Soldier's Choice by Morgan Blaze Read Free Book Online

her and smirked. “Do you paint storms into everything?”
    Unexpected laughter held back her tears of relief. “Just about,” she said.
    “I think they’d call that a ‘cohesive style,’ or something.” He turned back to stare at young Dorothy another minute, and then carefully moved the painting aside.
    A shocked hiss of air escaped him.
    “What’s wrong?” She moved closer, until she could see the one he was looking at—and her mouth fell open. Oh, God, how could she have forgotten about that?
    She’d painted Reese.
    He’d been gone three years when she did that one. She’d just come off a string of bad dates. Guys she couldn’t have talked to if she tried, who were only interested in banging someone the whole town thought was easy. It made her miss him more than usual, so much that it hurt to breathe. So she’d locked herself up here for the day and brought him back the only way she could.
    The painting showed him in the rain. Dark hair plastered to his head, open shirt, hands in his pockets. Half his face was hidden in shadow, and one brilliant blue eye stared from the other half as rain tracked down like tears. The sorrow and longing in his expression reflected her own emotional state at the time.
    “I’m sorry,” she said, breaking the perfect silence between them. “I just…I should’ve asked for permission. But you weren’t here…”
    He straightened fast. Before she could react, his arms were around her, and his lips were on hers.
    “Don’t apologize,” he rumbled. “God, Luka. I don’t even have words. It’s…”
    He kissed her again.
    If she had any sense at all, she’d pull away. Maybe slap him for good measure. But this felt so good, so right. All of her convictions crumbled to dust, and her mind insisted that it would be different this time—even though her heart knew better.
    When he pulled back, she said, “Couch?”
    “Yes.”
    She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him to the sitting area. There, she pushed him onto the couch—and he pulled her down on top of him, hands on her waist to steady her. “Maybe we should’ve undressed first,” he said.
    “Allow me.” She tugged her shirt off and dropped it on the floor, then went for the button on his jeans. It took a little maneuvering, but she managed to loosen his pants and slide a hand down to grip his hard length.
    He gasped and grabbed for the back of the couch as his eyes darkened. “Jesus Christ,” he breathed. “Do you know what you do to me?”
    “I might have an idea.” Smiling, she freed his straining cock and began stroking him slowly. His head fell back, and he closed his eyes with a groan. The feel of him beneath her fingers had her damp in no time, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to tease him for long.
    She needed more. She’d never get enough of him.
    Just as she leaned forward, intent on kissing those firm lips, there was a loud bang from downstairs. She jumped, and Reese’s eyes flew open.
    “Luka? There’s a Jeep outside. Is somebody here?”
    “Gage,” she groaned. “Goddamn it.”
    “Your brother?” Reese shifted semi-upright and fumbled with his pants. “Well. Shit.”
    “Exactly.”
    As she climbed off and retrieved her shirt, she heard footsteps climbing the stairs. “Hey, Luka,” Gage called. “You awake? Who’s here, Sydney?”
    Her face heated, and she pulled her shirt on fast. “Gage, stop!” she shouted. “I’ll be right down. Just…wait a second, okay?”
    There was a long pause. Then she heard him laughing as he headed back down the stairs.
    “Wonderful,” she said. “I’ll never hear the end of this.”
    Reese looked at her with raised eyebrows. “Should I climb out the window or something?”
    “No. Just ignore anything he says.” She glanced at the bulge in his pants, and bit her lip. “Um. Sorry about that,” she said.
    He gave her a crooked smile. “Don’t apologize, remember? You’re worth it.”
    She had to look away, before her