Page 50 of Dark Side of the Cloth

Explosions surrounded him. The building shook as debris fell from the ceiling. They were trapped, pinned down, and unable to move, yet they had to, or they wouldn’t make it another ten minutes. With his decision made, they tried to make it out of the area in two groups, twelve of them in total lined up to make their escape. The first in line peeked out the door before stepping in front of it.

Dean heard the whistling sound and opened his mouth to yell for him to come back when the door blew inward, the wood shattering, sending concrete fragments flying. His ears rang with the explosion, and he quickly helped his friend stand beside him before racing to the fallen soldier.

The young man had been blown back, the debris sticking out of his body in a morbid display. He choked on his own blood, gasping for each breath, eyes wide as blood dripped from his mouth. Another in the fallen soldier’s unit ran to his side and gripped his hand. It was all that could be done.

“We need to go now!” he yelled over the roar of burning fires and the never-ending explosions.

“We can’t leave him!”

Reaching out, he gripped the man’s dog tags in his hand and ripped them free.

“Here, we’ll come back for his body. There’s nothing more we can do. Get up, soldier, that’s an order! If you want to live, we need to go!” Dean yelled.

His instincts screamed not to leave a man behind, but he knew they had no other choice if they wanted to live. Dean grabbed the young soldier by the shoulder and dragged him to his feet.

“I said go! Now!” He pushed the soldier ahead of himself as the last of them filed out the door and raced into the surrounding desert.

Dean sucked in a ragged breath as his mind came back to the now. He was gripping the steering wheel in a white knuckle hold, his nails digging into his palms.

“Perez, Scooter, Mel, TK, Ringo, Jimmy.” Dean chanted the mantra of his fallen friends’ names, his constant reminder of why he continued to do what he did.

His heart slowed, and the ache in his shoulder that always accompanied the memories began to ease. Dean forced his hand off the wheel and started the car. He needed to get out of here.

The tires spun on the slippery ground as he drove the car backward and down the deserted highway. No one in their right mind would be out in this weather. His wipers worked overtime, smacking back and forth, barely making a dent in the blinding rain. He was sure more than one death would be due to the weather this evening. He rounded a sharp bend, his own car fishtailing on the slippery surface, but it didn’t slow him down. He’d faced death. He’d even kissed her face and held her hand. If it was his time, it was his time, but he knew he had more to accomplish before death kissed him for the last time.

Yasmine jerked awake. She sat there for a moment, heart pounding as she listened for what had woken her. Frantic pounding echoed throughout her house. Jumping from the bed, she grabbed her housecoat, pulling it on as she ran for the door. If someone was out in this weather, they could need help.

Or be an ax murder.

Yasmine stubbed her toe on the door jamb and cursed as she hopped to the top of the stairs. The forceful banging came again, the thumping sound echoing up the stairwell over the rumble and roar of the storm outside. She pushed open the curtain covering the window beside the door and peeked out to see Dean on her doorstep.

Her heart stopped at the sight of him. She flicked the lock and swung open the door. He was gripping the sides of her door frame, head down and soaked to the bone.

“Dean, what happened? Are you alright?”

His eyes slowly lifted to find hers, and she gasped at the intense stare. Frozen to the spot, she swallowed the lump in her throat. There was no calm priest in his eyes now, only a predatory animal, an all-male look that had her knees shaking. As quick as a cat, he burst through her door, and she was only slightly aware of it slamming closed behind him before he claimed her mouth. His hands were cold and wet, and she jumped and let out a little yelp as those hands found their way inside her housecoat and under her tank top.

His actions were frantic. He cupped her ass and pulled her up his body until her legs wrapped around his waist. Her body responded instantly to his touch like he had a magic switch—igniting with a fiery burn that threatened to eat her up and spit her out. She pulled his hair and moaned in his mouth as she was suddenly splayed out on the stairs, his much heavier body pressing into all her sensitive areas.

“Oh God yes!” she cried out as he thrust his hips into her. She could feel his hard shaft pressing into her and wanted their clothing gone. She wanted him to pound into her until her voice was hoarse and her legs were weak.

“Do you want me?” Dean’s voice broke through the lustful fog.

He’d stopped moving and stared down at her with shrouded eyes that looked feral in the darkened entranceway. Yasmine nodded. It seemed like such a silly question when she’d been practically humping him a moment ago.

“Say it.” Dean’s voice was gravelly as he rubbed himself against her once more.

She moaned, her mouth dropping open as the pleasure swiftly spread throughout her body once more.

“Say it, Yasmine, look at me and say the words or I walk out the door.”

She swallowed hard. She knew her choices, and she understood her sin. She knew she shouldn’t, and yet…

“I want you, Dean. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. So yes, please fuck me,” she said softly.

A sound that was more animal than man ripped from Dean’s chest as he stood, taking her with him. His mouth was on hers, hot and needy as he bit her lower lip. The sting made her already dripping pussy clench with forbidden desire. She expected him to throw her on the bed and fuck her as hard as he’d kissed her, but instead, he gently placed her on her feet and stared at her.

She could hear each beat of her heart as it hammered in her chest. Dean pushed the open housecoat off her shoulders. Leaning in, he kissed one shoulder and then the other, his hot lips leaving permanent imprints in her mind.