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Chapter One
     
    Jim Roderick had spent the last month holed up in a two-man
tent with three other Marines, sweltering day and night in the fucking desert,
playing at games that were too real elsewhere in the world. He hated every
second, even when he was thanking his lucky stars it was only training. It
reminded him too much of the real thing—a nightmare he’d relive day and night
for the rest of his life.
    It’d taken an hour to shower the sand and grit from all his
cracks and crevices. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get rid of another
logjam swelling his balls. All the jerking off in the world didn’t ease the
itch to be buried in a hot, tight, wet pussy. It was on Jim’s short list of
things to do tonight—cold booze, hot meal, hard, no-name fuck. He wasn’t
particular about where he got them either. He wanted it fast and he wanted it
now.
    So here Jim sat in the corner booth of a place called
Sally’s with a cold beer perspiring in front of him. He could have gone for a
nice, cold chardonnay. The grungy gunnery sergeant riding his shoulder had
argued, I’m a Marine, damn it, we drink beer . A cheeseburger with fries
and onion rings was on the way. Steak and baked potato would have been better,
but he didn’t have the energy to argue with his bossy conscience again.
    As things stood, he should’ve nixed the onion rings,
considering he was looking to get laid. But the kind of sex he needed didn’t
come with breath mints. Besides, he had those in his jeans pocket, along with
five condoms. Overly optimistic, but what the hell.
    While Jim waited for his heartburn of a meal to arrive, he
checked out the pickings for the last item on his to-do list. Music thrummed
through the place, the bass so deep it actually hurt his internal organs. A few
potential candidates gyrated to the song. Jim crossed them off. Any woman who
worked that damn hard for attention had an agenda that smacked of
hunting-for-a-ring.
    His dick argued the point. It was one fuck. In and out. He’d
run the drill before, nothing more than a drive-by.
    Jim swigged his beer while he considered diving in. Hell, he
could probably do ’em all tonight. He was that horny. Line ’em up, barkeep.
    Nope, it was never as simple as that with those kinds of
chicks. A woman on the hunt for a military husband had a nasty bag of tricks.
Knocked Up Trap being number one. A young, infatuated Marine was easy prey.
Some of the older, horny ones were too. Jim didn’t plan to be one of them,
although he sure fit the older and horny part.
    A bleached blonde breezed in from a side door. She looked
like sunshine in the sea of brunettes surrounding her. Her entourage cackled
and took the booth in the corner opposite him. Blondie flashed him a promising
look as she glided into the last spot and made sure Jim got a damn fine look at
her big tits. She had dream cleavage. A valley so deep it could swallow a man’s
dick and it’d take a month of Sundays to find the way out.
    Damn, I want to tap that. His cock agreed.
    Jim dropped his free hand to his crotch and indulged his
lifelong companion with a hard stroke.
    “Would you like some help with that?”
    Jim snapped his hand away from his dick so fast he swore he
heard denim rip. The whiskey-rough voice didn’t match the little redhead who’d
slipped into the booth beside him. Light freckles were splashed across her
nose, her shoulders and down between what passed as cleavage for her small
breasts. Hell, she sat so close Jim could swear he saw her bellybutton down her
loose top. Check that—a dress. And from what he could tell, she wasn’t wearing
much more than that.
    “Wh-what?” For a guy who needed to get laid, you’d think he
could find a better opening line.
    “This?” She squeezed one hand over his dick.
    Jim nearly shot out of his seat. His bitch of a hard-on took
over, pressing into her hot grip.
    A smile lifted the left corner of her mouth and the eyebrow
above it. She slid her hand away and