Allee
When I get in my Jeep, my mind races. I can’t stop looking at the ring on my finger or wrapping my mind around the fact that I just got engaged to the love of my life.
While Mac and I have talked about marriage a time or two, I had no idea he was thinking seriously about asking me to marry him. It wasn’t a thought in my mind driving up to Cali, but as I left the hangar, all I could think about was what life would be like moving forward.
I was already thinking about a wedding, but that didn’t come without a level of pain for the planning part as well as the emotional piece. After the excitement and happiness that initially flooded through me, there was the painful thought that my parents weren’t going to be there.
They had been killed when I was a teenager – caught in the middle of a turf war going on between the Cartels – leaving me and my sister behind. Camilla was eighteen at the time and I was sixteen, both old enough to fend for ourselves well enough, but far too young to go through it.
That event shaped the course of my life and is why I decided to enlist with the Fuerzas Especiales. I knew going into it that I was signing up for a dangerous life, but I was okay with the risk. My parents had instilled in us a heart for service and a strong work ethic. Camilla had decided to go into the medical field, and I’d like to think we made our parents proud.
I can’t wait to call her and tell her about the engagement, but I have other things on my mind at the moment.
The original plan was for me to drive up to Cali to do the training, then head home and wait until Mac could join me. But after the proposal and with how I’m feeling now, I can’t imagine waiting until tonight to have him. It’s been hard enough being long-distance with each other for the past year, so much so that I’ve learned to be selfish when I do get time with Mac.
We have both dedicated our lives to serving our countries and fighting evil in the world, so the quality moments we get together when no one is demanding our time and attention are sacred to both of us.
I pull into the driveway and I know Mac’s not far behind. Sure enough, he parks next to my car just as I’m reaching the door of his place. I’ve got my keys in hand, so I let myself in and immediately get the welcoming committee of sixty pounds of Gunner.
“Hey, boy! Who’s a good boy? Did you miss me? Did you?” I ask him, bending over to pet his big head. He gazes up at me with adoring eyes, his tail wagging furiously. He doesn’t even bark when I open the door, though he’s clearly more excited when Mac himself walks in.
I chuckle at the way he excitedly jumps all around him as I put my things down on the kitchen counter. I notice that he’s not done the dishes and there’s a pile of laundry on the couch, but I decide not to give him shit for it. I can only imagine he must have had a lot on his mind the past few days as he was planning a proposal.
“It’s like trying to walk into a bear cave with this oaf,” Mac says when he finally breaks away from Gunner’s enthusiasm and walks into the kitchen.
I grin and pull him toward me.
“He’s just happy to see you, that’s all,” I reply. “Dogs can’t grasp time, so in his world, you’ve been gone forever.”
“Good thing he’s not the one who has to go a week between seeing me,” Mac says. “I’d never make it into the house.”
I laugh before rising to the tips of my toes to kiss him, and instead of the quick kiss that he gave me when I got to the landing strip, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into him.
Our kiss deepens, with the heat growing between us. I know what I want, and it’s not hard to imagine that it’s the same thing on his mind, too. We both have a high sex drive so we usually tend to be on the same page when it comes to our intimate life.
His hands move around my back to my ass, and he grabs and squeezes while he pulls me into him.
“I have half a mind to put you up on the counter,” he growls.
“I would much rather take it to the bedroom for this round,” I reply with a sexy smile. “You know I can appreciate a wild ride on the kitchen or on the couch, but since we’re celebrating, let’s keep it classy,” and I head in the direction of the bedroom.
“Anything for my classy gal.”
He follows me to the bedroom and closes the door on Gunner before he can come bounding in.
“Sorry partner, but there’s just some things I do alone,” Mac tells him.
The dog lets out a loud grumble before he walks back up the hall toward the living room. I hear his clicking nails on the hardwood floor, then the sound of him heavily lying down in the other room.
