He's My Soldier

Chapter 8

Sorry I haven't been around for the last couple of weeks. I saved all my stories to my USB and then I couldn't find it. But now.... I have located it and will hopefully continue with updated chapters for you all.

So here it is

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I had played it off as when I fell I scraped my side but before I had to shower, Dillon and Cameron helped bandage me up. Cameron said I needed stitches so he did that while Dillon assisted where needed. More like hold my hand and let me squeeze it while I winced at the pain.

They kept saying things like 'Does this wound bring back any memories Cameron? That time in Russia' or 'Are you sure you didn't get shot falling down those stairs?' And they would laugh making fun of me while it was in fact partially true. I was indeed falling down stairs but probably not the way they were imagining it in their heads

The mood quickly changed when I mentioned I don't have to go back until Thursday to see the location properly, it became more relaxed. As I pretended to play on games on the tablet I was watching Rachels' movements. The tracking device happened to stay on her shoes and she kept moving every couple of hours.

While Elizabeth had work, Cameron tagged along with her and I strategically went sight-seeing with Dillon. Even if I was secretly working, I loved spending time with him.

"Lunch baby" I blush looking up at him when out the corner of my eye I see Rachel sit down then curiously look around before sipping on her drink.

"Let's go over there" I point to the place she was sitting outside of.

He looks over my head as he kisses my forehead "Looks good" he takes my hand and leads me over. We get seated outside, right next to her. My back is to her while Dillon is facing her, our drinks come then later our food.

While we talk about the modelling job and what I have to do to prepare, I overhear her conversation she has on the phone and it's perfect because Dillon has gone in to pay

"So it was a woman that left the room after I left and she finished him off, surely I'm ok in public, really I honestly don't think anyone would try anything in public"

I was shortly distracted by a giggling woman who sounded like she was being flirtatious. I look up from my phone seeing a woman preventing Dillon from coming back to me. I stand up with my bag and walk over to him.

"Hey baby, who's your friend?" I ask when he looks down at me frowning

"I just met her, we just bumped into each other as I was coming out to you" He takes my hand then smiles down at her as she turns to her guy friend smiling as they continue on their path "I never took you to be the jealous type" I blink back at him as he kisses my pouting lips

"I'm not, I'm just concerned" I say when he kisses me again "Maybe we should go back to the apartment for the rest of the day" I breathe against his lips he was slowly pulling away

He kisses me once more before dragging me away from the street and back to the car.

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Once again we barely made it to the bedroom without ripping each other's clothes off. My shirt was lying in the hallway, his pants were there too. Mental note to pick those up soon as possible. The last couple of nights since we hooked up, he pays extra attention on my breasts, I'm not complaining because he knows it gets me really wet for him to slip right in.

His hands move down my back as he suckles on each of my breasts while I straddle him rocking back and forth on his hard cock that was buried deep inside me. My hands are resting on his knees when he pulls me in a kiss. Our tongues entwine and I feel his hand come down hard on my ass.