Everything was going great. I was getting into the routine of living the life of a military wife. We’d gotten orders in the mail of where Joey would be stationed a few states away, and that I could start house hunting in the area or something would be provided on the base. I took my cosmetology tests and passed, which I wanted to do before moving.
But a big reason why we hadn’t decided on anything yet is also that Joey and I haven’t really talked about it. Our conversations are limited, and we usually talk about other things. He always wants to hear about everything that’s happening in Plantain. Dornan and Maven both got cellphones and talk with him, but Joey always asked me for details, since those two skimped on that stuff.
Maven’s grandmother passed away a few weeks after her dad Owen was arrested, followed by her grandad Ivan not long after. My friend was heartbroken, and I didn’t know quite what to do to help her through all this. But, I was there for anything she needed, even if it was to watch eighties movies and have slumber parties. She moved into her grandparents’ house, a massive, beautiful home, which she decided to fix up. I knew she was taking on such a big project, mostly on her own, to take her mind of everything, and I was there to help her anyway I could.
Her dad’s now awaiting trial for second-degree murder. Maven’s yet to be patched into the club, I assume it’s all up in the air until after the trial. I hadn’t heard the evidence or anything about the case actually. Maven and I never talked about it, and really, I had no interest in finding out since I liked her dad and was afraid I’d see him in a different light if I knew. Even though I was clueless, I was fairly sure Owen wasn’t going to be coming home. Joey told me that Warrior of the God’s has some connections with the Plantain police department, so who knows what will happen.
Joey’s boot camp just finished last week, and he’s begun Advanced Individual Training. When he’s done with that, training will continue at the Army Airborne School. After that, he’ll graduate from the Airborne School, and will be assigned to the 75th Ranger Regiment to attend the Indoctrination Program. But more importantly, it’s December. Which means it’s Christmas, and time for him to come home for ten days. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this forever. There’s so many things I want to do while he’s home, and I know he’s just happy to be back.
He says he wants to help find us a place to live, in North Carolina which is where he’s going to be based after his last phase of training. He’s supposed to be arriving tonight at eight forty-five, and I’m sitting in the airport parking lot waiting for his text. The weather here is perfect as usual, but he was flying over states with winter storms, so his flight was delayed. The anticipation is literally making me crazy, minutes seem like hours.
So I decide to walk around the airport to distract myself, and then I can just meet him at the baggage claim. I lock up the Cadillac and walk out of the parking structure, and across the road to one of the sliding glass doors of the airport. It’s bright with fluorescent lighting, and the hustle and bustle of the only airport for miles. I keep my phone in my palm, checking it religiously, but still nothing. I check the arrivals and departures screen and see his flight is supposed to be on time, that he should be landed already.
I walk around and look in the windows of the little shops that line the massive walkways. I people watch, and wonder where people are going, making up scenarios in my head. After almost an hour, I check my phone but see nothing. I look up at the boards again and see his flight has landed. I check my phone again and see I have no signal. I hurriedly find the escalator, walking down to get to the ground floor.
Sure enough, I see a large group of people standing by one of the luggage carousels half way down. I walk quickly towards them, my eyes searching the crowd, but I don’t see him. My heart’s pounding out of my chest with nerves and excitement. My eyes scan frantically, Joey’s gigantically tall and hard to miss, he’s also going to be in fatigues, but I see nothing and I begin to panic.
“Katie.”
I hear to my left and my head shoots towards it, the voice I know as home and life. He’s standing by the windows, his bag over his shoulder, and looking fucking hot as hell. He looks buffer than the last time I saw him, his hair still short and face still cleanly shaved. His eyes scan up from my moccasin covered feet, up my jeans, to my loose grey sweatshirt, my hair down like he likes it, to my lips, then my eyes. I literally launch myself at him, and he drops his bag to catch me. I cup his cheeks and plant kisses all over his face, while his hands grab my ass to hold me against him. Moments later I pull back and look down at his smiling face.
“Beautiful,” he says, moments before I press my lips to his.
A few people whistle and clap, since it’s obvious my husband’s in the military and we’ve clearly been apart for some time.
“Where’d you park?” he asks between kisses.
“First floor,” I pant.
“You get a hotel?”
“Yes.”
“I fucking love you,” he mumbles.
He begins walking with me still suctioned to him, and I finally get back to reality, and get my feet to the ground. Since Plantain is a good three-hour drive back, Joey and I decided the other night to just get a hotel room, and drive back in the morning. We clasp hands and walk quickly out to the fresh air.
“How long were you waiting?” I ask.
“Couple of minutes, my phone had no signal, I was trying to call you,” he says.
And just then my phone goes off with the messages I missed. I nuzzle into his side and he wraps his arm around my shoulder as we enter the structure. We walk to the car and I watch as he notices his prized Cadillac in the lot.
“Oh my girl, how’d she do on the drive?” he asks excitedly.
“Great, smooth and like she was brand new,” I reply, tossing him the keys.
He unlocks and opens the passenger door for me, making sure I get settled in before he kisses me and closes the door. He gets in the driver’s seat and sighs with contentment, adjusting the seat to fit his long legs. When he turns the ignition, his childlike grin comes out and he revs the engine a few times. Pet Shop Boys “West End Girls” is playing on my CD, and he gives me a look.
