CHAPTER EIGHTEEN #2
I crawl over her, spreading her legs with my knees and taking my cock in my fist. I swirl the head through her wetness, brushing in circles around her clit.
She moans.
I continue the circles, then finally dip the crown of my dick between her folds. I drag it up and down until she bucks against me.
“Do you want my dick, beautiful girl?”
“Yes. Fuck me,” she begs, her legs splayed wide, offering herself to me. I hover over her entrance, aligning my hips between her thighs. Her legs clamp around me, locking tight, and I thrust deep.
She gasps at the sensation, and I try to remember she said she hasn’t had a man since Ryan, and that was almost six years ago.
I watch my dick move in and out of her slick pussy, mesmerized by how perfectly she takes me. She clamps tight on me, and my eyes flick to hers.
“Do that again,” I growl, stroking in and out slowly.
When she does, I can’t help but warn her. “Gonna take my time with you, angel.”
She moans and lifts her hips, taking every thrust I give. I lock my hands on her waist and hold her where I want her, then thrust deeper and faster until her breasts bounce as I pound into her over and over.
I bring one hand down to brush her clit with my thumb until she’s bucking against my touch.
“You close?” I ask, and she nods, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.
After another minute, I growl. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my dick.”
She does instantly, completely obeying my command.
She muffles her cries with the back of her hand, her teeth sinking into her flesh and moaning.
I keep at her until I draw every last shudder from her body, then I grab her hips and slam deep one last time, exploding into orgasm and roaring through gritted teeth.
With my energy drained, my shoulders drop, and I settle over her, my weight on my elbows. My head hangs, my breathing labored.
I trail my lips along her collarbone, up her neck to her ear. “Christ, baby. That was fucking amazing.”
She’s breathing hard, too, but she manages a giggle. “Definitely. Five fucking stars.”
I shake with laughter, then fall to my back next to her. “I’d tickle you, funny girl, but I’m too exhausted right now. I drag her body against mine and press a kiss to her forehead.
We rest like that for a long time, both of us staring at the ceiling. My arm is looped around her, and I stroke her breast. I can’t get enough of touching her. I play with her nipple.
“That tickles,” she whispers, shaking.
“Yeah? But you’re gonna lie there and let me play, aren’t you?”
She starts to wrestle with me, but it’s a fight she can’t win. I lean over her, pinning one shoulder and arm, then pin the other wrist to the bed with one hand and continue playing with the other, soft tickling touches.
I love watching her breasts quiver and her nipples stand at attention like they’re seeking more. “Look at that pretty nipple. It wants my mouth.”
She giggles. “It does.”
“But how badly?” I ask.
She arcs a brow. “So, you’re a tease, huh?”
“You’re just now figuring that out? I want that pussy wet for me all night long. Gonna keep you dripping wet and make you come again and again.”
She laughs, and I put my mouth on her nipple, sucking hard until her body responds. I slip a hand between her legs to find the proof.
“Look at that, your body is already wet for me.”
She smiles. “It’s responding to your words. Apparently it likes when you take control and talk dirty.”
“Oh, baby girl, we’re gonna get along fine, you and me. We were made for each other.”
After another exhausting bout of sex, I tuck her against my side and stroke her back. Her heated skin pressed to mine feels like heaven, but I stare at the ceiling, hoping I didn’t just fuck everything up between us. I’m afraid this was too soon for her.
“Can I ask you something, Cody?”
“You can ask me anything, honey.”
Her next words surprise me.
“Tell me about the day Ryan died.”
I swallow. “You sure you want to hear it?”
“I need to. For five years I’ve tried to let him go. I think that’s the missing piece. The military doesn’t give many details.”
“All right.” I stroke her arm, my mind going back to that horrible day.
“I was supposed to relieve him of gate duty, but I was late. I was actually jogging across the open space when the first shots rang out. I watched in horror as four guys were cut down before anyone could respond and take out the shooter. I hit the dirt and reached for my weapon, but by then, the guy was down. I scrambled to my feet and took off running toward Ryan. I cradled him in my arms, but he was already gone.” I squeeze her tight.
“I’m so sorry. It should have been me. I should have been the one standing at that gate. Not him.”
I feel her tears hit my bare chest and wonder if she can ever forgive me. I took so much from her.
“It’s not your fault, Cody. You didn’t kill him.”
“Didn’t I?”
She surges to a sitting position and smacks my chest hard.
“No. You didn’t. Don’t say that again.”
I rub the spot, knowing I deserve it. “Hit me again.”
“What?”
“Hit me again. Get it out. Get it all out. Only way either of us gets past this.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Hit me, Heather. Do it.”
“Stop.”
“Hit me again.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Shut up.”
“Get mad, Heather.”
“You’re making me mad. Stop it.”
“I killed him. He’s dead because of me. I’m the reason your life went to hell.”
She finally slaps my face. “Don’t say that again.” Then she collapses on my chest in sobs. “I’m so sorry.”
I hold her close, hoping somehow getting it out in the open will help us both.
I stroke her back until her tears stop.
“Can you stay with me tonight?” she whispers.
My stroking hand slows at her words. “What about Tucker? Will he wake up and run to his mom?”
“No. He sleeps like a log. Once he’s out, he’s out.”
“What time does he wake up?”
“Around six.”
“Then I’ll be gone by five.”
“Okay.”
“Go to sleep, baby.”
And she does, falling into a deep sleep almost immediately.
I on the other hand, stay awake, staring at the ceiling and worrying I’ve fucked up.
I don’t want her thinking she owes me sex in exchange for fixing her car or her damn sink.
I don’t want her to think I’m like every other guy who’s probably hit on her in the last five years.
I should have waited, gone slow, taken her out a bunch of times first. Instead, I fuck her the first night she invites me over. How original.
Words are a dime a dozen. It’s actions that count.
I may be off to a bad start, but I swear to myself, I’m going to show her just how important she is to me.