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and looked at her with a smile. “Thank you.”
                “Do you want to…tell me?” she asked
as she moved to get behind him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began
massaging.
                “I spent the last two years with the
military. I spent these past twelve months embedded with an infantry unit,” he said
and then let out a breath. “Wilson…was just a kid. Nineteen years old. He
couldn’t buy a beer at a bar, but he was old enough to fight for his country,
and he died from enemy fire. I was there. I saw it. I filmed it.”
                Shay was pretty sure when it came to
the emotions department he was a mess. It made her feel a little better about
her own psychiatric issues. Shay moved her hand and pushed her elbow into the
muscle at his shoulder. It was immoveable. “You need therapy.”
                He snorted. “Is that your advice?”
                “Yeah,” she said as she pressed the
elbow in and it barely moved. “Your muscles are ridiculous. You need to see a
masseuse. I can’t get this knot to break and I am using everything I got.”
                He snickered. “I need massage
therapy. I tell you I’m having dreams about a dead guy and you think I need a
masseuse.”
                “Yes,” she emphasized with her elbow
in the other shoulder where the muscles did move. He winced. “See? I think you
need a professional to work out your neck and back. I can’t do that. I would
think you needed a shrink if you didn’t have nightmares. I had nightmares for a week about a squirrel I hit on the
road. I’m sure you’ll need longer than a week to process everything you’ve seen
over there.”
                “I just don’t want to think about it
anymore,” he said with a heavy sigh.
                Shay slid her arms around him and said,
“Well, I could help you not think about it right now.”
                Her fingers slid over his chest and
around as they circled his nipples. She liked the feel of him. He leaned his
head back on her shoulder and then turned it towards her so his forehead
touched her cheek. “Can you?”
                “Yes,” she whispered. She knew this
wouldn’t last long. Whatever they were experiencing physically was special. She
wanted to enjoy as much of his body as she could before the adventure ended.
She wanted to remain on the physical level because she found herself caring
about his disturbing dreams and his tense muscles. She didn’t want to concern
herself with him at all.  
                Shay kissed his forehead and then
slid her body around to where she was kneeling at the headboard and leaning
towards his cock. She slid her hand under the sheet and found him half-hard and
growing. She pushed the sheet back as she leaned over and licked the tip,
teased, and then sucked him into her mouth.
                He surprised her by pulling her leg
until she lifted it and he arranged himself under her in a sixty-nine position.
It was his worst mistake. Jed had a beautiful mouth, a skilled tongue, and if
pussy eating was an art, he would have been labeled a master. For all of her
intentions, she could barely remain focused on pleasing him since he was
distracting her in the most delightful way.  
                He tormented her and she did her
best to give as good as she was getting, but knew there was no way what she did
was comparing to what he was doing. He slid his hand up the shirt and pinched
her nipple. She let go of his cock and just breathed for a moment. He must have
been satisfied with the reaction because he let go of the nipple and pushed his
fingers into her. She cried out, rocked against him, and then latched back onto
his cock.
                Eventually, she could not
concentrate on him anymore. He was too good, too efficient, and she was coming
undone for the second time in that