Grill: The Wounded Sons, #3

By Leah Sharelle

Marshall 'Grill' Webber grew up without a father.

His mother died when he was only six years old, leaving him to be raised to be raised by his aunt.

Not knowing who his father was and watching his mother slowly give up on life, shaped him into the man he was today.

A good soldier, a more than competent sniper and a fiercely loyal member of Team FIVE.

Never letting the hardships of his childhood get him down, Grill went about living life the best be could. With his mates, and the family he found in the Wounded Souls life was pretty darn good. Until a mercy mission to help with the worst bushfire's in Australia's history lead him to a night with gorgeous brunette, a night he would never forget. Grill faced his greatest nightmare when he woke the next morning to an empty bed and something he never expected.

 

Adeline Welham was a loner, she believed her life was better that way. Loving people wasn't something she knew how to do.

Volunteering to help burnt and injured animals was her duty and she proudly did anything she could do to help. One night she offered herself to a sexy soldier with deep chocolate eyes, and an even deeper voice. It was only meant to be one night, who knew it would follow her home and turn her quiet life upside down.

Two people, both stubborn, both looking for something to make them feel complete. Only thing was, could it be the same thing? Can a fluke equal love and forever? Or was it all about to be destroyed by the same force of nature that brought them together?

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leah Sharelle
• Release date: Apr 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393051961

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GRILL

THE WOUNDED SONS

BOOK THREE

BY

LEAH SHARELLE

Table of Contents

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

EPILOGUE

Copyright © 2020 Leah Sharelle

GRILL: The wounded sons – Book Three

By Leah Sharelle

ISBN: 978-1-925742-31-2

All Rights Reserved.

Editing and Proofreading: R Corcoran

Photography: Chic Professional Photography

Cover Models: Dustyn Rodgers

Cover Design: Formatting & Design by Jaye

Interior Design: Formatting & Design by Jaye

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This book is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.

This author writes using Australian English and may include Australian diction

DEDICATION

Dedicated to anyone who loves being in love. For anyone who loves it when you see that one person that makes you shiver with just one look. When your mouth goes dry, your belly somersaults and you can’t string two words together in their presence … or maybe that’s just me. 😉

That is the feeling you want, always.

XOXO Leah

PROLOGUE

GRILL

Fuck baby, you are tight, your sweet pussy is crushing my finger. I can’t wait until my cock feels that hot tightness, I crooned to the gorgeous brunette who was writhing and moaning as I fingered her tight opening.

Who knew a three-day relief deployment in fire-ravaged Gippsland would result in me finding a sexy as hell wildlife volunteer, hitting it off with her and now naked in my bunk room at the local scout camp where the rest of commando Team FIVE and I were camping while here.

It’s been a … ahh yes … a while, my gorgeous bed partner panted under me. Her sexy hips thrusting up to meet my hand, silently begging for me to go deeper.

Is that right? I asked, swirling my thumb around her clit while I went knuckle deep curling my finger inside her and massaging that spongy, fleshy spot.

I don’t know why it made me happy she answered that way, but it did. Earlier at the barbeque, when I first approached her, she mentioned she had not been in a relationship for some time.

Sitting with her, we each asked the standard get to know questions two people did when they first met. The only one I answered without hesitation was when she asked me my name. It came in handy to have a nickname most people called me; it meant I could maintain a certain amount of anonymity, not lying to the woman just not fully disclosing all the facts. For some reason, though, and one I didn’t understand, I gave her my real name. Hearing my birth name come from her sweet lips did something to my heart; I was not ready to explore that just yet though.

Not saying that I have anything to hide, far from it, simply put, I liked my privacy. For a woman to know certain personal information about me, she would have to be one hell of a chick. And until tonight, I didn’t think that kind of woman existed … until I laid eyes on Addy.

Yesssss, Addy hissed, her hips thrusting up to force my hand harder against her pussy, coating my skin in more of her juices.

Pushing my rock-hard cock deeper into the mattress, I dug deep for the self-control I was famous for on the battlefield. Fuck, I could wait out an insurgent to make his appearance for hours, but here in this tiny as fuck bed, I was ready to spill my cum like a teenage boy before making it to the promised land.

