Chapter 28 Ghost
GHOST
I wasn’t sure what made me do it. Maybe it was her selflessness, or her unwavering love for someone who didn’t always deserve it.
But when I was sure of a decision, I never hesitated.
And as I watched my little firefly stare up at me with those big, beautiful chocolate eyes of hers, I knew I made the right decision.
I watched her slowly smile up at me.
It was like she was seeing me for the first time. I guess in a way, she was. I tilted my head as her eyes roamed over my face, the tightness of my scars on the lower half of my face on full display for her. She reached up a trembling hand. I watched the motion with my eyes.
She allowed her thumb to slide across the scars extending from the corners of my mouth.
I figured she’d want a detailed explanation of how I got my scars. I would have given it to her, too. It wasn’t a pretty story. There was no way I could sugarcoat some of the tortures I experienced during my time in the military.
But instead, all she did was roll us over.
Until she straddled my lap.
She giggled softly as I pushed myself upright, my back leaning against the headboard. I grinned at her, feeling my scars contract in a way that showed just a smidge of my teeth whenever I smiled.
Her gaze dropped to them before those beautiful brown orbs of hers slid back to my own eyes.
“You okay?” I asked.
She cupped my face in her hands. “I’m more than okay, Ghost.”
And as if she had a point to prove, she leaned in with those unmarred lips of hers and pressed them against my scraggly ones.
She was so sweet. So tender. Soft all over with a strength that belied her innocent, doe-eyed stare. She was sunshine stuffed into an amber bottle, and I was helpless to pop the top just to take a sniff.
I’d never been good with abating my curiosity.
Her tongue lapped across the jagged slit of my lips, and I opened for her.
I felt her hands exploring, running down my chest as her hips started a mindless ministration that pulled my cock straight to attention.
I growled as my hands gripped her waist. I slid them up and down her sides, not knowing what to touch first.
But goddamn it, when she did that sucking thing, wrapping her lips around my tongue, I was a fucking goner.
“Fucking hell, firefly,” I snarled before I lifted her without a care in the world.
It didn’t take much finagling before our pants were off our legs. I perched myself on the edge of the bed, settling her back into my lap. Her forehead touched against mine. For the first time, I felt like I was breathing her air instead of her breathing mine.
“You are wondrous,” I whispered as I kissed down her neck.
She whimpered as I ground my aching cock against her damp panties. “I want to feel you, Gee.”
And she sure as fuck didn’t have to tell me twice.
Her arms and legs wrapped around me as I slid those useless panties of hers off to the side. I wanted to tear them off her body and rip them to shreds, but she had enough of her things destroyed. I was careful with the seams. Careful with my touches.
I felt the tip of my cock pop inside of her body.
“Oooooh,” she groaned as her head fell to my shoulder.
I bucked and sank the rest of my length inside of her dripping wet heat.
“Fuck,” I hissed as my hands slid down her back.
To cup those gloriously soft ass cheeks of hers.
“Just hang on, little firefly,” I muttered in her ear as her arms slid around my neck. “I’ve got you.”
I raised her up like she weighed nothing and slid her back down my length. Her walls pulsed, and she awarded me with a choked sound I hadn’t heard from her yet. I swiveled my hips, feeling that little clit of hers throbbing as it tried to poke out for some attention.
“I gotcha,” I whispered as I raised her up and brought her back down.
“Ooooh, fuck,” she groaned into the crook of my neck.
I liked feeling her there.
My mask robbed me of that before.
I nibbled on her ear as she squirmed for me. I kept a slow, steady pace. Lifting her up and sliding her back down, until her juices were damn near dripping down my balls. So my little firefly liked it slow as well as fast.
I could do that.
“Mine,” I snarled before I flipped us over and tossed her legs over my head.
“Gee!” she gasped as I lined myself up at her entrance again.
“Eyes on me.”
Those beautiful brown eyes of hers widened as I slammed my cock back into her pillowy pussy. It clamped down onto me like a vice as her eyes rolled back into her head.
I didn’t like that.
