Here’s another excerpt from my new collection of erotic short stories, Multi-Orgasmic. This is a snippet from Her Majesty’s Back Garden, which is about risky alfresco sex… in the gardens of Buckingham Palace. Happy Reading!
This time I was more prepared for the touch between my legs, and I welcomed it by shuffling my feet apart, giving him better access. Before long I was at fever pitch; so horny and so desperate for orgasm that the need made me grumpy.
“Gavin,” I ground out, without opening my eyes, “please will you make me come? You’re driving me fucking crazy here.”
He pulled my flesh out of his mouth with a pop, and chuckled quietly. “Getting to you, babe, is it? Well, I’ll have to do something about that, won’t I? Can’t have my wife going without, can I?”
“No,” I replied instantly, “you can’t.”
With that, Gavin straightened up and pressed a kiss to my lips. I opened my eyes and grinned as he undid the button and zip of my jeans and pushed his hand into the opening, slipped beneath my underwear—which was sodden—and finally touched my pussy. I let my hands drop from his head and gripped his biceps, tightening my hold as he began to finger me. Almost instantly, he arched his wrist—damn awkward in the limited space he had in my jeans—and sought my G-spot. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, literally biting back the “Ffffffuck!” I wanted to let out.
Teasing bastard that he is, he heightened my pleasure and equally my agony as he manoeuvred his thumb so it pressed against my clit. I moved my head forward, settling my mouth into the crook between his neck and shoulder and pulling the material of his t-shirt between my teeth. If I couldn’t shout and scream my pleasure, I’d sure as hell bite it out of his top.
It was then, just as Gavin really went to work on my clit and G-spot simultaneously, making me fling my arms around his back and grip so hard I’m surprised he could breathe, that I had my first climax in the grounds of Buckingham Palace. I bit harder into Gavin’s t-shirt as the blissful yet incredibly powerful tingles of pleasure spread throughout my body. My cunt twitched and gripped my husband’s thick fingers, and I felt more juices run out of me to join the others already coating his hand and my knickers. I sucked in breaths through my nostrils and slumped against him as I rode out my orgasm.
I’d barely had time to recover when he gently pushed me back to lean against the tree again, and reached down to undo his own jeans. He let them drop around his ankles, and his boxer shorts quickly joined them. His cock bobbed slightly, ready and raring to go, with a bead of pre-cum seeping out. Before I had chance to reach out and stroke his shaft, maybe bend to lick the salty liquid from its tip, he grabbed my hips and turned me around to face the tree.
“Drop your jeans and knickers and bend over, baby.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as I was in position, Gavin shuffled right up behind me, aimed his cock at my cunt and sunk it in. He was soon balls-deep inside me and holding onto my fleshy hips for leverage, as I braced myself against the tree.
This time, there was nothing available to stifle my moans, and I didn’t dare use one of my hands because if Gavin started fucking me hard, I’d probably end up head butting the trunk. And that would never do. I just gritted my teeth again and hoped that I’d be able to keep quiet.
After a couple of seconds where we both adjusted to the sensations below our waists, Gavin began to rock his hips, fucking me slowly at first, then faster. I knew he wouldn’t go too fast because then the force of our bodies slapping together would make too much noise. He continued at a brisk pace, and my eyes rolled back in my head as his shaft rubbed against my G-spot, sending shivers running down my spine.
Despite the fact our fuck wasn’t as fast and furious as normal, I knew that the risky situation had to be getting to Gavin, too, and that he wouldn’t last too much longer. The sight of my white arse wobbling with every movement was probably driving him crazy, too.
My suspicions were confirmed when he reached a hand around to play with my clit. He leaned himself across my back so his lips were close to my ear, and whispered, “I’m going to come any minute now, babe.”
I said nothing, just nodded my head frantically as he picked up his pace on the swollen bud at the apex of my vulva. He pressed and rubbed and pinched it, and I felt the resultant pressure building in my abdomen, behind a dam that would burst and send me spiralling into bliss once more.
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Mac turned his scorching eyes on her, holding her gaze as he plucked the last ribbon open and the material fell at her feet. He smiled slightly then murmured, “Beautiful.”
