Chapter 17 #2
“Breathe, babe,” he said softly, then leaned down and kissed her forehead. He moved to the tip of her nose. Then her cheeks. He skipped her lips and moved his mouth to her left ear. “Feel how hard I am for you, Mary. You.”
And he was. His cock was as hard as steel inside his boxers. He had a feeling the tip was sticking out through the slit in the material, but he didn’t bother to adjust himself. He lowered his hips down far enough that she could feel him against her belly, then he continued his caresses.
Truck nuzzled the sensitive skin under her ear, then moved his nose to her neck and inhaled deeply.
He felt more than heard her chuckle under him and he relaxed a fraction. “That’s it, just relax. It’s me. I’d sooner shoot myself in the head than hurt you in any way, shape, or form.”
Taking a risk, Truck scooted farther down her body and laid his head on her chest. He could hear her heart beating way faster than normal and her breaths came out in rapid puffs, but he felt one of her hands rest on the back of his head, staying clear of his injury as she held him to her.
“I can’t feel anything,” she said after a while. “The nerves are completely dead. So if you’re thinking about kissing me there, or otherwise trying to arouse me that way, don’t.”
Truck lifted his head and took her face between his palms. “It’s okay. I know other places where you’re sensitive.” And with that, he took her earlobe between his teeth and bit down. He felt her shudder under him, and he smiled.
Deciding he’d teased her long enough, Truck grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her hips. Then he eased himself down her body, still staring into her eyes as he settled between her legs. He could smell her excitement but he still didn’t look at the core of her.
“That first night I spent here after coming home from Africa, I smelled the most amazing thing when I got into bed. I ripped off the pillowcase and held this pillow to my face, trying to get more of it. I didn’t know what it was or why I was so desperate for it until I read your journal.
You masturbated on my pillow,” he accused.
For the first time that night, Mary smiled. It was coy and a little bit naughty. She shrugged. “I couldn’t help it. I wanted you so bad, but didn’t know how to go about changing the nature of our relationship. I had to do something to get relief.”
“Consider our relationship changed,” Truck said before lowering his eyes.
He took in the pulse hammering in her throat.
He took in the still slightly red skin of her chest where she’d been burnt by the radiation.
He was actually a little surprised to see how good her skin looked compared to the last time he’d seen it after the treatments.
It was still a bit odd to see her chest completely flat, but it evoked feelings of love and pride instead of disgust. His Mary was one tough chick.
When shit happened in her life, she met it head on and didn’t let anyone, or any disease, dictate how she was going to live.
He took in the sight of her clearly definable ribs, her concave belly, her cute belly button. Then he ran his fingers through the tufts of pubic hair above her slit.
“Truck,” she whined, and arched her back while spreading her legs wider.
He took the hint, and didn’t hesitate to use his fingers to separate her folds and lick her from her slit to clit.
The first taste of Mary on his tongue made him moan. Truck knew he’d remember this moment forever. He might have made Mary his in the eyes of the law, but this was the date he’d celebrate as their anniversary from now until he was no longer on this earth. She tasted so fucking good.
Using his hands to hold Mary’s thighs open as far as was comfortable for her, Truck buried his face between her thighs and concentrated on making her come.
It didn’t take long. The second Truck latched onto her clit and started a combination of sucking and licking, Mary began to thrash. Her hips pressed up toward him, then shied away as her orgasm got closer and closer.
“Truck, oh my God…more…there…oh, shit…too sensitive…don’t stop…yes, right there. Fuuuuuck!”
And with that, she lost it. Her thighs shook, her belly tightened, her head went back, and she exploded.
Truck shifted and eased one of his thick fingers inside her body even as he kept licking the small bundle of nerves. She was slick and hot, but so fucking tight. She squeezed his finger and began to hump against it even as she came a second time.
Her wetness was all over his face when Truck finally lifted his head, and he reveled in it. There was a wet spot on the pillow under her ass and his finger and palm were also soaked.
Truck moved up and over her, leaving her ass propped up as he leaned to grab the condom he’d placed on the table next to the bed in preparation. He ripped open the foil and shoved his boxers down under his balls. He rolled on the condom then waited for Mary to open her eyes and look at him.
The second she did, he notched his cock to her opening and pushed just the head inside.
She groaned and stretched her arms over her head and arched her back.
“I want to take you bare at some point,” he told her.
“Okay.”
“We’ll talk to your doctor about the best form of birth control for you.”
“I’m not sure I can have kids,” Mary warned him. “Or that I even want them.”
“All the more reason why it’s important to talk to your doctor,” Truck said, holding himself still by sheer force of will.
“Do you want kids?” she asked.
“I want what you want. If that’s kids, then I’ll do whatever it takes to give them to you. If you want a house full of dogs, cats, and hermit crabs, then that’s what we’ll have.”
Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears, and Truck knew they’d have to have this conversation again at some point, but when his cock was desperately throbbing and he wanted to be balls deep inside her wasn’t the time. “I’m big,” he warned.
“I can take you,” Mary said immediately.
“I’ll go slow.”
“I can take you,” Mary repeated. “Fuck me, Truck. I’ve been waiting for fucking ever.”
“That’s my line,” Truck snarled. “From the second I heard you berating Ghost for not looking for Rayne faster after their one-night stand, I wanted you. When I put my hand over your mouth and you turned around and saw me, you didn’t flinch.
You didn’t even look at my fucking scar.
