All Chapters of Completion Sports: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

With Brack’s new glasses, I was back to not seeing his eyes again. I’m not sure why he wanted them covered all the time. I wondered if children teased him when he was young. Kids could be awful. I’m sure they didn’t appreciate the beauty and only noticed his eyes were different.I kicked his ass in racquetball and he kicked mine on the mat. This was not self-defense. Brack truly wanted me to kill this guy. I’m not sure why it was so important to him. I also understood on a deeper level that I was scared shitless. The thought of going toe to toe with a killer froze my insides.Fight or flight, Brack called it. I didn’t tell him how terrified I was, but he knew. Brack was trying to train the flight instinct out of me. “There’s a time to run and there’s a time to kill this motherfucker. That’s what you’re training for.”I grumbled as Brack continued to pummel me with his tough-love techniques. I swam, ran, played racquetball, and picked myself up off the mat more times than I could coun

We cleaned up the kitchen together, which was another nightly routine we’d fallen into. When finished, Brack had me sit back in a chair while he removed my stitches. The wound itched, but didn’t hurt at all. I skimmed my fingers over the short stubble of hair and sighed. I had survived with a small scar when another man gave his life.“You make a good doctor. Maybe we can role play a doctor-nurse fantasy someday,” I said to take me out of my morose thoughts. I expected a flip retort from Brack. Instead, he quietly placed his supplies back in the med kit and carried it into the bathroom.In complete exasperation, I waited for him to come out. “Can we go for a walk?” I asked as I headed to the door expecting Brack to follow.“Not tonight.”I turned. Putting my hands on my hips, I tried reining in my building temper. “Suppose you tell me why not.”He looked away for a minute before removing his aviators and setting them on the table. At the removal of his glasses, dread filled me. I no longe

I continued resting on my stomach with Brack splayed half over my back. He’d pulled my legs down to make me more comfortable but at the same time, he was heavy, and I loved it. His breath feathered through my hair and his palm made soothing motions on my thigh. We’d been this way for maybe ten minutes. Brack wasn’t in a hurry to move, which was nice for a change. I was like most other women on the planet and enjoyed cuddling after sex.“You awake?” he finally whispered.“No,” I immediately replied. That earned me a stinging pinch to my backside. “I don’t think I can move,” I added with a giggle.“Mmm, me either.”He made me smile. “You mind if I roll over?”He shifted and helped me resituate myself so I faced him with both of us on our sides. I think I could look into his unique eyes every day for the rest of my life. His fingers trailed down my cheek before placing a section of hair behind my ear.I had to ask, “So why now?”His eyes left mine for a split second before returning. “A

Brack’s mouth stayed glued to mine as he lowered my legs to the floor. He pushed my shorts to my ankles and I kicked them over my shoes to the floor. The only thing he took the time to do properly was lay my holstered gun down gently. His pants made it to his hips before he hoisted me back up and I locked my legs around him again. He gave a hard forward thrust pushing his cock deep inside me. I wished we’d taken the time to remove our shirts, but a moment later I didn’t give a damn. His hands cupped my ass and spread my cheeks as two fingers entered my asshole. It burned and so did his cock. The last thing I was thinking about when we entered the hut was sex and my exhausted body was a little slow on the uptake. He slowed his thrust until my juices allowed him to glide smoothly.“Harder,” I cried. His mouth claimed mine again and we waged war with tongue and teeth. I swear he had better never cut his hair. My fingers tangled in the sweaty locks and pulled as I rode the steam engine ca

Two weeks later, I was still beat up and bruised. The only difference… my trainers were, too. It made things interesting to have three men teaching me what I needed to know. I learned each style. I also picked up from them and used the others’ styles against them. Three out of five times, I was down, but the other two were when I kicked ass.Brack and I planned to barbeque with Ray and Herman later. We’d received a large supply of steaks, and Ray was out in the surf fishing. If he caught anything, we’d add it to our dinner. All three men grumbled over vegetables, but too bad. They would eat what I put in front of them.We enjoyed steak and some fresh whiting for dinner. Ray and Herman left early. They slept in split shifts and never stayed around after eating. Brack told me they camped in tents but moved the location daily. They were part of Brack’s team because they adapted to their environment as well as being damn good men. He met both of them in the military.I felt a little guilt