The Long Ride Home — Delilah Devlin

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Ride along with two soldiers, just returned from war, who find sweet release in the long ride home...

Note: This book was previously published in Penthouse Magazine and the Duty and Desire anthology, but has been revised and expanded.

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Excerpt:

Glancing toward Sergeant Maddox, I noted the hard edge of his jaw, the hand wrapped so tight around the steering wheel that the muscles in his forearm tensed. I didn't have to crawl inside his head to know he didn't want me there. So why had he told me to get in?

Was he attracted, too, but reluctant to act on it because he was still my superior? Like I'd ever tell a soul. He should have known me better than that. We'd been through hell together, and yet I'd never presumed on the bond, never asked for favors.

Did he want me to make the first move so he'd know my expectations, know just how far I wanted this to go? I smiled at the thought of all the fantasies I'd stored up over the months. And I was finally here--alone with a man who was still feeling edgy and angry.

Maybe I could help him out a bit. And maybe, he'd see me as more than a fellow soldier who'd shared the bench seat of a deuce-and-a-half truck a time or two. One I'd been driving when he'd had to talk me through a hail of gunfire as our transport convoy had come under attack.

I unbuckled my belt, ignoring his deep frown. I turned in the seat and reached for the buttons of his jacket, flicking them open then parting each side.

He didn't say a thing, but his nostrils flared, his jaw sawed tighter.

I gripped the front of his t-shirt, bunched it in my hand, and tugged it from his ACU trousers.

His stomach jumped, and he sucked it in, making just enough room for me to get my fingers behind the waistband as I unbuckled, unbuttoned and tugged down the zip.

"Dammit, Hollister," he said, his voice rough as gravel. "You're gonna get us both killed."

"Not if you keep your eyes on the road," I said, tilting up my chin. Then I leaned over his lap, folded down the elastic band of his boxer briefs and pulled his cock upright.
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