Her Marine (Men in Uniforms Book 2), page 10
“No,” Killian told her. He snaked his hand down her back and slapped her on the ass. “Not in the slightest.” Journee felt her breath hitch at those words. “Though I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, and if us being in the same bed makes you uncomfortable, I’ll sleep on the pullout.”
Journee rose back on her tiptoes and nipped his lower lip. “There’s no need for that.”
His phone vibrating caused her to look down, and she noticed that it was after one in the morning. She still didn’t know where they were, but they’d driven for three hours.
“Where are we?” she inquired.
“Close to the San Juan Mountains,” Killian responded. “We’re about a ten-minute drive from them. I don’t think this little area has a name.”
Journee opened her suitcase and pulled out the purse she’d packed. She grabbed her phone, texting her sisters and Kaydence that they’d made it and where they were. Deciding not to text her grandmother because she knew she was asleep or Talia because the vibration would wake her up, and Journee didn’t want an earful.
“I’m going to go take a shower,” she stated, tossing her phone onto the bed and grabbing her toiletry bag.
She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As it heated up, she pulled her curly coils up, washed her face, and brushed her teeth. She undressed, grabbed her body wash and body sponge from the bag, and stepped inside.
As Journee bathed, she realized she hadn’t brought her bedclothes into the bathroom. Deciding that she would deal with that when the time came, she enjoyed the spray of water. She took her time but didn’t want to use all the hot water, so she stepped out twenty minutes later.
Journee grabbed one of the fluffy towels off the shelf. She figured whoever owned the place must have put them there earlier in the day before they arrived because they still smelled of fabric softener. She dried off before wrapping the towel around herself.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, Journee found herself frozen. Killian stood with his back to her in nothing but a pair of boxers. The Marine Corps insignia was tattooed across almost his entire back. The ribbon flew from the eagle’s mouth, reading Death Before Dishonor, and while Journee had always been a sucker for tattoos, it added to the appeal of what she was seeing. It was the muscles that rippled in his back that had caught her attention.
She found herself biting her bottom lip. Journee knew this man was fine, but her imagination had not done justice to the body underneath his clothes because while he looked damn good in them, and you could tell that he was in good shape, he was a masterpiece without them.
Killian turned, and Journee should have probably been embarrassed that she’d gotten caught staring, but she wasn’t because here she was doing it again. This man’s chest and abdomen were just as yummy to look at as his back was. His left pectoral housed a tattoo of a knife and riffle with a banner coiling around them that read, Semper Fi.
“You keep staring at me like that, Tigress, and I’m going to take it as an invitation.”
Journee brought her eyes from his chest up to his, and she swallowed thickly because his eyes told her that if she gave him the word, he would ravage her. It was almost as if time slowed down as he waited to see if she would give him that invitation. She was tempted to. She really was.
Killian smirked at her, and Journee had come to learn that always meant he was about to have her turned on, dripping wet.
“I’ll behave tonight, baby.” He crowded her space, his hand running up her thigh between her legs, and he slid a finger between her folds, causing her to moan. “But tomorrow.” He pulled his finger from between her legs, licking her juices, and Journee hadn’t even realized she was wet. “I get to put you to sleep.”
With that, Killian picked up a small bag from the bed and walked past her, going into the bathroom. Journee stood in that same spot for a long moment, not knowing whether she should be excited or worried at his words.
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Killian followed behind Journee as they walked along a hiking path close to the mountain area. Journee had decided that she didn’t want to hike into the mountains, and Killian couldn’t say he blamed her. Getting an up-close view of the mountains would be the best part of the hike. However, the drive to what could be dubbed the beginning of the mountains, which were the hiking trails, had been about ten minutes. It would take them at least seven hours of hiking to get close enough to enjoy the mountains’ view. So, they’d taken another path that ventured into the forestry area.
It was a little after ten-thirty in the morning, and Killian was mildly surprised that there weren’t more people taking advantage of the clear day. They’d only come across a couple, but they’d only been hiking for about half an hour.
Since Killian had known they likely wouldn’t be back by the time lunch rolled around, they had decided to backtrack to a sandwich shop he’d passed the night before and get something to take with them. They’d also stopped by the store to grab several water bottles, a backpack, and other things he thought they’d need.
As they maneuvered the path, Killian watched Journee take several pictures of the different foliage with her phone. He wondered if she was going to pin this place. It could technically be considered unique, he supposed.
Journee picked a yellow flower and walked over to him, she held it out to him, a smile on her face, and Killian took it from her. When she rose on her toes, he leaned down and kissed her—watching as she turned and continued once they’d pulled apart. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, wondering if she really wanted to give him that flower or if she wanted to kiss him.
They’d been hiking for about another hour and a half, and Killian knew that at some point soon, the trail would open up to either a landing of sorts or a small clearing. He figured that would be a good stopping point for them to hang out and have lunch.