Mac stood up and held her at arm’s length continuing to hold her gaze as his fingers skimmed over her naked mound. His hand slipped between her legs, causing her to moan as he caressed her tender folds. Dixie began to shudder. She wanted his touch, but she wanted more; she needed more. As if sensing her needs, Mac got down on his knees once more, bending low and touching her intimately with his tongue. Dixie cried out at the shock of the warm kiss, which stirred a tempest in her belly. Throwing her head back and shuddering, she uttered a soft cry of ecstasy.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let go. God, you’re so sweet,” he growled as he opened her further, releasing the tender bud, teasing it with his tongue. Dixie pulled his hair.
“Please.” Dixie wasn’t sure she wanted him to stop, but he was making her crazy. She needed more.
Mac wasn’t finished yet. He wanted her completely wrapped in desire. He parted her thighs a bit more, wedging his shoulders between her and grasped the tiny ribbon holding her stockings and lace garter. He gave it a gentle tug, rubbing his fingers against her inner thigh and causing her to buck against him, silently pleading for more of his tender kisses. He smiled against her legs then turned her around, slowly planting light caresses along the hem of her stockings and her bottom as he unfastened the ribbons at the back of her thigh. All the while, his naughty tongue was rubbing against her most sensitive spots.
His fingers softly rolled the sheer material down her leg, stroking her thighs and calves, lifting her foot and tickling her toes as he slipped off her shoes. He tenderly repeated the procedure with her other leg, never breaking the rhythm with his tongue. When he was finished, he parted her folds, dipping one finger into her tight, wet sheath, stroking in and out of her tight channel in a slow, frustrating rhythm.
Mac gently placed a chaste kiss on the top of her mound as he tested her sweetness with his fingers. She was so wet and ready, but he couldn’t help bringing the sensitive bud onto his lips once more and sucking gently.
“Mac please,” Dixie begged. “I want…” She tried to rub against him. Mac smiled as he continued to torture her with his lips and tongue. “Yes, darling, tell me, tell me exactly what you want.”
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Genre: Erotic Romance
When times get tough, how bad does a good girl have to get?
Sienna Blakely is bright, articulate, underemployed and forced to rely on the one asset she vowed never to use – her looks.
With bills piling up, Sienna signs a contract with Luxxor Escort Services. A contract that strictly forbids any sexual contact with clients… And then she’s assigned to companion Jason Sloan. Just meeting the man causes a full-body jolt. Arrogant, powerful, and sexy, he’s trouble. And he can see through the facade she’s erected, right down to the intelligent and sensual woman underneath. He challenges her wits, and he challenges the rules.
Warning: These books contain graphic sexual description, BDSM, M/M and explicit language. Strictly for 18+
GREEK AFFAIR Prequel to Guardian Cop
Adrastos ‘Addie’ Papadakos is a Criminal. He arranges gun and drug deals with Russia and Niger. He is the product of a rape and to provide for her son, his mother is forced to become a whore. He grew up in a brothel where he learns about sex at the tender age of thirteen. He hates women.
Mario Anastopolous is a successful Banking Executive. He has just come out of a relationship where he hadn’t been satisfied.
When Addie ventures into a Gay Men’s Club in Athens, he meets Mario. Both had been on the lookout for a lover. Their attraction is instant.
Addie is domineering, in charge. Mario is meek, submissive.
When Mario accepts the invitation to go home with Addie, he doesn’t realize just how good his life is about to become. Following a night of spanking, sex, pain and pleasure, Addie makes Mario an offer that is too good to refuse. Mario gives up everything to be with this man who can provide him with the sexual variety he craves.
For the first time in his life, Addie has genuine feelings for someone else.
Addie ordered a whiskey and dry, the barman slid it in front of him. He swiveled his bar stool to scan the room of the busy gay men’s club. The club was reputed to be the best of its type and was situated in the center of Athens, a short walk from Addie’s luxury townhouse. It was the first time he had come here, preferring until now to date women. At 22 years old he had made the decision to ‘come out’. He hadn’t been able to find satisfaction with a woman since having a man two years ago. He had finally admitted to himself he was gay and now he was on the prowl for a lover.
Several men gyrated to the beat of Turn The Beat Around by Gloria Estefan which blared from oversized speakers throughout the large area. He watched as couples pushed their hips against each other, cocks brushing together. At the same time they exchanged long kisses, arms waved in the air. Addie found it erotic. His mouth watered.
“Scotch and Coke, Mike.” A deep voice rumbled beside him and Addie swung the stool towards the owner of the sensual voice. Mike slid the scotch and coke over and the man sipped at the liquid before extending his hand towards Addie. “Mario. I haven’t seen you here before.”
