Passion lights the way for an ex-marine corrections officer rescuing a female CO trapped in a prison block during a blackout...
Note: This 5000-word short story was previously published as part of the HIGH OCTANE HEROES anthology. It may be short in length, but it's not short in passion!
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Excerpt:
Her bathroom door slammed open.
Still dressed in his uniform, his shoulders spanned the door frame. His short black hair skimmed the upper edge. His dark blue shirt, spattered with raindrops, reflected the stormy color of his eyes as he raked her with a glance. Anger simmered in the glance he gave her.
Her chin shot up. "No, hello darlin'?"
His hand shot out, grabbed her arm and yanked her against his chest. "Fight me."
Her eyes widened. "What's this about?"
He gave a sharp shake of his head. "Shut up. Fight me."
She inserted her free hand between them and shoved at his chest. "Danny?"
"Think you could have fought Draper off if he'd been after you?" he said, his voice a deep, graveled growl.
She swallowed hard against a burning lump at the back of her throat. So that was what this was going to be. A lesson. Proof she wasn't strong enough, mean enough to be on that barracks floor. "Stop this, right now."
She pushed again, but he ducked down, shoved his shoulder against her abdomen, forcing her to crumple over him. Then he was backing out the door, striding toward her bed. He shrugged his shoulder, and she tumbled to the mattress, her towel flying open.
Before she could roll over the side to escape, he was on her, his superior weight sinking her deep into the mattress. Covered shoulder to toe by his large body, she could barely breathe. "Danny."
He shook his head again, a grim set to his tight square jaw. "This ends, Jenn. Tomorrow, you're gonna accept that transfer. Work in the warden's office, guard the nurse, whatever, but you won't be on that goddamn floor."
"You have no right to dictate to me."
"Don't I? Wasn't my ass on the line tonight?"
"I didn't ask--"
"You didn't have to! Dammit, I love you!"
His shout reverberated in the room and had her jaw clamping shut. Bitter tears filled her eyes.
His eyes squeezed shut. Then before she could draw the next shattered breath, he rolled off her to sit at the edge of the bed, his back to her. His shoulders were slumped. "I can't do this again."
Note: This 5000-word short story was previously published as part of the HIGH OCTANE HEROES anthology. It may be short in length, but it's not short in passion!
*~*~*~*~*
Excerpt:
Her bathroom door slammed open.
Still dressed in his uniform, his shoulders spanned the door frame. His short black hair skimmed the upper edge. His dark blue shirt, spattered with raindrops, reflected the stormy color of his eyes as he raked her with a glance. Anger simmered in the glance he gave her.
Her chin shot up. "No, hello darlin'?"
His hand shot out, grabbed her arm and yanked her against his chest. "Fight me."
Her eyes widened. "What's this about?"
He gave a sharp shake of his head. "Shut up. Fight me."
She inserted her free hand between them and shoved at his chest. "Danny?"
"Think you could have fought Draper off if he'd been after you?" he said, his voice a deep, graveled growl.
She swallowed hard against a burning lump at the back of her throat. So that was what this was going to be. A lesson. Proof she wasn't strong enough, mean enough to be on that barracks floor. "Stop this, right now."
She pushed again, but he ducked down, shoved his shoulder against her abdomen, forcing her to crumple over him. Then he was backing out the door, striding toward her bed. He shrugged his shoulder, and she tumbled to the mattress, her towel flying open.
Before she could roll over the side to escape, he was on her, his superior weight sinking her deep into the mattress. Covered shoulder to toe by his large body, she could barely breathe. "Danny."
He shook his head again, a grim set to his tight square jaw. "This ends, Jenn. Tomorrow, you're gonna accept that transfer. Work in the warden's office, guard the nurse, whatever, but you won't be on that goddamn floor."
"You have no right to dictate to me."
"Don't I? Wasn't my ass on the line tonight?"
"I didn't ask--"
"You didn't have to! Dammit, I love you!"
His shout reverberated in the room and had her jaw clamping shut. Bitter tears filled her eyes.
His eyes squeezed shut. Then before she could draw the next shattered breath, he rolled off her to sit at the edge of the bed, his back to her. His shoulders were slumped. "I can't do this again."
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