Ammo and Mary

by Annette Stephenson

  “Ben, I am very sorry.” Was all I let her get out.

  “No, I am. I really don’t know what I am doing in a relationship. I should have been on my way here as soon as you called,” I said.

  “I am sorry that I was not myself this afternoon. The whole thing freaked me out. I didn’t expect you to be here. It’s okay,” she said.

  “It’s completely understandable why you were not yourself,” I said. She was standing in front of me. I pulled her to me and wrapped her up in my arms. I was hoping she was starting to feel better. I was. Her hair was still wet, and she was wearing her normal sleep clothes. I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel her.

  “What happens next? It’s too late to deliver them tonight.” She talked into my chest.

  “I need to know what time I can deliver those shirts. I will have the guys that were here today come over with a van that we use for stuff like this. I will go do some surveillance and we will go from there. I gave Gena and Hack his name and address and they are working on putting together who he is,” I said. I felt her pulling back. I loosened my hold on her.

  “I have to text him what time the delivery will be. What time works for you?” she asked, looking at me.

  “Nine is good.” I looked at her. She grabbed her phone and sent off that text.

  I leaned down and kissed her. She opened for me and I deepened the kiss. She broke off the kiss. “I need to eat. Thank you for getting everything ready,” she said, kissing me again. She went to sit on the stool and waited for me to join her. We sat down and tucked into the dinner.

  Chapter 20

  Mary

  After I finished my dinner, I took my plate to the dishwasher. I rinsed and loaded it up as Ben finished his dinner. He brought his over and did the same.

  “I wanted to show you the app and some other things I put on your phone. I need to text the guys and then I want to help you forget about this and relax,” he told me.

  “Okay, let’s go in the lounge and you can show me the stuff on the phone,” I said, walking out to the couch.

  He followed with our phones in his hands. He sat next to me and explained about the app and the contacts. Then he talked about a text group.

  “The ladies of Forces have their own text group. I added you in so you can keep up on everything going on. I think you will enjoy it,” he said.

  I looked through all the texts I had missed. It would be nice to be a part of this group. They were generally nice to each other. They had some teasing, but overall, they were just having fun. I sent a few texts off to the group and looked at Ben. He was texting the guys who would be here tomorrow. He looked at me when he was done. “So, Mary, what would you like to do to relax?” His smile had an amorous quality to it.

  “I have a few ideas,” I smiled at him. I stood and pulled on his hand so he would follow me. I noticed he still had his bag at the door. “Did you want to grab your bag and bring it to the bedroom?” I asked.

  “Okay.” He grabbed it and followed me to the bedroom.

  I set my phone on the charger. “Did you need to charge yours? I have a surge strip here.” I pointed to the strip on the floor. He pulled out a cord from his bag and plugged it in. He was next to the bed. I nudged him to turn and gently pushed him back. He sat on the edge and I stepped into the space between his legs. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed him.

  He put his arms around my waist and pulled me with him as he lay back. I straddled him while his hands roamed my back, wandering to my breasts. I pulled my shirt off. He started cupping my breasts then found my nipples and started pinching and tugging them. I was instantly wet. I felt myself grinding against him, looking for friction. I realized I was grinding against his hard shaft.

  I pulled his shirt up and off. He flipped us so he was on top. I loved him taking control like that. He started at my mouth, kissing me down my neck and shoulders. He covered everywhere he could reach with kisses. He got to my nipples, kissing and suckling each one. The attention he was lavishing on me felt amazing. He slid off the bed, taking my pants with him. He gently spread my legs apart to make room for himself. I was at the edge of the bed. He knelt between my thighs. He put one leg over his shoulder and then kissed his way up my thigh. When he reached my apex, he dived in, licking and sucking. He had my clit in his mouth, and I was moaning with pleasure. He kept the pressure on my clit, and it was not long before I flew apart. He looked up at me.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said, leaning up to kiss me. I reached down and unfastened his jeans. He slid them and his boxer briefs off. I looked at him as he stood before me. I admired him. His arms were very muscular and made to hold me. He had a defined chest which had a dark smattering of chest hair that led into a trail down his washboard abs to his cock. I could not wait to feel him inside of me. He was large and ready to go. I scooted back on my bed and reached for him.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

  “You won’t.” I kissed him back.

  He pulled me to him and knelt on the bed. He lifted my hips to bring me into position. I slid my legs over his thighs. He looked me in the eyes as he entered me for the first time. I hissed a little and he stopped, ready to pull out. I used my legs to encourage him to keep going. He moaned as he fully seated himself. I watched him as he started to plunge in and out of me. It was my turn to moan as he built me towards another orgasm. He held onto me as he pounded me. He was slamming me hard. I reached down and started rubbing my clit in earnest. My whole body tingled. The feel of him inside me, filling me, was so completely.

  “Mary, you feel amazing,” he said.

