by Teagan Kade
When I bumped into my one of my old commanders and he suggested Veterans Affairs, I almost laughed him right out of the room, but three years in I couldn’t be happier. It allows me to remain in the service, but not in service, so to speak. The real battle happens back here at home. Triss showed me that. PTSD is real and this country’s not doing enough about it. The small advice I can offer, a friendly face provided, makes a genuine difference in the lives of these heroes.
I think Shannon was worried I was going to be chained to a desk shuffling papers and slowly going insane, but my workload is mostly made up of house calls, especially for the older veterans who don’t have family or someone to lean on. I sometimes take Buffy or Angel, Aragog from time to time if I’m really looking to make an entrance. It helps, having an animal there to break the ice, and our ‘kids’ are the cutest damn kids in the world.
Even poor Matt got roped into a pooch by his fiancée. She’s a sailor, believe it or not. I guess that’s what he gets for spending so much time with us down at The Hole. She’s a fierce one, too, damn near demanded a ring, but she’s good for him. I know it. The wedding’s going to be in the Bahamas. I’m already dreaming about those balmy nights with Shannon… provided Little Man sleeps through.
I open the grill, smoke wafting out. “You cooking sausages or charcoal tablets there, Petty Officer?”
Jason starts to pluck the sausages out one by one. “It adds to the flavor, my friend.”
I look over to the others gathered on the deck, the rest of our squad who’ve decided to come out for this Fourth of July celebration. Three of us are missing, but they’re here in spirit nonetheless.
Josh, always my shadow, helps me take the food over to the table.
I help Josh up and take my own seat. “Dig in, everyone.”
I take the tongs and plate up for Josh, Shannon’s hand hot on my thigh under the table. “Sausage?” I offer.
Her hand slides downwards. “Oh, I think I’ve got more sausage than I can handle, thank you very much.”
*
I’m hunched over Shannon’s back, driving into her hard from behind. She braces herself against the headboard.
“Oh, god. I’m going to—”
I place my hand over her mouth so she doesn’t wake Josh. She has become rather vocal of late.
A finger slips inside her mouth. She lightly bites down, her pussy squeezing my cock in a quick flutter and tipping me over the edge.
I run to the end of her slickness.
We come together, breathless, one.
I pull out and collapse onto the bed. She falls on top of me, her head cradled against my arm and shoulder, her hair matted and sticky.
Outside, a sea breeze is blowing in from the balcony. A bottle of champagne sits empty in a bucket by the corner.
“So,” I ask, still breathing hard, “are you enjoying the Bahamas?”
She takes hold of my still-hard cock and lightly pumps it. “I am, and it would appear I’m not the only one.”
“You know, if you keep doing that I’m just going to have to make you come again.”
She rolls and comes up onto her knees, straddling me. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“I do like a challenge.”
“Hmm,” she pouts. “Now where have I heard that before?”
She slips me back inside her pussy and begins to grind down on me. I hold her face in my hands still spellbound by her beauty, the way she glows in this emerald light.
I always equated home with happiness, but it’s only recently I’ve come to understand what the true definition of home is.
It’s family—crazy, wild, how-am-I-going-to-survive-this family. Our house is full, and it’s due to hear the sound of another set of pitter-patter feet in nine months’ time.
Our house is full, and so is my heart, because the woman of my life, the woman I married, means more to me than anything. She has given me a son, deep and profound happiness, and true purpose. She might be a civilian, but she’s no less of a fighter. That shy girl I first met in The Swinging Dick is all but gone. In her place stands a strong and determined woman completely unfazed by the world.
And sure, I know there are going to be trials, but I say bring them on. After all, a smooth sea never makes for a skillful sailor.
With Shannon by my side, anything is possible.
Our love may have started as a hustle, but what we have now is more than real.
It’s passion—hot and wet and all-consuming.
It’s a partnership—true and tested.
It’s the best god-damn feeling in the world.
