Serving the Soldier - Part 4 (An Alpha Military Romance) Read Free Page A

him on top of me, sucking on my nipples, his tongue sliding slowly down my bare stomach towards my pussy. Gently, he pushed my legs apart and then lowered his face between my legs. My fingers kept busy as I imagined his tongue swirling around my clitoris, and then plunging into my depths before emerging again to suck and lick at that most sensitive part of me.
    My pulse accelerated, along with my breath, and once again I climaxed at thoughts of Jax and the lovely things his tongue could do. Then, once the waves had passed, I lay staring up at the ceiling, shaking my head slowly back and forth on the pillow. What the hell was happening to me?

Chapter 2
    I must've fallen asleep. Something startled me awake, a noise. Then I realized it was the sound of the front door closing. An evening glare cast a dull glow into my room and I quickly sat up, smoothing my hair. I heard Jax’s familiar, slow tread ascending the stairs and listened for Stephanie's clomping heels. I didn't hear anything; no talking, no laughing, no nothing. I quickly scrambled off the bed and opened my bedroom door.
    I nearly bumped into Jax as he headed for his bedroom and only missed crashing into his side by pivoting on my foot. "Oops, so sorry about that, Jax," I said. I glanced behind him toward the stairs. "Where Stephanie?"
    "She's gone."
    I wasn't quite sure what he meant by ‘gone’. Gone for the evening? Gone into town? Gone back to Seattle? I wanted to ask so many questions, but once again told myself that his life was none of my business. It shouldn't matter to me whatsoever what he did with anyone else, let alone his ex-wife.
    "Would you object to my changing that bandage tonight before you go to sleep?" I asked, half expecting him to refuse.
    He shook his head. "No, I don’t mind. You want to do it now or later?"
    His acquiescent attitude surprised me. I took advantage. "Now is fine. You go lie down on your bed and I'll get the supplies from my bathroom."
    He said nothing, but moved off toward his bedroom. I frowned. Was he actually upset or even depressed that Stephanie had left? It seemed as if they had spent much of their time together arguing, or at the very least, disagreeing. I certainly didn't like the way she had treated me, but then again, it wasn't about me, was it? It was all about Jax.
    He disappeared into his bedroom and I reentered mine, quickly moving to the bathroom. I stooped down and opened the bathroom cabinet under the sink and retrieved the supplies I would need. Could he seriously be depressed that she was gone? Then again, maybe they had experienced a decent relationship in the beginning. Who wouldn't? Why would anyone get married if they didn’t get along at the time? I had never gotten engaged—no one had ever bothered to ask me, but I knew what it was like to invest my emotions into a relationship. At first it was easy; sharing thoughts, memories, everything fun, exciting, and vibrant.
    Unfortunately, at least in my case, the more I got to know some of the guys I had dated, the worse their behavior had become. It was as if the more they got to know you, the less they tried to please you. I know that for a lot of guys, it was the chase that stimulated them. Once the spider was caught, they tended to lose interest, or at least quit trying to make you feel special, desired, or even wanted. I shook my head. There was no point in impressing my past relationship experiences onto his. That wasn't fair.
    Just because a lot of my relationships hadn’t ended nicely didn't mean that Jax had not been happy with Stephanie—at first. Maybe it wasn't she who had instigated the divorce in the first place. I really hadn’t looked. I had assumed that she was just a difficult person, but what if it was Jax who'd done something to cause her to file for divorce? The image of the paper I had seen down stairs— consorting with the enemy —once again surged into my thoughts. Had Stephanie been aware of it?
    What would it have entailed