Like We're Dying

By Caitlyn Willows

Hot, hungry and lonely, Jim’s looking for a night of scorching no-name sex. Desperate to feel alive, Julia’s on the prowl for a hot, hard body before the Marine Corps sends her back to war. Who knew a one-night stand could be more than either of them ever hoped for? Or that they’d have such little time to enjoy it? Sometimes a person has to take a chance. Do something a little crazy. Live like they’re dying.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Caitlyn Willows
• Release date: Mar 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386766131

Caitlyn Willows

Blessed (or cursed) with a vivid imagination, award-winning author Caitlyn Willows eventually learned to turn that talent inward. Readers will find deep emotions and sizzling sensuality seamlessly woven into her action-filled stories. Believing life is to be lived and felt, not merely watched, Caitlyn delivers real-to-life characters in unforgettable tales of love, adventure, and always steamy passion. No one is more surprised than she at the direction life has taken her. She is also a mosaic artist and an avid crafter with a passion for cross-stitch. Caitlyn lives in the beautiful desert of Southern California with her husband (a genealogist). She is always on the lookout for the next interesting tidbit that will help fill her writing well.

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Like We’re Dying

by

Caitlyn Willows

Copyright © 2012, 2017 by Catherine Snodgrass

All Rights Reserved

Cover Artist: Trace Edward Zaber

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

About The Author

Chapter One

Jim Roderick had spent the last month holed up in a musty tent with three other Marines, sweltering day and night in the desert, playing at games that were too real elsewhere in the world. He hated every second, even when he was thanking his lucky stars it was only training. It reminded him too much of the real thing—a nightmare he’d relive day and night for the rest of his life.

It’d taken an hour to shower the sand and grit from all his cracks and crevices. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t get rid of another logjam swelling his balls at the same time. All the jerking off in the world didn’t ease the itch to be buried in a more-than-willing tight, wet woman. It was on Jim’s short list of things to do tonight—cold booze, hot meal, and a hard, no-name fuck. He wasn’t particular about where he got them either. He wanted them fast and he wanted them now.

So here he sat, in the dark corner booth of a place called Sally’s with a chilled beer perspiring in front of him. He could have gone for a chardonnay. The grungy gunnery sergeant riding his shoulder had argued, I’m a Marine, damn it. We drink beer. A cheeseburger with fries and onion rings was on the way. Steak and baked potato would have been better, but he didn’t have the energy to argue with his bossy conscience again.

As things stood, he should’ve nixed the onion rings, considering he was looking to get laid. But the kind of sex he needed didn’t come with breath mints. Besides, he had those in his jeans pocket, along with five condoms. Overly optimistic, but what the hell.

While Jim waited for his heartburn of a meal to arrive, he checked out the pickings for the last item on his to-do list. Music thrummed through the place, the bass so deep it actually hurt his internal organs. A few potential candidates gyrated to the song. Jim crossed them off his list. Any woman who worked that hard for attention had an agenda that smacked of hunting-for-a-ring.

His dick argued the point. It was one fuck. In and out. He’d run the drill before, nothing more than a drive-by.

Jim swigged his beer while he considered diving in. Hell, he could probably do ’em all tonight. He was that horny. Line ’em up, barkeep.

Nope, it was never as simple as that with those kinds of chicks. A woman on the hunt for a military husband had a nasty bag of tricks. Knocked Up Trap being number one. A young, infatuated Marine was easy prey. Some of the older, horny ones were too. Jim didn’t plan to be one of them, although he sure fit the older and horny part.

A bleached blonde breezed in from a side door. She looked like sunshine in the sea of brunettes surrounding her. Her entourage cackled and took the booth in the corner opposite him. Blondie flashed him a promising look as she glided into the last spot and made sure Jim got a damn fine look at her big boobs. She had dream cleavage, with a valley so deep it could swallow a man’s dick and it’d take a month of Sundays to find the way out.

Damn, I want to tap that. His cock agreed.

Jim dropped his free hand to his crotch and indulged his lifelong companion with a hard stroke.

Would you like some help with that?

Jim snapped his hand away from his groin so fast he swore he heard denim rip. The whiskey-rough voice didn’t match the little redhead who’d slipped into the booth beside him. Light freckles were splashed across her nose, her shoulders, and down between what passed as cleavage for her small breasts. She sat so close Jim could swear he saw her belly button down her dress’s loose top. From