Chapter 38
SAMANTHA
Islid down his legs enough to push his shirt up. He sat up and lifted his arms. I pulled it over his head and tossed it to the floor. My hands spread over his chest and over the tats. “What’s this one?” I asked.
It was a date over his heart. There was no context. Nothing. “It’s the day I got my scars.”
“The day your friend died,” I said.
“Yes.”
I leaned forward and kissed the spot on his chest. My mouth moved over his neck and sucked on the hot skin. He smelled of aftershave and his own unique scent. I didn’t know if it was my heightened sense of smell or what, but I was so turned on.
After covering his chest, neck, and shoulders with wet kisses, I slid down his body once again.
I pulled his briefs down. He lifted his hips and let me pull them off.
I looked at the man’s gorgeous body and was pretty sure I was the luckiest lady on the planet.
I reached for his erection and gently stroked.
I slid my hand up and down. He groaned and rubbed my thighs where I straddled him.
“Baby, please,” he grunted.
I knew what he was asking. I loved teasing him and making him beg just a little.
I looked up and found him watching me. I slowly smiled before bending forward and wrapping my mouth around him.
My heavy breasts brushed over his thighs.
The hair on his legs tickled the overly sensitive flesh.
I moved my mouth and hips together. I rubbed against his leg and pleasured myself while pleasuring him.
“Don’t stop,” he groaned. “Fuck, you’re way too good at this.”
I moaned with his cock halfway down my throat. The vibration sent him into a tailspin. His hands ran through my hair, tugging and pulling.
“Sam,” he grunted. “Sam. Stop.”
He pulled me off him and threw me to my back.
He was frantic and pulled off my shorts and panties in one swoop.
His hand pushed my legs open and a moment later he was pushing inside me.
I cried out and arched against him. He reached under me and pulled me against him.
He held me close while making love to me.
It wasn’t a hurried joining. With his arms around me, he rolled to his back.
Once again, I was straddling him. “Ride me,” he whispered.
I slid down his length once again. I pushed against his chest and leaned back with my face pointing to the ceiling. I rolled my hips and rode him slow and low. His hands massaged my breasts. I dropped my head and looked at him below me.
“I love you,” I said. The words came out of nowhere. It was true. I did love him.
He reached for me and pulled me down for a kiss. “I love you.”
He held me against him while our bodies slowly moved together.
When the orgasm hit, it was a powerful slow roll.
He kissed me once again. I slid off him and tucked my body against his.
I didn’t want to ruin the moment with words just then.
My heart felt full. I had never felt so close to anyone in my entire life.
Making love to a man I loved was a soul-moving experience. It was more than just an orgasm.
“Did you mean it?” he asked.
“Yes. Did you?”
“I did. I’m not going to pretend I fully understand the weight of the word, but it’s what I feel. It’s in my heart. I’ve never felt like this about anyone else. This is love.”
“You’re not afraid it’s too fast?” I asked.
“Woman, I’m a jet pilot, I don’t do slow,” he teased. “Is it too fast for you? I’m not sure how to slow down, but I can sure as hell try.”
“No,” I said. “It’s fast, but it doesn’t feel fast. It feels right. I’ve been waiting to meet you my whole life. I think that’s why everything just clicked. You’re the one for me. I didn’t know it when I saw you. Quite the opposite.”
“The opposite?”
“I’ve been around pilots before,” I told him. “I’ve been around Navy and Air Force guys. Pilots have a certain air about them that has always been a repellent for me.”
“Until you met me.” He chuckled. “I’m irresistible.”
“You’re something.” I laughed. “I don’t know. I saw you and I was like, there’s trouble. That man is in the no-fly zone. I have never messed around with someone I work with. You corrupted me.”
“I’m going to do a lot more than corrupt you,” he teased with his mouth nuzzling my neck. “When I saw you, I wasn’t quite so dismissive.”
“What do you mean?”
“I wanted to have you,” he stated. “It was just a fact. I saw you, I wanted you. I honestly didn’t think you’d give me the time of day.”
“I didn’t at first,” I reminded him.
“But I wore you down.” He laughed.
“And knocked me up.”
“Damn, I so want to beat my chest.” He sighed.
“Are you happy for real?” I asked him. “I know you’re happy but are you also maybe just a little disappointed your reckless, playboy ways are coming to an end?”
“Not even a little,” he answered. “I am happy. My ways were really my only option. How else was I going to be? I didn’t want to be with a military chick.
That would cause its own problems. I don’t really know how to be normal.
I live and breathe jet fuel all day. My world is what I do.
