by Hamel, B. B.
Finally, he nods. “Okay then,” he says. “You take your time. Finish your business. When you’re ready, you tell me what you want. If you want to lead, the position will be yours. If not, I’ll find someone else.”
“Thank you, sir.” He nods. I push back from the table and stand. “I won’t keep you waiting.”
“Better not.” He stretches out. “I’ll be in this city for a while longer. You take your time and call me when you’re ready.”
“Same number you use?” I ask.
He nods. “Same number.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Get yourself right,” he says seriously. “If you’re ready, take the position and never look back. But don’t do it if you’re not ready. The job asks too much.”
I nod once, turn, and leave the café before I say something fucking stupid.
His words keep ringing in my ears as I walk back to my place. The job asks too much. I know they’re true, but it also gives back a lot if you know how to look for it.
I reach my apartment and stop outside. I take out my phone and call Lily.
She answers on the second ring. “Hi,” she says. “How are you?”
“Good,” I say. “Do I sound cool?”
She hesitates before letting out a little laugh. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry about it.”
“Good.” I stare at the ground, desire and confusion warring inside of me. I could leave right now and never think about Nova or Lily again. I’d never know the truth and nobody would fucking blame me at all. I can just hang up, go back to that café, and follow my destiny.
“Let’s get dinner again,” I practically growl at her.
“When?” she asks, surprising me with her eagerness.
“Tonight.”
She’s quiet for a second and I almost think I lost her. But finally, she speaks up. “Okay,” she says. “I can make it happen.”
“Good. Same time, same place?”
“Okay,” she says.
“And you’re riding the motorcycle.”
She hesitates. “Abel, I don’t think—”
“You’re riding it. Wear pants.”
I hang up the phone and head inside, a smile on my face.
5
Lily
True to his word, he pulls up on his motorcycle, a second helmet strapped on the seat behind him. He kills the engine and nods at me.
“Get on,” he growls.
I hesitate. I’ve never been on a bike before. But he unhooks the helmet and tosses it over, and before I have time to really think about it, I put the stupid thing on my head and climb onto the back.
I hold onto him. “What do I do?” I ask.
“Lean a little with me,” he says. “Otherwise, just hold tight.”
“What do you mean, lean?” But my words are lost in the roar of the bike.
I practically scream when he takes off. I hear him laughing like a maniac. We barely go twenty feet before stopping at a light. I keep my feet up, balanced on the back, and I hold on like hell.
We drive around the city like that. He doesn’t go fast and I feel like we’re going to fall all the time, but he keeps us steady. When we turn, I start to feel what he means about leaning with him. When I’m straight up, the bike doesn’t turn sharp enough, but if I put my weight along with him, we take the corner a little tighter.
We end up parked around the corner from my apartment. “Guess we didn’t need the bike after all,” I say to him.
He shrugs, smiling. “Nah. But it was fun, right?”
“Yeah, it was fun,” I admit.
He leads me to another restaurant, this one an upscale bar type place. We order drinks and food and end up talking about absolutely nothing for a while.
I try catching him up on pop culture. “Believe it or not, I don’t watch much TV out in the desert,” he says. “When we’re back in base, I try and stay current, but it’s hard.”
“I remember,” I say. “I mean, I was only in India for a few weeks but it felt like a lifetime.”
“Things move fast here,” he says, nodding.
“You can miss a lot.”
“The internet only makes it worse.”
“Oh, god, the internet.”
“It’s like ten lifetimes happen online every week.”
“I know,” she says, laughing and shaking her head. “Nothing makes me feel older than the internet.”
“You’re nowhere near old.”
“I know!” I say. He’s laughing and I love that smile. It’s so warm, so genuine. “That’s what I mean. Even I feel old as hell.”
He nods along. “Yeah, I feel that.”
I try telling him about Riverdale, about all the new memes, about Reddit, but he’s just clueless.
“I don’t even have a smartphone,” he admits, pulling this old flip phone from his pocket.
“They call those dumbphones now,” I say, grinning at him.
He grunts, frowning. “That’s mean. It’s not dumb, just… not advanced.”
“Poor phone. I don’t want to hurt its feeling.”
Our food comes and we keep talking. He tells me about the stars at night in the desert, about the sounds and the smells and how cold it can get up in the mountains. I get the sense that his unit was out in the wilderness for a long time. There’s a darkness behind his eyes when he talks about it but I don’t push him there.
Most guys I know don’t want to talk about it.
“You know, the one thing I did miss about being a civilian is the noise,” he comments as we’re paying the check.
I frown a little. “What do you mean?”
“Out there, we were always moving around in silence. When we did talk, it was quietly. We didn’t laugh, we didn’t sing, it was just… quiet. Tense. You know.”
Of course, I didn’t totally know. But I could imagine. “Must’ve been hard.”
“You get used to it. Just like you get used to the noise of normal life.”
I look around the restaurant. I hadn’t noticed, but he’s right, the place is kind of loud. And it’s not even that crowded.
We pay and leave together. I’m feeling loose and calm and happy. I’m not stressing about Nova and I’m not thinking about my job.
