Mercy: Second Chance Military Romance by Abbi Hemp Read Free Book Online

and forth in front of him.
    I watched, enthralled, as he wrapped a condom over it.
    This is it. He’s going to fuck me.
    The thought turned me on so much. I wasn’t sure if it was the fact we weren’t supposed to be doing what we were about to do or the fact I was in a strange country, but something was different.
    None of the other men who fucked me compared to Tyler, and he hadn’t even pushed it in me yet. I expected great things – like a mind-blowing orgasm in Afghanistan.
    He stepped forward and lifted my legs. Our eyes met as he rubbed the tip of his cock over my wet pussy lips before putting it in. I squinted my eyes and moaned.
    The look of hunger in his eyes turned to surprise at the sound of an explosion outside.
    “What the hell?” I asked.
    He dropped my legs and spun around.
    “Fuck.”
    “Are we under attack?” I asked, standing up.
    “I don’t know,” he said as he slipped his underwear on.
    As we dressed, I heard a second explosion outside from the same direction.
    “That sounds like it’s inside the camp,” he said. “Stay here.”
    “Don’t worry about me,” I said, my heart racing and adrenaline pumping.
    He flung the door open and bolted outside. I ran over and peeked outside. Flames rose into the air about five hundred feet away, near the wall surrounding the base.
    I shut the door and locked it, wondering what the hell I should do. My suitcase and bag were sitting next to the door. Would I ever make it home back to New York?
    The thought of not making it hit me hard as I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. As a journalist, I wanted to find out what the hell had happened.
    After opening the door, I stepped outside. No other explosions had occurred. Was it a car bomb? An RPG? Something else? I saw men running toward the blaze.
    Before I decided to follow them, Tony Roth ran up.
    “We need to go,” he said. “Are you packed?”
    “Now? Seriously?”
    “Captain Jeffries wants you out of here right now.”
    “This is bullshit,” I said, nodding to the flames. “What the hell happened?”
    “That’s on a need-to-know basis, and you don’t need to know. Can I help with your bags?”
    “I’m not leaving,” I said, defiantly crossing my arms over my chest.
    “If you don’t, Tyler will be in even more trouble.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “That’s on a need-to-know basis too, and…”
    “Let me guess,” I interrupted. “You don’t think I need to know.”
    “It’s not my call,” he said. “Are you coming, or do I need to call the MPs?”
    “I’m coming,” I said then stepped back inside to grab my suitcase and messenger bag.
    “Hurry. The chopper is waiting,” Tony said as I followed him to the large, open space in middle of the camp.
    “Will you please tell me what happened?” I begged over the loud sound of the chopper blades and engine. “Was it the Taliban?”
    “No,” he shouted. “It wasn’t an attack. You need to get on the chopper. Now.”
    I glanced around, wondering about Tyler. Would he look me up and call to let me know what had happened? Fucking him was the furthest thing from my mind as I searched for him.
    “You need to go,” Tony shouted, pointing at the helicopter.
    “Fine,” I said, ducking my head and jogging over.
    A soldier helped me inside. As soon as I sat down, the chopper lifted into the air. I peered over the side, looking down. Tyler! He looked up at me in the chopper as it flew away.
    The entire trip to the Kandahar airport, I thought about what had happened at FOB Rushmore. I hadn’t gotten the story I wanted or the man I desired.
    All I wanted to do was get back to New York and my normal life.
     
     

ELEVEN

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Tyler
     
     
     
     
     
    Two Years Later
     
    As I got out of the yellow cab and saw the New York City skyline, I suddenly realized how much I had missed the city. The car pulled away. I walked up on the sidewalk and pulled out my phone.
    Everything had fallen apart after