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Whip's Breath(8)
Author: E.C. Land

Whip has me scared of the way he’s making me feel. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before, and it has me ready to bolt.

“Good, let’s finish up in here, and I’ll treat you to food. We need sustenance so I can spend the rest of the day fuckin’ you the way I want.”

Um.

Wow.

“Okay.” My brain just isn’t working the way it should.

Grinning, Whip moves, keeping me close to him. He does everything himself, washing me, rewashing my hair with shampoo and conditioner. It feels wonderful, his hands needling through the wet strands, massaging my head. I’m barely able to keep the moan from escaping.

Far too soon, the water is going cold, and he shuts it off. Getting out, Whip dries us both off, and my heart skips a beat.

Oh boy.

I’m in trouble.

More trouble than I realized.

Together we move into my bedroom. I go to my dresser and pull out what I’m hoping is one of my sexier pairs of underwear. My mom always told me when I got to fifteen that one way to always make yourself feel self-confident is to always have sexy undergarments. This is why I have far more Victoria’s Secret panties. From cheekies to thongs or boyshorts, I have them all.

Then there’s also the pieces I have from Fredrick’s of Hollywood. One of those pieces, I wore the night Whip and I were both drugged. I remember putting it on before heading out with Salina and Gigi. But I haven’t seen it since. I figure I lost it at the hotel and will never see it again.

Inwardly I shake my head and another thought pops into my head.

I have to tell my parents I’m married.

Dear lord.

This could go one of two ways.

Dad wanting to murder the man I’m married to or him embracing him. Mom, I’m sure would be putty in Whip’s hands.

Hart and I grew up with our mom and dad being somewhat unique. I guess that’s why I am the way I am about relationships. I want what they have. Dad was in the Army until he retired a few years ago. He promised Mom for years that he’d take her around the world when he finished up his career in the military, and now they’re doing just that. It’s why Hart and his friends were the only ones to help me move.

They call at least once a week, and the last time I talked to them, they were in Australia. They’re supposed to be back home for a few weeks next weekend when Hart comes home from his deployment. It’s crazy how fast time flies. Hart was home for a brief time for his leave, and now he’s coming home for good. He told me he was done and already has a job lined up for when he gets out working for SoCo Security.

Next weekend we’re all supposed to go down to the beach for a few days and spend some time as a family. I guess I will have to break it to them then.

“You okay, Pumpkin?” Whip asks, and I realize I still hadn’t finished getting dressed. “I mean, as much as I love you in that ensemble, I do not want others to see you in what should be for my eyes alone.”

I can literally feel my cheeks turning a bright red as I look down at what I’d picked out. The lacy see-through cheekies I knew would look great from behind, but it’s the bra that makes the set—the bra cups my breasts wonderfully, pushing them into place, giving me ample amounts of cleavage.

Like I said, my mom made sure I knew to always have sexy underwear.

Nervous, I pull out a pair of shorts and slide them on over my panties before snagging one of my Army tee’s that I stole from my brother. I don’t understand what I’m feeling right now. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this.

“Nice shirt, happy to see that you support. I was Army as well.” He chuckles.

“It’s my brother’s shirt. I stole it from him,” I blurt out stupidly.

“That reminds me, K-9 said something about him and me knowing your brother. What’s his name?” Whip asks.

“Hart Wilde,” I whisper cautiously. Whip’s eyes widen, and he takes a step back.

“Your Wilde’s sister?” he hisses the question and seems to struggle with himself.

What in the world?

“Well, yeah, he’s my big brother.” I nod.

“Fuck.”

“Why do you seem to be getting upset by this?” I ask, wrapping my arms around my midsection, unsure of what I should be doing right now.

“Know your brother. Respect him. Fuckin’ hell, this is . . . fuck,” Whip grumbles shaking his head. “I gotta get out of here. I’ll call you later.”

I open my mouth to say something, but Whip’s gone. He leaves the room like his feet were on fire.

What the hell was that?

Better yet, what does my brother have to do with anything?

Either way, Whip left and the way he did rips my heart straight from my chest.

 

 

Chapter Eight

 

 

Whip


Hitting the throttle, I fly down the highway.

I feel like shit for leaving Harper the way I did. Especially after what we did in the shower, but fuck, she’s Hart’s little sister. A man I respect. A man who I fought next to before getting out. He’s also a man who loves his sister fiercely and is protective of her.

The last time I saw him, he was deployed with us in Iraq. It was my last deployment. When everything went to shit, and the reason Venom and I decided to get out along with K-9 and Red.

Fuck.

My eyes are glued to the road. It’s no longer the paved road I see but rather the sand pit of hell ahead of me,

The convoy is heading back to base. We’d left the village hours ago. Sitting in the back seat, I’m joking with K-9 about what we’re doing when we get home from deployment when it happens. The explosion comes out of nowhere.

The Humvee comes to a stop and we’re rushing out, guns in hand, surveying the area while rushing to help those we can get out.

We lost men that day, but most of the men came from Wilde’s unit. I can still hear the screams of the men who were burned alive—the others who suffered from shrapnel bedding itself into their bodies. My unit had been lucky that day, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have the memories of that horrific day or the sounds of those men and women consuming my nightmares at night.

I remember after that day seeing Wilde, who was also injured, working alongside us to get as many of his brothers from the wreckage before it was too late. His leg had been bleeding severely but that didn’t stop him.

After the recovery team shows, we get the survivors and the deceased back to base, I ask him what keeps him going the way he did. He looks me dead in the eye from where he sits on the gurney, letting the medic clean up his leg. He refuses to let them send him off when he’s less injured than the others. “Besides my brothers I fight alongside, I keep going for my sister. If I were to die, no one would look out for her the way I do. Our parents love us, but they’re off living their lives now and that’s cool. But that leaves my sister vulnerable to anything happening to her. If we go through hell over here in this fuckin’ sandpit of hell, what do you think could happen back home if no one’s there to watch out for her?”

“Who watches over her now?” I ask curiously.

“Got a couple buddies back home that look out for her. She’s finishing up college to become a teacher. My buddies email me once a week just to tell me what she’s been up to,” Hart sighs.

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