So I gripped her jaw, and those eyes came rolling back.
“I said eyes on me, firefly.”
Watching those half-hooded eyes work to keep themselves on me was a pleasure all on its own.
She moaned like a dog in heat, and I was helpless to the sounds that I pulled from her.
I pounded against her, the sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin filling the air around us before I slowed my pace and backed her away from the edge.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” she chanted quickly.
Breathlessly.
“Use your words, Jaz,” I said with a grin.
She raked her nails down my clothed chest. “Please, Gee. I… I just… please.”
I paused with my length halfway out of her. “Please, what?”
She tried to buck her hips and swallow me whole, but I moved backward a bit more. She kicked her legs helplessly, and I heard them flopping back to the bed as her hands grabbed at my shirt.
“Goddamn it, let me come, asshole,” she hissed.
She crashed our lips together in a searing kiss.
There’s my firefly.
I linked our fingers together and pinned her hands over her head.
My body moved in time with hers as I gazed down at her, committing everything to memory.
The way she looked trying to focus on me.
The way her eyes caressed my scars with empathy instead of disgust. The way she moaned for me. The way her skin flushed.
She was perfect.
And I was never letting her go.
“Mine,” I snarled as I captured her lips one last time.
“Yours,” she whimpered down the back of my throat.
We moved with one another until we both fell over the edge.
The clamp of her pussy drew my balls into my body, and I was a goner.
The room spun. It tilted around me, and for a moment, all went black.
An orgasm so hard that I thought I wasn’t going to be able to see straight afterward crashed over me, and I felt her drenching me with her own mark.
Goddamn it, I loved that she was a squirter.
It was like her body wanted so badly to mark me as much as I wanted to mark her.
I collapsed on top of her, and she threw her arms haphazardly around me. I felt her shivering beneath me, but every time I went to move, she tightened her grip.
“Just a few more minutes,” she whispered.
So I nuzzled down against her.
Then something unexpected happened. Something I hadn’t felt in years. Something I never thought I’d feel again. Lying there next to her, seeing her safe, seeing her pliant with pleasure, settled something inside of me. Something that had raged since the war, long after my discharge.
Long after I coped with the ugliness of my life.
My body grew heavy with a need for sleep. Lying there on top of her, with my body melding to hers, a heaviness drew my eyes closed.
Was this really going to happen?
Would I survive the nightmares?
“Sleep, Gee,” my little firefly whispered. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”
And her reassurance was the last little bit my body needed to succumb to the darkness.
I wasn’t sure how long I slept. I wasn’t sure if she slept.
I wasn’t sure of anything, to be honest. All I knew was that when my eyes fluttered open, I felt her body pressed to mine.
My cock had long since dwindled, and the crusted mess of the sheets beneath us wafted up a scent that flared my nostrils beneath my mask.
We stayed like that for a while, her curves pressed to mine as my hands mindlessly wandered.
She yawned as she wiggled back against me, that precious little ass of hers caressing the heat of my cock.
I wanted nothing more than to turn her over, pull that ass into the air, and—
“Gee?”
I used her shoulder to nuzzle up my mask before I kissed her bare shoulder. “Yeah, Jaz?”
She wiggled around in my grasp until she faced me, her beautiful eyes searching mine. “Thank you for giving me the ability to look in on my father.”
I smiled softly as I brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead. “It’s the least I can do. Did you get any sleep?”
She smiled a sleepy, dopey little smile that tugged at my heart. “The best.”
Her lips puckered, and I dropped mine to hers.
And while our lips were connected, I turned onto my back, pulling her with me until her body was the one sloshed on top of mine.
Her hair sprawled out everywhere. Her limbs, tired and resting against me in all sorts of positions.
I felt the hammering of her heart against my skin, because at some point in time I came out of my shirt.
Revealing the rest of the scars I got during my time in the marines.
She didn’t flinch, though. She just laid there, tracing them with her fingers. Like she wanted to memorize their patterns.
“Did you get all of these on the same tour?” she asked softly.
