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A llison looks around the huge bathroom unsure what to do, now that Russell has left. The bath does look inviting. The room is warm and fragrant from whatever bath salts Russell put in the tub. She sighs again. She has never been an uncertain person, but after her kidnapping and subsequent release, she doesn’t know what to do with herself. It’s why she’d decided to leave San Diego for Jacksonville. She needed to be around people she trusts. Her family. Russell.

She must be crazy. It’s obvious she’d lost her mind while she’d been held captive. She’s known Russell forhardly more than a week, but he has become her lifeline. They’d really only spent a few days in each other’s company, yet, she needs him to feel safe, grounded. She shakes her head at the thought. He’s been so kind and considerate, but she shouldn’t depend on him like this. He isn’t looking for anything serious. They both knew that going into their little fling and yet she can’t help wanting more.

The whole time she’d been held captive, all she could think about was getting free so she could see him again. Once she’d been freed, he was the first person she’d called and he’d answered immediately. Not only did he answer, he loaded up and came to get her. Seeing him earlier in the airport had made her heart leap in her chest, when he held her, she’d felt safe and whole again. She hadn’t wanted to let him go, but she didn’t know where they stood. Could he possibly want more than the weekend they’d shared? Or was he just looking out for her because she was his teammate’s wife’s cousin?

Allison stifles a groan of frustration. She forces herself to push her worries aside for the moment and focus on the nice bath Russell has prepared for her. Slowly she strips off her clothes, letting them fall to the floor. She steps into the warmth of the water and sinks down to her chin, relishing in the comforting warmth.

Allison must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knows, there’s a knocking sound startling her awake. She sits up suddenly causing the water to slosh over the side of the tub and into the floor. “Allison?” Russell’s voice comes through the bathroom door. “Is everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” Allison calls out. “I’ll be out in a minute.” She stands, grabbing a towel that is laying conveniently by the tub. She wraps herself up in the fluffy material. She dries herself off, suddenly realizing she doesn’t have any of her clothes in the bathroom with her. Well, it isn’t like Russell has seen every inch of her, tasted every inch of her. Ugh! She’s got to stop thinking about that.

She stares at her reflection in the mirror. Good grief she looks terrible, like yesterday’s trash. She looks more fatigued than she can ever remember being before and her hair is a tangled mess. She shouldn’t be worried about causing Russell to desire her. One look at her and there’s no way he’d get turned on. She snorts out a laugh, shaking her head. She heads for the door and opens it.

She comes to an abrupt halt when she nearly collides with Russell who is standing at the door waiting for her to emerge. “Oh!” she exclaims her hands flying up to catch herself, but she’d needn’t have worried. His arms come around her, pulling her into his chest. Allison’s towel comes loose where she’d tucked it into itself.

“Whoa, sugar,” Russell chuckles. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have been creeping outside the door, but you’d been in there so long, I was beginning to think you’d drowned.”

Alison smiles up at him. Her heart beating faster, desire swirling in her belly. Need stronger than she’s never felt before shoots through her. She wants him so badly. She needs him to make her forget the last few days. She raises up on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to his. Russell’s arms tighten around her. His lips moving over hers. His tongue sweeps against her lips, begging entrance.

Allison opens. Her tongue sliding along his, dancing like long, lost lovers. Her arms go around his neck, pulling him closer, though they are already as close as they can get with only her towel and his clothes between them. His hands slip lower, cupping her ass, drawing a moan from her. She attempts to get her hands down to remove his shirt, but Russell is suddenly pulling away. Her eyes fly open, confusion and hurt hitting her.

“Wh-what’s wrong?” Allison asks. Russell steps back, releasing her. She clutches the towel to keep it from falling completely away from her body. She quickly secures it once more. Russell looks so conflicted as he stares at her.

“I’m sorry, sugar.” Russell runs his hand through his hair, looking away from her. “I shouldn’t have done that.” Allison rears back, suddenly angry with him for saying such a thing.