  “Oh, Ben, I’m so close.” He reached down and licked my nipple. I moaned out as I felt my walls clamp around him.

  “Mary!” I saw his neck muscles contract as he came inside me. I milked him as he stilled, buried deep in me. We looked into each other’s eyes as we tried to catch our breath. He brushed some of my hair away from my face. He turned us so he could lie next to me without sliding out. He started to lazily kiss me while holding me to him.

  “Mary.”

  “Hmm?” I said as I let him kiss my cheeks and neck.

  “Um, are you on birth control?” he asked as he kept kissing me.

  I froze. I hadn’t thought about it at all. Oh fuck. I started thinking back to when my last period was. I thought it was like two weeks ago. I figured I would be fine. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was smiling at me.

  “You are very cute when you think hard. Do you want kids?” he asked. He went back to kissing me.

  “I would love to, but I would not stop living if I didn’t,” I said.

  “I would like kids, but I agree if it didn’t happen, I would not be devastated,” he said. “I have some condoms in my bag for next time, okay?” He started to get up.

  “Yeah. That is fine,” I said. I got up and went to the bathroom. He went to his bag and got the box of condoms and set them on the nightstand. He turned back the comforter and lay down, waiting for me.

  While I used the bathroom, I started thinking again about just how long ago my period was. I didn’t keep track; there was no need. Just like there was no need for birth control. You had to be having sex to make a baby, and I wasn’t. I finished and washed my hands, Ugh. How could I be so irresponsible? That wasn’t who I was. How would I raise a baby by myself? I could not believe how stupid I had been. I just stood there, letting cool water run over my hands.

  There was a tapping at the door. “Mary?” Ben said softly through the door. I didn’t answer. I was too busy panicking. I’d just had the most magical sex in my life, and I could be getting pregnant right now.

  I felt his arms wrap around me. He pulled me against his naked body. I instantly wanted him again even though I was worried that we might have just made a baby. He turned off the water, dried my hands, then picked me up and took me back to bed. He laid us down and threw the comforter over us. He stroked my face till I was looking him in the eyes.

  �
�Domino said something to me today. He told me I need lessons on women and relationships. And I really see that I do. Mary, I guess I didn’t explain enough what it meant for me to have a relationship with you. I had hoped you would’ve realized I have chosen you. That you are it for me, my one and only. I see that I have not done a good enough job explaining just how epic it is that I am here with you. Mary, if we just made a baby, that’s fine. We will be living together and hopefully married and have a baby. If you aren’t, that is fine too. I still want to live together and be married. You are mine. I will treasure you, protect you, and take care of you till my last breath. I love you, Mary,” he said.

  I watched him as he said this to me. He watched my eyes as I let what he said sink in. I wanted that. I wanted everything he said. “Yes.” I kissed him. I poured my love for him into the kiss. I pulled back and said, “I love you, Ben.” He groaned as he kissed me deeply. I rolled on my back, bringing him with me, reveling in our kiss.

  He shifted so I could feel his cock ready to enter me. I shifted my hips and he started to slide in. He looked in my eyes as he did. I dug my fingers into his shoulders. He made slow, lazy love to me, telling me with each stroke just how much he loved me. He ground into my clit, bringing me closer to another orgasm.

  “Yeah, Mary.” He hissed a breath in.

  I moaned out my release, feeling him deep inside me.

  “Mary,” he groaned out as his orgasm hit. He leaned down and touched my forehead with his as we caught our breath. “I love you,” he softly said, then kissed me.

  He slid out and got comfortable on the bed. He reached for me to pull me to him. I tucked myself into his chest and we held each other. I was hoping that this would be the way we fell asleep for the rest of our lives. I fell asleep knowing how loved I was.

  I woke up to strange smells in my house. The spot next to me was empty, but my sleep clothes were laid on the foot of the bed. I put them on and went out to the kitchen. Ben had his back to me. He was chopping vegetables at my counter, shirtless. His gym shorts hung low on his hips. I was pretty sure my panties melted. I watched his muscles ripple beneath his creamy golden skin. Yup, my panties were completely melted.

  “I have a cup of tea in your spot for you,” he said. I looked at where I normally sat and saw the tea in my favorite cup. I smiled. I went to it.

  “Thank you. So how did all this stuff get in my kitchen?” I asked, looking over the food, utensils, and then I noticed the coffee maker. “Rosa gave you this stuff?” I looked at him.

  “When I called her to ask for dinner yesterday, I asked her if I could borrow a few things. She packed a bag and included a few things I didn’t ask for,” he explained. He had a questioning look on his face, trying to figure out what I was getting at.

  “That coffee maker is her personal one from her office. She does not share it; not even with her kids. And if I am not mistaken, she gave you some of her personal stash of coffee beans.” I hadn’t realized that Ben had made such an impression on Rosa.

  “Really? That is some of the best coffee I have ever had outside of Costa Rica. She said you hated coffee and figured I didn’t. I thought it was great since I didn’t have to run out and get some. I will have to thank her. Does anyone make dessert for Sunday dinner?” he asked.

