Peony flung her arms around Hunter’s neck and pulled him to her for another kiss. This one was demanding, intense and joyous. “Yes,” she said, after. “I will be your wife. We will be your family.”
They moved slowly this time, savoring every minute. Peony smiled as she undid Hunter’s bolo tie, shaking her head at the silver and turquoise slide. “Nobody wears these in Virginia.”
“We’re not in Virginia,” Hunter said, carefully undoing the zipper on the back of Peony’s dress. “Everything can be different here.”
“I’d like that,” The last of Hunter’s shirt buttons came open, and she pushed the garment from his shoulders. “I’d like that very much.”
Words gave way to kisses as they shed the rest of their clothes. Hunter smiled at the way Peony’s soft round breasts fell against the curves of her stomach once they were free from her bra. “Those are just gorgeous, darling.”
Peony pressed her hands against the outside of her bosom, hugging her massive tits together. “You’re welcome to take a closer look.”
Hunter didn’t need to be told twice. He started kissing every inch of Peony’s chest, letting his pink tongue trace swirling curlicues over her ebony slopes. He loved how dark her skin was; not black like night, but black like the thing you look for in the night; impossible to find, the object of desire can only be discovered by good fortune.
She groaned at his attentions, swaying on her feet. “That feels good, baby,” she said, sliding her dark fingers into his ashy-blonde hair. “Don’t you stop.”
“I’ve got no intention of stopping.” Hunter said. He nuzzled her bosom, letting his cheeks rest against the soft, rounded tops. “This is perfect.”
He maneuvered Peony through the house, into the bedroom. There he pulled back the blankets and laid her on the snowy white sheets. “Absolutely perfect.”
Hunter covered the curvy, lush swell of Peony’s stomach with gentle kisses. Then he reached the parting of her thighs. “Is this okay?” he asked.
“More than okay,” Peony replied. She let her legs splay wide, revealing her most tender folds. Hunter, who’d thought himself fully aroused by this point, groaned aloud as his need grew greater.
Peony, thus arrayed, resembled her namesake. Set between dark thighs, her pussy was a blossom. At the edges, her flesh was almost iridescent, a glimmering shade between black and purple. Closer to her core, the colors shifted; first amethyst, then lavender, then, almost hidden from view, a thin ribbon of pink.
Hunter’s first kiss there was enough to bring Peony right up off the bed. “Damn, Cowboy!” she yelped. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Should I stop?” he asked.
“I didn’t say that,” she replied, pressing his head back down. “I didn’t say that at all.” After that, each one of Hunter’s kisses was met by an increasingly loud chorus of sighs, groans and moans. Gradually, Peony’s legs came up and up, until Hunter’s head was almost sandwiched between her thighs. He could feel her entire body shaking. She’d pulled the sheets so hard, they’d come up off the bed.
“Oh, yeah, Cowboy,” she panted. “I’m going to come.”
Hunter pulled his head back long enough to growl, “Say my name.”
“Hun-ter,” Peony replied, stretching his name over two syllables as she arched her back. “Hunter, now!”
He wrapped his arms around her thighs and held on as Peony shook through a glorious orgasm. She stiffened when she came, long legs and arms growing rigid and strong with her passion. If Hunter hadn’t of been holding on, she would have bucked him off.
After, Peony looked down and smiled. “Wow, Cowboy.” Hunter was on top of her in a flash, his need already pressing into the very end of her juicy folds. “Please, Peony,” he said. “I need to be inside you.”
She gave him the nod and he began to move forward, slowly and gently. “God,” he groaned. “You’re like coming home.”
Penny raised her legs, hooking her ankles around Hunter’s back. “That’s because you are home.” They started rocking back and forth, smiling at each other as the moment built between the two of them. “We’re both home.”
Hunter closed his eyes and groaned. Then he was all the way in here. His blue eyes popped open, in surprise and delight. “Oh, God, Peony. I’m truly home.”
She wrapped her arms around Hunter’s neck and pulled him close as he came. “Home.”
The morning of Seth and Petunia’s wedding was bright and beautiful. The sun was shining, and the sky was blue as far as the eye could see. Hunter was finishing buttoning himself into the crisp white shirt that would go beneath his tuxedo jacket when there was a knock on his door.
“Yes?” he said.
“Can I come in?” It was Peony. She looked radiant in the sunny yellow bridesmaid gown her sister had picked.
“Of course,” Hunter said. He went to the door and took her in his arms, kissing her after carefully glancing down the corridor to make sure no one was watching.
She laughed. “You don’t have to worry about that. Mama read me the riot act this morning. The cat is out of the bag.”
“She’s mad we’re together?”
“She’s worried we’re moving too fast,” Peony said. She ran her hands over her stomach. “Mama’s no fool. She knows that it’s too soon for this to be your baby and for you to know about it.” She laughed. “Considering I’ve known you for all of two weeks.”
Hunter’s heart sank. He’d been on cloud nine, thinking at last he’d found the woman of his dreams. Now it looked like everything was going to slip out of his grasp, leaving him disappointed and alone.
