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Jules wanted to get married the day after we graduated. But I knew what was right. I made her wait, as pissed as she was about it. There’ve been so many times since that that I’ve shaken my head and grinned at the thought—at the memory of how damn mad she was when I told her she had to finish college first. But she did. That was her world, and she needed to live up to it, so that she could carry on her family’s business later.
So, she went. Ivy league, with honors, of course. Me, I worked in the local garage fixing up bikes, while she was in class. It was three years into that that I enlisted. Maybe it was reckless, and dumb as hell considering what I had to lose. But I knew what I had to do, and I knew what was right. My dad had served with the Army in Vietnam, and my grandpops had been a jarhead himself in the Korean War.
Duty to country runs deep in my family.
Jules was mad, but she got it. And the day after she graduated college, with me fresh out of basic, we sealed the deal. We said the vows, I kissed my bride, and she was mine.
The first tour sucked. But I came back to her. The second sucked worse. But still I came back to her. I’d always come back to her, and I knew that.
The third though? Well, it just took me longer. A hell of a lot longer.
But goddamnit, I came back to her.
My hand drops to her thigh, squeezing and feeling her leg flex at my touch. I slide up and back, and feel her hands tighten on me as I slip it behind me, up between her legs.
Fuck she’s still so fucking wet and knowing it’s both hers and my cum that’s leaking into her panties makes my cock swell and thicken. I groan, revving the engine and barreling us down the road.
I want more.
Five years? Fuck yeah, I want more. But we’re close. The cabin was something my grandpop left me. It’s where I used to take Juliana on weekends back in school to get away for the weekend—longer if we could. We came up here for our honeymoon and made every single damn surface of the place full of memories. And now, we’re going back.
It’s the only place I ever want to be with her—the place I thought about back there in the dark, in that hole in the desert. When they beat the shit out of me, or shoved cattle prods against my skin, or waterboarded me, the cabin is where I went to escape it all inside my head. The cabin with Jules.
We pull off one road and drive through the tiny little town, out to the banks of the lake, down the dirt road. And then we’re here. I carry her in, my entire fucking body aching and burning for her. The place is just like we left it—albeit with dust all over the place. But we can clean later. Right now, it’s about finishing—or at least continuing—what we started back on the side of the road.
I groan as our lips sear together, Jules twisting in my arms as she throws hers over my shoulders and wraps her legs around my waist. I stumble into the bedroom, and she gasps heatedly as I push her down onto the bed. I turn and head for the little gas wood stove in the corner. There’s a fireplace out in the main living room area, but in here, it’s just this tiny little cast-iron heater.
And it’s perfect.
I click it on, and flickering orange flame illuminates the room in a soft glow. I turn back to her, heat in my eyes and need in my hands as I tear my shirt off and toss it aside. Juliana’s eyes flicker over me, full of lust and want, but I see them hesitate on my scars—the ones that weren’t there the last time we were together.
“They’re nothing, beautiful.”
“Russ…”
“They’re just markers, angel,” I say quietly as I undo my belt and drop my jeans. “Markers for the road that brought me back to you.”
She whimpers as I stalk onto the bed over her, crushing my mouth to hers and kissing her fiercely. Her legs wrap around me, pulling me towards her center, but I pull back.
Now I get to fucking tease her.
“Uh uh, greedy girl,” I growl, my lust for her blazing as I see the fire in her eyes at my words.
“Show me that sweet little pussy, beautiful.”
Juliana blushes, but it’s a fierce, hungry blush. Her teeth rake over her bottom lip, her eyes locking on me.
“My pussy?”
I grin wolfishly. “My pussy, gorgeous.”
She gasps quietly, the flush creeping over her neck and her chest as she slowly nods. She lays back against the headboard, her eyes locked on mine as she slowly brings her knees up and spreads her legs. She reaches under the dress, and when she tugs her panties down her legs and kicks them away, I groan. I can see her nipples aching against the thin white of her dress, and when her hands slide to the hem and begin to tug it higher, I hiss as my hand finds my cock. Jules sees me, and she moans deeply as she watches me fist my thick cock.
