear what he had said to her, but she heard. She heard quite clearly, he was watching me in the shower? How much had he seen? Did he watch me the entire time or just for a minute? But then, she paused and thought about what she was actually feeling and it wasn’t embarrassment; it was more like arousal. She was aroused at the thought of Raleigh watching her as she pleasured herself, had he watched her the entire time? She, in fact, hoped he had. It was also clear in her memory that she wasn’t quiet in the shower either, she had said his name. Well, she thought nothing I can do about it now.

Sam emerged from her room, her uniform pressed and her hair pulled tight into a bun. She stood tall and confident in uniform and her personality showed such. It was out of uniform that her real personality showed, she was a beautiful, venerable and loving woman that wanted only one thing and that was; to have a man love her for who she was and not who he could make her be. Raleigh loved the woman she was and he had only known her for mere days but in his heart it felt like a lifetime. As he stood and stared at Sam, he felt a rush of emotion and a quiver in his gut that pushed him towards her. They were just inches away from each other and as he grabbed her hand in his, he pulled her lips to his.

Sam had always had men who wanted to control her and change her, never accepting her for who she was. Was Raleigh different? As she kissed him, she could feel herself fall deeper in his arms. Her experience in the relationship department had been disastrous at best, with a few that border on murderous and others that were on the level of friendships more than a relationship. How would a relationship with Raleigh be different? Her heart and her brain said it would but was she ready for the repercussions of such a relationship. She loved the Army and her career was important to her but so was Raleigh. She had a lot of thinking to do. As their kiss deepened Raleigh’s phone rang.

“Saved by the Bell.” Sam pulled away as Raleigh muddled for his phone.

“Chief Fitzgerald speaking.”

The voice on the other end of his phone was muffled and Sam couldn’t hear. Sam grabbed her jacket and motioned to Raleigh she was going to the truck. Raleigh held his finger up as if to say hold on I am coming with and grabbed the door open as they walked out the door to the truck.

“Yes, we can be there. What time is the plane taking off? Ok, I will see you bright and early tomorrow. Ok, 11 o clock then. Ok, bye thank you.”

“What was that all about?” she questioned as she crawled up the passenger side seat. It was a large 4 x 4 truck so it took a bit of doing for Sam to get into the cab of the truck. Raleigh smiled as he watched her struggle.

“Wanna boost? I can help ya out.” as he grabbed her backside and squeezed.

“All you wanna do is play with my butt.”

“and what’s wrong with that?”

“A lot if we get caught and we get caught in uniform.”

“I don’t care if they catch us, Sam.”

“I care what you think, not what they think. From the moment I met you, Sam, I have cared. I have especially cared what you think of me, it matters to me, you matter to me.”

Sam turns slightly and looks a Raleigh then lightly touches his cheek. “I know and I care about you too, that’s why we have to be careful. You have a career to think about just as much as I do and I know your job means a lot to you too. So let’s just watch each other’s backs. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you; this, what we have right now, could destroy all you have worked so hard to achieve. Are you ready for that? On second thought don’t answer that yet, just think about it. Ok?”

Raleigh paused, nodded and kissed Sam’s cheek. “You got it sister as long as you promise to be open to the possibility of a US?”

“I promise darling.” as she smiled then leaned over to snap her seatbelt.

“Now don’t we have a morgue to visit.”

“Oh, Sam you really know how to get right to a man heart, you’re a hopeless romantic. The morgue it is.”

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Published on December 22, 2015 14:43

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Why do I write? That is a very good question. I always enjoyed writing but was never any good in school i.e. Language Arts and English. Terrible is a good word to use, hence the reason I hired an editor. Writing for me is an escape as I am sure it is for most people. Being able to create a whole world and a life is very challenging but very rewarding. I fall in love with my characters especially the male characters, they become part of you. I think most writers get pieces of their characters from people they know, well at least I do. Bits and pieces of personalities, looks and body language have all come from people I have met or passed by on the street. Observation is key and talking to a lot of people.

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