He leans over and tugs off my wet socks, then his own as I stare at his back rippling. As he kisses my knees once each, I trace his spine and he shivers and rises up to pull me to him again, kissing me like I’m being kissed the right way for the first time. I’m in my panties and he’s in his boxers, which are plastered to our goosebump-covered skin.
I reach up, lace my fingers into his hair as he bends and kisses my painfully taut nipples. Jeremy cups my breasts, heating them up with his lips, one at a time and so tenderly. His hands slip around my naked sides and he presses in and brings me closer. He molds our lips hungrily seeking out my tongue.
I’m the one being kissed like this.
It’s my back his strong fingers are pressed into like he won’t let me go.
It’s my name he’s murmuring, like he wants only me.
I pull away from our kiss and search his soulful brown eyes. There are little specks of gold in them and I get lost with my questions as he gazes back at me without trying to hide.
“What are you thinking?” Jeremy asks me, his voice deeper.
I whisper, “I guess I’m a little scared, Jeremy.”
He kisses my nose. “Of?”
“Of how much I want this.”
“Where’s your bedroom?”
“Hallway, first door on the left.”
My breath hitches as the fingers of his right hand slide under my ass dangerously close to my crack as he carries me while we kiss. He lets go to glance over my shoulder and not run into anything. I bite his neck. He groans and walks faster. “Fuck I haven’t been this hard in…” He doesn’t finish, but I want to know the rest.
“In how long?”
In the hallway he meets my eyes. “Years.” He kicks the door on the left open and starts to take me in, but stops. “This is the bathroom.”
I laugh, “Gotcha!”
He chuckles and carries me into my bedroom–on the right–tossing me onto the bed. “Nice one, Boss.”
“Oh my God, keep calling me that,” I smile, teasing him.
“You like to have the power, Meagan?”
I nod, biting my lips on a grin. “Maybe.”
He smirks like he never had any doubt. Holy crap, Jeremy Cocker standing at the edge of my bed, is staring down at me with lust in his eyes. I’ve touched myself to this fantasy, and now it’s really happening. He’s really here.
“I fucking love your breasts,” he groans, his gaze massaging them.
“Not too small?”
He makes a noise like I’m crazy. “They’re yours, so they’re perfect. You want to see something that’s small?” He slides his wet boxers down his thighs and his enormous cock bounces out. “Tiny, huh?” he grins.
Covering my face with my hands I start laughing again. “Yes, itty bitty. What am I going to do with it?” I throw my hands down and say, “Seriously! What am I going to do with that monster?!”
He laughs, palming himself for a quick beat before he dives onto me, sliding up my naked flesh until his lips devour mine. My legs have opened instinctually and I moan as his cock begins to grind, lengthwise, against the wet crotch of my panties. Only the silky fabric is between us and I claw his back, my pussy pulsing so hard.
He hisses through his teeth with pleasure as we grind, and my moans grow faster and higher. “Fuck this,” he growls.
“Fuck me!”
He locks eyes with me, slides his tongue urgently in my mouth then drops down and inches my panties off, gazing at my pussy for the first time. I’m watching him stare like he hasn’t seen a naked woman ever. My throbbing pussy is aching for his touch and when his face disappears between my legs I cry out. He licks me like he loves it. Like every slip of the tongue is a turn-on to him. His tongue strokes my clit in long, soft up and down strokes, then dips into a side of it and flicks, then pauses, his hot breath driving me insane. I moan as he keeps teasing me, flicking again, stopping again, then more tiny flicks, each round slightly longer than the last. The tension builds as my walls open to receive him, my folds swelling with need. “I’m going to cum,” I moan.
“I know,” he murmurs against my flesh, pushing my legs open wider where he slides his tongue just once up my slit then slides a finger in and starts to slowly pump while tonguing me until I lose my mind.
“Oh Jeremy,” I moan as heat spreads out. “Jeremy!” The orgasm begins and as the waves threaten to crash he rises up, positions his cock against my shivering opening to fill me with the slowest possible thrust, while I’m climaxing. It’s exactly what I need in this moment. I break open to him as my pussy clenches his huge cock with hot bursts of pleasure. I scream as he drives it all the way in and groans into my mouth.
