“You have no idea how much I missed you, Desiree.”
“Show me. Please show me,” I beg. His kisses set me on fire.
My hands reach between us, opening his fatigues. One night a year ago wasn’t enough, not by a long shot.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. He takes over and takes his pants down along with his boxers. “I should shower, and I’ve been traveling for twenty-plus hours.”
“I don’t care about that. I need you, Forest. I need you.”
He growls and lifts me up. “Take this off,” he demands, pawing at the hem of my short nightgown. I push his hands out of the way and lift the silky piece of fabric over my head. He looks at me like he's a starved man. Hell, he is, and I’m a thirsty girl. I look at his ripped body, and my thighs clench. I’m so ready for him.
Falling back on my bed, he climbs over me. He pushes a finger inside of me, testing me. He pulls his finger out and slowly puts it in his mouth.
“Fuck, you taste so good, Desi. So fucking good,” he groans. “Are you ready for this cock?”
“Yes,” I hiss as the tip of his dick touches my opening. “Give it to me.”
“Good girl,” he says before slamming into me. I moan, forgetting where that I’m home. “Shh… don’t let anyone hear you.” He begins to move in and out of me; leaning down, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. “Mmm,” he murmurs, but stops just as quickly.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Don’t worry about that, Desi.” He pulls out of me and throws my legs over his shoulders before sliding back into me. Over and over, he takes me. Owns me. Dominates me. It’s like no time has passed at all. I lose track of time, of how long we actually go at it until he reaches between us and rubs my clit. Then I lose it. I’m just about to scream in pleasure when he covers my mouth with his large hand. Fuck, why is that so hot? “Shhh, baby. Shhh,” he grunts, filling me with his seed. I can feel it. There is so much of it.
“Oh, my God,” I moan when he removes his hand.
“Damn. I don’t think I’ll walk again,” he says, chuckling.
“You’ll be fine,” I say, snuggling into his chest when he pulls out of me and lies beside me.
“I don’t know, baby,” he says, running his fingertips along my spine.
“When do you leave again?”
“I report back to Fort Drum in two weeks, but I don’t deploy again. My specialist unit is stationed in the States for the time being.
“That’s so close.”
“I know. You and FJ will come with me.”
“You want me to move on base with you?”
“Fuck yeah, Desi. We’ve wasted enough time, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” I say, agreeing with him readily.
“We’ll get married too,” he says, making me sit up.
“That’s how you’re asking me to marry you?”
“Yes. It’s not like no is an option.” His matter-of-fact voice makes me laugh.
“I think you should try again,” I say, playfully slapping his chest.
“We’ll see. I’ll go get FJ from your brother. I want to spend time with him. You should get dressed.”
I smile at him. He’s going to be the best father and husband; I just know it. I knew loving him would be the best thing that ever happened to me.
Even ten-year-old me knew it.
CHAPTER 3
PHANTOM
“Wait,” I say, sitting up. I grab her hand as she stands and starts to move away from the bed. Pulling her toward me, her hands landing on my chest. She rakes her nails over my pecs, and it drives me crazy. With the bedside lamp still on, I can see that her nails are painted green and red with glitter polish for Christmas. She really is the best gift.
“Yes?” she asks, looking up at me, her eyes hooded with lust.
“I’m not done with you,” I tell her. I’m not. I want to spend the next two weeks buried balls deep inside of her, breeding her again. Clearly, we can do that. One single time last year, and she had my baby. I don’t know how I could have doubted her. She was very clearly meant for me.
“I should hope not,” she replies, giggling. Gently, she pushes me backward. It does nothing, but I fall back down onto the pillows anyway. She climbs on top of me, grinding her pussy down my abs. “What’s this from?” she asks, running her fingertips over the scar on my left side.
“A car bomb. Just some shrapnel. Not a big deal.”
“And this one?”
“Knife wound.”
“You are close enough to the action that you can get stabbed?” she asks, her eyes wild.
“No. Well, not often. This happened in the mess. Talley thought he was a knife juggler. He was definitely not.”