“Can you believe I even missed your eighties music?” he asks.
“Obviously, it’s only the best music ever made,” I reply.
He gives my nose a tweak, before resting our interlaced hands on his thigh. I scooch across the bench seat to snuggle into his side and I inhale his scent, feeling so at home.
“Where are we going?” he asks again.
“North Desert Suites on West van Buren.”
“Ohhh fancy,” he says in a silly voice.
“Did you expect anything less?” I repeat his words from our wedding night.
“Nope.”
I settle into his side as he pulls out of the lot and we start towards the freeway.
“So honestly, tell me, is the military everything you thought it would be?” I ask as we drive down the deserted streets.
“It’s everything I envisioned, the structure, the comradery,” he tells me with a smile.
“Good, that’s what I hoped for,” I tell him.
“Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it, being away from you and everyone. But then I think about us having our own place, supporting you, how this career can be lifelong, it’s worth the time we spend apart.”
I cuddle closer, and feel settled. Even though this life might be full of uncertainty, I know I can do it with him.
“How’s Maven doing?” he asks, and I know he means more about her dad situation.
“Okay I guess; she doesn’t talk about it much. But you can tell it really weighs on her, ya know? More with the patching in, and all that.”
“Right.”
“What is she gonna have to do as V.P.?” I dare ask.
“Well, she’ll be second in command under Sven. She’s probably going to have to travel a lot for club business, and make deals. It depends on what Sven wants
her to do, my dad’s still third in command, so Sven might lean on him more and let Maven play a less active roll…it just depends.”
“Thank you,” I tell him after a long minute. “I know I’m not supposed to know anything…but it’s so hard for me to be there for her when I don’t understand what’s going on.”
“You just being there I’m sure helps her more than you know,” he says in a soft tone while glancing at me.
“And Dornan, I can see he’s worried for her,” I sigh.
“Yeah, what’s going on with those two?”
“Same old, he longs for her, she ignores him…I try to get him to talk to me, about that, and what’s going on with you being gone, but he’s a hard nut to crack.”
“Yeah,” he says with a little grin. “But, he can manage.”
The exit for the hotel comes quickly since there's not much traffic, and I tell Joey to park near the side entrance since our room is near there. As soon as he takes my hand and I stand from the car, his mouth is on mine, his tongue sneaking past my lips.
"I missed you so fucking much," he mumbles.
I feel the hard press of his dick against my abdomen, and need him so badly. I pull away and head for the door, as he grabs his bag from the backseat and follows after me. Our room is on the second floor, so I take the steps ahead of him. His Army boots are loud on the steel steps and echo in the stairwell. I reach for the door on the second level, and Joey is right behind me, helping me with it as he pushes against my back and kisses my neck.
I turn once we’re in the hallway and wrap my arms around his neck, walking backward on my tip toes. I open my eyes to see we've past the room, so I move around him and go back. He growls which makes me smile and I unlock the door to our suite. We enter the room, and I have to physically pry myself away from him in order to get us both through the door. He's already started undoing his fatigue jacket, but I put my hands over his.
"Wait, let me go to the bathroom," I pant.
"Hurry," he tells me before leaning down to kiss me again.
"Stay dressed," I tell him,
He gives me a questioning look.
"No, we're having sex, just wait, trust me."
He takes a deep breath and finally brings his hands down, as I begin to back towards the bedroom.
"Go, I won't undress," he assures me with disappointment in his voice.
I quickly turn and hustle to the en-suite. "Sit on the bed," I order just as I close the door.
All my things are laid out on the counter since I checked in to the room earlier, and I quickly pull my clothes off.
"You on the bed?" I holler from behind the door a few minutes later.
"Yes ma'am," his voice muffled from the other side.
I don’t know why, but him saying that is so sexy to me. Shit, I’m so hard up he could’ve just called me an ugly bitch and I’d be melting. I give myself one last look over in the mirror, before opening the door. Joey's sitting on the edge of the bed as I requested, his legs wide with his forearms resting on his thighs. He hears me and looks up, then sits up as his mouth opens and he takes in my outfit. I'm wearing a red push up bra with fluffy white piping around the top, a red G-string underneath a red sheer crotch cover, which was marketed as a skirt, but I beg to differ. To top it off I have on six-inch red stripper heels, and a Santa hat.
"Beautiful, " he says with astonishment.
"Merry Christmas," I say, twirling a candy cane around my fingers
"Shit," he pants, his eyes still drinking me in.
"Have you been a good boy this year?" I question, stepping closer.
"You're going to kill me," he states, pressing a palm against the large ridge at his thigh under his pants.
"Good things come to those who wait," I sing-song.
But I'm barely able to resist jumping on him and fucking him to death. I put the tip of the unwrapped candy stick in my mouth, my cheeks hollowing as I pull it out slowly and make eye contact with him. I make sure not to get too close to him because he's flexing his hands on his knees and I know he'll grab me if I get within arm’s reach.
"Have you been a good boy?" I repeat.