He starts fucking me slowly, his arms slipping under my back. We’re gripped together as we fuck, our mouths endlessly kissing, interrupted only by sensual moans. He’s so hard and big I am constantly brought to the edge and kept there. He breaks free of our kiss and searches my eyes, panting. “Hey,” he whispers, smiling.
“Hi,” I softly laugh. We gaze at each other a moment and then he takes my mouth and unlocks my jaw with his, increasing the pressure everywhere before he releases me and bites my neck.
“Oh God,” I moan, my head falling back as his cock and his bite render me boneless. “I’m cumming. Cum with me, Jeremy,” I whisper. He nods once and crushes me in a kiss, groaning into my lips as my walls quake around his length.
His shaft thickens, filling up. He shouts, “Holy fuck!” exploding inside me, his muscular arms squeezing me so hard as he loses control. I’m throbbing in time with my heartbeat, clenching around his cock. I cry out and he crumbles into my neck, gnawing on it. “Boss, I’m still cumming. Can’t stop. Fuck, this was pent up for you for so fucking long.”
“I know,” I whimper. “I love it.”
He’s panting. So am I. He meets my eyes as the aftershocks hit. He shakes his head. “I’m fucking crazy about you, Meagan. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
My breath hitches and I lace my fingers into his hair to whisper, “You’re scaring me.”
“You’ll learn to trust me.”
Blinking at him I mutter, “Jeez, your confidence is amazing.”
A grin flashes, but he tones it down to a sexy smirk and says, “Let’s just see how this goes.”
“Oh, right, you guys only spend one night with the women you sleep with.”
He cocks an eyebrow, the smirk unfazed. “What are you talking about?”
“Lana told me. You’re a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am bunch.”
With confusion darkening his eyes, he asks, “Who is? Who are you talking about?”
“All of the Cocker Brothers.”
Jeremy blinks at me, then bursts out laughing. “Is that the town gossip about us?”
“Yes!”
He keeps laughing, practically crying it’s so funny to him. “Oh shit, that’s good.”
“Is it true?”
“Yeah. Totally one hundred percent true.”
I stare at him, appalled. But then his eyes sparkle in that mischievous way I’m so used to now. “You’re messing with me again.”
“One.” He kisses my lips. “I already told you out there in the rain that I want this to be more than one night. And two.” He kisses me again. “I’m still inside you. What kind of an asshole would I be to tell you something like that and still be buried in you?”
“A big one.”
“Exactly.” He chuckles and holds my eyes, growing serious. “Lana isn’t someone you can trust, Meagan. Let’s just leave it at that.”
“And you are?”
“Fuck yes.” He kisses my nose.
“Are you getting hard again?”
Jeremy answers by fucking me senseless two more times.
Jeremy
It’s almost four in the morning. I could go another round. Hell, I could keep going into Sunday afternoon, but I have a dog at home waiting to relieve himself. Can’t ignore that responsibility.
Her delicate hand floats up to my jaw. “Can you come back afterward? Bring him over here.”
I nod. Meagan sure does keep me guessing. “Sure. He’s never slept anywhere but home before, but he’s a laid back buddy. He’ll love it.”
She smiles and buries herself under the covers. “It’s cold without you.”
“I’ll be back in a flash.”
“Take my keys and lock up, then let yourself back in.”
“Whatever you say, Boss.”
She chuckles and peeks out at me as I back out of the room, cock swinging. I give her a last little wave, then rush back in and jump, landing on top of the covers and kissing her. She’s laughing but kisses me back, slipping her arms around my neck and moaning into my lips.
“Fuck, I’m getting hard again.” I do a push-up over her body, then push down, kiss her and jump up to standing. “I’ll be back.”
“Hurry!”
Heading out I wince at the notion of putting on wet clothes again. Shit is going to be cold! As my bare feet slap the hardwood floor I glance around her cozy home and see inside her mind a bit. She’s got style and cares about how her place looks. Someone could photograph this for a magazine, she’s done it up so well.
