To Love a Soldier by Sophie Monroe Page B

hands and began rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Picking up my pace, I rode him as hard and fast as I could. He joined me by thrusting upward as I came down on him.
    “I don’t think I can last much longer,” he panted.
    “Then don’t,” I said, as I felt my muscles tightening. “I want to come with you.”
    He let my breasts go and grabbed my hips, fiercely pulling me down onto his hard cock. He pounded away at my heat, and we both erupted simultaneously. I stayed on top of him, catching my breath and enjoying the feeling of him inside me. We had a long kiss before I climbed off of him. I started collecting clothes, making a show out of it, bending over and showing off my ass.
    “I love you,” he said, grinning. “Your ass totally makes up for your inability to cook.”
    Shaking my head, “love you, too.”
    We headed upstairs and I stopped in the bathroom to clean up, brush my teeth, and take my makeup off. Sneaking back downstairs when I was done, I sent Mandy a quick text about what Brady had said about Mike. I wasn’t sure what to make of it and wanted her insight. Since she didn’t reply, I’m assumed she was doing something that I didn’t want to know about with my brother. Shutting my phone off, I headed back upstairs and climbed into bed next to Brady, who was already there holding his arms out for me. I could barely keep my eyes open and, after a quick goodnight, I was out.

Chapter Fourteen
    Counting the Hours
    Mandy
    Four weeks later…

    The sound of my coffee pot chiming woke me up. I was still exhausted after spending most of the night awake with John, again. We were up talking, in between having sex. On top of that, I hadn’t been getting much sleep the last few weeks, not wanting to waste any time with him. My emotions were starting to take a toll on me. I was so happy about getting to know John, and I couldn’t help falling in love. However, he had just come into my life, and now he was going to be leaving already.
    Stretching my arms above my head, I slowly climbed out of bed, tossed on a tank top and a pair of boy shorts, and headed toward the smell of coffee. John was standing in the kitchen making breakfast, wearing nothing but his boxers on. I could get used to this!
    “Damn, you are eye candy,” he said as I entered the kitchen. “I think I’ll nickname you EC for short.”
    “Good morning, ass,” I chuckled. “Mandy will do just fine.”
    “Roger that.” He laughed as he turned back to the eggs cooking on the stovetop. “Scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, and some toast for you this morning.”
    “You want some help?” I asked, taking two plates out of the cupboard.
    “Absolutely not.” He pulled a chair out for me. “You just relax and let me do all the work.”
    I had a coffee crumb cake on the counter and noticed it was out of halfway out of its box. “Were you in the crumb cake?” I asked.
    “Oh, yeah. I was starving when I woke up… I may have had a slice… or two,” he said with a boyish grin.
    “You need to put it back or it’s going to get stale,” I sighed, annoyed, shoving the rest of the cake back in the box and wiping crumbs off the counter. Slob .
    “Wow,” John said as he poked my rib. “Did you fall off your broomstick on your flight downstairs?”
    “It’s not funny. The cake has its own little house,” I gestured toward the box.
    John gave me a weird look. “Okay, logically that makes no sense because the box, or house as you call it, isn’t sealed, so it’s not going to keep it from going stale.”
    I knew I was going overboard and being a bitch, but it was one of my pet peeves. He was right, though. I was angry and what I said didn’t make sense. “All right, I didn’t mean to snap. Sorry.” Get a grip, Mandy! You don’t need to ruin the rest of your time together.
    “It’s fine.” He smiled at me. “I like your little quirks.”
    Grabbing my cell phone