  “You’re going to Sunday dinner for sure? I never asked Rosa.” I felt like I’d missed an important conversation.

  “Rosa requested us there at 4 tomorrow. I’m to have you there on time.” He smiled at me. Was it wrong I wanted him right there in my kitchen?

  “If you want to make dessert, text her and tell her. I never bring anything besides myself and flowers,” I said.

  “Okay. So, what did you want for breakfast? I have fixings for an omelet for me. I can easily make you one,” he asked.

  Chapter 21

  Ammo

  After breakfast, we got dressed. I had about fifteen minutes before the guys showed up. I decided to call Tarzan.

  “Hiya, how are things, Tarzan?” I asked when he answered.

  “Not good, not good at all. I am going to take an open-ended leave. I am putting together an email for Domino right now.” He sounded strangled.

  “John, I am so sorry. What can we do for you?”

  “I don’t know. She’s dying, Ben. I don’t know how soon, but it’s so much worse than they thought.” I could tell he was crying.

  “John …”

  “Ugh, enough. How are things with Mary?” he asked.

  “Wonderful. I am with her now,” I said, feeling bad that everything was perfect in my world while his was falling apart.

  “Good. I am going to go. I will let you know if I need something.” He hung up.

  Well, fuck. I blew out my breath. I felt Mary come up behind me and wrap her arms around my waist.

  “I take it that was not good news,” she said.

  “No, remember when we walked into the command center and Tarzan was doing research with Hack and Gena?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  “His wife is dying. They had nine years together. They were trying for a baby and they found out she is dying instead.”

  “We will do whatever we can for them. It’s all we can do, okay?” she said and hugged me tighter.

  “The guys just pulled up.” I hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

  I let them in, and we headed to the lounge. “Hiya. I called Tarzan. It’s not good. Jenn is dying,” I said. There was a chorus of ‘fucks’ from them. “Yeah, we will have to do whatever we can to help them. And no, I have no idea what that is.”

  “Yeah, whatever they need,” Oatmeal said. Another chorus of yeahs followed.

  “All right. Well. Let’s get this done so we can see what’s going on at this asshole’s house,” I said. They had brought in the coms equipment with them along with one of our delivery disguises. I went, changed, and they adjusted the coms and got mine hooked up.

  “Okay, so the plan is I go over. Joey, you are in the van with me. You will let me know when you’ve got a good picture of this guy. Lego, you are backup in my car.” I tossed him my keys. “And Oatmeal, you are staying here with Mary. Everyone good?” I got nods all around. “Great, let’s go.” I turned and took Mary into my arms. I hugged her. “I will be back soon. Then we will do something fun and I will take you out to dinner tonight. Sound good?”

  “Sure, as long as I am with you everything is good,” she said. She smiled and kissed me. She handed me the shirts.

  “Be back soon,” I said and headed for the door. Joey and Lego walked out with me. Oatmeal locked up behind me. I could hear Mary through the door.

  “Oatmeal? How did that become your nickname?” I chuckled. It was a good story.

  Joey and I got in the van and he went to the back, where the monitoring system was set up. I started the van and drove towards Mr. Greyson’s house. Joey handed me a pair of glasses. They had a camera in the frame. I put them on to make sure the feed was working.

  “Glasses’ camera feed on. Van cameras one, two, and three on. All connected to Hack. Joey, check.”

  “Ammo, check,” I said.

  “Lego, check,” he said.

  “All coms are a go; camera feeds are a go. Good luck, gentlemen,” Hack said.

  “Five minutes from destination,” I said. I wanted to see this Mr. Greyson for myself. From what Mary said, he seemed like an evil creep. I parked right in front of his house. I got out of the van and went to the back to grab the shirts. I walked up to the house and rang the bell. I waited for the door to open.

  I looked around the front of the house. The windows and door were well maintained. The curtains were hung in a way to let in light but not have anyone on the doorstep see inside. The stoop was clean, no leaves, which meant it was freshly swept. It was fall; there would have been leaves if it had not been. The door opened. A very skinny man with white hair and ice-blue eyes opened the door.

  “Can I help you?” he asked.

  “Yes, these
are for Mr. Greyson,” I said, handing over the shirts.

  “Ah, Mary told me they would be here at 9 a.m. You are right on time.” He handed them to a woman in a black maid’s uniform. I looked for a bandage and did not see one. I heard the clicks to let me know they’d gotten the pictures. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a few bills to hand to me.

  “Thank you, sir. I hope you have a wonderful day,” I said, and I turned to walk to the van. I heard the door shut behind me.

  “Got good photos of him, Ammo. Starting the facial recognition now,” Hack said. I hopped in the van and started to drive.

  “Everything is clear so far,” Lego said.

  “I got lots of film of the house. I will analyze it and see what I can find,” Joey said.