“The way he acts, you’d think he doesn’t sleep in bed with me almost every night,” Mac says as he rolls his eyes.
“Every night,” I correct him. “Even when I’m here, he manages to get into bed at some point.”
Mac laughs.
“That he does, that he does. But he’s not invited right now, so he’s just going to have to chill out in the other room for a bit.”
“No promises I’m going to make this quick,” I tease as I pull off my shirt. I toss my bra on top of it, followed by my shorts and panties.
Mac undresses at the same time, throwing his own clothes in a pile on the floor next to the other side of the bed. I lay back on the pillows and watch him, never getting tired of his muscular, tatted biceps and chest. His body is rock solid. He’s got more than a six-pack for abs, and my hand can’t even reach across the entirety of one of his pecs.
Hes tan from all the time he spends outside, though I’m darker thanks to my heritage. And, of course, his tattoos look incredible as they spiral across his body. Both his arms and chest are covered. He’s got a beautiful piece on his back as well, along with a couple of different smaller pieces on his legs.
His cock is also rock solid as he climbs into bed with me, and I find myself feeling just as excited and aroused by him now as I always do. It doesn’t matter that we have sex every weekend, sometimes even a few times in one day. It doesn’t matter that he’s the only man I’ve been with in the past eighteen months.
He still turns me on with almost everything he does. As he climbs onto the mattress now, my entire body thrums with excitement I can’t even put into words. Somehow, there’s another level of connection I’m feeling toward him in the moment, and I have to think that it has everything to do with the fact that he and I just got engaged.
This is the man who I’m going to be with for the rest of my life. I’ve never specifically focused on looking for a life partner, but I can’t deny that Mac is the one for me. He gets me in a way no one else ever has. More than that, he trusts me. He doesn’t micromanage me or talk down to me like so many of the men I have met in my career, and that has made me fall in love with him a hundred times over. He’s a man who knows how to let me be independent, and doesn’t smother me or try to control me. In my opinion, that’s what makes our relationship thrive in the way it does.
I’m not the kind of girl who can be controlled, and I gravitate toward those who understand and respect that. Mac loves and appreciates that about me.
He climbs over the top of me, and I put my hands on either side of his face. I could get lost in his incredible blue eyes forever, but I still close my own eyes as I tilt my head for a kiss.
He presses his lips to mine, and I moan, kissing him back and matching the level of passion and tenderness he’s showing me. There’s been plenty of times he and I have had raunchy sex, but this time is different for both of us.
This isn’t just mindless sex… this is making love with the person who is my everything.
I spread my legs as I take his stiff length in my hand. I’m always amazed with his girth, even with how often we have sex. I stroke him for a moment and he moans against my lips, and I guide him toward my heated core.
I leave him pressed against my slit, moving my hands to his back as he eases himself further down on the bed. He slides into me easily despite his massive size, and I gasp, spreading my legs further to take him as deep inside me as I can.
“You’re so fucking tight, Allee,” he half moans, half whispers in my ear, just like he does every single time we have sex. It’s kind of our running private joke.
“You’re so big, I always wonder how you fit.”
“Magic,” he smirks, drawing himself most of the way out of me. I gasp again as he pushes back in, trailing my nails down his back. As always, I’m careful not to leave visible marks, knowing how much he prefers to keep this part of our lives private.
Mac isn’t one to walk around without a shirt on anyway, but he’s still not the kind of guy who wants to have marks left on him from sex that others can see.
He draws himself out of me again, then pushes back in. He’s moving in a slow, deliberate way that makes me feel every bit of him. He’s sending waves of pleasure through me with each thrust he makes, and I know he’s feeling the same.
He groans, his voice mixing with my own as the two of us move on the bed. One of his hands supports himself on the bed while the other moves to my breasts, flicking my nipple with his finger and then rolling it between his thumb and finger. He always seems to know the exact pressure to use with my deliciously sensitive nipples.