“What do you mean?” Allison demands. “Why would you say that?” Russell looks very uncomfortable. He turns away, which only increases the hurt she’s feeling over his actions. He has only come to get her out of loyalty to his friend, she concludes or maybe he came because he feels guilty for having sex with her at the wedding.

“You’ve been through hell, Allison,” Russell answers at last. Anger in his tone, as well. His back still facing her. “I shouldn’t be pawing at you like that.” His hands come up to both sides of his head as he lets out a sigh. “You should get some clothes on. I brought food back.” He takes a few steps away before throwing over his shoulder without turning to look at her. “I’ll be in the next room when you’re ready.” He departs then, leaving her feeling cold and alone.

Allison’s eyes drift closed. She works to calm herself and force the hurt of his rejection away. Russell has placed her suitcase on a stand at the foot of the bed. She opens it and digs around pulling out a pair of shorts and a tank top. She slips them on, foregoing a bra and panties, although she probably should have put them on after Russell’s dismissal, but if he isn’t interested then he shouldn’t care what she is or isn’t wearing.

She heads into the other room to find he has placed an array of Chinese dishes out on the small dining table. Allison walks over and takes a seat. She looks over the dishes. How did he know to get all her favorites? Did he text Emma and ask what she likes? Russell returns, placing an empty paper plate in front of her. Despite knowing it isn’t a good idea, she can’t keep herself from looking up at him. “Thank you,” she murmurs, dropping her gaze back to her empty plate.

Russell is suddenly picking her up causing her to let out a squeak. He sits down in her chair with her on his lap. “I didn’t mean to make things uncomfortable for you, sugar,” Russell begins, his hand taking her chin in a gentle grip and turning her to face him. Their eyes meet and instantly, her heart beats faster. A tingling awareness of him runs through her.

“I want you Allison, just as much as I did the first time I saw you, but after what you’ve endured, I don’t want to pressure you into something you aren’t ready for, even if you might think you’re ready.” She frowns at this. Does he think she’s so fragile she doesn’t know what she wants? “Fuck! I’m messing this up again.” Russell looks and sounds so miserable. She realizes what he is trying to say. He wants to put her needs ahead of his own, just like he has done from the beginning.

“You aren’t messing anything up,” Allison whispers, holding his gaze. “You are, as you’ve done from the moment we met, putting me and my needs first.” She leans over to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you, Russell, for always thinking of me first. I’ve never had anyone put my needs ahead of their own.” His face loses all of the tension that had been in it.

“You’re welcome, sugar.” He kisses her again, soft, gentle, sweet. “I have something for you.” Allison’s eyebrows go up. This is a surprise. Why would he get her something?

Russell reaches across the table picking up a large square jewelry box from behind the containers of Chinese food. Allison’s hands are shaking as she takes the box. “Open it.” Russell is watching her with an intense gaze. She lifts the lid to reveal a gorgeous sapphire necklace and matching earrings.

She lifts her eyes to look at him in wonder. “You got this for me?” He nods, looking pleased with himself.

“Yeah, I thought they’d look nice on you and I figured you could use a little spoiling after…everything,” Russell ends awkwardly. “It’s really not a big deal. I just thought it might offer a nice distraction. That’s all.”

“Thank you,” Allison murmurs, taking in the beauty of the jewelry. “They are beautiful, but I can’t accept such an expensive gift.” Russell is already shaking his head.

“They’re not that expensive. Here let me help you put on the necklace.”

Russell brings the necklace over her head from behind, brushing her still damp hair to the side. Her skin pebbles when his fingers brush the back of her neck as he clasps it into place. “Do you need help with the earrings?” Allison shakes her head and quickly dons them.

“Now, you need to eat, okay?” She nods, feeling the weight of her new jewelry. She expects him to put her into her own seat again, but he just begins to put food on the plate in front of them and begins to feed her and himself from the same plate.

