Battleborn is my dip in to Military laced romance. Dealing with themes like PTSD and being a survivor it is not everyone's love story but it is someone's. It is just shy of 49k and full of hope and some twists you may not expect. So strap in and enjoy the read.

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Caitlin Colten has everything to look forward to.

She's 19, starting college in the fall at her first choice school and has the love of two wonderful parents.

She should be on cloud 9, but not all is what it seems for this All American Girl.

She is the survivor of rape. All those involved have been held accountable, but her heart and mind are still affected daily by its aftermath.

Her father hopes his new position will bring the stability she needs.

Can Caitlin overcome her trauma and find herself again or will she fall victim to the traps of her own body and mind once more?



When I opened the door, he was fumbling on the side of the bed. I realized he was reaching for his prosthetic.

“You don’t have to do that, you know.”

He sighed, pulling the blanket across his lap, covering himself. “I thought it would be weird.”

“Maybe a little, but this is you.” I approached the bed.

“What did you want? Is everything okay?”

I crawled across the length of the bed so I was kneeling behind him as he sat on its edge. “I thought, perhaps…” I licked his ear and he lifted his head with a low groan, turning toward me. His hand laced up into my hair as my lips sought his.

“Caitlin.” He moaned, as he pushed back and I straddled him.

“I’ve been thinking about this for hours.” I smirked, pulling my bag up to us. “I even brought provisions for the occasion.” I pulled out a string of condoms and his eyes went wide.

“Caitlin, I-” He pushed me back. “I don’t know if I can. To be honest, it’s an issue for me.”

I sat back on his thighs, the condoms in my hand. “We will work through it. I’ve seen you get hard for me, so I know we can manage it.” I pulled off my top, revealing my large, bare breasts to him. They bounced slightly from the action and he laughed.

“Those are nice.” His mouth was on me instantly, his hands working the firm flesh, giving me chills as I held his head, letting him have ample access. His tongue traced my silver dollar sized areolas, making my nipples hard and extra sensitive, as he tugged with his teeth playfully. I ground my pelvis against him, and I could feel my wetness as it built up with every gyration.

“Oh God, you’ve got me so horny.” I dug my nails into the back of his head. “I need that tongue on my clit, right now.”

He snickered, pushing me back as he grabbed my shorts and pulled the drawstring, teasingly slow. Then he grabbed them and slid them off of me, leaving me in just my panties. As I opened my legs and the air hit my pussy, I felt another awesome chill.

“Oh, please,” I begged as he slid me down his thighs, lifting my legs over his arms. I could feel his breath on me and it was making me crazy. My head was on the bed as his fingers grazed me through the thin cotton fabric.

“You like this?” He asked, inches from me now.

“I’ll like it more when I can’t hear you.” I pushed up off the bed, forcing my body to connect with his. In seconds, heat and slick, thick tongue were inside me.

“Yes! Fuck, that’s the spot,” I called out, grasping the bed sheets as he found my clit. Flicking and sucking as his fingers worked me. He drank me up, full on kissing my aching and needing muscles, pulling an orgasm from me that rendered me utterly speechless.

“Are you okay?” he asked when I didn’t speak for a few minutes.

As I lay there panting, I could feel his cock twitching beneath me, dancing and lifting me, teasing. Oh God, how I needed that inside of me. I sat up on my elbows, looking at him from between my lifted knees.

“Make love to me?” I reached out to him and he nodded, pulling me up to his chest. He pushed the blanket aside and I was pleased to find that he was already nude and… Holy Hell, huge!

“Oh well, well.” I grasped his rigid cock in my hands as he reached for the condoms.

“I was gonna warn you.”

“I think I can work it out, or rather, in.” I chuckled. “We’ll just go slow and easy… For both of us, I think that’ll be better.”

“If not torturous.”

You may wonder what it was that made me write about PTSD, well I’ve got a brother in the military and friends too, I’ve heard the stories and had first hand accounts of those soldiers who came home, not quite right. Yet I didn’t want to write a horror tale of what it can be like to live with PTSD, ,I wanted to show what it’s like coping, coming out the other side, that it is possible, that there is hope and that when two people who have been through Hell and are still working through that darkness sometimes all it takes is for someone to sit in it with us who understands. If you or someone you love had or may be suffering from PTSD, there is HOPE, there is HELP. You are not alone, there are those who know... Who have been where you have, are where you are…