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“Please, don’t move,” I implore. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock.” She lifts her head slowly, a dreamy look in her eyes. A radiant smile on her face. She presses a kiss to my lips, my jaw, and my chest before settling down on me again.
“You feel good inside me,” she murmurs, her breath already evening out as sleep takes her. I ease back on the bed, wrapping my arms around her upper back. I lay there holding her, enjoying the way she fits perfectly to my frame. I hope she’s comfortable spread over me. Her legs will likely be sore from being spread so wide over me for so long, but I don’t want her to move. I vaguely feel my cock slip from her heat as it softens. It hits me I didn’t use a fucking condom. I always use a condom, but she drives me to distraction. It never crossed my mind. I’ve never had that happeneven as a teen. I was careful, not wanting an unwanted pregnancy or having to deal with an STD. I knew the moment I first saw Marley she was different. I knew one day she was going to change my life, and now here we are. I know in this moment I’ll never have another woman in my arms, in my bed, in my life. She is it for me. I just hope she will feel the same way. It’s too much to hope for, but I can’t keep from wanting it.
Sighing I shift positions, hoping to be able to drift off. I’m highly comfortable laying this way, but I’m not sure I can sleep, even after this incredible experience. My worry for Daisy is still there. A heavy weight that never goes away but is worse since hearing she’s missing. My worst fears coming true would be to lose her this way. She’s always blamed herself for my accident. Yes, I had been on my way to pick her up from a party I’d plainly forbade her to go to, but even as the words left my mouth, I’d known she wouldn’t listen. Daisy has always been independent. She’s never cared what other people thought of her. Marched to the beat of her own drum, at least she did until that fateful night.
I know everything happened as it was supposed to, but I’ve never been able to get Daisy to see it. I didn’t know why at the time, and sure I was pissed for a while. Every dream I had was taken from me in the blink of an eye. Well that’s not necessarily true. I wanted to live my life to help people, and that’s exactly what I’ve been able to do with my security company. We’ve made a difference in people’s lives. I’m proud of all the good we’ve done. We’ve been blessed to get some really good contracts that paid well which has allowed us to do some pro bono work for those clients, like Marley who need our services, but don’t have the means to pay for them. We have been able help women who were being stalked by ex-husbands, boyfriends, or just crazy random stalkers. People who’ve had their identities stolen and needed our expertise to get their lives back. I may never have been there to help those people if I hadn’t been injured. I would have gone off to the Marine Corps. I have no doubt I would havedone great things there as well, but fate needed me here. I’ve accepted it. I just wish Daisy could accept it.
I know her whole life since that night has been focused on redeeming her perceived fault in my accident. She stayed at my bedside day and night, while making sure she got her GED so she could go to college and become a doctor after signing up with the Navy. I know she considered the Marines, in honor of my dream, but the Navy offered her the medical education she craved. Even as she took care of me in those early days, she still made sure our younger siblings were cared for, went to school, and stayed out of trouble.
By the time she was out of college and ready to enter the Navy full-time, I was out of college myself and beginning to gain experience in cyber security. I worked for a private company for a number of years gaining all the experience and expertise I needed to be able to run my own. My business degree helped me to use the insurance settlement from my accident wisely. I invested some of the money so I’d have a steady income while getting the company off the ground. As each of my brothers ended their military careers, they came to work for me. We now have a good reputation among local officials, our peers, and even state and federal agencies. None of this would have been possible had I not been on that road at that point in time. Daisy refuses to see all this though. If we get her back in one piece, this time, I’m going to do everything in my power to get her to see it was all worth it. I’d go through it all again to be here where I am right now. Especially since I’ve found Marley. If she wants to be with me, my life will be fucking perfect minus the fact my sister has a death wish. It takes me a while, but I finally drift off to sleep. Content to hold Marley in my arms, hoping she’ll want to stay in them forever.
