Page 97 of Keeping Amanda
“Bits and pieces. I remember I was drunk, and you were excited about having drunk sex.”
“Fuck,” Nash said, shifting in his seat and reaching down to adjust his cock in his pants.
“So…no alcohol for me for a while, doctor’s orders, but I want the rest. I want to experience Nash in all his controlling, dominating glory, where all I have to do is relax and enjoy. But maybe we can have slow, gentle sex and work up to the other stuff.”
“Now I’mreallygoing to go and find a nurse,” Nash muttered as he stood.
Amanda could see his erection in his pants, and she giggled. “Maybe you shouldn’t go walking the halls withthatgoing on,” she said, gesturing toward his crotch with a nod of her head.
Nash leaned over her and kissed her hard. “Love you, woman. Thank you for being strong. For holding on. For coming back to me.”
“Love you too.”
Not a day would go by from here on out that Amanda didn’t tell this man how much he meant to her. They’d almost lost each other, and she didn’t want to have any regrets when it came to him.
She lay back on the pillows and smiled as he strode out of the room. She was more than ready to tackle the rest of her life, as long as Nash was by her side. It wouldn’t be easy, life never was, but as partners, they could make it through anything.
It had been two months since Mandy returned home from the rehab center. Two months since she’d sobbed on his shoulder upon realizing there was a surprise “welcome home” party waiting for her when she got to his apartment.
And Buck didn’t take one day of those two months for granted. He and the rest of the Night Stalkers were headed out on a mission the day after next, and he dreaded it like he never had before.
Buck understood it was because he was still feeling overly protective of Mandy. Though he didn’t really have a reason to feel that way. She was now working at her sub job every day, and loving it. Rain was content to stay in the apartment during the day and soak up all the attention he could get when Mandy got home. They’d decided not to make him an emotional support dog in any kind of official way. After his difficult start in life, he deserved to be lazy, and to sleep his days away while Mandy worked.
There was no danger lurking around the corner. No worry about the rebels down in South America wanting revenge, since the only reason they’d targeted Mandy in the first place was because they’d been paid to do so.
The colonel had been able to put off any deployment until Mandy had fully recovered. The break had also given Laryn time to finish retrofitting the chopper for Casper. But there was no reason for them to delay any longer. There was a job to do, and the Night Stalkers were needed.
They were knee deep in preparations for deployment, so by the time he got home from work, it was after eight o’clock. He’d communicated with Mandy throughout the day, letting her know he’d be late and not to worry about making him something to eat, since Obi-Wan had ordered takeout for the team.
He was more than ready to turn off work for the moment when he walked in the door.
“Mandy?” he called out, the second he stepped inside.
“In here!” she returned, her voice coming from their bedroom.
Rain was sitting in the foyer waiting for him, as he always was—it was amazing how the dog had the innate ability to know when he or Mandy would be arriving—and after receiving his pat on the head, he trotted over to his bed in the living area and did a few circles before lying down.
Buck walked into the bedroom—and stopped in his tracks.
Mandy was on the bed wearing a tight white tank top and a pair of bikini panties, just like the first night they’d ever spent together. She had a huge grin on her face, her hair was mussed—still a little short, from where it had been shaved off for surgery, and where the rest had been cut to more closely match the shorn side, but growing in fast—and her cheeks were flushed.
She was holding a glass that was half full of a light yellow liquid. It sloshed around precariously as she threw her arms out and said, “Welcome home, honey!”
It was more than obvious she’d been drinking for a while, and was now drunk.
“What’re you doing?” he asked, striding forward and taking the glass out of her hand before she spilled it. He sniffed and realized it was a lemon drop, a potent blend of vodka, lemon juice, triple sec, and simple syrup.
She climbed to her knees and shuffled toward the edge of the mattress. When she was close enough, she put her hands on Buck’s shoulders and said, “It’s time. Drunk sex, baby!”
And just like that, Buck was hard as a fucking rock. His woman was sexy as all get out, and obviously more than ready for the night of fun they’d missed out on all those months ago.
Now that her hands were free, Mandy reached for the hem ofher tank and pulled it over her head. She was still grinning like a loon, now kneeling on the mattress in nothing but her panties.
Buck’s gaze took her in greedily. His little rebel was everything he hadn’t known he’d wanted or needed in his life, and he literally couldn’t imagine her not being in it anymore. It felt as if he’d known her forever. The things they’d been through had been harrowing and horrible, but she’d proven time and time again how fucking strong she was.
“Well?” she taunted. “What you standin’ there for?”
Her words were all he needed to shake himself out of his stupor. Buck quickly undressed, leaving his work clothes and boots in a heap on the floor, not giving them a second thought as he reached for the woman he loved.