I don’t know how to make small talk. The women I go out with don’t give a shit about what I do.
They think it’s cool and there’s probably some of them that are all about the bragging rights.
They don’t actually want me. It’s just sex.
With you, I felt something different. That first morning after, you crushed my soul a little when you said we couldn’t see each other again. ”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I really didn’t think you would be interested. I’m not exactly the kind of woman I pictured a man like you with.”
“Because you bought into the stereotype,” he said.
“Because that’s what you put out there.”
“True. I’ve been called a cactus on more than one occasion. It’s just been easier to keep people at arm’s length. After losing William, I didn’t want to know that kind of pain again.”
“I guess we’ve both been holding back out of fear of losing another person close to us,” I said softly. “Can you tell me about your family?”
He let out a long breath. “I don’t have one. Obviously, I did, but I don’t now. I have a brother, but I haven’t talked to him in years. I don’t even know where he is.”
“Your parents?”
“My dad ran off shortly after my little brother was born. My mom coped with whatever substance she could find to make her forget. She ODed when I was seventeen. My little brother was thirteen. My aunt was supposed to take us in, but I was basically an adult. She didn’t want to mess with a cocky kid with a chip on his shoulder.
She signed off on the paperwork and I went straight into the Navy.
My brother followed in my mother’s footsteps.
I tried to keep up with him, but with me being deployed and out of service a lot, we just kind of lost touch.
My aunt passed away about five years ago.
I didn’t bother going to the funeral. I don’t know if he did either. ”
“Were you close when you were younger?” I asked.
“When he was really young, we were. I was always trying to look out for him and I did my best to try and raise him, but it was like he’d given up on having a productive life when he was about ten. He’d been in trouble a lot. Last I heard, he was out on one of those fishing boats in Alaska.”
“Wow,” I said. “You’ve had a lot of loss in your life.”
“I never really had them to lose them, if you know what I mean. I barely remember my father. My mom was never really a mom. She paid the rent and put food on the table for a while. Then she just became the lady that lived in the house. I can honestly say I can’t even remember having a conversation with her.
My little brother was the same way. We were people living in the same house and that was it. ”
My heart ached for him. I had a much better understanding of him. He truly didn’t think he had anyone that would miss him if he died. His family had abandoned him long ago. “Has your dad ever tried to reach out?” I asked.
“No clue,” he said. “That’s the benefit of being in the military. I’m pretty much untraceable. When I went into the service, I walked away from that life. I stepped into a new life and started using my middle name.”
“What’s your first name?”
He groaned. “No.”
“Come on, I’m going to have your baby. I get to know your first name.”
“Robert,” he said.
“That’s not bad,” I replied.
“I don’t feel like a Robert. Or a Rob. They all called me Robby. I like Mitch. Robby is dead. This life is the one I made for myself.”
“Okay,” I whispered and kissed his face. “I guess our child is going to be a little light in the grandparents, aunts, and uncles departments. No cousins. Just us and my dad.”
“And Medusa. Watch Dog. Honcho. Hell, I bet even PitA will be an honorary uncle. The Blue Angels are my family. We might not all get to be together next year, but we’ll always be family.”
“I like the sound of that,” I said. “You made your own family. We’ll make a whole new family together.”
“I feel bad that I don’t have more to offer my child,” he said. “No real money to speak of. No family. Just me.”
“Just you is all it’s going to need,” I assured him. “We are going to give this baby the childhood we didn’t have. I am forbidding either of us from dying until this child is old and gray. Then we can peacefully go to our grave once our baby has a family of its own.”
“You forbid it, huh?” He laughed.
“I do.”
“Well I know I would certainly not want to go against you,” he said. He reached down and pulled the blanket over us. “I did that once. Won’t be doing it again. This baby better be a quick learner or it’s going to know the wrath of Hurricane Sam.”
I groaned and covered my face. “Is that really what they’re calling me?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“No.” I sighed and rested my head against his chest. “I guess I have no one to blame but myself. And you. This baby inside me must be full of your hot temper. My hormones are out of control. It’s the little spawn of Mitch in my belly. It’s making me reckless.”
“Sure, blame my baby.” He laughed.
“I’m going to have to be on my best behavior for the last shows,” I said. “I don’t want them thinking I’m always a raving lunatic.”
“Keeps them afraid of you,” he said. “A little healthy fear is a good thing. They’ll respect you. And I won’t have to worry about them mouthing off. They mouth off, and they’ll get to feel my wrath. So, you see, Hurricane Sam is a good thing.”
“You’re reasoning isn’t so sound, but I’ll go with it.”