Chapter 3
Alec
Quickly, I ran through what I had in my place.
Nothing much.
But fuck, the thought of her staying anywhere else tonight wasn’t okay with me.
Then I looked at her and asked, “Hungry?”
She nodded.
I made a hasty decision, as I nodded, then put the truck into reverse, backed out, and caught her looking at me.
I winked, “Been working. Haven’t been home in a while. There’s no food in the fridge. Food Lion is the only store open this time of night.”
When she nodded, I headed to the store.
Thankfully, even though we lived in a small town, we still had the essentials.
Pulling into the parking lot, I knew I was going to have to throw it in four-wheel drive to get out of here.
Seeing the snow falling, I pulled up to the entrance and said, “Go ahead in. I’ll go park and meet you inside.”
I saw something flash in her eyes, but before I could question it, she nodded, then climbed out and headed inside.
Once I was parked, I climbed out of the truck and made my way inside.
Now, like I said before, I didn’t take the time to explain about her, because it was getting cold.
But now... seeing her standing there, I finally got my chance to get a good look at her.
And what a good look it was.
Her long black hair was starting to curl at the ends, and I knew it was because of the snow.
It was long and silky, hanging down to her mid-back.
She had pieces that framed her face.
Yes, I knew what they were.
I was a man, but I wasn’t a stupid one.
She had a body made for sinning.
A curvaceous figure with the right number of curves.
Some men might call her fat, but I called her stunning.
There was something about having more to hold on to.
To grab it.
Fuck it.
Love it.
I had to stop.
I brought up an image of a mutilated... yeah, that got my hard on to go back down.
Then it was raring to go once again because I got her eyeing me as I made my way to her.
Those eyes of hers, fucking stunning.
They reminded me of a cat’s eyes. The perfect, unattainable green color.
Fucking cheshire-colored eyes.
Needing to get my hard-on to go back down, I tagged a cart, then looked at her, “Ready?”
She nodded.
Then we made our way through the store, and I noticed she was putting things in the cart in a separate location from where I was putting my things.
I lifted a brow at her as she put a pack of cheese in there, “What?”
“Why are you putting things in the cart separate from mine?”
She looked at me like I was stupid.
“Umm, I’m getting this stuff for my place.”
I nodded, “Yeah. And?”
“I plan to pay for it.” She said slowly.
That was when I got it.
And fuck. Me.
I hadn’t had a woman want to pay for her own stuff in years.
Well. Shit.
Then I blurted out my thought before I had time to pull it back, “Are you single?”
She chuckled, then nodded, “Yeah. You?”
I winked to hide how happy that made me, even though I hadn’t meant to ask her that, and then I blurted out, “Single as a pringle.”
She laughed.
We got everything we needed and then headed to check out.
I had to bite my tongue, so I didn’t laugh in her face.
She was growling as I was paying for everything.
Then she opened her mouth, and I cut her off, “Raised right. Deal with it, Trouble.”
She growled.
Fucking cute.
She was still growling after I asked her to wait with the cart at the entrance to the store.
And when I pulled up in front, threw the door open, I rounded the hood, and opened her door, “In you go.”
She froze, “You can’t honestly mean to load this up by yourself. It’s snowing.”
I winked, “I mean exactly that. In you go.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, and I chuckled, “I ain’t changing my mind.
” Then I looked up at the darkening sky, then I looked back down at her, “The longer you stand there waiting, the colder it’s going to get, and I know you’re hungry.
You get in the truck, I can get this done, get us home, and cook you dinner. ”
When she still didn’t move, I sighed, then I said, “Please. Your nose is getting red.”
She sighed, then said, “Fine.”
After she was in the truck, I got everything loaded up, returned the cart, and then got in the truck.
Funny, why in the world was my ass warm? That was when I glanced at the heated seat button and saw that it was on.
And so was the heated steering wheel.
I grinned, then I looked over at her, “Thank you.”
She huffed.
I chuckled, then yeah, locked my truck in four-wheel drive, and drove us home.
Yeah, you guessed it, she fought me on helping unload the groceries.
Once I had everything on the island, I tagged her hand and led her to my room, thanking my lucky stars I replaced the sheets on the bed before I left.
I flipped the light on in the bathroom and said, “Go ahead, get your shower. I’ll make dinner.”
She didn’t question me.
She just nodded.
I was in the kitchen making a quick meal of Hamburger Helper when I smelled her.
And.
Fuck.
Me.
Was that... fucking cupcakes?
I glanced over my shoulder and asked, “Is that cupcake?”
Her cheeks went pink, “Yeah, it’s my lotion. If I don’t apply lotion after I shower, my skin dries out.”
I nodded, then I said, “Well, since you sniffed the cab of my truck, it only seems right that I sniff the air now.”