“So this means?”
Peony leaned forward and kissed Hunter on the nose. “It means you’re going to have to get used to Mama giving you the side-eye for quite a while.” She shook her head. “You don’t even know. It took her some time to wrap her head around the idea of having one white boy in the family. Now we’re going to have two? And they’re brothers?”
“If it makes her feel better, tell her Jerry and Mark are both very married,” Hunter said. “The rest of her daughters are safe from the Shipman boys.”
“Nobody’s happy about how the news came out, but that’s Poppy for you,” Peony continued. “You did good by standing up when you did. Mama appreciated you putting the spotlight back on Petunia.”
“Well, it’s really her day.” Hunter slipped into his tux jacket, a sight that made Peony smile. “And that day should be starting shortly. Are you ready?”
She slipped her arm into the crook of his elbow. “As ready as I’m ever going to be.”
The ranch’s yard had been transformed into a beautiful wedding venue, with a white gazebo on one end and rows upon rows of chairs set up facing it. The flowers were purple and yellow. All the bridesmaids, including Peony, wore yellow, while Mama Rose, Hunter’s mother, and the flower girl and ring bearer wore purple.
“It’s beautiful,” Peony said, “but what a lot of work.”
“If that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get,” Hunter said, pulling her tight for a quick squeeze. The pianist, playing a piano brought at great expense and with tremendous difficulty from the local church, began the processional.
“Hey,” Hunter smiled. “This is the first time we get to walk down the aisle together.” They lined up behind the best man and maid of honor – both college friends of Seth and Petunia – and waited their turn to begin the careful slow stroll.
“Not every couple gets to do that twice,” Peony laughed. She was so beautiful, in her sunshine yellow dress, with her hair pulled back and up in a twist and her smile wide, that Hunter almost melted.
“I can’t believe this is real,” he said, and leaned in for a quick kiss.
“Be careful,” she said, fussing at him a little. “If you mess up my makeup for the pictures, Petunia is never going to forgive me.”
“Come on, you two,” Poppy urged from behind them. “It’s your turn!”
Hunter and Peon
y straightened up, stifled their guilty grins, and strolled carefully down the aisle. Hunter’s mother was crying, as he knew she would be, but she managed to smile at the two of them walking arm in arm.
Mama Rose had no tears, but she wasn’t smiling either. Hunter didn’t worry. Peony had told him her mother was so nervous that she was holding her breath. Peony didn’t expect her to exhale until after the cake was cut.
They took their places on either side of the altar. Hunter couldn’t keep his gaze from straying to Peony’s face. As the minister recited the wedding ceremony and led Seth and Petunia through their vows, his mind was racing. It wouldn’t be too long before he would be standing in his brother’s place, pledging his life to the beautiful woman he’d fallen in love with.
Everything had happened so fast, but with that speed came a certainty unlike anything Hunter had ever felt before. He knew he was supposed to care for Peony, to protect her against the world’s harshest elements and to support her in making her dreams come true. When the baby came, he’d be there to help her raise it – and with any luck, in another year or two, they’d be welcoming another child into the family.
The thought of raising a family with this beautiful talented woman made him smile. Hearing his brother proudly proclaim “I do!” made him smile even wider. And later, when they were at the reception, swirling around the dance floor with Peony in his arms while the band played, “The Best Is Yet To Come” made him smile even more than that.
“What’s got you so happy?” Peony asked.
“You,” he said, smiling down at her. “I know it’s Seth’s day, but I feel like I’m the one who won a prize.” He kissed her once, slowly, and then again more deeply. The band started playing another song, this one with a faster beat designed to get people onto the dance floor. It worked, but not on Peony and Hunter. They just stood there, kissing, as the crowd danced around them.
“I think I’m the lucky one,” she murmured against his lips. “There’s a million girls in the world who’d love to be with you, and you pick me.”
“There’s not a million girls in the world,” Hunter replied. “You’re it. The only one. All the other ones disappeared when I saw you.”
She smiled. “Are you going to sweet talk me like this all the time?”
“Every day,” he said, pulling her closer, “and every night.”
“Ah, yes,” she said, quoting his words back to him. “The cowboy ready, willing and able to meet my every need.”
“I’ll do my best,” he promised.
“And I’ll do mine,” she promised back. They kissed again, spinning in each other’s arms, dancing to their own music that no one in the crowd could hear. People smiled kindly as them as they whirled by, a pair of newlyweds in training.
“Then we’re going to be fine,” Hunter said. “Just fine.”
THE END
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Hunter Smith just knew that he was going to die soon. His lungs were going to give out on him or he was going to have a massive heart attack. Or maybe both. His legs were sore. His arms hurt. Hell, every muscle in his body ached! But he kept hearing his gram's voice in his head, "What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger, Hunter boy." So, he continued on.
