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As they stood there, embracing each other, the memories of their harrowing ordeal with Audra sometimes threatened to overwhelm them. However, they had learned that the fastest way to heal was to test your boundaries gently. Ryker was back full-time at work, but Oakley wasn’t ready. Or she hadn’t been before now.
They had both begun to spend more time creating their new life together rather than focusing on the horrors of the old life. The more they worked at it, the more love blossomed between them. Strength through adversity was a motto they had grabbed onto.
“Oakley, what if we used our skills to help military and first responder personnel suffering from PTSD and other trauma-related issues in a kind of community service project?” Ryker suggested. “We know first hand how hard it is to come back from a traumatic experience. Maybe we can make a difference in their lives while making one in our own.”
Oakley looked up at him, her face brightening with hope. “That’s a wonderful idea, Ryker. We’ve been through so much, yet here we are–stronger than ever. If we can bring even a fraction of that strength and healing to others, it would mean everything. It’s almost worth the experience.”
“Then let’s do it,” Ryker said resolutely, giving her a tender smile.
“But right now, I need to taste my woman.”
“Again?” she laughed.
“Smart ass,” he said as his hand landed on her backside. “Comply, or there is more where that came from.”
“Promises, promises,” she said, squealing as she ran to the bedroom.
Ryker ran his hands over her smooth skin. “This is going to be quick, but then I’ll go slow. I won’t last long this time.” He caressed her skin, kissing her soft cheeks. He loved how needy she was. Her pussy dripped with want for him. She pushed herself into his hand; her pussy was begging for release. He moved his fingers over her swollen mound, squeezing the flesh, pulling back her cheeks so he could spear her forbidden hole with his tongue. Her cry of desperation made his cock grow even harder; it craved release from its prison and would probe for relief soon enough, but first, he wanted to taste what was in store for him next.
He stood back just far enough to run his finger over her plump, wet channel. Two fingers in each entrance penetrated her, scissoring in the back entrance, plunging into her pussy, stretching their space out as they invaded time and time again. As he added a third finger to her ass, she screamed out at the sudden twinge of sharpness. She ground herself onto his fingers, making sure that sweet agony came through with a spicy after note. It was what she craved, and he needed to give it to her for his own satisfaction.
In the last few months, surprisingly, Oakley had found she was a bit of a masochist in her need for that bite of pain, and he the sadist for his love of giving her that twinge of pain. Sometimes it was a gentle lovemaking that enveloped the sex experience that they enjoyed, but at times like this one, when one or the other’s desire raged, it was fucking.
His hand stayed on top of hers, guiding her movements, forcing her to penetrate her pussy entrance while he continued to violate her asshole. Then he shifted, pulling her hand to his cock. He kept his hand there, showing her the speed he wanted before reaching around, searching for her clit. Rolling, rubbing, then pinching hard on her clit, she became almost violent. His cock slammed into her pussy. Home at last.
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RYKER STOOD BACK, HANDSon his hips, as he surveyed the freshly painted sign that hung above the entrance of their new headquarters. “Hands to Hands” it read, in bold, comforting letters. Oakley stepped up beside him, her expression reflecting the pride they both felt at seeing their dream become a reality.
“Looks great, doesn’t it?” she asked, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
“More than great,” Ryker replied, squeezing her hand back and rubbing her still-flat belly. “It’s the start of something incredible.”
Together, they entered the building, taking in the welcoming reception area that greeted them. Soft lighting illuminated the room, casting a warm glow on the plush seating and potted plants that adorned the space. A friendly receptionist, a veteran herself, sat behind a sleek wooden desk, ready to greet any visitors who walked through the door.
“Remember,” Oakley whispered, her voice filled with determination, “we’re not just creating a safe space for military personnel and first responders, but also a community where they can heal and regain their strength together.”
Ryker nodded solemnly, clenching his jaw as he thought about the men and women they were about to help. “Helping them by connecting them to each other. Soon, we will become redundant.”
“If only,” she sighed.
They continued through the building, each room meticulously designed to provide support and security for those who sought refuge there. Oakley led Ryker down a quiet hallway lined with private counseling rooms, each one soundproofed and furnished with comfortable chairs and soft rugs.
“Oakley, these are perfect,” Ryker praised, feeling the tension leave his shoulders as he imagined hurting men and women finding solace within these walls.
“Thank you,” she beamed, twirling a strand of her hair as she always did when she was anxious. “I wanted to ensure they felt safe enough to open up and share their experiences.”
“Your attention to detail is incredible,” Ryker said, his eyes filled with admiration. “I can tell you’ve poured your heart into this.”
“Quality time, remember?” Oakley smiled warmly, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Now, let’s go see the business side of the building.”
The legal office and the business office flanked the community help office and gathering room. A small kitchen was on one side, and large sofas and comfy chairs created conversation areas. Books and self-help materials were strategically scattered around the large room. There was a playroom separated from the large room for those who needed the space.
At the far end of each wing was an office. There was one for Oakley and one for Ryker. He had wanted them side by side, but Oakley vetoed that. “I need my space, and being next to you will draw you into my space every free moment you have.”
“I’ll take it out in trade, at home.” That worked.
“We designed everything here to encourage connection and healing,” Oakley explained, her voice filled with passion. “And it’s all thanks to our dream and our friends joining the dream, Ryker.”
Ryker looked around, his chest swelling with pride and gratitude. They had created something truly special, a haven where military, vets, and first responders who put their lives on the line for others have a lifeline offered to them. Where they could find support and solace in their darkest hours. He knew that together, he and Oakley could make a real difference in the lives of those who needed it most.
“I love you, Oakley Addison. So much.”
“I love you too, Ryker Bennett. So much more.”
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THE END