Allison didn’t realize how hungry she’d gotten until Russell began to feed her. She hadn’t been fed well by her captors and since being released she’s hardly eaten more than a few bites here and there. She’s been too anxious, feeling like she’s being watched. She’d tried to convince herself she was being paranoid after the abduction, but someone had been in her apartment. She no longer has any doubt about that, hence the reason she’s here with Russell in Denver.

When he seems satisfied she’s eaten all that she’s going to, he stands, still holding her. He carries her back into the bedroom and using one hand pulls the covers back on the bed. Ever so gently he deposits her into the middle of the king bed. With a kiss to her forehead, he draws the covers up around her. “Sleep, sugar.”

Raising up he turns to leave. “Please,” Allison whispers, unsure what’s happening and why he wouldn’t join her. Russell stops and looks back at her over his shoulder. “Don’t leave me?” His intense expression and body relax as he moves to sit next to her on the bed.

“I’m going to clean up our dinner and then I’ll be back to watch over you,” he assures her. His hand brushes a stray hair off her forehead.

“I don’t want to be alone,” Allison admits. “You make me feel safe, Russell.” Her voice catches as she fights the tears that are threatening to fall.

“I’m not going anywhere, sugar.” Pulling a chair from the small desk in the room, he sits next to the bed. “I’ll be right here, watching over you.” Allison wants him to distract her from the hell she’s lived the last ten days, but she knows he’s doing the right thing by giving her time to rest and recover.

Much faster than she expects, she’s asleep, only to wake up screaming from a nightmare sometime later. Russell bursts into the room with a murderous expression on his face. She’s never seen him like this and is momentarily frightened. This isn’t caveman Russell. This is Marine Raider Russell. His eyes dart around the room before landing on her. The poised for attack posture loosens and he heads for the bed.

“It’s all right, sugar. It was just a dream.” He drops onto the bed, pulling her into his arms. Allison clings to him. Although she’s mostly awake, she can still see vestiges of her dream. She’s still in that dank room with the man who’d threatened to rape and kill her. He is smirking down at her and she shivers. Russell tightens his hold and rocks her.

“I’m here. I’ve got you.” His soothing voice repeats over and over until her body stops shaking and the tears slow. Allison attempts to sit up. Russell peers down at her. “Better?”

“Yes.” He lays her back in bed and covers her up. When he turns to leave, she grabs his hand pulling him back down to the bed.

He studies her a beat, before standing again and stripping out of most of his clothes, leaving his boxer-briefs on. She throws the cover back for him to slip in next to her. Before she comprehends he has lain down next to her, she is rolled to her side. Russell spoons her from behind, completely surrounding her with his body. “Sleep, I’ve got you.”

Wrapped securely in Russell’s arms, the fear and exhaustion she’s experienced can no longer overwhelm her. Allison drifts off to sleep again. She wakes the next afternoon, having slept for almost twenty-four hours. Russell is back in the chair beside the bed.

“Hey,” she mumbles, swiping her chin, fearful she’s drooled all over herself.

“Hey, sugar. Did you sleep well?” Allison nods, surprised at how well she’d slept after he’d gotten into bed with her. She does feel rested for the first time in weeks, even though she has a deep sleep hangover and she desperately needs to pee.

“I have food for you in the other room, when you’re ready,” Russell informs her.

After using the facilities, she finds him waiting for her at the small table where they’d eaten last night. And just like last night, he scoops her up and places her on his lap to hand feed her, fresh fruits, gourmet cheeses, and crackers.

As they eat, she can’t seem to sit still. Who knew being hand fed could be such a turn on? Although everything Russell does, is a turn on for her. She shifts again. Russell’s hand grips her hip tightly. “You’re killing me, sugar,” Russell grumbles. Allison laughs and wiggles her hips again. His head whips in her direction. “Allison,” he growls. His voice deep and husky. “You’re playing with fire, sugar.”