Training for the Navy SEALs was no joke. He was just approaching the end of what was commonly referred to as "Hell Week". Hunter was completely exhausted, mentally and physically. He had probably only slept about four hours in the past five and a half days. And when he did sleep, he always woke up feeling uneasy, his memories filled with vivid dreams. He could never recall the exact details of the dreams, but in them he was always running from something.
When those five days were over and Hunter had some time to rest a bit, his mind finally made the connection between the dreams and his real life. Being in the Navy was something he had always wanted to do. It started out as a “free” ticket out of his mom’s home, but quickly became an undying passion. By the time Hunter was 16, he had the physique of a serious athlete and the will-power of a God.
As 16 turned into 17, and 17 into 18, Hunter had grown into a strong, handsome young man. His skin was golden brown from all the time he spent outdoors either running or swimming at the local community pool. His sharp features gave him a serious, sexy look, but his smiling eyes could charm a snake. There was no shortage of women who were interested in Hunter. However, he was more interested in achieving his goal of becoming a Navy Seal.
And now, Hunter's dream was almost a reality. He only had to make it through two more phases of training and if all went as planned, he would be a Navy Seal. Taking his dream even further, his hope was to be assigned to the Team 3 Platoon. That is what he had been training for almost all of his life.
He wasn’t worried about the next phase although it was seven weeks long. It was the water combat training, and Hunter was as comfortable in water as a fish. He knew it wouldn’t be as simple as just swimming. However, he was confident that he would exceed expectations in this department. It wasn’t easy by any means, and there were times he struggled. But in the end, he persevered and finished as one of the top performers.
With his confidence still reeling from his success in the water combat training, he entered the next phase with a positive attitude. Those next seven weeks flew by and before he knew it, the end was approaching. It was bittersweet. He was excited to be finished and to be able to say that he was a Navy Seal. He had been dreaming about this moment for so long!
However, he had made some great friends during this adventure, and most of them would be going their separate ways soon. They would be assigned a platoon and off they would go to start training again. But this time they would be training for the real thing. They would be training for deployment. When Hunter thought about going to fight in a real war, he felt anxious, but in a good way. He actually wanted to put his skills to good use. He couldn’t wait to be out there defending his country! To him, it was a rewarding career he was definitely looking forward to.
When the day finally came and Hunter was officially a Navy Seal, he had never been more proud in his life. And when he found out he was to be assigned to Navy Special Warfare Team Three, his excitement tripled! He had reached his goals he had set out to achieve. He was ready to prove his loyalty to the Navy and to his county.
Hunter and his team were almost immediately sent to their base in Coronado, California. And from there, they trained hard every day preparing for the day they would get word of deployment. It didn’t take very long.
Within two months of settling in, Team Three received the orders. They were going to be stationed in Iran and would find out more details in the upcoming weeks. The exact date wasn’t set, but they were instructed to be ready to leave at any given time. Hunter was filled with excitement and a little bit of anxiousness at this news. This is what he had been working for.
The evening of the deployment announcement, as Hunter was getting ready for bed, his mind was racing. He had done a lot of research on the Middle East, but he knew it would be a whole different story to actually experience the harsh conditions he would be living in. He was so lost in thought that it took him a minute to realize someone was talking to him.
“Hey Fish Boy! Earth to Fish Boy!” one of Hunter’s bunkmates was trying to get his attention by calling him the good-natured nickname he had acquired after completing his water combat with such high honors.
Hunter laughed and asked, “What’s up Nick? Did you drop you toothbrush in the toilet again?”
“Ha ha, very funny!” Nick said with a grin. “No, this time I dr
opped yours in there!” he declared. “I’m kidding! I’m just checking to make sure you are coming out with us to celebrate tomorrow night.”
“Yea, I suppose,” Hunter answered with exaggerated disinterest. In reality, he was actually looking forward to going out and letting loose a little bit. He had been working so hard and though it was definitely time for a small break.
“Oh, whatever! You know you can’t wait to put down some beers and check out the ladies! We’re leaving here at nine, so be ready”
Hunter replied with a smile, “I will be ready to kick back and relax. That’s for sure!” And as he settled into bed, he thought about just that. He was ready for a laid back night of fun. He had no idea how his life was about to change completely in just one night.
Hunter made it through the day with the approaching night out still on his mind. He started to get ready at about eight, taking time to shave before his shower. He wore a tight white shirt that showed off his golden tan and rippling muscles, and a pair of dark blue jeans that fit just right.
He was just splashing on some cologne when he heard Nick calling for him. “Hey Fish Boy! Ya ready yet? Time to head out!”
Hunter came through the door and replied, “Hell yes! Let’s roll!”
Nick laughed and they started to head outside to meet the rest of the group. All 16 of them were going out, and they were all in great moods. The hard days of training left little time for nights like these. Actually, it left no time for nights like these. This was a rare occasion, and each one of them had decided to take full advantage of the freedom.
It was a perfect night, temps in the low 70s with a nice, cool breeze flowing through the air. The ten minute walk to the bar flew by as they guys talked and joked getting more pumped by the minute. They were ready to order some drinks and check out the scene.
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