Addie perused the man standing in front of him. He was not tall, probably a good six inches shorter than his own six feet two inches. He had an unruly mop of black hair and a dark five o’clock shadow. His body was not that of an athlete but reasonably toned, maybe a fraction overweight. The thing that struck him the most were his eyes. Small but piercing, jet black like pure onyx. He was drawn to them as if they were magnets. “Addie,” he extended his hand and they shook. Firm grasp for a gay man. “My first time.”
Mario climbed onto the stool next to him. “Alone?”
“Yes, just out of a relationship. You just coming out?”
“Yes. Tried women. Didn’t work.”
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He considers Bethany Holt his property and she has been trapped in his world of illicit drugs and dominant sex for over six months. She rues the day she consented to move in to his palatial home.
Addie’s best friend, and long-time lover from Greece, arrives at the house and when Bethany overhears them plotting a murder, her life changes dramatically.
When she is found beaten, bloody and close to death in a back alley of Kings Cross, Detective Tanner McMahon and his partner, Kylie Wilson are called in on her case.
Will Tanner be able to protect her from the powerful drug lord?
Will she submit to Tanner’s dominant sex play?
“This was called in as a fatality, this girl is still breathing.” The Paramedic unwound a face mask and attached the cord to oxygen before placing it over Bethany’s face. He then pressed a stethoscope to her chest and listened. “Her breathing is shallow but her heartbeat is steady. I think it looks worse than it is.”
The two trained medics carried on with their procedure. While one opened a vein, inserted a drip tube and began saline flowing, the other rolled her carefully on to her back and began checking her injuries.
Bethany thought her head would explode when the man pressed on her broken cheekbone. She let out a scream and everyone jumped back.
When the shock had subsided, the ambo, called John took her hand. “Sweetheart, my name is John. I’m from the ambulance service. We are taking care of you before we take you to hospital. Can you tell me your name?”
“B..Beth,” she whispered.
“Beth?” John asked.
She swallowed hard, the tinny taste of blood flooded her throat, almost gagging her. “Bethany.”
“Bethany, can you open your eyes?” The others watched on, Tanner took notes, while John spoke with the victim.
Her eyes flickered open and locked on Tanner’s face. They were deep brown, like chocolate, and, despite the bruising and swelling, he could see they were huge, fawnlike. He could also see the terror that lay within. What is she afraid of? His cock twitched as he smiled down at her.
John and his partner finished checking the girl before John stood and drew Tanner aside.
“She has a broken cheekbone, broken ribs on both sides, we will know more when she is x-rayed, a broken wrist and numerous contusions all over her body. I would say she has seen several fists to the face and then been kicked repeatedly. She said no one can know she is alive or she will be killed. Not sure what she means but if that is all, we will get her down to St Vincents.”
Tanner pondered the strange statement. He would instruct the others to claim she was dead until they found out what was going on. Kings Cross was well known for seedy characters, this could be tied up with some cartel or mob and she certainly could be at risk. “Thanks John. Take her down. Kylie and I will get Harry’s statement and meet you there.”
Bethany cried out with pain as the two Paramedics lifted her onto the gurney and prepared her for transport to hospital.
“I know it hurts, sweetheart but we can’t give you any more painkillers until they assess you. You may need surgery so we have to be careful.” John rubbed his hand over hers in reassurance.
Mercifully, Bethany passed out and was unaware of her transfer to hospital.
Previously Loving Bethany
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Be enthralled with the fire and passion of the Sphinx Warrior, Hunter, and the uniquely talented and mysterious Lily who captures his heart and Joins with him in both mind and body. Their intense bond will awaken and magnify abilities hidden for centuries in the battle against the enemy of the Sphinx Warriors.
Summary: Prisoner in a mental facility, Lily hopes one day a hero will rescue her. When rescue does come, it is in the form of Hunter, a Sphinx Warrior. Once he touches Lily, both mind and body, Hunter and his inner Sphinx are lost to the influence of her grace and beauty. Lily’s incredible Powers will save Hunter and his intense love will save Lily from certain death. Together they will successfully retrieve the Sixth Page hidden for centuries to further the battle against the dark Wraith enemy.
Please enjoy the following sneak peak of the fifth novel now available in The Sphinx Warriors Series – Sphinx Awakened.
