Chapter 6 #2
One thing that was true was that he tried to rein his boys in when they started to wild out, but their mother made it difficult.
When he finally decided that he wanted to be with his mistress, he served his wife with divorce papers and told her that he wanted nothing but his boys.
He felt it would be best if they came with him, since boys should be raised by men.
The boys wanted to go with their father, but their mother refused.
Now she had three boys that resented her and were out of control. She knew it.
It had been a few days since Minnow had been at my house, and I loved it here. I believe she did as well. I set her up in the other master bedroom. That was where I set her up at, but somehow she made it to my room every night. Every night, I waited for her before I went to sleep.
Tonight, my family came over, and we had a dinner to welcome her. My parents called her their daughter-in-law, and she didn’t correct them. In my mind, that meant we were in a relationship. I could have been 100 percent wrong, but my crystal ball told me otherwise.
“I didn’t know that I liked lemon pound cake,” Minnow mumbled from her seat next to me on my porch. My mother made three damn cakes and brought them over. This woman had a slice of each one and landed on the lemon pound cake as her favorite.
I tittered. “I can tell. I’ll make sure I let her know that one’s your favorite. Now there will be one here every week.”
Her smile was wide. “That would be such a great after-work treat. I would like that.”
Now was as good a time as any to broach the topic of our relationship. “Min, how do you feel about our new relationship? Do you think we’re moving too fast?”
She didn’t answer right away. Her eyes stayed on the night sky, and she continued to eat her cake for a moment. “I don’t think we’re moving too fast. I like our relationship.” She cleared her throat. “I would like it if it became deeper.”
I moved my body closer to her, then wrapped my arm around her waist to pull her closer to me. Her body stiffened for a split second before it relaxed. “Min, will you be my woman? I want you to be my woman.”
Her gorgeous face met mine. “I would love to be your woman. Only if you would be my man.”
My eyes searched hers for exactly what she needed from me. It was something deeper than just me as her man. Time would reveal it. “That’s the only way that it would work, love.”
“Then it’s settled. Winters and Dawson are one,” she said.
I shook my head. “No. Minnow and Victor are one. We have no war to fight, beautiful.”
She nodded, then returned her attention back to the night’s sky. She set her plate down next to her, then clasped her hands together. We sat there quietly for a while before she broke the silence. “How do you let it go? I mean, how do you know who you are without it?”
She didn’t have to elaborate. I knew what she meant. “I think it was because I knew who I was before it. When I came back, I had something outside of it. A set routine; I didn’t have to find one. Does that make sense?”
There was a pause before she responded. “Yes, it does. The same way you were needed over there, you’re needed over here. I guess it’s different for me. Over there, I knew what I was doing every day. I was protecting my squad. I had a mission.
“Now, I don’t. Well, not now. Since I’ve been here, I have a routine,” she pointed out. “I feel valuable.”
I sighed. “Baby, you have to know that you’re valuable even when you are standing still and doing nothing.
Your value is not and never will be determined by what you can do or can’t do.
It’s determined by who you are. A soldier is not who you are; it’s what you did, love.
Once you understand that, then you can begin to let it go. ”
Her face scrunched and head drew back a little. “How can you say that? That it’s not who we are when it governs so much of our lives? I learned almost everything from being a soldier.”
I waited a second before I responded. I understood that my view on this topic may not be that of other soldiers, but it was how I chose to compartmentalize for my peace.
“Every day, we learn things from different avenues of life. Those lessons don’t make us that thing.
It instills characteristics in us to make the foundation of who we are stronger.
My job as a soldier taught me discipline, leadership, accountability, adaptability, and other qualities that have built on the foundation of who I am as a man. The same applies to you, beautiful.
“Everything you learned on your job as a soldier made you a better woman. It also made you better on your job as a butcher and a farmhand.” I leaned in and kissed her neck. “You want to know what’s not a job and what you are?”
She smiled and leaned into me. Her soft giggles warmed my heart. “What am I?”
Inspired by Freddie Jackson, I softly sang in her ear. “You are my lady. You’re everything I need and more.”
She pulled away from me with bucked eyes. “Vic, you can sing! Like you can really sing.”
“I can.” I kissed her lips. “Do you want to know something else that I can really do?”
“Mm, right there, Vic. Please don’t stop,” Min demanded between her moans.
Her leg was bent in the cuff of my arm while my dick stroked her middle at a steady pace. My tongue teased her nipple. Her pussy was made just for me, and she fucked up letting me up in this raw. I was going to show her just how effective forty-two-year-old sperm was.