“Mmm, fuck yes,” I whimper. “Don’t stop baby. Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t need me to tell him how to make love to me. God knows how he can make me scream any time he wants. But I can’t help myself. I’ve never met anyone with such confidence both in and out of the bedroom nor anyone who knows how to please a woman as well as Mac does.
“You feel so fucking good, Mac,” I breathe. “You’re going to make me cum so fast!”
“Yes baby,” he says. “I want you to cum so hard. Anything to make my wife hot and happy.”
Hearing him call me by that is more than I can handle, and the first wave of euphoria erupts through me. He pumps into me again and again, and while I hear his voice, I don’t hear the words he’s saying. I’m too consumed by such an intense orgasm, and it’s only intensified with how he keeps pumping himself into me.
Mac gasps, moving harder and faster than before, but I’m not done with him yet.
I push him off the top of me but keep his length buried deep inside me as I expertly roll on the bed with him. He’s suddenly the one lying on the mattress, and I’m the one on top. I know it’s his favorite position as he gets to see all of me as I ride him.
I rock my hips, enjoying the lingering pleasure that keeps pulsing through me as I do. At the same time, he puts both his hands on my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples and gasping and grunting with pleasure as I rock my hips.
As I raise and lower myself on his rod, impaling myself with pleasure over and over again, our bodies move together as one in the moment. He moves his hands from my tits to my hips and rocks me on him harder and faster than I was moving before. I close my eyes and my head falls back and I feel my long hair brush my lower back, lost in the pleasure I’m feeling.
And then I feel his fingers on me, massaging my most sensitive spot as I ride him, feeling him so deep inside me at the same time. It takes practically no time of that double pleasure before another wave of ecstasy shoots through me like a lightning bolt out of nowhere and I cry out his name and then collapse forward on him, still grinding as I ride out the wave.
“Oh my God, baby, that was so hot,” Mac says as he initiates another position change, and I can only imagine how spun up he must be after he’s watched and felt me climax twice, and yet still held back. Mac is a pro at holding back and always making sure I’m satisfied at least once or twice before he allows himself to feel good. He’s literally the most selfless, attentive lover I’ve ever been with and it makes me love him that much more. He’s always said that it’s such a turn on to watch me get off and that it’s worth the wait.
He has rolled me off of him and onto my stomach and as I’m catching my breath, I feel him behind me. With his hands on my hips, he lifts me effortlessly into a kneeling position with my ass in the air. He leans forward, kissing me on the back of the neck and whispering in my ear in a low growl, “You, my love, are so hot. I love you, Allee”, as he rubs the head of his cock against my hot, swollen wetness, and I moan at the sound of his words and the feel of him against me.
And with that, he slowly plunges into me to the hilt and I feel like we’re one because we can’t get any closer of a fit than we are right now. He pauses to relish the feel of my tightness around him, moving his hips in a circular motion for just a moment of pure bliss, and then withdraws all the way before driving all the way into me and then pumping into me over and over again, both hands gripping my hips.
“Baby, you feel so good. Please don’t stop,” I call to him as my pleasure begins to build yet again. I can’t be any more open to my man than I am right now. I’m in the most vulnerable position, yet I’ve never felt safer.
“Yes, Allee.”
It’s the only thing he says, and I’m in love with the way his voice has changed to the low, primal tone it is now. I love how he sounds when he’s aroused. I love everything about him.
I drop down to my forearms to elevate my ass even more because it feels so good and I hear him groan as his pace increases and I can tell he’s getting close. I spread my knees wider on the bed to expose myself even more, and that takes both of us over the edge.
“Fuck yes baby, fuck yes,” Mac says, and just as he climaxes inside me, my own body erupts in a third orgasm, sending yet a new rush of pleasure coursing through me as I cry out his name.
I can hardly think straight with all the emotions and physical sensations that rush through me, and for a few glorious moments, I know both of us are in complete bliss.
We both gently collapse together, him on top of me, and then he rolls off of me to the side and spoons me and we just enjoy the silence for a few moments.