There was so much I wanted to do, taste and touch. Learn what else my touch could do to pull those erotic moans from Addy’s gorgeous lips, but waiting wasn’t an option, I needed— no, I craved to be inside her. A realisation that shocked the shit out of me, normally, I took things more cautiously; at the very least, I got to know the woman better before taking her to my bed. With Addy, there was something different about her, something real. Out at the picnic area, I got the sense that Addy wasn’t in need of a man to look after her, wasn’t after a keeper or someone to walk her through life. If anything, I got the impression she was independent as fuck and smart, really smart. She mentioned about being some kind of doctor or something. I couldn’t recall the exact details of the conversation because, at the time, she was eating a hot dog. Every time she took a bite, sauce would gather in the corner of her mouth, then her tongue would come out and lick it away, which meant I couldn’t concentrate on anything except that pink tongue and how it would feel gliding across the slit on the top of my cock. Understandably, I was a little hazy on some parts.

Marshall? Addy’s soft lust-laced voice brought my mind back to where it should be– on her.

Baby, I can’t wait any longer, I am sorry, but I promise to make it up to you next time, I rasped, climbing up her body on the king-size single bed, reaching for a condom from the nightstand I’d put there just before I removed Addy’s bra, fuck her tits were fucking amazing. On the smaller side but what was there was plump and perfectly shaped for my hands and nipples— my god her nipples were gorgeous. Perky, slightly elongated, pink and absolutely ideal for sucking on.

I will hold you to that, Addy sassed, her honey-brown eyes twinkled with mischief as she pushed her hand between us, taking the square, silver packet from me, bringing it to her mouth and ripping it open then handing the rubber to me.

Just put this on so we can get to getting then get to the part where you make it up to me.

Laughing, I lifted off Addy, using one arm to hold myself up and with the other one, rolled the condom down over my cock in a rush.

Once done, I moved back down, my lower body nestling in between Addy’s long slim legs, my cock nudging her entrance, her hot and completely soaked entrance.

Ready to have your world rocked, Sweet Cheeks? I asked.

Hmmm, more than ready, she answered, lifting her hips, and a deep, throaty groan left my mouth as my cockhead felt that sweet heat for the first time.

The first of many times.

That was the last sane thought before Addy wrapped her legs around my waist, pushing her heels on my butt, allowing my cock to enter her completely.

Yesssss. Both of us moaned at the same time.

Fucking heaven.

***

Fuuccck. Sweet Cheeks, I don’t know how you did it but, even after four times, I still have a raging hard-on. How about you come over here and do that thing with your mouth again. You know how you swallowed around my cock when it was touching the back of your throat, I murmured sleepily, my eyes still welded shut from sleep, or pure fucking exhaustion from a marathon night of sex.

Pulling my arm from under my head, I reached for Addy, only instead of Addy, my hand hit a cold pillow. And instead of hearing her sexy voice agreeing to do what I suggested, I heard a slight rustling sound under my hand.

Opening my eyes, I whipped my head around to see Addy was not in bed with me, a piece of paper sat on the pillow instead of her beautiful long, red-tinged brown hair.

Grabbing the paper, I rolled to my stomach, blinking my eyes a half dozen times to shake off sleep, enough so I could focus on the slip of paper.

Dear Marshall,

Thank you for the best night of my life. I wasn’t kidding when I said it had been a while for me- three years might be a long time but long enough to realise that last night was the only time I’d ever made love to a man. Last night was a revelation in so many ways, the most important being, thanks to you, I felt loved for a short time. Thank you for that; you will never know what that meant to me.

Good luck in life, be careful and maybe when you are sitting all alone in the desert or the jungle or where ever you happen to find yourself, you can look back on this perfect night and know you made a woman feel heaven and see stars. And definitely rocked her world.

Addy xo

I stared at the neatly printed letter, the very correctly punctuated letter, with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

Amused because the letter could well be my very first Dear John letter, and pissed because for the first time ever I didn’t want to wake up and leave before the woman woke up, didn’t have the urge to sneak out so I could avoid the whimsical look on her face, the hope that she had found true love. Nope, I wanted to wake up with Addy soft and pliant and ready for more sex. Ready for more of me.