Wincing, I tug on my dripping, black slacks, leave my work shirt open a second while I adjust to the cold. Bending over I forgo the socks, shoving my dry feet into wet work shoes. It’s a battle getting them in so my head turns as I grunt. My eyes land on a framed photograph sitting on her little table here, and I snatch up the frame and stare at it. My heart stops.
“Devin,” I groan, hurting so bad as all those memories from my nightmares slam into me. “Oh, fuck,” I croak, “Devin!”
“Jeremy?”
I whip around, the photograph in my hand. Meagan is in the doorway in a white terry cloth robe, frowning at me. Tears are rushing down my face and I can’t stop them. Barely able to talk I choke out, “You’re his sister?”
She nods, face twisting with confusion as she walks to me. “You knew Devin?”
My eyes drop back to the photograph, my best friend in the Marines staring back at me, his smile frozen from where he kneels on the sand, his hand on his German Shepherd’s neck. “That’s why the name Aslan upset you. It was Devin’s dog. You knew its name.”
“Jeremy, what’s going on? How do you know them?”
From a far away place the story tumbles out of me like it’s been waiting for the moment when I faced my biggest ghost. “Aslan saved us. Barked for us to get back. The warning we’d heard so many times. But he’d gotten too close. He detonated a trigger. Devin screamed. I’ll never forget the pain in his scream as he watched his best friend get blown to bits before our very eyes. Little pieces landing everywhere. On us.”
“Oh my God, you were in his platoon,” she whispers, tears streaming down her face now as she covers her mouth with her hands.
“It wasn’t the first time Aslan saved us. All the other days he sniffed ‘em out, no problem, before they were triggered. Devin wasn’t just his handler, he planned on keeping him when his time was served. They were closer than any team of dog and man I’d seen in my four years as a Marine.”
Meagan moans in pain, “I can’t believe you knew my brother?”
“Knew him? He was my best fucking friend.” I lock eyes with her, my face twisted up. “But when Aslan died, Devin disappeared right with him.”
“Oh Jeremy, please tell me a story about him. We have no idea who he was out there. Please tell me.” She falls into my arms.
Kissing her hair I rasp, “Lemme think. God it hurts to remember. Devin laughed at stupid shit. He made me forget where we were. All of us felt like that about him. When we tracked Isis, he joked, ‘Of course they had to name their crazy after a woman!’” Meagan makes a face like she’s fake upset, but laughs through her tears, because she can see him fucking around like that. “He and that dog, they were like our mascots. He joked around, and Aslan was his constant shadow, letting us love on him whenever we were feeling depressed or freaked or just plain lonely for our families. Which was a lot of the fuckin’ time. You get hardened to it. But not Devin. He wouldn’t let that happen. That dog helped him stay him.”
Meagan’s listening like she just got a miracle, a chance to spend time with him again, just by listening. “Tell me more,” she whispers. “Oh, you must be freezing.”
“What?” I glance down to the wet clothes. “I don’t care,” I croak, gazing at her. “God, Meagan, you’re his sister? How did I not see that?”
“Did he talk about me?”
“Fuck yes! He always talked about his sisters, and how beautiful they were, and how we weren’t allowed to touch them,” I grin through the tears. “But he never said your names. We used to give him such shit and he said, ‘Hell no! If I ever get out of this hell and you fuckers come with me, hands off my sisters. Ya hear me? I’m not telling you anythin’ else about ‘em!’ God, we used to say we’d fight over them…over you! Holy fuckin’ hell. I can’t believe you’re Devin’s sister.” I gaze at her, stunned by the synchronicity that brought us together. “He’d kick my ass if he knew I was here.”
Meagan smiles through her tears, too. “I wish he had that chance. I think he could’ve taken you”
“Ha! Never. But I’d love to see him try.”
She rises on her toes and kisses me. “Let’s go walk your Aslan, together. We can talk more on the way. I want to hear every story you have.”
“Go get dressed.”
She nods and clasps my hands before heading back. My eyes drop to the photograph and I shake my head under the pain, not only of my loss but of hers. “You fuckin’ asshole,” I whisper to his smiling face. “Why’d you have to do it?”
