War isn’t a testament to a man’s strength—finding peace with it is.Navy SEAL Caden Lawless is coming home. Holding his best friend as he bled out in the Afghanistan desert, Caden became bound by Justin’s desperate plea to care for his fiancée and to love the son he’d never know. Battling a barrage of memories and with a head full of noise, Caden travels cross country in his beat up Chevy to make good on his promise.
One knock on Piper Stevens’ door and he knows she isn’t broken. Pregnant and mourning the only man she’s ever loved, Piper wields her anger as a sword, slashing into Caden’s grief and his heart.
As Caden works to silence his demons, he finds a new mission, one far away from the heat and depravity that clawed its way into his soul. He demands his way into Piper’s life, intent on helping her pick up the pieces.
But even as the tentative fingers of a burgeoning friendship spread into something far deeper than either believed possible, duty calls for Caden to return to the battlefield. Fate brought them together—will war tear them apart? Or will Caden reclaim the sound of silence and remain with the woman who taught him love didn’t die in the desert?
I need Piper.God, I’ll beg. I will. I’m not above it.Now that we’re settled in a new place, I can’t wait to make her mine. I promised slow but my pulse speeds while I towel off and throw on a pair of pajama pants, eager yet unsure of what I’ll say when I’m there. My palms sweat. Goddamn, I’m nervous. I stop dead in the hallway, feet from her room. For Christ’s sake, you’d think I’ve never approached a woman for sex. But this isn’t just that. I want to be careful with Piper. Correction, I want hard, primal fucking with Piper, but there’s time for soft and slow too. I want it all. I want all of her, all of the time.I exhale and ease my heart into a steady beat, one that mimics the low bass throbbing out the beginnings of the stalker anthem “Every Breath You Take”. Well, okay. Maybe I need to layoff and refrain from begging. I laugh and rub my chest as I step into her doorway.Fuck. Me. This roomie shit is hard and now so am I—again. Twelve months of no pussy zeros in on Piper in a tank and the female version of plaid boxers, short enough to show cheek as she bends to put a sweater in the bottom drawer of her dresser. She stands, throwing her head back on a high note. I can’t help but smile as she hits Sting’s pitch to perfection and then twists to gather the last garment from the laundry basket.Piper’s engrossed in her music and doesn’t notice me leaning against the doorframe so I cross my arms and watch the show as it moves into “I need a Hero”.“Nice moves, sunshine,” I murmur when she turns and her tits bounce through the dance. This is good shit.Her head snaps up and she stumbles to the nightstand to switch off her Blu-ray speaker.“Don’t stop on my account. That was better than a lap dance.”“Oh, my God. Don’t you know how to knock?” She grabs a pillow from her bed, hugging it to her torso.My grin grows. “I’ve seen your tits. You think hiding them from me will dissuade my imagination?”Her gaze narrows in on mine, but then it flicks down to my abs and lower to my stiff cock. No shower in the world could kill that boner. She closes her eyes, but her accelerated breath moves the pillow up and down. Good, I like the direction she’s headed.
“How long . . . You’re trying . . .” She bites her bottom lip.
I nod. “Like so irritating you could tie me up? Because I might like that with you. Or, we can role play? I’ve got this fantasy.”
Her mouth falls open and then she swings the pillow and clocks me in the ear, a sneak attack that takes me off guard. I don’t know if I should be pissed at the assault or thrilled as my predatory nature wakes from sleep. The second hit lands on my hip. I snarl and size up my prey, at the same time stealing away her weapon. She pants and the tits I dream about heave, drawing my attention to the hard knots of her nipples straining against the fabric.
I stalk toward her. “You sure about this, sunshine?”
“I’ve got a good arm, Popeye. You scared?”
I stop and glare at her. “What did you call me?”
She laughs and chucks a pillow at my head. “Popeye the sailor . . .” she croons.
Oh, fuck no.