Jesus fucking Christ, you dodged the next morning awkward bullet, thank your lucky stars and move on, I scolded myself out loud, throwing the covers off.

Oh, shit, you have to be joking, I grumbled, seeing that I still had on a condom.

Grimacing at my dick, I went to take it off, when something at the tip had my hand freeze.

What the fucking fuck! This is not happening, not possible. Not fucking possible, I ranted, jumping quickly to my feet when a hard knock rapped on the door.

Grill move your arse, we are heading back home in twenty, Kodah yelled from the other side of the door.

Um, yeah copy … copy that, I stammered still looking at my cock and the condom with a big tear at the end. The end that was supposed to keep my sperm contained safely in the latex.

So much for dodging that bullet, I muttered, my stomach feeling like it was sinking to my feet.

Move it, wanker! I want to get home! Bastian shouted, banging on the door with his beefy ham hock.

Shut the fuck up, Ammo, give me a fucking minute, will ya! I growled, yanking off the useless prophylactic and tossing it angrily into the metal rubbish bin by the bed.

I couldn’t deal with this now; allow emotion to get the better of me. Prioritise, that’s what I needed to do. Get home, sign off at the base, then try and find out who Addy worked for and find her. I didn’t have a last name, so it wasn’t going to be easy, but that was neither here nor there.

The condom broke, which meant there was a chance she could be pregnant with my child. And no kid of mine was going to grow up without a father like I did.

Fuck no!

CHAPTER ONE

GRILL

Fuck, I hope Deck pulls through, Ammo won’t — Kodah left the rest unsaid. He didn’t need to say anymore, I knew already what my LT would do if he lost his old man.

I know, mate, I know. Let’s just hope and pray it isn’t as bad as it sounds, I suggested hopefully, watching the transportation convoy with three of my teammates leave the base for Khartoum.

I wasn’t going to voice my relief that Gabe’s announcement about Deck’s heart attack gave my mind a reprieve from the foreboding that had been plaguing me since that day I woke alone to find a broken condom on my dick. For four days I tried to find out Addy’s last name, with the limited time I had to search for her at the camp, no one I talked to knew her or even the description I gave them. Granted, most of the people had taken off for their prospective stations at the fire zone, and my imposing gruff nature had not helped either. One volunteer mentioning that maybe I should be nicer. I should smile a bit and lose the growl if I expected someone to hand over the name of a woman.

It wasn’t my fault I growled, grimaced, and grunted. My teammates were used to it; they all did much the same themselves. Although, Ammo and Gabe had replaced some of their hard edges and gained a smidgeon of soft, most likely due to their women.

I was happy as fuck for my captain, Gabe was one of the best men I knew. He was younger than me and pretty young to hold the rank of captain, though it wasn’t unheard of; it was rare for such a young soldier to climb the ranks the way Gabe Booth had. He had a unique determinate quality to him, an in-built drive to lead. Even if I hadn’t met his father, Booth, and been welcomed into the close-knitted family of the Wounded Souls, his reputation as the fearless leader and commanding officer of the original Team Five proceeded him, the same could be said for the other members.

Meeting all five men, and knowing them all, personally having spent so much time with them and their families, gave me a better insight into Gabe and Bastian.

Family was number one, and love was just as important to the two men. It had never been that way for me, not until I met a sexy brunette, whose moans I could still hear echoing in my ears late at night when the base was quiet and there was nothing to do but get lost in my memories; something I usually wouldn’t do.

I grew up differently to Ammo and Tank, our upbringings polar opposites to be honest. Funnily enough, we didn’t grow up all that far from each other, my hometown of Daylesford, a short forty-five kilometres away. But I never knew anything of the Wounded Souls MC until I met Gabriel Booth six years ago after I completed the commando training and got assigned to the same team as him, Bastian and Cole– all Souls’ kids.

All three good men, smart soldiers, and trusted men to have at my back.