Excerpt: Stunned and dizzy, Hunter pulled himself off the ground pushing the heavy objects off which were holding him down and sat up. Pain lanced through his forehead and every other part of his body. Momentarily he wasn’t sure where in the hell he was, but he knew something was terribly wrong. His vision was foggy and when he wiped at the moisture running down his face he pulled his hand away to find it covered with blood.
His inner Sphinx snarled in fury but Hunter still didn’t know what the hell had just happened. Shouting finally penetrated his foggy brain and he swore it was Ethan and Jacob, but he didn’t understand why they were yelling at him. The sound of Lily’s voice screaming his name finally brought everything into crystal clarity.
In instant fury he forced the remaining rocks and debris off of his body and lurched to his feet. In panic he searched for Lily and found her sitting on the ground farther inside of the tunnel. She struggled to escape the sandstone and sand debris covering her legs and holding her down. The pain on her face tore at him, and in an effort to reach her, he started to climb over the larger stones separating them.
“Hunter stop, you’ll destabilize everything. Let me scan the tunnel and see if I can get you a safe direction to transverse to her.” Ethan yelled and then coughed hoarsely evidently from the thick dust in the air.
“Wait! How can I fucking wait, Ethan! Lily’s hurt, she’s trapped. She needs me. Damn it.” Hunter struggled a few more seconds to get through the rubble and caused more debris to fall around his shoulders. Ethan and Jacob called out warnings again but he refused to listen to them. He had to get to her. Had to get to his Power Mate or die trying. He couldn’t lose her. Refused to lose her.
Closer he inched but his movements caused more debris to fall from above and rain on her head. “Hunter stop! Please,” Lily cried. Her head was bleeding and if not for her micro-chainmail vest and arm gauntlets he was sure her arms and torso would have been torn up as well. Ancients only knew what condition her legs were in, but it was obvious in her expression and the tears running down her face that even with her Sphinx healing, the pressure from the rocks was tormenting her.
Not wanting to harm her further, Hunter stopped his progression, although it cost him dearly as he fought his instinct to rush to her. The muscles in his body were exhausted and now started twitching. A bad sign and he didn’t have much strength to spare at the moment since his body was healing from the pummeling he had just received. Fighting off one of his episodes was pretty slim if it started in.
Squatting so near her and yet so far, Hunter quietly tried to calm Lily and give her hope. “Hold on, Lily. We’ll figure a way to get to you. Just hold on, beauty.”
The sadness in her expression cut him deep and he swore when he got her out of this he would never, ever allow her to be put into this kind of danger again. She might hate him for it but he didn’t care at the moment. Reaching through their inner connection he tried to push what energy he had in her direction and all of the love he felt for her. Even though Lily would know how he felt connected as they were, he still had to say it out loud. Thickly he murmured, “You know I love you, Lily. I love you more than anything, even life itself.”
With tears in her big beautiful hazel eyes, Lily looked at him and in a breaking voice she whispered, “I know Hunter. I love you more than anything. More than even my own life. You have to live and carry on to save your people.”
The ground below them shuddered and Hunter heard her cry out again. She reached for her chest and Hunter was afraid of what type of internal injuries she had. Sphinx could survive but if their Life Power got too low the healing slowed until it stopped along with the heart. She had been through a lot and both of them were low on energy.
Turning towards the opening of the tunnel Hunter growled out, “Ethan what the fuck are you doing? Give me an alternative here.”
Ethan growled back, “Fuck Hunter. I’m trying!” A pause but then in a quieter broken voice he returned, “Nothing. There’s nothing stable in there. You have to get out…”
“No!” Hunter snarled. “I won’t leave her. Get the fuck out of here when Eleina gets back, both of you.”
“Hunter…”Jacob began but Hunter cut him off.
“I’m staying with her. Leave me the fuck here.” Hunter was crazed unable to think any longer. His goal was only to reach her and nothing else. There was nothing left for him if she was lost.
Before he moved very far her quiet voice pulled him back. “Hunter, stop. Please. You have to go. The tunnel is too unstable. You can’t get me out.” He shook his head back and forth trying to deny the words but she continued on with sad acceptance in her voice. “Hunter you need to go and take the Page to them.”
He couldn’t help it, he snarled at her in denial but she ignored his outburst. With shaking hands, she undid her vest and pulled out the silver Sixth Page. With a short burst of her telekinetic Power she shot the Page across the distance to him and he had no choice but to catch it.
