Finding Us
Travis
I couldn’t wait to leave Creed’s. As soon as I got Wrenly in the car, I pulled her into me and kissed her like it had been years since our lips last met. “Get us home, Travis.” She begged in a whisper.
I quickly started the truck, then realized what she said. Home.
“Which place are we calling home tonight?” I glanced at her, and she was putting on her seatbelt, but paused to laugh.
“I guess it doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve got everything I need at your house and you’ve got what you need at mine. Just pick one.”
“Mines closer.” I threw the truck in reverse and turned around to drive out the long as hell paved driveway. She reached over to hold my hand, and I glanced at her to see a beautiful smile. I knew she was worried, so was I, but we agreed to put it out of mind for now. We should know something soon, and we couldn’t change it, whatever happened. I wasn’t going to be angry or sad either way. Wrenly was my world, and I decided to take what God gave us.
I knew we couldn’t just jump right in and change everything. I’d love to ask her to move into my place, but it was too soon. Unfortunately, we weren’t staying together every single night. She stayed at her own place on nights I had to be in the command center. We had to let things happen and not rush things. Things sped up after that night in the closet, but if that didn’t happen I don’t know that we would be sleeping together already. She had only been back in my life for a month, and I definitely would have tried to move slower, just to give us time to get to know each other again.
I lifted her hand and kissed it as I pulled out onto the main road. I noticed her eyes on me as I drove. When I glanced at her, I suddenly felt like a piece of meat. She was the lion about to pounce on me as she took off her seat belt.
“What are you doing?”
She was scooting over toward me, and I kept glancing between her and the road. A few memories hit me, ones that used to freak me the hell out.
You’ll be my first kiss. I was seven and it sounded gross.
Someday, when we’re married… Still seven.
What’s a blow job? I was nine, the fuck if I knew.
What is fisting, and can we play it? I was thirteen and could finally run faster than her.
What’s a clit and how do I find it?… Again, I was fourteen and could finally run faster than her. In fact, she might have been the reason I learned to run so fast. Huh, she saved my ass several times in the sandbox and she didn’t even know it.
She was biting on my earlobe and rubbing my cock, but I chuckled, and she stopped.
“What could possibly be so funny?” She asked.
I glanced at her and laughed. “You were a weird kid sometimes.”
She punched my arm. “What the hell, Travis?”
I laughed. “Do you remember the first time I ran, and you couldn’t catch me?”
She whimpered. “Why do you have to remember that kind of stuff?” She hid her face in her hands.
“Right, like I’m supposed to believe you’re embarrassed. You told on me that day and tried to get me in trouble because I ran from you and wouldn’t play. Your grandma was not happy with you at all.” I mocked her. “Grandma, Travis won’t let me fist him and he ran away from me.”
She pointed at me. “That was not how I said it, and it was not my fault! I heard it from some kids on the bus and they made it sound like a fun game, like arm wrestling. You know how competitive I am, Travis!”
“Your grandma called your dad crying.” I reminded her.
“They weren’t sad tears, she was laughing, and you were both jerks. Nobody would tell me what it was, and for some reason you looked scared. Thanks to you, my dad didn’t want to come home that night because he was scared I was going to ask him. I asked Google and wasn’t impressed with what I learned.”
I laughed. “You started with all that when we were still babies. You tried to kiss me when I was seven, Wrenly.”
She crossed her arms and huffed. “It’s not my fault you were always so cute.”
“By the time we were eight, you had our entire futures planned out.” I glanced at her, and she was smiling.
She sighed. “It was a beautiful future too.”
“What was it again? Something about me working in an office and I was the boss, while you stayed home with all the pets and babies.” I reminded her.
“No, you were going to play basketball on television, and I was going to love all the lost animals you found for me. Oh yeah, and I was going to have lots of babies. The office thing wasn’t supposed to happen until later, when you got fat and lost all your hair. Didn’t you ever think about our futures when we were that little?”
I glanced at her. “I was a kid, boys don’t think like that, Wrenly. The thing I thought about the future most was what we were going to have for lunch. Especially when your grandma was around, she even made me think about what was for supper.” I paused for a moment. “I do remember planning my escape route when you came over and started acting weird.”
She laughed. “Alright, I can’t blame you for that one.”
I lied, because I thought about her all the time. I couldn’t count how many times I dreamed about running away and taking her with me. I thought I had it all figured out. I’d somehow play basketball, or join a rodeo, I wasn’t sure, but she was always with me. Not as a girlfriend, as the girl that was my best friend. Even when I was seven or eight, I couldn’t imagine running away without her. She needed me and that made me feel big and strong. I always wanted to take care of her.
I put my hand on her leg, then squeezed it. “I need to talk to you about something.” I didn’t really want to, but I felt like she deserved a warning. I still wasn’t all that confident.
“Sure.” She laid her head on my shoulder.