“Maybe I want to get burned,” Allison drawls, seductively, turning on his lap to face him. “Please, Russell, I want you. I-I need you.” She leans in pressing her lips to his. Her tongue begs entrance to his mouth. He opens to her, letting her explore his mouth, to lead their kiss. She strokes her tongue along his, drawing her desires higher. She rocks her pelvis over the growing erection in his pants. He groans. His hands gripping her hips tightly, but not to stop her this time. No, now, he is guiding her movements, creating the best kind of friction in all the right places. She can feel the tension building between her thighs. She’s close to coming already.

Russell pulls away from her suddenly. “No!” Allison cries out in frustration. He has the nerve to chuckle. She is about to climb off his lap and tell him off, but before she can move, he is standing up, taking her with him.

“I’m not stopping, sugar,” Russell says a bit breathless sounding as he walks toward the bedroom. “We need a better place for this to happen than in a straight back chair.” Allison’s arms drape around Russell’s shoulders. She hangs on as he maneuvers them through the doorway and toward the bed.

He lowers her to the soft mattress, crawling in over her. “Are you sure about this?” Allison nods, reaching for him, pulling him down for another kiss. He doesn’t let her lead this time. His tongue spears into her mouth, stroking her just like she wants his cock to be doing.

She fumbles with her hands trying to get his shirt out of her way. She needs to feel his skin under her hands, to touch him, to feel him, and know that he is real. He breaks their kiss rising up just enough to remove his shirt in one swift movement. She drinks in his sculpted body. He is perfection. All hard muscle and smooth lines. Her hands skim over his chest and down his arms, squeezing his biceps before moving down to his forearms. Why are forearms sexy?

Allison’s exploration is halted when Russell removes her tank. Wetness leaks from her sex at the expression on his face as he gazes down at her naked chest. “You, sugar, are gorgeous.” He lowers his head, taking one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking hard, then nipping the hardened bud.

“Oh, mmm!” she groans out as he takes his time feasting on her breasts, lavishing each one with attention. He moves lower, kissing and licking his way downward. He eases back taking the waistband of her shorts with him. He stands to remove them fully from her legs. His eyes roam over her body, lazily, heating with lust. She can feel herself getting wetter from his intense gaze. “Please,” she begs, not caring how whiny she sounds. She needs his cock filling her up, taking away the aching need that has settled between her legs.

Her plea spurs him into action. He quickly unbuttons his pants, taking them down his muscled thighs along with his boxers. He’d apparently taken his shoes off when he’d gotten back with the food.

In seconds he is standing before her in all his naked glory. His cock standing erect against his abdomen. A bead of precum leaking from the tip. He moves toward the bed as she sits up to lick the bead from his cock. She reaches for him, but he grabs her wrist, firmly, but gently, shaking his head. “This is about you, sugar. I can wait.”

Her lower lip protrudes in a pout. “I want your cock in my mouth,” she demands, wrenching her wrist from his hand to grip his cock. “Let me, please?” She lifts her eyes from his cock to meet his gaze. His eyes are like liquid fire. She grins, seeing just how turned on he is.

Emboldened by his reaction, she strokes him gently a couple of times, before lowering her mouth to take him in. She gives the head a lick, swirling her tongue around and around, then sucks him inside, taking him all the way to the back of her throat in one swift motion. “Oh fuck, sugar!” Russell’s hips shift, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. She gags as he pushes down her throat. He tries to pull out, but she holds him to her. She lets him slide himself out to the tip before taking him deep again.

Over and over, she takes him down until his legs begin to tremble under her hands. She can tell he is getting close. “I’m going to cum, baby,” he moans. She sucks harder the next time she takes him down. Again, he pistons his hips forward, forcing his cock into her throat. He explodes down her throat and she swallows. He pulls back. His cock still shooting out a warm, salty stream onto her tongue. She swallows again, contracting around his length, which triggers another small amount of cum to erupt from his tip.