I passionately kissed her. She sucked on my tongue. Her ass knew I loved that shit. “You feel so fuckin’ good. You’re the reason I’m not fuckin’ married. I was waiting for your gorgeous ass. I needed you.”
Her pussy clamped down on my dick, then the flood happened. She wet my dick up in the most disrespectful way for the third or fourth time tonight. The first time was when she sat on my face to taste my dick.
“Tell me how you want it now, Min. How you want me to give you your dick.” She could have whatever she wanted.
When she told me she wanted it from the back, I had to ask if she wanted that long or short stroke. There is a difference. My baby said she wanted them long and deep. She asked, so she would receive.
“Min, I’m not going to show you any mercy. Dip that back low and keep it there.” My hand smacked her ass. The ripple was sexy as fuck.
I spread her ass cheeks apart. Pretty damn asshole. I leaned down to give it some love with my tongue. Her body shivered. My dick slid in right as she released. It drove her crazy.
When the deep, long dicking started, her body started to scoot up. Smack! “Where are you going, love? You’re the one who said you wanted deep, long dick. Oh, by the way, if you don’t want a baby, tell me to pull out now.”
It was time for me to wet her walls with some sperm protein. The more intense and faster that my stroke got, the more Min gripped the sheets as if they would save her from these strokes. Yeah, that was an improbability. Her vice grip walls closed in on my dick.
“Fuck, I’m about to nut.” I kept my senses open to hear if she told me to pull out. She did not, so I blessed her with every drop.
When Min fell flat, I fell on her back. I was still inside of her, and I stayed there for a second longer. I wanted to make sure my boys got the head start they needed down the baby tunnel.
I rolled off of her. She was face down, and I was on my back. Both of our breathing was shallow. “You know I’m gonna make you a mama, right?”
She turned her head to face me. “You know I’m gonna make you a daddy, right?”
All I had was a nod. That was it. That was all.
Some Time Later
Far Away From Here . . .
Location: Sangin District, Afghanistan
Mission: Night Clearance Operation (Routine Clearance plus Weapons Cache Interdiction)
If you asked me somewhere in the world that I hated, I would have a definite answer .
. . the Sangin District in the Helmand Province of Afghanistan.
With the intricate ambushes, continual firefights, and heavy IED activities, it was one of the most violent areas in Afghanistan.
These fuckas got live with little reason needed.
There was a known Taliban resupply corridor along the Helmand River, and on the compound, a suspected weapons staging would happen before dawn. Our goal was to disrupt and clear it early this morning. My role as the platoon sergeant was important to me.
At 0237, the moon served useless in the darkness of the morning.
I was in the center of my platoon formation as we moved through the narrow irrigation canal outside Sangin.
There were fucking hidden pressure plates and command wires all throughout these grounds that were uneven as hell.
The areas are generally swept, but this area hadn’t been, which put us all at risk and a disadvantage.
Based on the intel we received, RPGs and homemade explosives were stored in the compound ahead. The tricky thing about intel was that it was often right but incomplete. That posed problems.
I whispered into the comms. “Watch the canal edge. Slow your interval.”
The point froze, but it was too late. The blast didn’t come from where they expected. It came from behind the second squad. An IED hidden inside a wall detonated. Men were knocked off their feet by the shockwave. This couldn’t have been life, but it was.
Shots came from the compound before I could think. This shit was a damn trap that we walked right into. “Compound roof. Contact left.”
I needed to find cover. I found it, rolled to it, then scanned the debris. From a two-story, elevated position, the darkness was cut through by muzzled flashes. Kill zone.
“Suppressive fire! Break contact right! Move the wounded!” I commanded after I pressed the PPT (push-to-talk) on my radio.
I crawled toward the second squad while rounds sounded over my head. There was no time for fear, just action. With his leg pinned and mangled, Specialist Washington still tried to return fire. I ignored him when he told me to leave him. I would never do that flawed shit.
I pulled him across gravel under active fire after I grabbed the drag handle. Washington was heavy, but that didn’t matter, and it wouldn’t stop me. Behind partial cover, another soldier was frozen. He was too young for this shit.
We locked eyes. “Look! Look at me now! Return fire! You are going home!”
My words activated his training. His focus locked in.
We had to make it ten minutes until air support arrived.
That meant nothing, because if one second could change a life, imagine what ten minutes could do.
By the time air support arrived, there were multiple casualties and destruction everywhere.
On the way back to the forward operating base (FOB), all I could think about was how it could all have been avoided. What could have been done differently? What could I have done differently? We lost so many men, and for what?