“This stays between us, okay?”
She nodded. “Please don’t tell me you’re taking a mission already.”
I squeezed her leg. “Not for a million bucks. I’m not ready to be away from you. It has to do with my dating history. I’m only telling you this because it’s something that worries me.”
“O…kay.” She sounded a little paranoid.
“Do you remember when you asked me about the Originals last mission for Delta Force? The one where a woman was raped?”
She nodded. “Of course.”
Damn I hated talking about my dysfunction. I only told a few former girlfriends because it wouldn’t stay hard, and I told the therapist I saw in Clarity. Except the therapist got to hear the entire fucked up story, unlike the women of my past that experienced the disappointment of my failures. “Before that mission, well actually, I could take it back further. Girls were almost the last thing on my mind while I was incarcerated and again when I worked on that farm. I changed a lot, and needed to do some work on myself. I didn’t touch a girl again until I was out of basic training. I had a few wild years, but got bored quickly with it. So, I had a few short term girlfriends. As you know it’s hard to manage a relationship and special forces.” I pulled into my driveway.
“I’m more than aware.” She said.
“I told you I wasn’t assigned to that mission, but went in later with a rescue team.” I parked the truck in my garage.
“Yes, that’s what you said.” She yawned.
“When we talked about it, I didn’t tell you how much that mission impacted my life. Wrenly, that woman was Bolton.”
She tensed next to me. “Oh my God.” She whispered.
“That’s not all, we found a fourteen year old American girl that was kidnapped from her parents while on a missionary trip. Thankfully, we made it before she was also raped, but it had a profound impact on my life. I’ve been seeing a therapist in Clarity for many years now. I had been experiencing some flashbacks at the worst possible times. It was leaving you that fueled my nightmares, but it was what happened to Bolton and that young girl that fueled my flashbacks. Nobody else knows because it only happened at times in which I wasn’t exactly needed for a mission. Of course, I sure as hell wasn’t going to Bolton for help, so I found help in Clarity.”
“Oh Travis, I had no idea you had PTSD, and I’ve not heard or seen you thrashing in your sleep.”
I smiled as I kissed her forehead. “That’s because I haven’t had a nightmare since you arrived. I also haven’t had a flashback, which is what I need to share with you. I just want to prepare you in case it happens with you. I don’t think it will since it hasn’t happened yet, but there’s always a chance. I just don’t want you to ever think you did something to trigger it.”
She sat up and looked at me, with nothing but concern, but I hoped like hell I didn’t see pity once the conversation was over. “What triggers them?” She asked.
I drew in a deep breath to prepare myself. “Sex.”
She blinked a few times like she was confused.
“I’m incapable of random hookups. I have to know the woman and I’d have to be convinced that she was comfortable with me. That’s why I only went for relationships for all these years. I’d be right there and ready to go, but I’d have a flashback and go completely limp.” I reached over and cupped her cheek. “Eventually, I had to depend on medication to complete the act.”
She was staring at me but showed almost no reaction, other than blinking in a way that told me she was still confused.
“Are you taking them with me?” She finally spoke.
“That’s the thing, Wrenly. I haven’t taken one in six months. Ever since you came home I’ve sported a hard on almost constantly, but there’s another thing I think you should know.” I swallowed hard, not knowing if I had the courage.
“What?”
“It wasn’t just Bolton and the girl in my flashbacks. You’re there too, and in them you’re back in that hospital room crying for me. Sometimes, in a flashback and in my nightmares, it was you hanging from those chains, not Bolton.”
She studied my eyes with the help of the light cascading down from the moon. “I was right.” She whispered.
I chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve heard that a time or two about girlfriends and wives always being right.”
Her eyes welled up and I caught the tear that escaped with my thumb.
“No, I really was right.” She wasn’t looking at me with pity, it was something else.
“About what, Wrenly?”
She smiled through her tears. “It was real, all of it. Everything I thought I knew back then, but now I can see it, and understand it so clearly.” She reached up and wiped the tears from her other cheek. “You really did leave because you loved me. You were protecting me, and you’ve always loved me, as long as I’ve loved you. All the memories…”
I pulled her head toward me and rested my forehead against hers. “I remember them so well because they were always at the surface. Good and bad, you were always with me.”
“Every day, they kept you alive for me.” She whispered.
“Why is it that I can’t remember a lot of my first milestones? Like my first day of school, and who all my teachers were, but I can remember everything with you with such clarity?”
Her lips parted and I noticed her breathing changed into soft pants. “Maybe.” She swallowed hard. “Our souls were already in love, but we were too tiny to know it.”
My lips met hers and I drew her in for a deeper kiss. It was gentle, she tasted so sweet, and her scent softly comforted me, like I was once again welcomed home. “Inside.” I whispered.
“Okay.”