After our recovery, I break the silence. “Now that’s the kind of plunge I can handle daily,” I tell him. “Forget HALO training.”
We both laugh and then drift off for a little post-sex cat nap. And after a short time, he twitches and we wake and I roll over to face him and he wraps his strong arms around me.
“It won’t be long before we’re able to be together every day, not just on the weekends,” he says. “We’re going to have to find a place together, you know.”
“Are we going to move on in, or do you think we should wait for the wedding first?” I ask. “I guess we really have to figure out who is going where, huh?”
“I don’t see any need to rush into it, but I don’t want to drag ass, either,” Mac contemplates.
“What’s on your mind?” I ask. It wasn’t a big change, but there was a flicker of some sort of emotion in his face that I didn’t quite catch. I’m a strong advocate for good communication in any relationship, and I want to know what’s going on in his head.
“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way,” he says, and I brace myself. But, my heart does melt a little when he tells me what really is on his mind.
“I’ve been worried about your safety since we began seeing each other,” he says. “I know you’re capable, and I know you can take care of yourself, but you know as well as I do that there is an element of danger. Not just when we’re on the clock, either, but also when we’re not working. Add to it the fact that you, as a woman, are a minority in your field, and that just adds to my worry.”
I don’t say anything at first. I’m not offended by what he’s said. In fact, I’m touched.
“It’s sort of the thing we signed up for when we chose our particular careers, huh?” I ask.
“Right, and I would never ask you to step back or step away from your career, either,” he tells me. “That’s not where this is going.”
“Good, because I wouldn’t.”
“One of the many things I love about you.”
I smile, and he continues.
“As you know, the unrest continues to increase. The success of the last mission, combined with future successful missions, makes us all bigger targets to the Cartels.”
“I’m sure that’s going to be an ongoing thing for both of us,” I tell him. “But we’ve made it work this long, I don’t see things changing for us just because we live in the same place and have rings on our fingers.”
“No,” Mac says with a shake of his head. “But I want you to consider moving to the States, at least temporarily.”
“Moving to the States?” I laugh. “So the first thing we’re doing in our marriage is asking me to compromise?”
“Yes.”
I laugh and punch him playfully on the arm, and he laughs, too.
“You know what I mean,” he says. “The fact that we work for two different countries is a challenge, but I think it would be wise if we could find a place that’s a halfway point between your base and mine.”
I nod. I do see the wisdom in his words, and though it will be a little inconvenient for both of us, it makes sense. “That’s probably a smart move,” I admit.
“I know you love your country, just like I love mine, but we both know it’s a bit safer to live here in the States. It doesn’t take away from your service to, or love of your country.”
“It’s definitely something we need to talk more about. I’m not sure I want to live in the States forever.”
“Forever is a long time,” Mac says. “I don’t think there’s anything in my life that I know is forever – except for you.”
“Nice save,” I tease as I nestle into him further. “So I guess we need to start looking at places together, but when will we have time for that?”
“I was thinking after the next mission. If we get a start looking at places online, then we can narrow it down to those we actually want to see in person before then.”
I nod once more.
I know he’s referring to Joint Task Force: Liberation.
It’s the coalition that was formed after the successful Las Bellezas mission, and next to me and Gunner, I’m pretty sure it’s Mac’s biggest obsession.
Those higher than us were pretty impressed with Las Bellezas’s results, so they decided to give Mac the funding he needed to launch a joint task force that specializes in fighting human trafficking.
He’s proud of the work accomplished already, but he sees the need for far more work to be done. But, it wasn’t just the fact we had rescued sixteen women who were being forced to work in the sex trade that fueled his need to keep moving forward and expand the mission.
His personal reasons for putting together this coalition touched my heart, and it was one of the first things that drew me to him. While he’s always had a heart for serving his country and the desire to help those in trouble, Mac is fueled by more.
He’s trying to find his sister.