Page 1 of Sentinel's Kiss

Prologue

TWO YEARS AGO

Slap…Slap…Slap.

Josh “Sentinel” Lehmen was having the best sex of his life in the parking lot of a strip mall. Ashley Carver’s shirt and bra were pushed up over her bodacious tits. The same tits that bounced when he fucked her on the backseat of his Jeep Grand Cherokee.

The occasion? They had buried his sister today.

He pushed that thought out of his mind before the grief unmanned him and he wound up sobbing on the beautiful woman he couldn’t believe was coming on his cock. His ass was exposed to anyone who cared to look as he stood in the doorway of the backseat and pumped into her sweet pussy.

Ashley deserved better than this, even if she had followed him from the funeral hoping for an interview. But instead of being the shark journalist he would have fucked and forgot, she had held his hand and pretended she didn’t see him blink away tears.

“Josh,” she sighed, arching into him. Her lips were pouty and swollen from their endless kisses in the back alley. He had been so far gone, he would have taken her there up against the wall by the dumpster. But in a moment of sanity, he dragged her to his car, where they’d at least have a bit more privacy.

They had started out at the coffeehouse next door and talked for hours until they got hungry enough to try the sketchy Chinese-food place. Surprisingly enough, the food was amazing. They stuffed themselves full of dumplings and egg rolls. Then they sat and drank endless pots of strong oolong tea, talking about everything and anything.

Aside from her first stupid question, “How do you feel?” which he answered by being a smart-ass, “With my hands,” they didn’t mention Sarah, or how she died, or how her fucking husband was no longer a suspect.

“Josh, not so rough,” Ashley gasped.

He glanced down at the sexy blonde. Ashley had a body like a stacked cheerleader, all soft curves and strong muscles. “Sorry,” he muttered. He was hard as a rock and if he stared into her eyes, he would come. But he didn’t want to. Not yet. She brought him peace. Peace he hadn’t felt since the last time he was home.

He didn’t have a home now that his sister was dead and the army no longer wanted him.

“Do you like that?” he purred, reaching between them to stroke the silky bud between her legs.

So wet. So wet for him.

She bit her lip and his cock twitched inside her. He’d like to bite her and do a whole lot more. But the backseat of his Jeep was limiting, so he reined in the dark desires. She was a nice girl. She didn’t need to be around a prick like him. A gentleman wouldn’t have kissed her. A nice guy wouldn’t have used her sweet, sympathetic nature to put her flat on her back while he got off.

Sentinel wasn’t a nice guy. And while he had been an officer, he was no gentleman. But he could make sure that any regrets she had about tonight had nothing to do with the sex.

“Come for me, baby.”

And she did.