I knew then you were mine. I can’t explain how I knew, but through everything that’s happened between then and now, I never doubted that.
I did whatever it took to have you right here. ”
Truck pushed inside her body a bit more and moaned. She was incredibly tight, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long this first time.
“Your scar is just what’s on your skin, it’s not who you are,” Mary whispered, even as she hiked her knees up higher.
Truck slipped inside her another inch.
“Just as yours aren’t who you are,” Truck said between clenched teeth.
“If you don’t stop talking and fuck me, I can’t be responsible for my actions,” Mary told him.
Moving a hand between their bodies, Truck used his thumb to manipulate Mary’s clit. She arched even more, and as she clenched around his dick, he pushed to the hilt inside her.
Truck immediately froze. His thumb stopped moving on her clit and he threw his head back and held his breath, trying to gain some control. He could feel her muscles like a vise around his cock. She was so hot, and nothing in his entire life felt as good as being inside her. Nothing.
When he felt as if he could move without immediately blowing his wad, Truck looked down at Mary and saw her smirking up at him. He loved the mischievous look on her face, loved how satisfied she looked.
Her arms were still above her head, opening herself up to him. She might’ve been unsure about them making love earlier, but if her posture and relaxed position under him were any indication, she was anything but unsure right now.
“That was close, wasn’t it?” she asked smugly.
Truck grinned. “Yup. The second I felt you clamp down on my cock, I wanted to blow. Wanted to fill you up with my come until it overflowed and you were dripping with it.”
That wiped the smug look off her face. It was replaced by a look so passionate and needy, Truck groaned.
“I never thought we’d end up here,” Mary said seriously, bringing her arms down to clasp around his neck. “I mean, even when we got married, I never imagined that you would want me like this.”
“I’ve always wanted you like this,” Truck said. “Always.”
“Can you deal with this?” Mary asked, her chin dipping to indicate her chest.
Instead of answering, he asked, “Can you deal with me being Delta, and the possibility that one of these days I might come home with something more serious than a banged-up head and a few more scars like the one on my face?”
“Of course,” she said with a huff.
“Right. So why would you think I’d not be able to deal with the aftermath of your cancer?”
Her mouth opened and closed. Then opened again. Truck could see the conflict in her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips. “Don’t,” he whispered when he was lightheaded from lack of air. “I know you love me, you don’t need to say it.”
“I don’t deserve you,” Mary said.
“Bullshit,” Truck retorted. “We deserve each other. Who else would put up with us?”
“True,” she agreed. “Now…will you please fuck me already?”
Truck smiled. “With pleasure.”
His hips drew back and then, without warning, he plunged inside her.
Mary groaned and threw her head back again.
“Hands back over your head,” Truck ordered.
She complied immediately, fisting the sheet under her hands as she arched her back.
Truck pushed up to his knees and lifted Mary’s ass. His first few strokes were smooth, but he soon lost control and began to pound into her. Not so out of it that he didn’t want her to get off too, his hand went back to her clit and he roughly thumbed it while he fucked her.
Within seconds, he felt his balls tighten and knew he was on the verge of coming.
“I love you, Mary,” he grunted.
Love you, Mary mouthed as she stared up into his eyes. She might not have said the words aloud, but the sentiment behind her actions went straight to his heart.
And that was all it took. Truck shoved into her as far as he could get and frantically thumbed her clit. He began to come a heartbeat before her. And the way her body clenched around his cock made his orgasm all the more intense.
They were both breathing hard by the time Truck recovered enough to straighten his legs behind him.
The pillow under Mary’s ass stayed in place as he pulled out of her with a groan and put his head back on her chest. Truck felt her playing with his short hair.
His head was back to throbbing, but he didn’t dare mention that to the woman under him.
She’d have a pill stuffed down his throat so fast he wouldn’t know what hit him.
“Thank you,” Mary said softly.
That made Truck lift his head. He rested his chin on his hand on her chest and asked, “For what?”
“For seeing me, and not a breast cancer survivor.”
“You’ve always been just Mary to me,” Truck told her. “A pain-in-my-ass Mary.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Whatever.”
Truck laid his head back down. He should probably get up and take care of the condom before it made a mess all over the sheets, but he couldn’t summon the energy.
They fell asleep that way. Truck woke sometime later and got up and cleaned himself.
He brought a warm washcloth into the bedroom and got a sleepy Mary cleaned up as well.
Then he took the pillow out from under her ass and smiled as he turned it over and stuffed it under his head.
He’d do laundry tomorrow, but he hoped her scent would permeate the pillow itself so he’d always have her with him.
Not bothering to get dressed, and feeling thrilled beyond belief that Mary didn’t make any move toward her chemise, he pulled her into his arms.
The redness on her chest still looked painful, even though Mary insisted she couldn’t feel anything from her collarbones to the bottom of her rib cage.
He had absolutely no opinion about the reconstruction of her breasts, except that he wanted what was safest for her.
She could get Dolly Parton boobs or a modest B cup, he didn’t care.
He also didn’t care if she decided she didn’t want to go through reconstruction at all.
He could totally see her sporting a beautiful tattoo across her chest to celebrate her femininity and to say fuck you to the cancer.
Whatever she wanted, it didn’t matter. He’d love her no matter what her decision.
Truck kissed the side of Mary’s head and smiled when she grumbled and turned her back to him. He snuggled up behind her, loving how she pushed her ass against his groin. Mary was prickly, but she was his. That was all that mattered.