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throat.”
She hummed around his cock in an affirmative response, relaxing her throat and letting him drive deeper. Her hand would check-stop him from going too far and gagging her, but she gave him a little rein to take more if he wanted.
He wanted.
“I’m going to come.” He let go of her hair with the warning, giving her the choice of swallowing, or letting his cum go down the drain. Fat chance. She intensified her effort, swallowing as he came. He pulled her to her feet as she released him.
“My turn.” He dropped to his knees and Lannie knew she’d never seen a sexier sight.
Chapter Five
Tanner spooned Lannie’s body and listened to her breathing slow as she fell asleep. He hadn’t stayed the night with a woman for years. Not because he was that kind of guy, but because he often had nightmares of the day a young mother lost her life. The day he’d left her to die.
He’d had to make a split second decision. The child wouldn’t leave the mother and had to be carried away. The woman couldn’t get free from the cuff that attached her ankle to the seat. Seconds were ticking down. Go back and try to defuse the bomb, taking a chance the woman and kid would die with him, or save himself and the child. The woman pushed the child into his arms and screamed, “Go. Save my baby.” She’d made the ultimate sacrifice, had chosen her child over her own life. He hadn’t intended for her to die.
He could have tried to render safe the bomb strapped to her, instead of carrying the kid to safety. He’d boarded to get everyone off once he knew the doors wouldn’t blow when he opened them. When she’d handed him her child, he’d had every intention of returning to disarm the bomb, after he’d evacuated the child to a safe distance from the bus.
Could he have disarmed the bomb in time? The explosive device had been simple—as IEDs went. He could’ve taken it apart. Easily. But he’d elected not to risk all three lives. The decision would haunt him for the rest of his life.
He’d never know if he could have saved her.
The woman lying next to him now, had snapped the shot and written the article, skyrocketing him to fame overnight. His face told the story. He’d saved the boy, but also made him an orphan. Every time he looked at the picture, he relived that day and dwelled on what he could or could not have done.
His ex-fiancée, Catherine, an MIT graduate and ballistics engineer, had worked all over the country first bringing down old hotels and casinos, later, as a member of the FBI, couldn’t deal with his post-traumatic stress any better than he had. They’d been together for over four years before she cheated on him with his best friend and fellow squad member.
They’d met in training, when she’d contracted with the government as an ordnance specialist, and it had been love at first sight. Smart, beautiful, and a woman he knew would understand why he did what he did, and he’d fallen hard. He’d thought they were a match made in heaven, and for several years she’d kept him grounded through his deployments and when he returned. Until he’d made a decision that killed a young mother. Then Catherine could do nothing to chase away the nightmares that plagued his sleep or ease the guilt he carried while he was awake. Someone had died and a child became an orphan because of a decision he’d made. She couldn’t fix it.
She’d witnessed on more than one occasion his flashbacks, the after-effect of the botched mission. He’d wake in the middle of the night, screaming at the top of his lungs, twisted up in the sheets and drenched in sweat. Flailing, he’d caught her with a fist to the jaw while waking. Once cognizant of his surroundings, aware he wasn’t on the other side of the planet, he found her curled into a ball in the corner of the room, crying. Seeing the bruise destroyed him. He’d not meant to hit her and, if he hadn’t been asleep, it never would have happened. He
She hummed around his cock in an affirmative response, relaxing her throat and letting him drive deeper. Her hand would check-stop him from going too far and gagging her, but she gave him a little rein to take more if he wanted.
He wanted.
“I’m going to come.” He let go of her hair with the warning, giving her the choice of swallowing, or letting his cum go down the drain. Fat chance. She intensified her effort, swallowing as he came. He pulled her to her feet as she released him.
“My turn.” He dropped to his knees and Lannie knew she’d never seen a sexier sight.
Chapter Five
Tanner spooned Lannie’s body and listened to her breathing slow as she fell asleep. He hadn’t stayed the night with a woman for years. Not because he was that kind of guy, but because he often had nightmares of the day a young mother lost her life. The day he’d left her to die.
He’d had to make a split second decision. The child wouldn’t leave the mother and had to be carried away. The woman couldn’t get free from the cuff that attached her ankle to the seat. Seconds were ticking down. Go back and try to defuse the bomb, taking a chance the woman and kid would die with him, or save himself and the child. The woman pushed the child into his arms and screamed, “Go. Save my baby.” She’d made the ultimate sacrifice, had chosen her child over her own life. He hadn’t intended for her to die.
He could have tried to render safe the bomb strapped to her, instead of carrying the kid to safety. He’d boarded to get everyone off once he knew the doors wouldn’t blow when he opened them. When she’d handed him her child, he’d had every intention of returning to disarm the bomb, after he’d evacuated the child to a safe distance from the bus.
Could he have disarmed the bomb in time? The explosive device had been simple—as IEDs went. He could’ve taken it apart. Easily. But he’d elected not to risk all three lives. The decision would haunt him for the rest of his life.
He’d never know if he could have saved her.
The woman lying next to him now, had snapped the shot and written the article, skyrocketing him to fame overnight. His face told the story. He’d saved the boy, but also made him an orphan. Every time he looked at the picture, he relived that day and dwelled on what he could or could not have done.
His ex-fiancée, Catherine, an MIT graduate and ballistics engineer, had worked all over the country first bringing down old hotels and casinos, later, as a member of the FBI, couldn’t deal with his post-traumatic stress any better than he had. They’d been together for over four years before she cheated on him with his best friend and fellow squad member.
They’d met in training, when she’d contracted with the government as an ordnance specialist, and it had been love at first sight. Smart, beautiful, and a woman he knew would understand why he did what he did, and he’d fallen hard. He’d thought they were a match made in heaven, and for several years she’d kept him grounded through his deployments and when he returned. Until he’d made a decision that killed a young mother. Then Catherine could do nothing to chase away the nightmares that plagued his sleep or ease the guilt he carried while he was awake. Someone had died and a child became an orphan because of a decision he’d made. She couldn’t fix it.
She’d witnessed on more than one occasion his flashbacks, the after-effect of the botched mission. He’d wake in the middle of the night, screaming at the top of his lungs, twisted up in the sheets and drenched in sweat. Flailing, he’d caught her with a fist to the jaw while waking. Once cognizant of his surroundings, aware he wasn’t on the other side of the planet, he found her curled into a ball in the corner of the room, crying. Seeing the bruise destroyed him. He’d not meant to hit her and, if he hadn’t been asleep, it never would have happened. He
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