by R. R. Banks
“Yes, baby,” I moan. “Just like that. Yes. God, yes.”
The sound coming from Eric is almost a growl as he pounds himself into me again and again. With the doors of the great room open, I can hear the sound of the waves crashing outside blending seamlessly with our cries of pleasure and the sound of our bodies colliding, creating an erotic music that's entirely intoxicating to me.
“God, Calee,” he gasps. “You're so fucking tight. You feel so good.”
He drives himself deep into me and I call out his name. My skin feels like its on fire and my every nerve ending has been set ablaze. As he continues to drive himself into me, the pressure inside of me continues to build again as he pushes me closer and closer to the brink.
Eric's breathing is becoming more ragged and his body is tensing. I know he's close. I look over my shoulder at him and push back, taking him deeper into me, making both of us cry out.
“Come for me, Eric,” I say. “Come for me, baby.”
He gives me one last, hard thrust that sets off another explosion in me at the same time I feel his body tense up. He cries out, his moans filling the room around us. And a moment later, I feel his cock pulsing and throbbing inside of me, which is quickly followed by the feel of his warm, wet seed shooting deep into me. I moan as his spunk fills me up completely – and the feeling of it is what pushes me over the edge.
I cry out, calling his name, as another orgasm – this one, even more intense than the first – erupts within me. I feel my body spasming and trembling as I come. The sensations rushing through me are intense – almost to the point of it being uncomfortable. But that bit passes quickly and I'm left swimming in a pool of absolute orgasmic bliss.
All good things come to an end though, and my orgasm fades, leaving me feeling wrung out, but incredibly satisfied. I drop down onto the couch and Eric sits down beside me. Laying my head on his chest, I idly run my fingertips across the skin of his flat stomach.
“I could do that all night,” I say, my breathing beginning to slow.
He chuckles softly. “Maybe you can give me a couple of minutes to recover?”
I look at him and smile. “A couple of minutes,” I say.
“I love you, Calee.” he says.
My eyes fill with tears as my heart fills with joy. “And I love you, Eric.”
Epilogue
One Year Later...
“He has your eyes,” I say. “Dark. Soulful. Deep.”
Calee looks at me and smiles. “Think so?”
I nod. “Definitely.”
We're standing next to the crib in the room we'd converted into a nursery looking down at her son – our son – Caleb. He's a beautiful baby. Happy, always smiling, doesn't cry very often – I like to think it's because he feels secure. Because he knows he's loved.
He's a few months old now and is growing like the proverbial weed. And I have to say that motherhood suits Calee. She has a glow about her and a new energy. She's excited and hopeful. Optimistic.
It's still sometimes hard for me to believe that a little more than a year ago, when I met her, she was lost. Looked empty. Looked like she had nothing to live for. Hell, it looked like she might not really want to live at all.
But that was then and this is now. She has the love of two men – myself and Caleb – to help keep her going.
“How did I get so lucky?” she asks. “To not only have such a perfect baby, but to have such a perfect husband?”
“I don't know,” I say. “I ask myself that same question all the time – how did you get so lucky?”
She giggles and slaps my arm playfully. I understand the sentiment though. I often wonder how I got so lucky to have stumbled onto somebody like Calee. My life was forever altered the night I met her – it just took me a little while to realize it.
Calee definitely helped fill whatever dark void existed in me. She completes me in ways I never knew I need to be completed. She makes me want to be a better man. A better doctor. A better husband. Because of her, I feel genuinely happy and content in my life. Maybe for the first time ever, I'm at peace.
“Good morning.”
We turn as Alma steps into the room and stands next to us at the crib.
“Good morning,” Calee and I say in unison.
“How did you sleep?” I ask.
“Like a baby,” Alma says and then giggles as if she just realized what she'd said.
Alma is living on the third floor of the house now. We hired her just a couple of days ago to help with Caleb. It was a decision that genuinely pained Calee – she doesn't like being away from our little boy. She wants to mother him around the clock – but she's got other things going on. Other priorities.
She looks at me and I recognize the uncertainty in her eyes. I recognize it because I've seen it a million times and we've had the discussion we're about to have the same number of times before.
“Yes, this is a good idea,” I say. “No, you're not a bad mother.”
Alma smiles. “You're not a bad mother at all, Calee,” she says. “You're one of the most attentive, caring mothers I've ever seen.”
“See? Listen to Alma,” I say. “She's wise beyond her years.”
“Then why do I feel like I'm abandoning him?” she asks.
“Because you're used to being around him twenty-four/seven,” I say. “And because you are a very good mother.”
Shortly after we got back from Wyoming, Calee took the test and earned her GED. She was bursting with pride the day she got the results. But given that she was becoming very pregnant, she knew she needed to wait until after the baby was born to do anything with it. To fill her time, she poured every ounce of energy she had into the baby.
But now, Caleb had been born and is a part of our world. She'd nursed him and cared for him exclusively for a while, and now it's time for her to do what she always dreamed of doing – getting her college education. I've been encouraging her to take the plunge for a little while, so I'm beyond ecstatic to see that she's finally doing it.
