Status Updates From Rising (Sinful Soldier #2)

There was a certain impatience that came with being a Dom. A raw and carnal caveman side that embraced primal instincts like smacking, grabbing, nipping, sucking, licking, and last but not least, fucking.

The words tumbled out at full speed. “I was only trying them on for a second to see if they would fit. Which they do.”
Jake snorted. “Obviously.”
“And then the zipper got stuck. I’ve worked this zipper harder than a hand around Ryan Gosling’s dick, but it’s no use. It’s locked in place like an alligator nipple clamp.”

Loud, but not in the frame, Julian was heard shouting, “I am so gonna eat your ass, Ass Man.”
Cocking his head, Jake lifted a stunned brow.
Kathryn thought it over for a beat, shook her head, and translated. “He meant beat your ass.”
Exasperated, Jake said, “It’s Julian. Are you sure?”

Take a standard-issue soldier, add thirty pounds of body armor, strap a hundred more pounds of equipment to his or her back, then send them on a ten-mile hike. Voilà. Instant knee demolition.

“Oh, for the love of God, Julian. I was with Paco. Not Andi.”“Paco?” Julian asked. “As in Paco Robles?” Jake nodded as he slid the ring between the first and second knuckle of his pinky. Sitting up and attentive, Julian leaned in. “So, Paco Robles . . . exists? All this time, I was pretty sure Kathryn made him up. From what she’s described, he’s a smoking-hot unicorn.

“It’s for the zipper. Bar soap is tried and true for releasing the teeth. Rub it on the zipper and pull.”“Rub and pull. It’s like I was born ready.” Eager to avoid watching Julian’s hand job, Jake made himself busy around the room. LMFAO😁

“This isn’t over. Listen very carefully, little kitten. I’ll stop for the moment because you have that power. You always have and you always will. But make no mistake, I might be releasing you, but I’m not letting you go. You’re mine.”

Dipping his head so she could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, he growled out, “I’m losing patience. Patient Jake was last night. Today you have your Dom. And you have about thirty seconds to decide how this game will be played.” Kathryn swallowed hard. “We’ll talk later.” He took half a step back, opening his arm and gesturing to the door. “After you.”

“Is my kitten ready to come?” No. Ready was an hour ago. Kitten is about to explode. But all she could utter, breathy and pleading, were the words, “Yes, sir.”“Not until I say,” he said firmly, thrusting hard enough to light every cell in her body on fire. Even behind the blindfold, her eyes slammed shut. Kathryn tensed, trying anything to avoid falling over. Biting her lip. Holding her breath.

“Julian,” Jake said, never moving his hungry gaze from hers. Without looking down, he fished out his wallet and held up his black card. “Dinner’s on me if you’re out of my house in under one minute.” Snatching the card and hurrying out, Julian asked over his shoulder, “What’s my budget?”“Paris. Now get the fuck out of here.”

The woman ducked her head, but there was no hiding her smile as she kneaded Paco’s pretty foot. Kathryn took a woeful look at her own Barney Rubble feet and sighed. “At least Jake’s not a foot-fetish guy.”“Maybe he will be when he sees how gorgeous those piggies look.” Paco held his glass to hers, inviting a toast. “To you and your journey down the BDSM brick road to the wonderful dungeon of Oz.”

With a last deep kiss along her lips, his head moved down, dipping between her legs, rough stubbled nips along her inner thighs, and soothing hungry licks that were too close to undoing her. “Jake,” she whimpered, but he wasn’t stopping. Desperate, she gripped his hair, scraped his back and neck, and rocked her hips to the rhythm of each hungry, invasive lick. Each perfect touch. Chasing a climax that shredded her