Allison runs her tongue over the head of his cock licking up every drop before she releases her hold on him. She leans back with a satisfied grin on her face. Russell is on her then, pushing her onto her back while he plunders her mouth. Something about him being able to taste his cum in her mouth makes another gush of fluid leak out of her. She is thoroughly enjoying the kiss, but Russell ends it all too soon. “My turn!” He declares moving to stand beside the bed. He grabs her ankles. With a quick jerk, she finds herself at the edge of the bed. Her ass nearly hanging off. He spreads her wide. Then kneels between her thighs. He presses a tender kiss to each inner thigh before he moves to where she wants him the most.

From the first lick, Allison is a ball of burning need, panting and moaning from the intense pleasure Russell is giving her with his expert attention. His tongue flicks her clit, making the already hardening bud, harder. He drives his tongue into her entrance which feels good, but his cock driving deep would be so much better. Russell brings his tongue up to circle her clit again, then he sucks it into his mouth causing her to cry out. He pushes two fingers inside her as he sucks her clit.

Allison can sense her climax building. With every thrust of his fingers, and pull of suction on her clit, she inches closer and closer to the edge. “Oh God! Russell!” Allison screams as she crests the hill she’s been climbing. His name falling from her lips as she falls over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through her. Russell keeps up his attention on her, pulling more pleasure from her. When her orgasm begins to wane, he releases her clit and withdraws his fingers from her heat. He stands up, gazing down at her while he licks his fingers that have been buried deep inside her.

She is still breathing hard. Her limbs are too weak to move. Russell scoops her up to place her in the center of the bed. He climbs in, positioning himself over her. She manages to spread her legs inviting him to settle between them. Russell kisses her then and she can taste herself on his tongue. He pulls back to look at her. “You’re beautiful, Allison,” Russell tells her, such awe in his voice. “I’m going to fuck you, now, sugar. Do you want that?” Allison nods eagerly. Wetness leaking from her when she thinks of how good it is going to feel to have his cock inside her, again.

“Yes, Russell, please, fuck me?” His answer comes in the form of him lining up his cock at her entrance. He pushes inside her, pausing to give her time to adjust to his size. Allison lifts her hips, urging him to go deeper. Russell takes her left leg, lifting it to slide his right arm under it, hooking her leg over his shoulder. He pulls out of her slightly before driving himself deep, bottoming out when his balls hit her ass. Allison can feel the head of his cock bumping against her cervix; a mixture of pleasure and pain that is perfect.

Russell sets into a brutal pace, pounding into her over and over, causing the heat to build again. Higher and higher he pushes her with each thrust of his hips. His rigid cock sliding over her sensitive flesh, winding her tighter and tighter. She is getting so close, but can’t quite fall over the peak. She needs more. She lifts her hips, matching him thrust for thrust, chasing the intense pleasure only he can give her.

Russell reaches between them to rub her clit in just the right way, seeming to sense her need for a little something extra to push her over the edge. He thrusts deep while pressing against her clit firmly. “Ohh, yes! More!” Allison cries. She’s so close. He thrusts again and again.

At last, she ignites. Her orgasm rolling through her in intense waves of pleasure. Russell continues to pound into her, rocketing more pleasure through her. Their bodies making sloppy, wet sounds when they collide. Allison comes for a third time. All the while, Russell is fucking her like his life depends on it.

Just when she doesn’t think she can take anymore, Russell drives deep, causing another milder orgasm to hit her. He stiffens, throwing his head back as he cries, “Allison, fuck!” His hot cum emptying inside her. He pumps his hips a few more times, dragging in and out of her slowly. He drops down, covering her body with his, but keeping his weight on his forearms and off of her. His breath fans her neck, blowing her hair around. Allison can’t speak, she's too relaxed to move, but she wants to hold him to her. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, letting out a contented sigh. If she died right now, she’d die a happy, well satisfied woman.