Hunter had the impulse to crush the damn Page in his fist but only held on to it. “I’m not leaving Lily.” Nothing she could say would make him leave her.
Tears freely rolled down her cheeks now just as another intense wave of instability rolled through the tunnel. She cried out in fear, her eyes beseeching him but he still refused to leave her. Slowly she raised her hands and sobbed,. “Yes, you will. I love you Hunter.”
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The Arasani and Chanta wolf packs fought a bloody war over a claim to a sacred mountain. To end the war, a treaty was signed—the Pleasure Pact. Unfriendly neighbors, the packs have honored the treaty for two hundred years. Then fate takes an untraditional turn. The Chanta have a female pack leader and to fulfill the terms of the pact the Arasani must provide a were for two nights of pleasure.
Fawn Rivers wants Nash Blackthunder, but falling for an Arasani will destroy her dreams of keeping her job. Being the Arasani’s sacrificial were isn’t a duty Nash Blackthunder expected to perform, but serving the Chanta pack leader is a true pleasure.
Two nights will never be enough, but Fawn and Nash will have to resist the natural forces drawing them together as true mates, while confronting old hatreds and traditions pulling them apart.
A female pack leader? The ramifications of the Chanta decision slammed into Nash. He realized why his pack elders were holding a midnight meeting. Damon Rivers’ very recent and unexpected death must have sent shock waves through the Chanta clan.
“Have the Chanta have cancelled the winter trek? We’ve lived in peace for over two hundred years, isn’t it time to renegotiate the treaty?”
“A unanimous vote is required by all the Chanta elders,” Elder Stone said. “With the current group, that isn’t likely to happen.”
“There must be a solution?”
“There is. The Chanta have demanded an Arasani were to fulfill the winter moon exchange. We’ve agreed to their demand.”
Stone’s words shook Nash to the core. The duty of delivering the sacrifice fell to the chief of pack security. The job was his to perform and he’d dreaded the thought of having to escort his sister to Damon Rivers’ bed.
Nash’s hobby was clan lore and he’d read every journal or history available. For generations, the Arasani elders had sacrificed an unmated female descendant. The Arasani males saw the sacrifice as a necessary evil, but it was the chosen she-wolf who suffered.
The Chanta marked her with a pack tattoo on her belly. Talon had begun this tradition to prevent an Arasani were from taking Moonflower as a mate. Two hundred years later, Talon’s selfish act had the same results. No Arasani were wanted a sacrificed she-wolf as his mate.
Nash quickly sorted through the possibilities of eligible males. Including himself, there were five unmated descendants of Arasani elders. The four were healthy werewolves and younger in age than Nash. The chosen were would be tattooed, marked for life by the Chanta.
His insides twisted. Nash wouldn’t shirk his duty, but escorting one of his pack brothers to the Moon God cabin to sleep with Fawn would be one of the most difficult tasks he’d ever performed.
Nash scanned the elders’ faces. Little wonder they looked so solemn. “Who is the chosen sacrificial were?”
Nash’s father poured a generous shot and downed it. “The decision was unanimous,” Elder Stone said. “We’ve chosen you.”
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Wild and Tender Care by Haley Whitehall
Is an erotic interracial historical romance for 18+ and over
There are many books, TV shows, and movies featuring the prominent lawmen, gunfighters, and outlaws of the old west. Perhaps the only well-known doctor is Doc Holliday and he was really a dentist. I really liked Doc Adams onGunsmoke, but other than that doctors have been extremely overlooked. This is sad considering how important they were.
During the days when western towns were rowdy and rough doctors patched up gunshot and knife victims, they delivered babies, saw towns through epidemics and even declared men dead after court-ordered hangings.
There were few doctors out west. Many graduated and wanted to stay in the bigger cities. The mayor of Big Rock in Colorado Territory places an ad in the newspaper asking for a doctor to build a practice in their growing town. Dr. William Steere answers that advertisement, but will he get patients?
They are in need of his services … if only they can get over their racial predicude that he is a half-breed.
He sucked in his lips. She hadn’t said she didn’t have feelings for him. That was a good sign. By the way she looked at him he could tell she was interested. He just had to persuade her somehow that they could be together in Big Rock.
“I see, Miss Page. Well, I will be by tomorrow to check on you.”