I was still kissing her as I opened my door, then abandoned her lips long enough to pull her out my side of the truck and pick her up, only to kiss her again and try to watch where I was walking as I carried her. When we got to the garage door, she laid her hand on the panel and the door unlocked. Thank God I had her added to my security system.
Once inside, I set her down and our kiss never broke as I walked her backward. Her delicate fingers worked on the buttons of my button up shirt, mine doing the same with hers. We left a trail of clothes behind us on the floor. First it was my shirt, our shoes, then it was her shirt, then her bra and my jeans, her jeans then socks before we crossed the threshold of my guest room.
My hands were fisted into her soft long hair, but her lips abandoned mine then trailed down my body. My eyes shut when I felt her hand wrap around my shaft, then a deep groan was created in my throat when I felt her tongue swirl around the head.
“Fuck, Wrenly.” My hands were still in her hair as she slowly took my length deep inside her mouth. I looked down at her at the perfect time, because her big beautiful eyes met mine and I could see my cock disappear behind those gorgeous lips. “Jesus, Wrenly.” I shut my eyes and squeezed on to her hair a little tighter. When I heard her moan, I came way too fucking close to losing control, but still thrust my hips to help her go deeper. My eyes opened and looked down again to see her head bobbing. I swear to God I could feel the back of her throat making her feel so fucking perfect. My eyes rolled back as I bit my bottom lip. I knew if I looked down again, I’d blow my load prematurely and it would be over.
Oh, fuck she was so damn good at it. “Wrenly, stop.” I pulled her up and barely even saw her eyes before my lips met hers. As we kissed, I guided her up on the bed and laid next to her. We kissed until I laid on my back and she yelped when I grabbed her and pulled her up until she was straddling my face. I licked, tasted, swirled my tongue, and teased as she quietly moaned and hung on to the headboard.
“Travis please.” She begged, and a smile formed on my face as my fingers made their way up and slowly I slid one inside her. Her moans were like music to my ears and the more she reacted, made me tease her little clit with my tongue a little faster. I felt her thighs tremble and I knew it was time for another finger, and I was rewarded with more of her sweet honey taste as she rode my face and cried out my name. My own moans joined hers as she came on my mouth, and I could feel her orgasm inside her. Tight around my fingers, then release, tight again, and release. She drove me so fucking crazy that I was pushing her down my body before she even attempted to catch her breath.
I didn’t even give her the chance to sink me inside her. I already had her lined up and thrust up, shoving myself up into her wet warmth.
“Travis!”
“Jesus, you feel so fucking good.” It was a relief to be so deep inside her, but also an intense need to fuck her hard took me over. I lifted her and held her up as I quickly thrust from under her. My eyes darted between watching my cock disappear inside her then up to her eyes to look in them to see the pleasure I was giving her. Her intense beauty made my heart race even faster as I watched her, and it only drove me to thrust up faster and harder, but when I watched her hand travel from her breast down between her legs, it fueled me. I didn’t think I had it in me to give her more, but watching her add to her own pleasure had me grunting and working harder than I ever had in my life.
The headboard was banging against the wall, my grunts and her whimpers was all that could be heard throughout the house. It was when her orgasm exploded, and her hips instinctively rocked that my inner beast took over. My stomach tightened but I fought it, fought so fucking hard just to hang in there until she was finished and let my beast take over. I flipped us over, throwing one of her legs over my shoulder and warned her to prepare herself. I drove inside her as the headboard crashed into the wall, the bed may have even moved. She reacted by gasping and arching her back.
I slowly pulled almost all the way out before I slammed back into her. “Travis!” Her nails dug into my arms as my muscles flexed under them. I slowly pulled back out then began slamming into her, repeatedly. Sweat trailed down my back, as I worked harder and harder, faster and faster.
“Am…I…hurting you?” I managed to get the words out with each thrust.
“Don’t stop!” She cried out.
A smile crept up on my face as I moved on top of her. She was gorgeous, her hair fanned over the pillow, her tits bounced with each hard thrust, she was biting that bottom fucking lip, and her hair was becoming wet with sweat.
“Fucking come for me, Wrenly.” I strained to form words.
“Again!” She cried out.
“Now!” I demanded as a hot fire began growing inside me.
Her hips jerked and I knew it was starting for her.
She lifted her head to look below, to see me disappear inside her then pull back out.
“Fuck Wrenly, now! Jesus, fuck!” I cursed.
Her head fell back, and I felt her grip around my cock grip so tight, I had no choice but to let go. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I watched her come, then squeezed my eyes shut as I shot everything I had deep inside her. Her hips were still jerking as I slowed my pace and grunted through an orgasm that was so intense I swear it went black, and I saw stars. For all I knew I could have been having a stroke, it was so intense. I slid in and out, slowly and gently as my body jerked with each shot I released in her. I let her leg go and collapsed on top of her, my body trembling and weak as hell.