I grabbed her hand that was tracing them and brought it to my lips, kissing her knuckles. “If I tell you, we have to get one thing straight.”
“Okay?”
My eyes found hers as she perched on top of me. “You’re mine.”
She didn’t immediately react, and that had me worried.
“You’re mine to cherish, mine to protect, and mine to enjoy.
I will track you so long as we are together.
You will never spend another second alone, even if you are physically alone.
I will always have eyes on you, somehow, in some way.
But you will never be alone again, so long as you want to be mine in return. ”
Her eyes watered over, and for a moment, I thought she was going to reject me.
Until she pressed her lips to mine like it was nothing.
“I’d love nothing more than to be yours,” she whispered.
“Then, no,” I said as I ran my fingers through her beautiful, yet tangled hair, “I didn’t get all of them on one tour.”
She settled her chin on my chest. “Will you tell me about them sometime? I mean, you don’t have to talk about the ones on your face, but the ones on your chest?”
“Got some on my back, too.”
Her eyes widened, and it only made me chuckle.
“I’ll tell you any story you want, so long as you understand that they’re not pretty stories,” I said.
She just shrugged. “They’re part of you. I want to know them if they’re part of you.”
I brushed my fingers mindlessly through her hair. “I got my Glasgow scars during my last deployment before my medical discharge.”
I paused and waited for her to react in any sort of way, but she didn’t. All she did was give space for my words.
I touched a part of me that had never been touched before.
“We lost everyone on that deployment,” I muttered as the memories threatened to undo me right there beneath her. I stared up hard at the ceiling. “I’d fallen asleep at my post, and the enemy had breached the front gate. I didn’t even realize—”
I felt her lips kiss the scars along my chest, and it loosened my tightening lips.
“I didn’t even realize my people were in trouble until it was too late. And when I left my post and realized the damage that was already done, I blacked out. There’s so much of it that I don’t remember. So many bodies that I dropped. They gave me a medal for it, so it must’ve been a sight. But…”
“I’ve got you,” she whispered as she nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck.
I threaded my fingers into her hair and turned her head so that I could kiss those perfect, unblemished lips of hers.
I’d never understand how she tolerated kissing me.
“But,” I whispered before I kissed the tip of her nose, “when my memories kick in again, I’m on my knees among the ruins of base.
Somehow in my quest to annihilate everyone that had breached base, they captured me.
The pain of the first scar is what drew me back to reality.
But it wasn’t until after they had twisted me around to carve the second scar into the other side of my mouth that I was at an angle to pull one of their guns off their hips.
Ended up giving their brains the pleasure of knowing what sand felt like. ”
“My God, Gee,” she said breathlessly.
I nuzzled my nose into her hair. “Sorry, my little firefly. I know that was graphic.”
She just shook her head. “It’s what you went through, there’s no need to be sorry, Gee. I’m sorry you ever had to go through it.”
I wasn’t sure how in the hell I didn’t hear the footsteps that approached my clubhouse room. I always heard everyone coming and going. But I didn’t even realize someone was at my fucking door until I heard a massive knock.
Just a singular knock.
Before a familiar voice.
“Church in ten,” Cap said before I heard him swaggering away.
Man, this woman had really gotten to me if I couldn’t even clock footsteps around us any longer.
I’d have to do something about my attention span after sex.
Either that or find more private areas for sex.
“All right,” I said with a grunt as I sat up with her still leaned against me, “I gotta find my shirt.”
“Booooo,” she said playfully as she buried her face into my shoulder, “shirts are no fun.”
I snickered as I held her to me, peering over the edge of the bed. “Ah, there it is.”
“Will you be back soon?”
I lifted my gaze back to her face before grabbing her hair, tilting her lips to mine, and crashing our mouths together.
Feeling her give to me was something I’d never get over.
Feeling the way she melted into me with the slide of my tongue along the roof of her mouth was infatuating. She was so responsive to me.
I craved that.
“Be back soon,” I whispered against her lips before I rolled her over, tucking her into bed.
I got up, slipped on my boots, and headed for the basement of the clubhouse.