I advance. She retreats—singing. God is she hot, toned muscles, tanned skin, curves in every goddamn right place. And it hits me like a ton of feather pillows. I’m falling in love with Piper Stevens. The desperate ache in my cock is a pressing issue, but so is hearing her laugh and seeing her teasing smile every day. I want her voice to fill these walls until they crumble, even when the song is about me eating my spinach. This has moved beyond possession and into a dark cavern I’ve yet to explore. By the heavy lurch of my heart I’m not sure it’s ready to let her in. But I’m pretty sure that’s what happens. I’m going to share this piece of me and she’ll do the same. Together we’ll steady our pulse. Goddamn, the thought unleashes a primal instinct to claim her, take her, make it so no other man will ever have her again.
But first I’m going to wipe that grin off her face and make her scream. My initial pillow strike misses as she lobs to the left. The second hits her square over the head. Her eyes flare and then narrow and I can tell the minute tactical thought gives way to a frantic need to conquer her target. She misses a lyric and attacks in reckless swings. I’m trained in the art of war and in a minute, I chase her over the bed and to the other side of the room with quick snaps to the back of her thighs and a crack to her ass.
She twirls with indignation, gripping her backside and I drop my weapon. One arm around her waist, the other on her nape, I haul her against my chest and slam my mouth on hers.
Sweet Jesus she kisses me without hesitation, sucking my tongue into her mouth on a groan. We go deep, long open licks I use to punish her for singing that fucking song. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to pin her against the wall, peel off her shorts and fuck her into an apology. I’ll save that for later.
I tap her ass and help to wrap her legs around my waist and it’s the best, most natural place for her to be. When she wiggles into position, she slides down against my straining dick and I almost shoot my load. I moan and tug her hair, peeling her away to find her flushed skin, watch her lowered lids flutter against her cheeks as I rub the throbbing head of my cock against her pussy through fine layers of cotton.
I’m a military mom so anything that is military related I’m sure to read. With that said after I read the synopsis to Sound of Silence I immediately wanted my hands on it. Once I finally got it could not put the book down. It’s filled with sorrow, heartache, joy, suspense and second chances – ohhhh and Caden Lawless (FYI please to the military God’s in heaven can you send one to my door). What this story also had that absolutely blew me away was how this author handled PTSD.
Caden and Justin friendship was one of brotherhood, loyalty and each always having each others back. On a mission that goes wrong Justin loses his life but makes Caden promise to take care of his finance and unborn child. I have to admit Caden steals the show right from the start, he only met Piper once but the second time he sets his on eyes on her, he wanted to do what any alpha dominant male would – Claim her.
Piper and Justin’s relationship was 4 weeks into the making which landed with a proposal and a baby on the way. She was immediately taking with Justin’s bad boy ways, looks and charms. She never imagined he’d die along with all the promises of a future. Being pregnant and alone for months Piper never expected to see Caden at her door step or the feelings she experienced when she saw him.
This story was hot. Seriously the attraction and chemistry between Caden and Piper was crazy hot but neither acted on it. I loved the slow build up, it was a pleasant torture that kept me wanting more. As Caden keeps his vow to Justin to be there for Piper and his child, the two slowly begin to heal. The progression and transformation of their relationship was well written it wasn’t rushed nor did it leave out how important Justin was to both of them.
Caden suffers from PTSD and I felt the author tied that into the story very well. We see first hand how his flashbacks often interfere with his daily life. I’ve heard stories but seeing how it can happen at any moment and it’s severity shed new light on this topic.
I also loved how we got to see Pipers love and dedication to Justin when we get to read her letters to him. I’m not even going to mention Cadens communication with Justin even though he’s dead. Caden and Pipers relationship was one that brought about a balance between the two and each found a place that they belonged. This story was emotional and I wasn’t prepared for all the emotions I’d feel well reading this story. The book was beautifully written. It’s definitely one everyone needs to read.