MARLEY
Awareness comes to me slowly. Lifting my head from the warm, firm pillow I’ve been sleeping on, reality hits me. I’m still laying on Luke, completely naked. I feel my face flushing as every detail of what we did a few hours ago runs through my mind. His hands and mouth on my body and mine on his. How wonderfully glorious it felt as I rode him. I can’t believe I was so bold with him. I’ve never been the one to initiate sex in any relationship. I’ve certainly never talked during it, asked for what I needed, but Luke makes me feel safe and confident. I was able to communicate what I wanted and needed. He seemed to be on board with everything. It was by far the best sexual experience of my life.
Luke’s eyes are closed. His face relaxed in sleep. Resting my chin on my folded hands on his broad chest, I study his handsome face. Something I haven’t allowed myself to do before in fear he’d catch me staring and think I was weird. He is fascinating to look at with a large tattoo of a Valkyrie on his left bicep.
He has prominent cheek bones, a broad forehead with perfect eyebrows. His dark hair is thick and soft. His beard is full but neatly trimmed as is his mustache. Memories of how his facialhair felt on my skin, my breasts, my thighs flashes in my mind. A shiver runs through me. I don’t think I’ll ever get bored looking at him. I can feel the soreness between my legs already. I’ll be even more sore, I’m sure, as it’s only been a couple hours since we went at each other like crazy.
I shift my position a little, trying not to move too much, as I don’t want to wake him. He was so worried about his sister I’m surprised he was able to sleep. I’m worried he’ll never see his sister again. I can’t imagine how frightened she much be after her helicopter being shot at then crashing in a foreign country. I hope she’s safe and not dead or worse being harmed by the enemy, but it didn’t sound like her chances were very good.
Luke sighs in his sleep. I must feel like a thousand-pound weight on him. I begin to ease myself off him, but his arms around me, tighten. I pause, hoping I haven’t woken him.
“Good morning, baby,” Luke’s voice is gravelly from sleep. I lift my head again so I can gaze down at him. His eyes are still closed, but he finally opens one of them to peer at me. “Are you feeling okay this morning?” Another blush hits me, knowing what he’s asking. Biting my lip, I nod, fearing my voice will fail me if I try to speak. He leans toward me so I meet him halfway. He takes my mouth in a searing kiss. I moan into his mouth as his hands caress my ass. I can feel myself getting wet for him again. His phone rings just as he begins to pull me up his body as if he is planning to feast on me like he did earlier. A frustrated growl escapes him, but he takes the time to press a quick kiss to my lips. “I’m sorry, sweetness,” he says with a sigh. “But I better get that.”
“Yes, of course,” I tell him as I reach over to the night stand, grabbing his phone and handing it to him. I move to slide off him, but he holds me in place with his free hand. He swipes his phone before pulling it to his ear.
“Robertson,” he answers, listening intently to the caller on the other end. “Yes, this is Luke Robertson.” He listens again. “Thank you, I’ll be awaiting your updates.” He pulls the phone from hisear before tossing it back on the night stand. He closes his eyes, covering his face with his hand, and I wonder if he just got more bad news about his sister, but I don’t want to pry. I want to comfort him so I lay my head on his chest and hold him to me. His arms circle me and he buries his face in my hair. “God, I’m so fucking glad you are here with me,” he murmurs so softly I wonder if he intended to say those words out loud.
“I don’t want to be anywhere else,” I confess. Is this moving fast? Yes, but in all honesty, I’ve wanted this man intimately for the last year. We’ve talked every time he’d come in The Bistro. We’ve developed a friendship of sorts during that time. It’s as if we have been working up to this all along, though I never dreamed it would actually happen. I need to know where his head is at in all this. For all I know, this could just be him seeking comfort from a warm available body. “Luke?” I raise up to look down at him.
“Hmm?” he questions, never loosening his hold on me. Insecurities war in my mind. Do I really need to know right this minute? Maybe I should just let things playout as it will, but I’m a planner. I need to know so I can be prepared when it all comes to an end. “What’s going on in that beautiful head? I can see the wheels turning.” He cups my face in his large hand. I turn into his embrace, wanting to savor his touch for as long as I can get it.