By this time, Killian held about seven flowers in his hand. All of them were yellow, orange, or red. He concluded Journee liked them because she’d looked at and touched other ones but had only picked the ones she handed him. Each time kissing him before continuing on the path.
He watched as Journee reached out towards another plant, but he grabbed her wrist; sliding his hand up, he intertwined his fingers with hers. Killian wrapped their arms around her waist before pulling her back into his chest.
“Don’t touch that, baby,” he told her, looking at the plant. “It’s poisonous.”
“It has berries, though. Poison Ivy doesn’t usually have berries, does it?”
“No, but this is sumac.”
Journee nodded. “Thank you, babe.”
Killian released her, and Journee took his hand in her other one and pulled him to walk beside her instead of a few steps behind her as he had been.
“I know you were just walking back there to look at my ass,” she told him.
Killian chuckled in reply. Though it was a bonus, he’d been walking back there to ensure she didn’t touch anything that would harm her or ensure no unwanted wildlife frightened her.
After another fifteen minutes, they came around a bend in the path, and it opened up into a small clearing that housed a lake. Trees and colorful plants surrounded it. You could keep straight through on the trail or step off onto the bank around the lake.
“This is beautiful,” Journee spoke, approaching the lake.
Killian helped her step down, not wanting her to fall before following her. He hadn’t expected a lake where the trail opened up, but it was a nice surprise, and Journee seemed to enjoy it.
He took the backpack he’d been wearing off and sat it on the ground as Journee reached over and ran the tips of her finger along the water. Killian pulled the small blanket out of the bag because, according to Journee, “It wasn’t a real picnic if you didn’t have one.” Though he was sure this one wasn’t big enough, she’d wanted it, so they’d gotten it.
Killian also pulled the things they’d gotten for lunch from the backpack. Sitting them on the blanket as he sat on one side of it. He grabbed the two bottles of water they’d been drinking during the hike from the side pockets.
He watched Journee for a few minutes while she admired the lake. Killian wasn’t sure if it was natural, man-made, or both. He figured it was the latter, considering where it was.
When she finished looking over the lake, Journee walked over to him and sat on the other side of the blanket.
Over the next hour, the two ate lunch, took in the scenery, and talked about the upcoming holiday. He’d forgotten entirely that Halloween was the following week. It wasn’t typically a holiday he celebrated. However, Journee had planned a party for a company in town which was why she’d brought it up.
“They’re having the party on a Thursday?” Killian questioned since that was when Halloween fell. He understood that, but did they expect their employees to come to work the following day? From what Journee had just told him, it would be a rowdy event.
“They are,” she responded. “I almost suggested that they have it on Friday but stopped myself short when I realized them doing their event on Thursday meant I wouldn’t have one on Friday and may be able to work a half day.”
Killian nodded. On one of their dates, he’d learned that she didn’t like to schedule back-to-back events. Journee liked to schedule set up for the day before to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be and leave the morning after open in case the gathering ran late into the night and clean up wasn’t completed when there were parties like this. Showers, corporate lunches, and things like that were different.
At some point, after they’d cleaned all of their trash and placed it into the bag, Journee moved over to sit between his legs, resting her head against his shoulder. Killian wrapped his arms around her, making circles on her stomach with his thumb. They stayed like that for the next hour, talking before they decided to hike back down the trail.
Killian opened the passenger door for Journee, helping her out. They’d gone out to dinner about forty-five minutes from the cabin. It was a nice little Italian restaurant, and after they’d had dessert, Journee wanted to go dancing at a spot they’d passed on the way. So, they’d spent an hour and a half there, and the number of men Killian caught staring at Journee amused him.
Jealousy was not one of the traits he had, but possessiveness was. So, each time he’d caught some man staring at her, Killian would let them know they had no chance. He would kiss her, pull her tighter against his body, whisper salacious things in her ear that he knew would have her eyes taking on that look they often got when he painted a picture for her, a look that wanted everything he was saying to become a reality.
Killian wouldn’t be surprised if Journee had slight bruises from the number of times he’d nipped at her neck and kissed it while staring whatever man down.
Once they were inside the cabin, Killian locked the door behind them. It was after eleven-thirty, and he watched as Journee went to the bedroom while he pulled his phone out and sat on the couch. He’d gotten a few notifications while they’d been out dancing, but he figured whoever it was would have called him if it was important.
One was a text from his sister, a picture of a hoverboard, and the message read, It would make a great Christmas present. Killian rolled his eyes at it but filed it away for when he did his shopping. The next few were from his social media accounts, and he didn’t bother looking at them. The last notification was a text from his stepfather, asking him to give him a call, but that it wasn’t important, so there was no rush.
Killian made a mental note to do it in the morning. He knew they were probably sleeping by now and didn’t want to wake them. Getting off the couch, he went into the bedroom. He knew that Journee was in the shower because he could hear it running.
Killian unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt before unbuttoning the shirt. He allowed it to hang open as he pulled his belt through the loops and tossed it onto the bed before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He toed his shoes off, placing them by his suitcase as his phone dinged, alerting him to a text.