I’m just enjoying being with this guy. It’s a date… a real date, strangely enough.
A date with the guy that got me pregnant two years ago.
We reach my door and he leans against the frame, head cocked slightly. “This is the part where you invite me in.”
I raise an eyebrow at his brazenness. “Oh, yeah?”
He nods and comes close to me, pulling me by the hair, his great fist taking it into his palm. He’s surprisingly gentle but still somehow fierce when he kisses me and I feel all my defenses completely shatter.
I fumble for the lock and we stumble inside. He kisses me again as I kick the door shut. Nova’s with my mom still and she’ll probably just stay there for the night since it’s getting late. Normally I’d head over there and check on her, maybe watch some TV with my mom and talk, but this…
This is a lot better.
He kisses me and I drag him upstairs. We don’t have time to stop and look around as I kick open my bedroom door. I thank my mom for complaining about my messy room enough to the point where I actually straightened it up a couple days ago.
He shuts the door and pushes me up against it. He strips off my top, kissing my neck and chest. I’m breathing fast, practically moaning. This feels so good. I’d almost forgotten how good this can feel with a man like Abel. It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone, heck, the last guy I was with was actually Abel two years ago. Vaguely, I think I should be nervous, but I’m not, not at all.
I’m just hungry. Starving. Buzzing with desire and need for him. I let him take off my bra and grab his hair as he licks and kisses my breasts and nipples, making me groan.
“Fuck, I forgot how perfect your tits are,” he growls.
“Not a lot of girls out
in the desert?”
“None,” he says and kisses me hard. I believe him.
He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them off. Before he can slide a hand between my legs, I tug off his shirt. I want to see his muscles. I remember his body like a dream and as I look at him, fingers trailing scars and muscle, it’s exactly what I remembered and more. He’s ripped and toned, and little scars dot his flesh from bullets and shrapnel and who knows what else. He smirks at me and pulls my hair.
“Something you like?” he asks.
“Maybe,” I say.
“You want to ask about the scars.”
“I wanted to ask that first night, I just…”
“Scared,” he whispers.
“You don’t scare me.”
“No? I probably should.”
“Tell me about them.”
He grunts softly and kisses my neck. “Maybe another time,” he whispers, and finally slides that hand between my legs.
I let out a soft moan and I know that topic’s over. He rubs my pussy over my cotton panties before sliding them off, leaving me completely naked, completely exposed.
His fingers feel so good as he spreads my lips wide and teases me with a trailing finger. He finds my clit and rolls it around his fingers, tongue in my mouth, my body pinned to the door. He takes me with ease and a surprisingly gentle touch, warming me up to a feeling I haven’t experienced in a long time, not since he last gave it to me.
“Oh, god,” I groan. “I almost forgot how good this feels.”
“Been awhile?” he growls in my ear.
Shit, I shouldn’t have said that. To cover my mistake, I kiss him and pull his hair.
He groans and slide two fingers inside of me. I roll my hips and push back from the door. He stumbles back and I push him down onto the bed, dropping to my knees between his legs.
He looks down at me as I take off his belt and his jeans. I leave them in a pile on the floor and stroke his thick cock over his boxer briefs. I kiss him and he pulls my hair as I grip his shaft.
He’s rock hard, straining to break free. God, he’s as excited as I am. The thought sends a spark down my spine and I can barely control myself as I take off his underwear, leaving him just as exposed as I am.
I lick his cock base to tip. He lets out a soft little growl and it drives me wild. I take him in my mouth and suck his tip, tasting the salt on my tongue and loving it as I roll it around him. He moans and I suck him deeper and faster, sliding down into my throat, tasting as much of his massive cock as I can fit into my mouth and throat and still barely getting half.
He groans and grabs my hair, holding it tight. I go deep and gag but don’t stop, sucking him faster. I look up into his eyes, his gorgeous eyes filled with desire, just like mine. I look at his muscular, ripped, scarred body and put a hand on his chest as I start to suck him faster and faster, working my lips and tongue along his shaft.
He growls and pulls me back, leaning forward to kiss me. He stands and turns me, practically throwing me down on the bed. He gets me on all fours, spreading my legs wide, and licks me from behind.
I gasp, surprised. I’ve never felt this before. He licks my ass and pussy like it’s nothing. I grip the sheets in my fists and moan his name, Abel, Abel, whispering it over and over.
“You taste good, girl,” he growls and slaps my ass. “This is what I really missed from civilian life. A delicious little cunt all to my own.”
“You think it’s all yours?” I say back.
He grins at me and slides two fingers deep inside. I moan and arch my back.
“It’s all mine,” he says and spanks my ass again. “You can pretend all you want like it isn’t, but we both know the truth. Every inch of this dripping pussy is mine, all fucking mine.”
He fucks me with his fingers and pulls my hair. I wiggle my hips, feeling every inch of his fingers inside of me and wanting even more. He lets out a little growl and I moan in response, barely able to control the pleasure and desire flooding my body.
And then he’s grabbing my hips, cock pressed against my lips. I push back against him and feel him pierce deep inside of me. I gasp as he fills me, big and intense. He’s ripping me apart but I don’t stop. I roll back and back and take him up to the hilt, let him bury his enormous cock deep between my legs.
