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 I might have a hard time explaining a banged up defendant at his court martial.
 Senior, I will write the accident report myself. Please.
Senior Chief Hensen nodded to the guards, who moved to unlock the cell.
Taggard didn t even try to get out; he just crouched low in a defensive mode, waiting for
Gray.
Gray didn t go charging in. The fury that had shaken his body settled, replaced by
cold hard determination. He walked into cell calmly and stood there in the middle,
waiting.
 What are you waiting for lover-boy? Make your move! Taggard taunted.
There was no way Gray was falling for it. Tag fought dirty. He was probably
waiting for a charge. Gray wasn t about to give him the satisfaction. Rolling his shoulders
he loosened his body, flexing his muscles.
 Maybe that black bitch isn t worth fighting for! Taggard sneered.
 You certainly thought she was worth it. It was killing him to be so nonchalant
when he felt anything but.  How long have you been watching her Tag? And she never
noticed you. Must have driven you crazy.
That did it.
Taggard charged, allowing Gray to kick him on the chin, knocking him back. Tag
recovered quickly, trying to tackle Gray around the midsection. Gray caught one of his
arms, twisting it back until he heard the joint snap. To his credit, Tag didn t scream. He
had been trained not to after all.
Tag tried to sweep Gray s feet out from under him, but he was moving too slow,
too erratic. One punch to the diaphragm and Tag was on his knees. Gray squatted to get
right in his face.
 Say another word about her. I dare you.
Most men would immediately see the dead serious intensity in his eyes, hear the
warning in his voice  Tag didn t. But then, Tag was insane.
 Was that ass as juicy as it looked? I am still going to get a piece of it you know.
As soon as I& 
Gray cut off any further words with his hand firmly around his throat.
 If you don t stop, I will kill you, he warned. It was a wasted warning.
 I am going to find her, Taggard croaked.  And I am going to& 
Gray surged to his feet, Taggard still tightly in his grip. He slammed the other
man against the wall.
 I will never stop, Taggard insisted.
Gray knew he was trying to get him to kill him. He wanted death over the very
long sentence that awaited him.
Gray let go, stepping back.
 Not gonna do it, Tag. The man looked pathetic, slumped against the wall. Gray
had no pity to offer him.
With one final kick to the side of his head, Gray gave Tag the ultimate insult. He
turned his back on him.
 Thank you for showing restraint, Gray, Senior Chief nodded as the guards let
him out of the cell, both of them went in.  I m not so sure the guards here will be so kind.
*****
One Year Later&
It was a beautiful summer day. The sun glistened off the Pacific s sapphire
surface, making it appear like millions of diamonds decorated the surface. Bobbi
stretched on her lounger, loving the way the sun heated her skin.
 You should really put some clothes on.
Bobbi shuddered just a little as Gray ran his fingers down her exposed back,
stopping at the base of her spine and pausing.
 And if I don t, she teased, knowing damn well the last thing he wanted was for
her to put her bathing suit back on. Not after he had torn it off of her in the first place.
 If you don t, I m going to fuck you.
Damn, she would never get used to that authoritarian tone of his. It was sinfully
delectable. She tried to roll over to, but Gray moved, quick as a cat, straddling her legs.
 Oh no you don t, you bad girl. This is exactly where I want you.
Bobbi moaned as frissons of tingly expectation coursed through her. Gray had
taught her so many things over the past year, one of them was what she suspected he was
about to do right now.
 On your knees.
Bobbi didn t have to be told twice. Crawling to her knees, she waited impatiently,
biting her lip when she heard the sound of the small bottle resting next to his lounge chair
being flipped open.
 Lean forward, baby. Put your chest flat on the chair. His voice was deeper now,
his hands kneading the cheeks of her ass.
The feel of his hand gently worked the lubricant first around her rosette, then
deeper. She felt the now familiar stretch and burn, then the delicious feeling of fullness. It
wasn t enough. While she appreciated the careful preparation and all, she was more than
ready for the main course.
 Gray, please? she pleaded prettily. She knew he loved that.  I want you so bad.
With a tortured groan, he began to work inside her. She bore down, relaxing her
muscles to allow him inside. She tried to rock back to force him in, but Gray was going to
take his own sweet time no matter what she did.
 Easy baby, I don t want to hurt you.
It was maddening. He would never hurt her. He had proved it over and over again.
It seemed to take forever before he was fully inside her, completing her.
 Gray, it s too good, she gasped, finally able to move against him.
The pleasure on the edge of pain was so intense she had to gulp to breathe. He
pulled her up, anchoring her in his strong arms. He worked in slow, smooth strokes,
stoking her smolder into a four alarm fire.
 You feel so good, sugar, Gray groaned in her ear, pinching down on her clit.
The sensations sent minor quakes through her.  Yeah, baby, just like that. Fuck me back,
just like that.
Bobbi gyrated helplessly, her world bursting into a kaleidoscope of bright colors.
As close as she was, he seemed to know just when she was about to crash over the edge.
He would stop, sucking on the most sensitive part of her neck. Her body was drawn so
tightly she thought for sure she would break at any second.
 Gray, you have to let me come. Please!
 Soon, baby, soon.
He waited until she settled down a bit, and then started his special brand of torture
all over again. Instead of pinching her clit he began to rub in languid circles. He moved a
little faster, stretching, burning, fulfilling.
 You are so beautiful like this, Gray whispered fervently.  Come for me,
Bobbi.
Finally! Her body flew apart at his command, shaking so fiercely she fell forward,
with Gray coming down right after her.
 You are going to kill me, Gray groaned, easing off her only to gather her up in
his arms and lay her on top of him.  Man, but what a way to go.
 Are you complaining? she teased, running her hand over his chest. She loved
his chest. He had just a light sprinkling of hair and; perfect pecs. All well defined and
broad.
 Hell, no! I wouldn t have it any other way.
They lay in peaceful silence for a while, enjoying the perfect afternoon.
It seemed so unreal to Bobbi. One year, one psycho, and a lot of adjustments, but
she felt truly complete. Poor Taggard had been court marshaled. It had taken Gray a
while to get over the caveman-like overprotective routine, but they were working it out.
She couldn t imagine her life without Gray. It was nice to have someone to come home to
every night. Only one thing was missing. The words she had not yet managed to bring
herself to say.
 I love you, Grayson.
She felt rather than heard the sharp inhale of breath. He had said it to her, many
times, but she had never said it back. She knew he had been waiting.
 Oh, baby, I love you so much. He crushed her to him, holding her so tight.
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