And I'm not going to let her back out of it because she's getting cold feet about it.
“Honey,” I say. “Caleb is in excellent hands. And it's not like you're going to be gone for weeks at a time. You'll be gone a few hours a day. At most. And after that, you are free to come back home and smother our child to your heart's content.”
She laughs. “I do not smother him.”
I shrug. “Yeah, you kinda smother.”
“I do not!”
“Alma?” I say. “Back me up here. Does Calee smother our baby?”
With Caleb in her arms – and her studiously not looking at us – Alma carries him over to the doorway and then turns back to us, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“I'm not going to touch that one with a ten-foot pole,” she says and laughs. “That question is a no-win situation for me.”
“I'll take your abstention from answering as a positive response,” I call after her.
Calee steps to me, taking my hand in hers. “Maybe I should wait,” she says. “Maybe the time isn't right and –”
“Sweetheart, the time is never going to be absolutely perfect,” I say. “There's always going to be something that comes up. You need to just take the bull by the horns and do it. I believe in you, Calee. You can do this.”
“But it's such a –”
I hold up my hand to cut her off. “The time is as perfect as it's going to get,” I say. “We have excellent care for Caleb when you're not here. And you have some goals and dreams you want to pursue. It's time you start thinking about what you want to do.”
She says nothing but I can see the conflict on her face – she's torn between wanting to be a good mother and chasing down her dreams.
“One thing you need to understand,” I say. “Is that you can be both – mother of the year and a college student. Especially since we have Alma here to back you up.”
“You're right,” she says, nodding. “In my head, I know you're right. I'
m just scared.”
I take her by the shoulders gently and look deeply into her eyes. “It's understandable. Starting off on a new venture – especially one you dreamed about for so long can be scary. Intimidating,” I say. “But you also need to know that you are one of the most courageous people I've ever met. To have lived through all you lived through – to have endured what you did – that takes a steel spine that ninety-nine percent of people don't have. There is more strength and courage in you than in most people I meet, Calee. This? School? It's nothing. You got this. You got this easy.”
“What if I fail?” she asks softly, looking up at me with fear in her dark eyes.
“You're not going to fail,” I say. “You're going to excel. I know you are. You're way smarter than you give yourself credit for, you know. But also, you can't fail unless you quit or you don't try to begin with. Those are the only two ways you can fail. Anything else is just a setback.”
Her smile is wide and her eyes are shimmering with tears as she steps forward and embraces me tightly.
“Thank you,” she says softly. “For everything. Especially the pep talk.”
“You're going to be amazing.”
We stand, holding one another, for a few more moments, relishing the feel of one another. Finally, she steps back and looks me in the eye, giving me a nod. Picking her backpack up off the floor by the crib, she slings it over her shoulder.
“I'm off then,” she says.
“You're going to kill it.”
Her smile melts my heart. “Again, how did I get so lucky?”
“I really don't know,” I say. “But you most certainly did.”
She slaps me on the arm again, laughing. She gives me a quick, chaste kiss and turns to go. Pausing at the door, she turns back to me.
“I love you, Eric Galloway.”
“And I love you, Calee,” I say. “More than you can possibly ever understand.”
THE END
Major O
A Bad Boy Military Romance
She’s never had an orgasm and I’ve never failed a mission.
I spent 12 years going through hell as a major in the marines.
But hell itself wasn't enough to make me forget Abby Greenwood.
I left her without a word one night 12 years ago.
But I had a good reason...
I also swore to myself that I would never set foot in this town again.
Yet here I am... and there she is.
With her perfect body and alluring eyes, begging me to take her.
I never got to taste her before I left.
But now I've got a second chance.
And this is one mission I can't fail...
I’m the only one who can give her what she needs,
even if it takes me all night.
Chapter One
I admit it – I’m not very good at my job. I let myself get easily distracted. But then, most guys in my place would be easily distracted too. Having a woman face down in your lap, blowing you in the front seat of your car can be more than a little distracting.
In my defense though, when you're sitting on a long, boring-ass stakeout for hours on end, you need to find ways to distract yourself. At least, I do. Maybe I've got that ADHD or some shit like that.
Fortunately for me, I've gotten smarter about how I do things. That's my deal – working smarter so I can enjoy a few of the perks that go along with the job. Perks like Sarah here, who is working my shaft like an absolute pro. Although she pretended to be this shy, demure, inexperienced little thing when we met, I can tell by the way she's sucking my cock that this is most definitely not her first rodeo.
I have my hands in her hair, pulling on it gently as she slides her tongue up and down my shaft. She has a firm grip on my cock and is stroking me at the same time. I let out a small gasp as she takes all of me into her mouth, tightening her lips around me and starts bobbing her head up and down fast and hard, using her hand to cup and squeeze my balls.
I throw my head back against the headrest of the driver's seat and moan. It feels damn good.
“Jesus, Sarah,” I groan.
She immediately stops and looks up at me, a flash of anger in her eyes. “It's Sabrina,” she scowls.
