Serving the Soldier - Part 1 (An Alpha Military Romance) by Helen Grey Page A
Authors: Helen Grey
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your pantry.”
“No problem. You can take the SUV in the garage. The keys are in a dish on the kitchen counter.”
“You need anything?”
He grinned.
“Don’t be a smart alec,” I frowned. “I mean do you need anything from the store?”
“Nope,” he said, making his way to the door. “I’m going to take it easy tomorrow. I think I might’ve tweaked my back a little bit this afternoon.”
I stared at his back as he left the room, laughing. Of course, his comment put the image of him and Hilda back in my head, probably just as he’d intended. I couldn’t help but smile. There was something about Jax Andrews that appealed to me. I had a feeling he was going to be a major pain in the ass, but at the same time, he seemed okay. Then again, I had only spent part of the day with him. There was a good chance that after a few days, I would be changing my mind about him completely.
I needed to talk to Nancy, get her opinion. Not only was she my supervisor, but I considered her a friend. In her mid-fifties, Nancy was a no-nonsense and experienced nurse who had opened her own health care agency a few years ago. She had always wanted to go into business for herself, but I had always wondered about her choice. You didn’t make a lot of money running a home health care agency. While she got a decent enough cut from private pay families, Medicare, and other third-party payers, she still had plenty of overhead, not to mention the cost of insurance coverage.
Nevertheless, she seemed to enjoy it, and had slowly built her business over the past few years. She’d gone from two home health care aides to now employing twelve certified nurse’s aides, two nurses, an occupational therapy specialist, and she even had a doctor on a small retainer for emergency situations or questions.
Nancy would be able to provide me with some good advice. I supposed it would be okay to talk to her about the situation, but I should’ve asked Jax first. I thought about leaving my room to go find him and then decided against it. I had seen enough of him for one day, literally. I could ask him in the morning before I called Nancy.
I sighed and sat back down on the bed. I didn’t hear any sounds in the house and wondered if Jax had gone to bed himself. I didn’t feel like dealing with the dishes tonight and decided I would leave them until morning. I got ready for bed, changing into shorts and a tank top to sleep in, then went into the bathroom, took care of business, and brushed my teeth.
I climbed into bed, relaxing into one of the most comfortable mattresses I had ever slept on. The sheets felt like butter against my skin. Before long, I slipped into a half conscious state, between half wakefulness and sleep, and automatically my thoughts drifted once again to Jax.
I saw him standing naked in front of the pool, recalled his tight buttocks, and then, perhaps not surprisingly, my memory once again returned to the sight of him and Hilda on the bed, having sex, each of them pleasing the other with no sense of hesitancy, embarrassment, or shame.
I wondered what it would feel like to have such free sex with someone and then tried to imagine myself in Hilda’s position. I couldn’t. Well, I could, but I had never engaged in such sex before, so couldn’t so much rely on physical response as fantasy.
Nevertheless, fantasizing about having such sex with Jax got me all hot and bothered again. Before I knew it, my nipples were tingling and I felt that now familiar heat burgeoning low in my belly. For the second time that day, I resorted to pleasuring myself, holding in my mind’s eye the image of Jax’s tongue on Hilda’s pussy, his cock in her mouth, her own tongue swirling, sucking, and stroking the length of his shaft while my hand had to suffice to release my sexual tension.
As the waves of pleasure washed over me, I realized it was only a second-best, and that the sensations I felt would probably, no likely, be much more powerful in
“No problem. You can take the SUV in the garage. The keys are in a dish on the kitchen counter.”
“You need anything?”
He grinned.
“Don’t be a smart alec,” I frowned. “I mean do you need anything from the store?”
“Nope,” he said, making his way to the door. “I’m going to take it easy tomorrow. I think I might’ve tweaked my back a little bit this afternoon.”
I stared at his back as he left the room, laughing. Of course, his comment put the image of him and Hilda back in my head, probably just as he’d intended. I couldn’t help but smile. There was something about Jax Andrews that appealed to me. I had a feeling he was going to be a major pain in the ass, but at the same time, he seemed okay. Then again, I had only spent part of the day with him. There was a good chance that after a few days, I would be changing my mind about him completely.
I needed to talk to Nancy, get her opinion. Not only was she my supervisor, but I considered her a friend. In her mid-fifties, Nancy was a no-nonsense and experienced nurse who had opened her own health care agency a few years ago. She had always wanted to go into business for herself, but I had always wondered about her choice. You didn’t make a lot of money running a home health care agency. While she got a decent enough cut from private pay families, Medicare, and other third-party payers, she still had plenty of overhead, not to mention the cost of insurance coverage.
Nevertheless, she seemed to enjoy it, and had slowly built her business over the past few years. She’d gone from two home health care aides to now employing twelve certified nurse’s aides, two nurses, an occupational therapy specialist, and she even had a doctor on a small retainer for emergency situations or questions.
Nancy would be able to provide me with some good advice. I supposed it would be okay to talk to her about the situation, but I should’ve asked Jax first. I thought about leaving my room to go find him and then decided against it. I had seen enough of him for one day, literally. I could ask him in the morning before I called Nancy.
I sighed and sat back down on the bed. I didn’t hear any sounds in the house and wondered if Jax had gone to bed himself. I didn’t feel like dealing with the dishes tonight and decided I would leave them until morning. I got ready for bed, changing into shorts and a tank top to sleep in, then went into the bathroom, took care of business, and brushed my teeth.
I climbed into bed, relaxing into one of the most comfortable mattresses I had ever slept on. The sheets felt like butter against my skin. Before long, I slipped into a half conscious state, between half wakefulness and sleep, and automatically my thoughts drifted once again to Jax.
I saw him standing naked in front of the pool, recalled his tight buttocks, and then, perhaps not surprisingly, my memory once again returned to the sight of him and Hilda on the bed, having sex, each of them pleasing the other with no sense of hesitancy, embarrassment, or shame.
I wondered what it would feel like to have such free sex with someone and then tried to imagine myself in Hilda’s position. I couldn’t. Well, I could, but I had never engaged in such sex before, so couldn’t so much rely on physical response as fantasy.
Nevertheless, fantasizing about having such sex with Jax got me all hot and bothered again. Before I knew it, my nipples were tingling and I felt that now familiar heat burgeoning low in my belly. For the second time that day, I resorted to pleasuring myself, holding in my mind’s eye the image of Jax’s tongue on Hilda’s pussy, his cock in her mouth, her own tongue swirling, sucking, and stroking the length of his shaft while my hand had to suffice to release my sexual tension.
As the waves of pleasure washed over me, I realized it was only a second-best, and that the sensations I felt would probably, no likely, be much more powerful in
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