And as it happened, they all grew up not all that far from me– the sons of legends in the Australian Army, one of them my personal hero. When I first met Booth, I wasn’t ashamed to admit to sweating balls at the time. He had a steely glare and an all-knowing, all-seeing, straightforward, no bullshit, side of his personality that gave him the legendary status that made meeting him imposing at first. Then he sat down and talked with me, not at me, but with me. He asked questions and listened to my answers with genuine interest. He never judged my age or why his younger son commanded me or why I joined the army later in life. I joined in my early twenties and chose to go in the regular army, not the academy, unlike his own son and nephews. Aged five years older than my captain, lieutenant and 2nd lieutenant, I was the oldest member of Team FIVE, but not the smartest it seemed– my current predicament testament to that.

Today’s news about Deck took my mind off the gargantuan hole I’d dug two months ago. Two months of nothing on my mind except a brunette and a broken piece of latex.

After we got back from Gippsland, I went about ringing all the wildlife organisations in the state, trying to find out which one Addy volunteered for regularly. I didn’t have much to go with, no last name, no vehicle registration, practically nothing, and I didn’t think details of the best fucking sexual experience of my life was going to be very helpful.

Basically, I had nothing to show for eighteen wasted hours on the phone over three days before we got called up and sent to Darfur. Now generally on deployment, there wasn’t much time for anything other than focusing on staying alive, even our downtime on the FOB usually consisted of one eye on the weights or card game and one eye on the fences keeping the enemy out. I was good at that, my focus my main strength, which was why I was the one sitting on a hillside by myself looking through a rifle scope. My SR98 was an extension of my arm, the magazine-fed, bolt action weapon my constant companion.

As a kid, I always had a fascination with army movies then as I got older my aunt finally gave in to my nagging, she took me to a gun club, and from that moment I had been hooked. One member of the club, Russ, took me under his wing and taught me not only how to shoot, but how to respect a firearm and the power a weapon held. It was Russ who showed me the art of patience, and it had not taken long for me to become a junior shooting champ.

I never had a dad growing up, my aunt raising me from the age of six when my mother killed herself. Faye did her best with an angry, broody kid, one who refused to mutter more than a few words when spoken to in reply. The only time I ever showed any kind of interest in anything was when she got fed up with the silence and put on a war DVD, she claimed it was the loud noises of the movies she liked, it filled the void for her. I, on the other hand, loved every single engrossing minute. Those movies started me on a road that one day led to my dream job.

A sniper in commando TEAM FIVE.

Grill, are you even fuckin’ listenin’ to me? Kodah yelled, his fist hitting me dead centre on my bicep, literally knocking me back to the moment.

Jesus, fuck, Ziggerman, I complained, rubbing my arm, I need my arm, ya know, to shoot people.

Yeah right, we haven’t seen hardly any gun action this deployment. I have played more dickhead childish card games than I have had a gun in my hand, let alone shot it, Kodah whined. I understood where he was coming from, not saying we were war groupies, but sitting around for two months doing not much more than play cards and walk perimeters was not utilising our special skill sets.

Grabbing the deck of cards off the outside table, I tucked them into my shirt pocket.

How about we go see which of the yanks we will be tormenting? Maybe we can rustle up some action, I suggested, hoping the change of subject to fighting might keep Kodah from asking me any more questions about my lack of concentration, or worse, the reason for it.

You gonna get in the ring Webber? Fuck, this must be my lucky day. Kodah grinned, making a show of rubbing his hands together.

I wasn’t in the class of Ammo when it came to ring fighting, my specialty was more kickboxing, but I could keep my feet planted on the ground and beat on some poor unsuspecting American when needed.

We still have a few more days here, so might as well get some battles in, mate.

Walking beside Kodah, we made our way across the baron land of the base to the SEALS team, Kodah stopping abruptly, his hand on my shoulder his usual jovial demeanour serious.

Don’t think I didn’t notice the change of subject mate, you need to talk then you know where to find me. I might be the jokester of the team, but when a brother needs me, I’m there.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my head nodding once. It was on the tip of my tongue to spew out what had happened that night with Addy, but doing that meant I would have to divulge parts of my life, things I had kept so tightly to my chest, I honestly didn’t know if I was