I give her a dry chuckle and a lopsided smile. “Right. Sorry,” I say. “You're so good that you're obviously scrambling my brain a bit.”
She gives me a small smile, accepting what I said as truth. Probably only because she wants it to be true – doesn't want to think she's that disposable or faceless to me. But the truth of the matter, she is. I've got no plans to see her again after we finish up here. What is the point? I'm not looking for a relationship and even if I was, I don't really think I exactly qualify as “boyfriend material.”
All I want is a little fun to pass some time while I wait for my target to make his move. Well – that and to get laid, I suppose.
Apparently, she's satisfied so Sarah or Sabrina – or whatever the hell her name is – goes back to work, sucking and stroking me like she's auditioning for a porn. She's a nice enough girl, I suppose – early twenties, body that won't quit, sexy as hell. She's toned, tight, and best of all, eager to screw. As far as qualifications go, she's checked off every box on my list.
We met at the bar across the street from my target's office. I figured I'd have a drink while I kept an eye on things. I honestly hadn't intended to hook up with Sarah – I actually only wanted a beer while I waited. But she struck up a conversation, one thing led to another, and the next thing I know, we're out in my car and I've got my cock in her mouth.
Yeah, it's times like these when I enjoy being a PI the most.
I let myself get so caught up in Sarah's blow job though, that I didn't realize my target was on the move. Not until I hear the soft beep coming from my laptop, anyway.
“Shit,” I murmur.
Sarah looks up at me with a curious and concerned expression on her face. “You okay? Did I –”
“No, you're fine,” I say. “Sorry, it's work.”
I can tell by her expression that she's disappointed, thinking that we aren't going to be able to finish our little tryst. But I know the device I'd planted on my target's car has a GPS device, so I'd be able to pick him up again later – like I said, I'm working smarter.
But it's a small transmitter with a limited range, so I need to finish up with Sarah pretty quick if I'm going to finish this job up tonight. And I really want to finish this job up tonight. Sarah though, is looking at me like I'd just kicked her puppy and stole her candy. I give her a soft smile.
I know I can be an asshole sometimes, but I'm not that big of an asshole. I'll make sure she has a good time. Besides, I really need to get off now too.
“Let me guess,” she pouts, “you have to go.”
I shrug. “I do, but I still have a few minutes.”
I jump out of the car and hurry around to the passenger side – glad I'd had the foresight to park in a dark, secluded corner of the parking lot. Pulling open the door, I get her to her feet and give her a long, passionate kiss. The girl melts in my arms and kisses me back, taking my cock in her hand and give it a good, hard squeeze.
She gives me a sultry little smile and I know she's still up for it. Turning her around, I bend over the passenger seat and lift her skirt up, pushing it up around her waist. I take a look around to make sure nobody's watching us – more for her sake than mine, I really don't give a shit if they do – and when I see we're alone, I drive my cock deep into her.
Sarah gasps and I feel her body tense up as I enter her. But as I grab on to her hips and slowly start to move my cock in and out of her, I feel her relax and loosen up a bit. As I start to pump my hips, slamming myself into her harder and faster in a steady rhythm, she begins to moan. Sarah pushes back against me, taking me deeper into her as she moans even louder.
She so tight and feels so good, I know I'm not going to last very long. Sarah is moaning louder and her breathing is becoming a little ragg
ed as I pump my cock into her hard and fast. I reach up and grab a handful of her hair, giving it a solid pull as I drive myself even deeper inside of her.
“Oh, yes,” she groans, “Yes, baby, yes.”
I grunt and grit my teeth, determined to make sure she gets off. Like I said, I'm not a totally selfish asshole. I move my hips, pumping into her even harder and I can feel that pressure building up inside of me. I hope she's close because I know I don't have much longer.
The girl's body tenses up beneath me and her breath catches in her throat. She lets out a low moan that sounds more like a growl than anything. And then all at once, it feels like her entire body locks up for a moment before she begins to shake almost uncontrollably.
Her voice breathy and ragged, she calls out my name as her orgasm tears through her. She's loud, so I quickly survey the parking lot, glad to see it's still deserted. I may not care if somebody sees us, but the last thing I need is for the cops to roll in – they might care a little bit.
Sarah looks back at me over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip, and gives me a lascivious little smile. I take that as my cue and drive myself into her even harder. She gasps, but moans as I bury my cock into her as deep as I can go. I thrust myself deeper and harder, the pressure inside of me building to a crescendo.
And then the dam burst.
With one final, deep thrust, I bury myself deep inside of her and let out a groan. Throwing my head back, I let the sensations ripple through me as I unload my seed in a big, wet burst. My body trembles as I come and my fingers dig into the flesh of her ass.
A moment later, my cock growing limp, I pull out of her and quickly pull up my pants. Sarah stands up and turns around, smoothing her dress down and looks at me with a sweet smile on her face. I hear my laptop beep again and look to it, growing a little anxious to be on my way.
“That was incredible,” she says.
I nod distractedly as I zip up my pants and buckle my belt. “Yeah, that was fun.”