She giggled, then she asked, “Is dinner about done?”
I nodded, “Yeah, can you keep it stirred while I take a quick shower?”
At her nod, I winked, and then bypassed her, sniffing as I went.
Her laughter followed me all the way to the bathroom.
And I had to do it.
I couldn’t help myself.
With the water beating down on my shoulders, I had my hand on my cock.
Rubbing it up and down, fisting it, squeezing hard, and then I heard, “Hey, Alec, it’s done.”
Sparks shot up my spine, and then with her voice alone, the orgasm I had been chasing, shot out of me at full force.
My cum splattered against the shower tile.
I rested my head on the wall and tried to catch my breath.
“Alec?” she called out.
No. Fucking. Way.
I just came.
There’s no fucking way her voice is causing it to get hard a-fucking-gain.
Now that... that’s never happened before.
Shit.
I shook my head, then called out, “Be right out.”
After I washed my cum off the wall, I turned the water off, dried off, and then got changed into a clean pair of boxers, pajama bottoms, and a t-shirt.
My body felt weird.
Any time I came home from missions, I walked around naked.
Having the constriction of clothes for months on end was a hell like no other.
But alas, that wasn’t an option tonight.
I headed out of my room and then to the kitchen and had to smile as Cassie sat on one of the barstools with two plates made.
She saw me coming and then said, “I didn’t know what you drank.”
I saw that she already had a can of pop next to her plate.
I winked, then tagged a bottle of water, and sat down beside her.
“You didn’t have to make me a plate, you know,” I told her as I tagged my fork and started eating.
She scrunched up her nose, “You’ve gone out of your way tonight to help me. It’s the least I can do.”
At my nod, we ate in silence, then I asked, “Do you need any help moving your stuff in tomorrow?”
She smiled, “I might need help with one thing. But everything else is small. I’ve got an order of stuff coming in two days.”
At my nod, we finished dinner.
And I wasn’t going to complain about the fact that we both cleaned up.
But I was complaining now.
Never had I met a woman who was so stubborn about manners.
“No, I’ll take the couch.” She said.
I shook my head, “No. This is another one of those things I will not budge on. The bedroom is the farthest room in the house. The couch is the closest entry point. I’ll be damned if I’m in there and something happens, and they hurt you before they hurt me.”
She eyed me warily, then she took in my place and hesitantly asked, “Are you in the military?”
I froze.
Then I asked, “Why do you ask that?”
She shrugged, “Your mannerisms. The almost empty place. And you said that you had been working and been away for a while. One plus one equals two.”
“Pleading the fifth,” I said.
Then I jerked my chin to the bedroom, “Go ahead, get some sleep.”
She stepped toward the hallway, then she shook her head, turned, and headed toward me.
Then I watched as she leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss on my cheek, “Thank you, Alec. Seriously.”
I winked at her.
Then yeah, I watched that fine ass of hers as she walked down the hall and to my bedroom.
I lay down on the couch and tagged my phone.
Hit Garrick’s name and typed out a text.
Me – Old Ford Taurus out on 27. Can you get it first thing in the morning? Fix it. Bill me?
Garrick – You’re back.
Me – Yeah. Drove into town about two hours ago.
Garrick – Would ask about the car, but I won’t.
Me – Appreciate it.
Then I locked my screen and closed my eyes.
The thing about being in the military, you learned to sleep anywhere, and like a light I was out.
But what I didn’t know was that someone had heard my nightmares and tried to wake me up.
But they only learned that I seemed to quit when they had their hand on me.
And I wouldn’t know until later that they had slept on the floor with their hand on me, all night long, until I stirred, and then they crept back to my room.
Operation FUBAR Text Thread
Hyde – We gotta go back.
Ice – Fuck me.
Me – Seriously?
Wolf – Yeah.
Jekyll – Fuck me.
Smoke – Kill me now.
Me – When?
Hyde – Three weeks.
Ice – Fuck.
Wolf – Fuck.
Smoke – Fuck.
Jekyll – Ugh.
Operation IDGAF Text Thread
Playboy – Fucking clusterfuck.
Stripe – Yeah. You can say that again.
King – You’d think they’d have their shit together.
Raptor – ......
Ripper – We work for Uncle Sam....
Sire – What he said.
Me – Yeah, we got the call too.
Playboy – You just missed seeing my face, didn’t you?
Me – Yeah, it was covered in dog shit.
Me – What was up with that?
Playboy – We don’t talk about that.
Stripe – The
King – Other
Raptor – Mission
Sire – He
Ripper – Laid
Stripe – Down
King – In
Raptor – A
Sire – Pile
Ripper – Of
Stripe – Dog
King – Shit.
Playboy – Go to hell.
Ripper – We’re in it.