"Yes," he says quickly.
"What do you want for Christmas?" I ask, taking another lick of the candy.
His eyes zero in on my actions, and he licks his lips. "To fuck my wife," he states.
"Hmmm," I purr.
With one last taste of candy, I trail it down the center of my cleavage, then over the top of each breast. His eyes follow my motion, causing him to groan. The candy cane comes down my torso, and I run it along the top of my panties. The muscles between my legs quiver with the touch.
"When was the last time you touched yourself?" I ask him.
"This morning," he breathes out with no hesitation.
I lick my lips as I picture him doing that.
"What were you thinking about?" I gasp as I slip the candy inside my panties, the blunt tip nudging my clit and my body jerks in reaction. “When you stroked that big huge cock of yours,” I whimper.
"Katie, fuck," he growls, inching closer to the edge of the bed.
"Tell me," I inhale as I rub the candy over myself again.
“Your face when you suck my dick, and when you come," he tells me.
I bite my lower lip, my eyes fluttering. I need to stop because this is going to make me come, but I can’t.
"And you?" he asks with a gruff voice. "When was the last time you touched that beautiful pussy?"
"On that bed, before I went to the airport," I say, looking over his shoulder to the center of the bed.
His Adam's apple bobs, swallowing thickly. I step closer, leaving the candy half inside the front of my G-string.
"Want me to show you what I did?" I ask.
"Fuck yes," he rushes out.
I stand between his legs, turning around to sit on his lap. My ass grinding down once and Joey thrusts against me.
I look at him over my shoulder, reaching up to cup my breasts, and heat grows scorching between my thighs. My hands take the path the candy cane had, but instead of going inside my underwear, I cup my vagina over the material. The crotch is wet and I swallow, resting back against his chest. I bring my legs up, draping them over his thighs, and his hands finally break restraint and hold my hips. I open and begin stroking myself, and my body shudders.
"Beautiful," he growls as his fingers flex against my hip bones.
I too can't resist any more. I turn in his arms as his hands slide up my sides, tearing the seam in the middle of the bra and setting my breasts free of the cups. His hands roughly grab them, his mouth attaching to one nipple, then the other. Before tracing his tongue along the path I made with the candy, and he laps up the sugary taste. I moan and my hands run through his short hair to the back of his head, pressing him closer to my chest. My head falling back as I grind my hips down against him, the candy cane pressing against my clit and I groan.
"Oh God," I gasp, my thighs shaking as I come on his lap, his lips firmly sucking me.
Joey growls and rolls me off of him, I turn my back to him as my hands land on the bed and I part my legs around his and look back at him. His big strong hands pull at his belt, then free the zipper and button of his fatigue pants. He grasps my ankles and pulls, sliding me down the sheets toward him, smacking my ass cheek upward, before grasping each cheek hard and parting me.
I'm moaning like a sex starved cat, and bite my lower lip as I wait for him to finally be inside me. He grips the thin triangle of material at the top of my crack, and then the sound of that ripping fills in the gaps between our panting breaths. I'm only in the hat, the heels, and my tattered bra, and I feel sexy as hell. I rise onto my knees, my breasts hanging down, heavy, and needy. Then Joey slides into me, my eyes crossing as a smile spreads over my lips at how fucking delightful this feels.
"Oh goddamn," he groans loudly.
I know I missed this, but I didn't know how much until now. I think I tried to block out how he makes m
e feel physically, in an effort to not go insane with missing sex.
"You close? I can't-I won't," he stammers and I know he's meaning to say he's not going to last long.
His cock feels so good, and I could teeter on this ecstasy forever, it feels so amazing. But yes, I want to come again. So I reach down, sliding through my folds, rubbing my hard wet clit fast with two fingers. Instantly my body tightens, his hips smacking against my ass fast, his balls slapping against my fingers. I push my hips back, fucking him. He pauses in his movements, letting me impale myself over and over.
"Beautiful, yes, slide down my cock, grip me with that pussy," he breathes.
I didn’t know I was so horny, and I find myself not caring one bit that he knows how much I need this. I remove my fingers from my lips, and reach back to wrap my hand around the base of his dick, riding him and stroking him at the same time. My hand coats in my own lubricant, and I’m almost shocked to feel how wet I really am.
"Damn," he hisses out, before grasping my shoulders, his fingers curling over them as he pulls me back against his cock, and he resumes fucking me.
My eyes cross again, his cock filling and rubbing, it’s just like heaven.
"Sorry, sorry," he gasps, his movements growing jerky as I feel his hot semen spill inside me.
He leans over and rests his forehead against my shoulder, his cock jerking inside me. His hands move to my hips, as he slowly thrusts inside me, his orgasm slowing. I put my hands over his and we both breathe heavy as he kisses up my back, over my scars, and I turn my head to intercept his lips.
"I love you," he pants.
He pulls out of me and I crawl up the bed, pulling my shredded bra off and fling it to the floor. I take the hat off, shocked it stayed on this whole time, and toss it at him. He grabs it with a smile and throws it back at me playfully. I watch as he removes his clothes, and I bend my leg towards me to remove the heels.
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