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"Oh?" She smiles at me.
"Your brother said it's helped him, and I have my own things I need to get over. It kills me that, when the cards were down, I had these issues with my feelings of loyalty, of how to handle all the danger, and I couldn't sit down with the woman I love and at least hear her out. That I just immediately dropped into the way I would think when I was in the Marines. I have to figure out how to balance that stuff, because there will be other times in life where there's danger, but nothing should prevent me from listening to the most important person in my life: you." I pull a sigh and let it out. This is hard. As hard as anything I’ve ever done. "Eliza says she knows someone who specializes in vets. Says he served, too. Saw things like I did, went through stuff like I did. She got me his number."
It isn't easy to say things like this out loud. There's this stigma that's associated with it, with admitting you need help, like it's some kind of weakness instead of a byproduct of surviving through something terrible. If anything, it's a consequence of having to be strong. But as hard as it is, seeing the look of pride on Dani's face makes all my doubts disappear. I know it's the right call.
"I think you're making a brave decision, Owen."
"Thanks," I murmur. We reach her car and I open the door for her and then take a seat myself. She starts the car, shifts it into reverse, but stops before pressing the gas.
"They're planning a party for you, you know," she says.
"I figured. Eliza's been dropping hints like crazy every time she checks on me."
"It's at the garage. It's in two hours. Originally, they were going to have it almost right after you were scheduled to be released, but I called them on the way here. I asked them to push it back a bit."
"Why?"
A small smile comes across her face. It's not shy, it's secretive, seductive.
"I wanted to see how things went. What you said, how you said it."
"And?"
"And if things went the way I'd hoped, I'd ask you if the doctors cleared you for more strenuous physical activity."
"Physical activity?"
"I've missed you, Owen. I mean, I've really missed you," she says, her voice heated. "My apartment is on the way to the shop. We have time to... catch up."
I'm rock hard from the moment she says my name in that burning tone of voice. It's what a stay in the hospital, where the only human touch you get comes in gloved hands and with the intent to either fill you with medicine or the worst-tasting hospital food known to man, will do to you.
"We have a lot of catching up to do, Dani," I say, reaching across to brush her cheek. She moans quietly and steps hard on the gas.
We're at her apartment in less than five minutes. In the door a minute after that. The second the door shuts behind us, she attacks me like we're on opposite sides of the fiercest war in human history. I attack her with equal ferocity, my lips capturing hers, my hands ripping her shirt off her, my tongue hungry for the taste of her lips, her tongue, her breasts. Moaning, she clutches my head to her bare chest, gasping as I circle my tongue around her erect nipple.
"Yes, Owen. Oh fuck, I've missed you," she moans.
She tastes sweet, but I want more. Need more. After how long we've been apart, I won't be satisfied until I've tasted all of her.
"On the bed, now," I say. But she doesn't move quick enough, so I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. My body screams at me for that, but let it scream all it wants, nothing will stop me from having Dani.
I set her back on the bed.
Her chest, flushed, rises and falls in excitement as I pull down her panties and bury my face between her legs, inhaling the scent of her arousal and tasting the sweetness of her sex against my tongue.
"Oh fuck, Owen. Fuck, yes," she moans. “I need your tongue on my pussy.”
I hold her hips to the bed with my hands and with my mouth; I devour her, my tongue darting around and around her clit, her body shaking, her hands clutching the sheets for dear life, her moans louder and louder.
I lick her with long strokes, slow at first, then faster, focused, listen to her body — every moan, every shake, every gasp — and let it guide me to just how she wants to be pleased. Her juices drip down my chin as she writhes on the bed, her hands clutching at my head, pulling me deeper into her; the scent of her is intoxicating, her taste is decadent against my tongue.
"Yes, Owen, oh yes. I've missed this. I need this."
I'm grinding my cock against the bed. It's so hard it hurts. I want to be inside her so badly. "Yes, Dani, yes. Come for me, baby," I moan, driving my tongue inside her, licking her, sucking her, devouring her.
"Owen, oh fuck, that feels so good. Fuck, yes. Just like that. Keep doing exactly that."
She screams as waves of pleasure crash over her, the muscles of her entire body clenching as I lavish attention on her clit. I feel her juices wet my chin, and I lap them up, hungry for her, hungry for the pleasure I've brought her.
