Obsessed (Whiskey Run 3)

And I come as she bears down on me, sucking me in and not letting me go. “Yes,” I groan.

I pull out and climb off the bed backwards. Walking into the bathroom, I’m already regretting what I’ve done. I clean up and then walk out to her and help her do the same. “I’m sorry,” I tell her with shame.

She pulls the sheet up to cover her body. “Sorry for what?”

She looks like she’s on the verge of tears, and I sit down on the bed next to her. My stupid cock isn’t cooperating because already I’m getting hard again. “I’m sorry, I was so rough. I was quick.”

She snorts and then covers her face. “I came. Twice, Evan. I mean, were you going for a record or something?”

I shake my head. “I just wanted it to be good for you.”

She pulls me to lie down with her and lays her head on my chest. “It was good. But don’t worry. We have all night if you’re wanting to make it up to me.”

I can feel her smiling on my chest, and I run my hands up and down her bare back. I was right. One time will not be enough with her. I’m thinking forever won’t be either.

Epilogue

Sierra

One Month Later

For the past month, I’ve been waking up in Evan McCarthy’s arms. I wanted one night and the one night turned into a week… then a month. We’re together all the time except for when we’re at work, and even though the stalker had been caught, Evan still drives me to work each day and picks me up. And then most nights, he stays at my house with me. We’ve gotten closer and closer, and I’ve loved it, but there’s something weighing on the back of my mind. Like this is just too good to last.

I’m at the house since it was a half day for me and Evan dropped me off so he could go to a doctor’s appointment. When my phone rings, I answer it without looking at the caller ID. “Hello.”

“Hello. May I speak to Evan McCarthy, please?”

I pull the phone back and look at it and then put it to my ear again. “Uh, no I’m sorry he isn’t here. May I ask who’s calling?” Whoever it is sounds pretty official.

“Yes. This is Commander Jamison. I got your number from Evan’s brother when I called his office. He thought Evan might be there. Can you please tell him I’m trying to track him down and have him call me?”

I’m nodding into the phone, and my stomach sinks at the same time. “Yes. I’ll tell him.”

The phone clicks in my ear, and I walk over to the couch and drop into it.

I don’t know how much time passes, and Evan walks into my house, whistling.

He spots me and stops, and I try to hide the pain on my face. He drops down in front of me. “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head. “What did the doctor say?”

His smile when he first walked in lessens a little but he still tells me, “All my tests were good. They said I’ll be able to return to all normal activities soon.”

I smile, but I know it doesn’t quite reach my eyes. Don’t get me wrong, I want him well. I hate the pain he’s gone through with the vertigo, but I also don’t want him to leave. “That’s so great, Evan. I’m so happy for you.”

I pull him in for a hug to hide my face. He can always read me, sometimes knowing what I’m feeling before I even tell him, and I don’t want to bring him down. I want him happy.

His arms tighten around me. “What is it?”

“No—"

But before I can get “nothing” out, he interrupts me. “Don’t say nothing. There’s something wrong. Tell me.”

I pull away and stand up, sliding around him to put some distance between us. “Nothing is wrong. Oh yeah, your commander called. He wants you to call him back.”

He’s quiet for a minute, and I start to walk out of the room, but he follows me. I think I can hold it together until he puts his hands on my shoulders to stop me. It’s then that the floodgates open, and tears are pouring down my face.

I turn in his arms and plaster myself to him. I can’t imagine losing him. Not now. And knowing he’s okay, that he can return to all his duties, I know he’s probably going to leave me.

He lets me cry, and when I start to calm down, he just holds me tighter. “Tell me what it is. I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”

“It’s nothing. I’m happy you’re okay. I’m happy you can go back to your duties....” I trail off, and that’s when it clicks.

“You think I’m going back to the Army?”