He lets out a low growl. “You feel incredible,” he groans. “Tight and fucking warm. This is what coming home really means.”
I moan as he starts to fuck me. Not hard, not right away, but not gentle, either. He’s always got a hard edge to him, like he can’t help himself. He thrusts and fucks me and I take his big dick between my legs again and again, letting myself get lost in it.
He grabs my hair and spanks my ass, taking me faster. I push back against him, wanting every single inch of his enormous cock to keep making me moan. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relaxed and free with someone before, maybe not even with him the first time.
I roll my hips back. I feel him reach around and start to rub my clit as he grinds his enormous cock inside of me. It feels like heaven and my back arches so hard I think I might break it.
“That’s right,” he groans. “Take my big dick. You like getting fucked by me, don’t you? You love tasting it, taking it, feeling me fill you.”
“Yes,” I moan. “I love it. God, I love it. I missed it.”
“I missed this pussy,” he groans. “Never thought I’d feel it again. But I needed it, every fucking day I needed it.”
He keeps working my clit, keeps fucking me nice and deep.
“God, Abel,” I gasp.
“You want to come on this dick, don’t you?” he says. “You want it badly.”
“Please,” I groan back.
“But not yet.”
He pulls back suddenly. I gasp as he turns me, throwing me down onto my back. He buries his face between my legs, sucking and licking my pussy. I feel my body spasm with pleasure and I’m shocked at how good it feels.
“Delicious,” he says as he gets up on his knees and sinks himself inside of me again.
I gasp and grip the sheets before he grabs my wrists. He pins them up above my head and fucks me like that, his muscular, big body holding me down against the covers. I groan and roll my hips, clit rubbing against him as his cock fills me, thrusting in and out.
It feels like heaven as he takes me like that. I’m pinned and controlled. My pussy is all for him and I know he can do whatever he wants with it.
I need him to keep going. I gasp and whisper his name. We’re sweating and it feels like we’ve been fucking for hours already. I gasp and he thrusts deeper, filling me, getting harder, harder, not holding back. I groan and he fucks me harder and harder. I feel my breasts bounce with every deep thrust inside my pussy.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You feel so good. You’re so fucking sexy. Those lips, this pussy.” He lets go of my wrists, teasing my breasts. “These perfect tits. Fuck, girl. I need to fill you up.”
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, grinding my hips against him. “Don’t stop.”
He senses how close I am and keeps going. He pushes me, fucking me faster, filling me. I groan and push closer, harder. I don’t know how much longer I can take this as he moves in rhythm, together in sync, passion overtaking both of us.
“Abel,” I gasp, my back arching. “Fuck me.”
His hard body doesn’t stop, his huge cock filling me over and over again. I gasp as the orgasm suddenly rips into me, tearing through my body, pleasure ringing like a bell through my skin. I can’t remember ever feeling like this before, but I can’t remember much of anything in this moment.
I feel him groan and his lips graze mine. “Come for me,” he whispers. “God, come hard for me.”
I dig my fingers into his back and he keeps fucking me, unrelenting, not slowing down. I feel him grunting, deep in his chest, a growl escaping his lips.
He comes inside me only moments after I’m finished. It feels so good to have him fill me up again and I roll my hi
ps, encouraging him, wanting every single drop. He groans and fills me to the brim, his lips locked against mine. I dig my fingers deeper until finally we finish.
He lies next to me on the bed, both of us sweating. I grin at him and put my head on his chest. I can hear his breath come in and out and the deep slow thump of his heart.
“That’s what I needed,” he says.
“Me too.” I grin at him and kiss his chest.
“What were the chances we’d run into each other again?”
I shrug a little. “Not good.”
“But here we are.”
“Here we are.”
I lie there for a little longer. Slowly though I start to become aware of my surroundings.
We’re in my house, where my daughter lives. Where his daughter lives. And there’s a picture of her right next to my bed, right on the nightstand. She’s young in the picture, but still. Having him here, I can see the resemblance. It’s pretty obvious.
He doesn’t seem to notice. I sit up and smile at him, trying to stay calm. I get out of bed and put some clothes on.
“You should go,” I say. “My daughter will be home soon.”
He stretches. “Kicking me out, huh? Got your taste and now you’re done with me?”
“Don’t act like I’m hurting your feelings.”
He laughs and gets up. I marvel at him as he grabs his clothes and starts to pull them on. I have to physically shake my head to stop dreaming about him fucking me all over again.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “I know I’m more than just an amazing fuck to you. It’s why you can’t seem to stop calling me.”
“I think you’re the one that’s calling me.”
He shrugs. “Whatever.” When he’s dressed, I hurry to his side and take his hand, leading him along.
I know I’m being obvious but I can’t help it. The house is full of pictures of Nova. I hurry along and he keeps pace, not saying anything as we reach the entrance hall. I face him and kiss him quickly.
“Thanks,” I say. “It’s been a while since I had fun.”
“I bet.” He kisses me again, this time deeper and slower. “I’ll see you later.”