“Check on me? Now listen here, Dr. Steere, I didn’t get shot. I didn’t even break a bone. There is no reason for you to check on my sprained ankle.”
Fire burned in her eyes. He didn’t respond, merely headed for the door.
She liked him, wanted him. Usually it was the boy who showed he loved the girl by antagonizing her. Miss Page was flustered because she loved him. He’d bet all his money on it. Of course, he longed for her to say those words. Hopefully in time she could.
Stuck in the chair with her foot emerged in the bucket of water Miss Page couldn’t run after and chastise him. However, her glare scorched his back. “Did you hear me, Dr. Steere?”
He turned around and grinned. “Yes, I heard you, Miss Page. I’m just doing my job. All my life I’ve had to work extra hard for the things I’ve wanted.” And I want you.
His piercing lust elicited a tiny shiver from Miss Page. His gaze having the effect he wanted gave him silent encouragement. Oh yes, she wanted him. “It was hard getting into medical school as a half-breed. I wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
Ida Page has seen the worst the west has to offer. Snubbed by the citizens of Big Rock, Colorado, ever since the town cleaned up its act and became civilized, she has tried to change with the times. No other line of work available, she became a laundress after the mayor shut down the whorehouse, but the good people will not allow her to forget her past as a shady lady. She has given up on ever being accepted, let alone falling in love, until a handsome half-breed stranger arrives in town.
After the War Between the States, William Steere has been looking for a town to build a medical practice. He answered a newspaper ad placed by the mayor of Big Rock and hopes their desperate need for a doctor will overrule their race prejudice against his half-breed status. At the Independence Day picnic, he is introduced to all the town citizens except for one woman sitting off by herself. This redhead draws him to her with merely a gaze.
Can the two outcasts find love and acceptance in each other’s arms or will the town’s cruelty and a smallpox epidemic tear them apart?
Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical fiction and historical romance set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy. Visit Haley’s website athttp://haleywhitehall.com.
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Brenda, a classical musician, is looking for a roommate to help alleviate the costs of living in expensive Southern California. She is also attempting to fend off the attention of her amorous, bullying conductor, deal with her meddling family, and understand her feelings for Greg, the building’s sexy young owner.
Rosy, a nurse, recently arrived from Australia, hates the Vietnam War, in particular what it has done to her patients. She agrees to room with Brenda to save money.
Can a war protestor and war supporter live peaceably under one roof? And why is Rosy unable to shake her attraction to her gorgeous, unconscious patient, Jack?
Jack’s eyes drooped. Rosy watched as he seemed to be spirited away back to the War.
“I will never forget one little girl, Binh Lue. She lived with her grandparents in a village in the Que Son Mountains. She was about four or five. She was so sad, wouldn’t come to us the way the other kids did. It took me a week of gentle persuasion before she would come and sit on my lap by the fire and listen to the men playing handmade wooden instruments.”
Jack gazed deep into Rosy’s eyes. “You would have loved her. She was tiny with a little button nose and the bluest eyes.”
“Blue? Is that common?”
“Her father was an American soldier and she had been left in the village to try to protect her from Viet Cong. Trouble was, the bastards were everywhere.” Tears welled in his eyes.
“Clark, Steven and I were on patrol in thick jungle around the village perimeter, about half mile out, when we heard a bomb explode. Viet Cong were bombing the village. By the time we got back there every hut was on fire. It was beyond our control, no-one was left alive. It was a fuckin’ slaughter. We headed back into the jungle with plans to radio our unit the following day. Binh had somehow survived and followed us. We didn’t know until we heard a click. She had stepped on a mine.”
“Oh God.” Rosy’s hand flew to her mouth.
“We raced back towards the sound. Clark and Steven got there first and when Binh saw her friends, she started towards them. We screamed at her to stand still but she couldn’t understand us. The mine exploded and we were all blown into the air with the force. There were only fragments of Binh’s body left and I buried the pieces I could find. I started to drag Clark and Steven back to the village but I could only go a few feet each day before I passed out. I hoped if I got us to the village, some of our unit would eventually come to check why they hadn’t heard from us. I don’t know how long it was before some soldiers found us and we got help.”
Jack began sobbing. Rosy sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him into her arms. She ran her hands up and down his back and silently grieved with him. She couldn’t begin to understand the horrors he had borne witness to. No wonder the man was troubled by nightmares.
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