Ziggy: I know you got my message. I can see that you read it.
Killian: Go to sleep, Zig.
Ziggy: You do realize I’m not a kid, right?
At that, Killian rolled his eyes because she was, at least to him. The age gap between them helped in that aspect.
Killian: It’s late, Zig, and I’m tired. I saw it. I’ll think about it.
Ziggy: Alright. Get some sleep. You know old people need an abundance of it. Love you.
Killian stared at the phone for a minute, knowing she did not just call him old. He sometimes wondered if it was too late to ask his mother to return Ziggy and get a refund.
Killian: Just because you’re a fetus doesn’t make me old. Love you.
Placing his phone on the bedside table, Killian grabbed a pair of boxers from his suitcase. He removed his clothes until he was left in nothing but his boxers. He was picking his toiletry bag up when the bathroom door opened, and Journee stepped out in her towel.
Killian was starting to think that she was doing it on purpose. That is, arousing him and testing his patience and willpower. He had to remind himself that she’d said he would have to work for it, and he couldn’t help but wonder if testing his restraint was part of it.
Journee went to her suitcase, bending over it, and Killian decided it would be best for both of them if he went and took his shower at that moment.
He started the shower, didn’t have to wait long for the water to heat up, and he stripped out of his boxers, grabbed his bath products, and stepped inside. The smell of Journee’s bath wash lingered in the air. It was different from the one she’d used the night before.
When Killian finished his shower, he dried himself before pulling on the fresh pair of boxers he’d brought in. He knew well enough that if he walked out in his towel, neither of them would sleep that night.
Killian walked back into the bedroom to find Journee scrolling through her phone. She was dressed the same way she’d been the night before in a tank top and shorts. Going over to the light switches, Killian used the one, he’d discovered that morning, controlled the bedside lamps, turning them on and turning the overhead light off.
Going to the end of the bed, he placed his knee on it as he grabbed Journee’s ankle and pulled her down. She let out a surprised little squeal, which Killian found cute before her eyes came up to his. He placed his hands on the side of her shorts, and he could see she was about to question him.
“Refer back to what I said last night,” he told her.
When he pulled her shorts off to find that she wasn’t wearing any panties, Killian chuckled because it seemed she hadn’t forgotten. He threw her shorts to the side, and before she could say anything, he spread her legs.
He licked his lips. “Such a pretty pussy, Tigress.” He listened as Journee moaned softly at his words.
Leaning in, he licked up her slit slowly, pulling a gasp from her. Killian repeated his action several times, getting the same response each time. However, he wanted more. He wanted to have her squirm from his tongue, moaning his name. Latching on to her clit, he began to suck it as his hand snaked under her shirt to her left breast and began to massage it.
Killian bit down gently on her clit, and Journee jumped, gasping out. He continued to suck it, the tip of his tongue flicking against it each time.
“Killian,” Journee moaned, and she began to move against him. He brought his free hand up to still her as the thumb of his other hand brushed over her nipple.
Killian was aware of what she was doing, building her orgasm, chasing it. However, he wasn’t about to let her cum yet. He’d told her he would put her to sleep, and he meant exactly that. Killian planned on having her cum all over his tongue several times before allowing her to do so.
9
Journee bit her bottom lip as she ran her hand through Killian’s black tresses. She’d fully believed him the night before when he’d told her that he would put her to sleep. So much so that she’d almost foregone putting anything on when she’d gotten out of the shower. She decided against it, wanting him to undress her. Though, she had bypassed the panties.
He was sucking her clit, and Journee knew it was with deliberate actions. Each time he’d suck it, she could feel the tip of his tongue push against it. He was giving her two different forms of stimulation at once, and Journee would be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying it.
She’d attempted to move with him, against him, several times. Each time he’d place his hand on her abdomen or grab her hips to still her. He didn’t want her moving. He’d made it clear.
Journee felt she was going through the sweetest torture because of it. Killian was taking his time. He was in no hurry to make her cum, to be finished with what he was doing. He was sampling her as if she was the finest wine ever produced.
Killian released her clit from his lips. He began to circle his tongue around it with barely there touches, and the slight contact had Journee aching for more, wanting, needing more. She wanted to feel his tongue firmly on her clit, wanted to move against him, but she knew what the outcome would be.
Journee tightened her hand in his hair, pulling him forward, attempting to make him give her more pressure. She hadn’t thought he would comply, but he did. Instead of licking her clit as she’d wanted him to, he ran his tongue first up and then down the length of her slit, and Journee threw her head back, releasing a moan.
She’d expected him to do it again or start teasing her again. He didn’t. Killian slid his tongue into her pussy, and just as he had when he’d been sucking her clit, he drank her in slowly. His tongue made slow circles inside of her. First clockwise, then counterclockwise.
Journee allowed her free hand to venture down and brush against her clit. She didn’t do it more than once before one of his hands came up and gripped her wrist. Killian pulled his tongue from her pussy, his gray eyes locked with hers.