“It's nothing,” I lie, not wanting to lose this intimacy. If I question him and he wants nothing but sex, I’ll make him uncomfortable, and he’ll pull away from me. I’m not ready to lose this just yet. At the same time, I have to protect my heart, not letting myself get too comfortable.
“Marley.” Luke’s voice has a chastising tone. I bite my lower lip, not wanting to disclose my worries. “Talk to me, baby girl.” My insides melt at the endearment. I like when he calls me sweetness, but him calling me baby girl just does something to me. Now more than ever, I don’t want to blurt out my insecurities and ruin this precious time we have together. His bodytenses, seeming to sense my unease. “Marley, is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?” He covers his face with one hand. “Damn, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have brought you here.”
His words cut me deep. I suck in a startled breath, before I scramble to get off him. He lets me go this time. I crawl my way to the edge of the bed frantically searching for my clothes. I blink rapidly in an attempt to keep the tears from my eyes. I vaguely hear him speaking, but I don’t focus on his words. I have to get dressed and get out of here.
“Marley!” His sharp tone halts my frantic search. I don’t move a muscle but keep my eyes down. I can’t look at him. I’ll cry if I do, and lord knows I’ve cried on the poor man enough in the last 24 hours. “Look at me, baby girl.”
How can he call me such sweet names, but regret having me here in his home and his bed? I just don’t understand. I guess it is true. Men are from Mars; women are from Venus. “Marley, come back to bed and talk to me, please?” At long last, I raise my eyes to meet his. All I can see is concern on his face. Not the annoyance or frustration I expected to see. I look down at myself realizing I’m standing here stark naked in front of him. Yeah, I know I had his mouth all over me and his dick inside me just a few hours ago, but now that the sex is over, I feel so utterly vulnerable. I glance around, spying his t-shirt. I snatch it up and pull it on before getting back on the bed. I make sure to keep my distance. I sit on the bed with my legs pressed tightly together and folded under me.
“I’m fucking this up,” Luke begins. I press my lips together tightly and just stare down at my hands. “Marley, I’ve never had a serious relationship before.” My throat tightens as his words sink in. He’s kind so he’s trying to let me down easy. “I don’t know much about making them work.” I nod in agreement, just wanting this to be over so I can find a place to be alone. “I’m not saying this right.” He sighs in frustration. I care for him even as he’s breaking my heart. I know I shouldn’t be this upset. Peoplehave casual sex all the time. Why am I acting like a child about this?
“It’s fine, Luke.” I manage to say without sounding too pathetic. “I understand. It was just stress relief. I get it.” I begin to inch toward the edge.
“No, you don’t get it!” He growls. “Making love to you wasn’t stress relief for me. Did it not mean anything to you?” My head flies up to meet his gaze. Did I hear him correctly?
“Of course, it meant something to me,” I whisper. My eyes filling with tears. “I know I’ve given you the wrong impression about me, but I don’t jump into bed with just anyone. I’ve never had sex on a first date or even the third for that matter. I normally take my time getting to know someone before I sleep with them. I felt like I knew you even though we’ve mostly had a professional relationship up to this point.”
“It meant something to me too, baby girl.” Luke holds his arm out, beckoning me to his side. “Please, let me hold you.” I can’t deny his request, so I crawl over to him and snuggle into his side as his arm pulls me close. “My words didn’t come out the way I wanted them to. I don’t regret for a moment having you in my bed. I only regret that I may have taken advantage of your vulnerable state. Your life has been upended, and you might not be thinking clearly. I should have waited until I had taken care of this problem for you before I moved you into my bed. I’ve wanted you for so long, but I hesitated because I had feelings for you. Feelings, I feared you didn’t reciprocate.”
“You have feelings for me?” I ask disbelieving I heard him correctly. His face morphs into a beautiful smile before answering me. His eyes light up, and it takes my breath away.
“Yeah, baby girl.” He lowers his lips to my forehead in a gentle kiss. “I have feelings for you.”
“Good, I’m glad.” I grin up at him before pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Because I have feelings for you, too.” I debate whether or not I should confess how I’ve daydreamedabout him over the last year. Would that be too weird? He might decide to run for the hills, thinking I’m insane.
