Free Hunter's Heart by Rita Henuber

balls.
    She planted her hands on his chest and pushed to a sit. “Put your hands on my tits.”
    He did and she slipped a hand down her belly, down between her legs, squirming and riding him. “Are you ready?”
    “Yeah.” Hell, he’d been ready a half a second after he was inside.
    “So am I.” She moved, taking him halfway out and he groaned as he slid back into her heat.
    “Hunter.” She moved harder and faster, tightening around him. “Hunter . ” She reached around and held his balls.
    Damn, that was it. He came with surprising intensity. She kept the rhythm, kept saying his name, kept rocking until she clenched around him with her release. It was undeniably the hottest sex he’d ever experienced. She’d taken complete control and the way she touched him, touched herself…. The way she moved. He hadn’t come like that in…. Never. Maybe it was the no condom thing.
    She’d collapsed to his chest and he was content to stay holding her like this forever. He would, if he wasn’t schedule to be on a plane in two hours.

Chapter 6

    The big mean fighting machine no longer has any idea what it’s doing.

    In the empty locker room Hunter hastily changed, collected his gear then ran to join the knot of men waiting outside for their ride to the tarmac. He’d left Celia’s, pushed the truck into triple digits and gratefully hadn’t encountered the local authorities. Still he was late.
    He was never late. Most times, he was the first to arrive.
    “Glad you could make it,” Bambi called out, erasing any chance he had to ghost unnoticed into the group.
    “ Maaan, she must have been good to make you late,” Kirk said.
    “Shut the fuck up.” He shot the man a wicked look along with a middle-finger salute. Wrong thing to do. That only encouraged the bastards. Until they were on the plane and engine noise drowned them out, he was the recipient of a shitload of sexual remarks that were as bad as any newbie hazing he taken when he came into the teams.
    They were on their way to Nevada for combined mountain and desert training with the Army and scheduled to be gone for two weeks. Normally the moment they made altitude he’d be asleep but the way he left Celia bugged the shit out of him. She had no idea he wouldn’t be back for two weeks.
    Rules were they told only a spouse, significant other or parent they were leaving. Most times they couldn’t even tell them where they were going. He and Celia had been out twice and shared unexpected but very welcome fan-fucking-tastic sex last night— all last night and this morning. Great Caesar’s ghost. The memory gave him a full-body quiver. He had the feeling his return would not be met with the same enthusiasm.
    Between the time they’d gone wheels up and touched down in Nevada, their training schedule was altered. Instead of training exclusively with the 10th Mountain guys and SOAR, Special Operations Aviation Regiment, some regular Army pukes had been thrown into the mix.
    No one was happy about that. The LT got on the sat phone and bitched his objections loud and clear to their CO. Problem wasn’t the 10th and SOAR—they were the best of the best. But regular Army? There was no way to guesstimate.
    “We’re screwed,” LT said. “Some Army colonel decided he wanted his men training at a higher level. He knows somebody who knows somebody and had his people inserted into this training. We’re ordered to stay. CO thinks you fuckups need the training.”
    Along with a lot of foul language and some creative suggestions about what the Army colonel could do to himself, they unloaded their personal gear from the plane and piled in trucks taking them to their lodgings. Lodgings, was a grand word for the WWII era Quonset huts. The base was an off-the-grid training facility and comfort was not a priority, or even a thought. On the way he and Bambi, chatted up the driver about their new training partners.
    “They came in the middle of the night,” the sergeant said,