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“Did you just call me a nut?” Savannah comes by and puts her arm around her husband.
He kisses her. “We’re good here, so you can give me the key to that chastity belt now.”
I want to put my fingers in my ears, but I smack on a fake smile.
“Oh good, you’re done.” Brinley puts her arm through mine. “Let me rescue you before they start making out.”
“Thanks for the talk, Liam. Nice to see you, Savannah.” I nod.
“You’re welcome. We won’t be here long, so happy birthday,” Liam says, and I’m pretty sure I catch him grabbing a handful of his wife’s ass before I turn back around.
Brinley drags me to the pool table, where we find most of her cousins. For the rest of the night, we play pool. Brinley and I hustle Easton and Lance. Calista and Rylan leave early while a few of her other cousins linger. They all wish me a happy birthday, and when Brinley brings out the cake, I can’t believe how many people are singing.
I can’t help but think that this is what the commander was talking about. But that thought is followed by the realization that these are the same people who would worry about me every time the helicopter gets called. Why would I put anyone I care about through that? Still, it’s nice to feel so liked. And I can tell how happy Brinley’s family is watching her with me as if her wounds are all healed.
Brinley and I walk home after Nate and Sabrina say they’ll clean up. She’s holding a small bag.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“My decorations.” She gives me a coy smile.
I take her hand, tugging her toward our building. We run up the stairs and unlock the apartment door before we shut it and lock ourselves inside. My lips land on hers, and I press her back against the door. She meets me with the same fervor, grabbing the hem of my shirt and tugging it up my torso. I grab it by the collar and rip it off my body.
“Wait,” she murmurs along my lips. “I have to get ready for you.”
She takes the bag and goes into her room. I pace for what seems like forever.
Finally her soft voice says, “Ready.”
I open the door and find her on the bed with streaks of chocolate frosting along her body. She’s trailed it down her stomach, across her tits, dollops on her nipples, and I can’t wait to see where else.
I strip off my jeans and socks and put one knee on the bed. “I’ll never look at chocolate cake the same way again.”
I take one of her legs and rest it on my shoulder, slowly licking the trail of frosting leading up her leg until I’m eye level with her pussy. I press a kiss to her mound and she moans, then I bring her other leg up in the air and lick the frosting down to her ankle.
After I’m done, I hover over her. “Where should I lick next?”
Her teeth press into her bottom lip as I dip my head and extend my tongue, flicking the frosting from her collarbone into my mouth. My finger traces the frosting on her nipple, and I take it and smear it on her lips.
“You missed my favorite spot.” I kiss her, the two of us making a mess with frosting all over our lips.
I continue down her body, savoring her tits, worshiping her nipples. I don’t want to go fast tonight. I want us to slow it down, savor this because my days here are numbered, and soon, all I’ll have are memories of these intimate moments.
“Want me to put some on your dick for me to lick off?” she asks.
“Later.” I run a hand along her hairline and stare at her beautiful face. I’m so worried the memory of her will fade after I leave. I kiss her, sliding my tongue into her mouth, then roll us so that she’s straddling me because I want to stare at her while I’m inside her. “Slide me in, baby.”
She rises up, grabs the base of my dick and sinks down on it.
“That’s it, baby. Rock on it.”
She moves her hips, her hands on my chest and our eyes locked as the pleasure builds. I fondle her tits, running my fingers over her nipples. They harden further from my touch. I commit every part of her to memory. She rises and then slides back down. I raise my hips, meeting her halfway so I can be as deep inside her as possible.
“God, Van, you always feel so good.”
“You too. Like fucking silk.”
She works me at a slow pace, tension thick in the air because we’re not just fucking. We both know we’re not crazed, only looking for our orgasms. We’re drawing it out because we don’t want this feeling of connection to vanish.
