“Nothing. She’s drunk,” Cara says, making me laugh. Alcohol and I don’t get along, not to mention that I’m barely nineteen. My father, the detective, would never allow me to drink underage.
“Yeah, right. You got something you want to say to me, Cara?”
“No. You got something you want to say to me?” she counters, quickly standing up.
Instead of saying anything, he throws her over his shoulder, careful to keep her skirt down over her ass, and carries her out of the room.
“Finally,” my dad says, making everyone laugh.
Christmas miracles do happen.
CHAPTER 5
PHANTOM
DECEMBER 28TH
We have to be in Brooklyn in two hours, so I wait less than patiently while she finishes getting ready. When she steps out into the living room, my jaw drops. The knee-length black dress and black heels look amazing on her, and the pearl necklace completes the look.
“You look beautiful,” I tell her and help her down the de-iced front steps and into my car. My mom is watching the baby for the night, and I have big plans for us.
We arrive at St. Augustine Church and sit in the back pew. I bought something off the registry months ago and shipped it home. I dropped it off at the back of the church since we are ducking out of the reception. It might be terrible, but Sarge is going to be so enamored with his new bride that he won’t even notice I’m not there. The large gift will ensure he knows that I was.
I see others from my unit sitting around the church, but we were late and didn’t have a chance to speak to anyone before the ceremony starts. When the minister pronounces them man and wife, everyone claps for the happy couple. I made my appearance and now I can get the hell out of here. I take her hand and lead her back out to the parking lot before everyone leaves.
We check into the Plaza, an expensive ass night in a hotel, but she’s worth it.
We order room service and eat a late lunch. After I strip her down and bury myself inside of her, I grab the ring off the table that I ordered from Jorgensen’s in Moosehead, Minnesota, and slide it onto her finger. These days, their ads are everywhere since the fashion designer Migan married into that family.
“Marry me,” I say.
“Yes,” she moans as I flex my hips.
“Thank fuck,” I say, leaning down and kissing her.
“I love you,” she says.
“I love you too. I’ve loved you most of my life, Desiree, and I’m going to love you for the rest of it.
“Me too,” she says, agreeing with me. “Now, fuck me. Please,” she demands, and I have no choice but to oblige her. I wonder how soon I can make her my wife?
Getting to be with her is now a reality and I can’t wait for that to happen.
“What else are we doing tonight?” she asks, pulling on some panties and jeans from her bag.
“I thought we’d go ice skating.”
“That sounds fun,” she says, zipping the pants up. Her still bare tits jiggle.
“Or we can just stay in.”
“Stay in,” she says taking her pants right back off and jumping back on the bed. Her red panties with the big white bow on the front makes her look like a late Christmas present. A sinful, filthy Christmas present.
Unwrapping her will be so sweet, I think as I stroke my cock against the lacy material covering her sweet pussy.
How the hell did I get so lucky?
EPILOGUE
DESIREE
Two Months Later
What a whirlwind it’s been. We got married in the courthouse. It was quick, and it was perfect for us. All we wanted was to be married at the end of the day. No party, gifts, or a huge white dress to make it happen. Forest has fucked me ten ways to Sunday, and he’s showing no signs of stopping. When he had to report back to Fort Drum, FJ and I went with him. It’ll still be a while before we have on-base housing, but we found an apartment that will work for us. Each night he comes home to a hot meal on the table, and we’ve found our domestic bliss. Tonight, I have news for him. We’re pregnant again, but it’s really no surprise. He’s been talking about breeding me since the second he got back inside of me.
“Welcome home, Daddy,” I say as he comes in the front door.
“Hey, baby,” he says, kissing me before taking FJ from my arms.
“You should sit down,” I say, gesturing to the couch.
“What’s wrong?” he asks after sitting down.
“Nothing. Nothing. Everything is perfect.”
“Yeah,” he says, snuggling FJ to his chest.
“I’m pregnant. Again,” I say. Just now realizing that I have an almost six-month-old, and I am already pregnant again. This should be fun.
“Pregnant?”
“You can’t really be that surprised.”