Meagan calls out to me that she has something dry for me to wear.
I glance to the hallway and see her walking toward me in jeans and t-shirt, holding a blue sweater out. “This was his. I gave it to him before he deployed, so I kept it after he... You can borrow it.”
I groan, “Oh shit,” taking it from her. “It’s an honor. Thank you.” I hastily strip and slide Devin’s sweater over my head.
It fits like a favorite glove.
Meagan puts on a fresh pair of boots, and a warm coat she had on a hook by the front door, grabs her keys, glances to the sweater with memories in her eyes before she turns around and we head out.
Meagan
Jeremy extends his hand to help me down from the Jeep. “There’s a puddle so watch out.”
“Thank you.” His grip tightens and I use his guidance to leap to a dry patch. The rain stopped while we were in my bed, but it’s left behind small lakes as far as the eye can see.
“So we were bathing in buckets, with water the guys before us used. It was nasty, but Devin used it as an excuse to lighten our moods. He streaked naked around the camp shouting, ‘If anyone else needs a shower I’ll pee on you! It’ll be cleaner I promise!’” Jeremy and I crack up laughing as we stop on his small front porch. Through his grin he continues, “Best part was that one of our guys was gay. We all knew it and didn’t care, especially because he made up for his secret by being a bigger badass than most of us, like he had something to prove. Still, we liked to fuck with him. All in fun. That’s what you do in the Marines. No one is safe. We swear, smoke, and try and get a rise out of each other. So Devin stopped running, pointed at Larry and shouted with a shit-eating grin, ‘Except you, Larry! You’d enjoy it waaaaaaay to much!’ Then he took off running. God, it was so funny! Larry turned bright red and huffed off. Oh my God, the rest of us were dyin’!”
He slides the key in the lock while I ask, “Where was Aslan?”
“Running with him!” Jeremy grins, but then he loses the levity and sadness jumps back on him. He blinks it away and mutters, “They were inseparable.”
Swinging the door open, his huge dog is waiting and runs outside so excited that he’s kind of half leaping, too big to jump really high. Jeremy kneels and pets him. “Sorry, boy. Didn’t mean to leave you hanging. A woman got in the way of my duties.”
“Hey!” I cry out.
Jeremy chuckles and sends his Aslan out to the yard. “It’s too wet for a walk, so I’ll just let him roam out here. You want to wait inside while I watch him? Keep warm?”
Shaking my head a little, I step closer to Jeremy and burrow into him. “No, I want to be here.”
He embraces me and tightens his hold, kissing the top of my head. “This is where I want you.”
Turning my head so my cheek is tucked against his collarbone, I watch his dog roam the small yard as if it’s the first time he’s smelled it – everything is interesting all over again. “So he didn’t get his name from the book?”
“Nah,” he whispers in my hair.
“You didn’t want a Shepherd?”
“I didn’t pick his breed. He was a gift.”
“Who gave him to you?”
“Some kids dropped him out of their car because they didn’t want to take care of him. He landed right over there, in front of my house.”
Shocked, I lock eyes with Jeremy. “Who would do that to a puppy?!!”
“Idiots,” he mutters. “Some people don’t understand responsibility. I think Israel’s got it right on that front.”
“What do you mean?” Now I understand why Jeremy’s eyes have so much depth. After all the things he’s seen, there’s a shadow of knowledge of the darker side of life. “What are they doing in Israel?”
“At eighteen everyone has to do two years of service in their armed forces. Has to. Even the women. Boot camp teaches you discipline. You grow up. No whining. No running from responsibility. You learn loyalty to others and to your home. To your country. We were like a family. And better than most of the ones we’d left behind.”
“We had a good family!” I object, instantly defensive.
I even start to pull away but Jeremy quickly says, “Hey hey, no. Stop. Not yours. Devin had no complaints. I promise I would tell you, but he had none, I swear. I meant other guys who enlisted to get away from abuse. Or neglect. Aslan, come!” Jeremy whistles and his dog comes bounding through the darkness, the whites of his eyes and his teeth visible first.
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