Destined Hearts

One look. One touch. One sound of her beautiful voice and I’m hooked. Like a dream I never want to wake up from, she pulls me in and wraps me around her. Consumed. Driven with need. Fueled by an unrelenting desire to make her mine. One night, I take more than she has ever given before, which only leaves me wanting more. Needing more. Craving more. She’s the one I’ve waited for my whole life. I’ll be damned if I let anyone, including our families, stand in our way. She trusts me. Hungers for me, just like I want only to covet her. Forever.

She’s blonde, blue eyed and has got curves for days. A California dream us southern boys never get the chance to touch. She’s all I could ever need, want, desire, & I’ll change my whole world just to keep her in it. But when her lips meet mine, and our craving for each other pushes us further than we ever expected, will she choose us? Or could sacrificing everything for her prove to be the biggest mistake I’ve ever made?

He’s rough, arrogant, sexy & irresistible as hell. The stereotypical ladies’ man I swore I’d never fall for. A second time. He stole my heart once before when we were kids, & I promised myself I’d never give it to him again. But one night, a few drinks, & memories neither one of us can escape lands us right back where it all started. Or should I say ended. But when push comes to shove, will he be ready to face the secret I’ve been holding in for over ten years? Or will he run like I always feared he would?

I’ve tried to forget her. I’ve pushed her away in order to protect her from what I FEAR most. Making her a widow. But no matter how long it’s been since I’ve seen her face, no matter how many years go by without her touch, the second our paths cross again I'm an instant fiend needing my next fix. She's my kryptonite. My vice. The one thing that makes me secretly wish for tomorrows and forever after’s when all I've ever done is serve. Give without even a thought for my fellow man & country after seeing so many soldiers die by my side.

My past is best kept hidden. Buried deep inside so I can keep up my disguise. My mask. My veil hiding my truth from the rest of the world. But as hard as I try to protect my new partner from the truth, he eventually breaks down my walls, forces himself into my heart, and drives us both crazy with need. Want. Desire.