by Amanda Boone
***
He was waiting outside on the porch. Dante’s hair was still wet from a shower and he just had on a pair of camo pants on. Damn if he didn’t look good, his muscles bulging as he watched her walk up the cement pathway. His eyes darkened and she looked down, her breath coming out quickly. Dante had certainly grown up since he was gone.
She sat down on the edge of the banister across from him. “Why can’t you guys come with me? You always did like to travel.”
It was not what she had been expecting. “I haven’t seen you in six years. It is not like we can just go on like you never left.”
“Of course not. We have a child together, which means we need to get married and then you will come with me.”
“Where?”
“Germany next I think and after that, who knows? I will have to leave sometimes without you for missions, but then I will be back after a few days.”
She shook her head. The idea was to mad to even contemplate. “This is crazy. I will work something out if you want to see your daughter, but the rest, is just…”
Dante was up and in front of her, pulling her up as if he was going to shake her. Instead, he pulled her in for a kiss, not stopping until she was unable to speak. “Let’s start over. Marry me Ana. You know I have loved you since we were seventeen. And I know you still love me, we have Christine. Marry me?”
Oh how she wanted to say yes, to the perfect question, but there was no way that she could. “We are family now.”
He chuckled. “That does complicate things, but that’s okay.”
“I just can’t Dante.”
“Fine, then I will stay here until you change your mind. I am not going anywhere without you.”
His hands went to her hips, pulling her to him by the belt loops in her jeans. He was looking at her in a way that made her insides melt. God, she had missed him. Her hands had no choice but to wrap around his neck, to steady herself from him. He was so close, his lips inches from hers and she looked down to where their bodies met. He seemed larger and thicker than before or it had just been that long.
“A lot has changed Dante.”
“The way you feel in my arms hasn’t changed.”
She held her breath, waiting for him to kiss her. It was driving her crazy, him so close, his hips grinding against her, pinning her to the large wooden column behind her. It didn’t matter that they were outside doing that, she didn’t care who seen them. Nothing ever did matter when it came to him. Ana tried to move away, to give her mind space to breathe, but it was hard when he was so close. Dante wasn’t giving her an inch, waiting for something. “I don’t know what you want from me Dante.”
“Marry me Ana. That is what I want from you. Just give me the rest of your life. That is what I want.”
His words were not working, so he moved in to try another approach. She whimpered as his mouth finally went came down on hers. His lips were insistent, as was the body that pressed her against the smooth wood. His hand cupped her ass, pulling her closer to his need. It was clear what his body wanted and hers was as ready as it had been last time he had checked.
There was a sound behind her and her eyes opened to see an elderly couple walking down the sidewalk. Ana pushed him away, but he only growled and pulled her closer, his lips once again ravishing hers. Did he know she couldn’t breathe when he did that?
She tried to get out from around his hard grip, but he held her tighter, his tongue trying to push away her resistance. “Dante wait.”
He looked down at her and didn’t want to wait or stop. She put her hand up as he came back in for more. “Let’s go in.”
Dante pulled her through the screen door and his hands were back on her in a moment. Ana was trying to catch her breath, but he was having none of that. Dante picked her up and started to take her up the stairs. Ana gripped his neck and whimpered as he moved in for another kiss. Their kiss felt like they had been doing it forever, so familiar, yet still driving her crazy. Dante had always been devastating, but when he was focused, it was even more damaging to her senses. The years away had taught him new tricks and his sheer size made him even more capable of driving her to madness.
Ana squealed when he threw her a few feet to the bed. She had not been expecting it and before she could recover, his hard body was on hers, pressing her down into the mattress. “Oh Dante.” Her thighs opened to receive him against her. He pressed against her and then pulled back to remove the last pieces of clothing that stood in the way of his hard cock finding heaven. His fingers fumbled on her jeans and she finally helped him.
Her shirt was not as difficult and he was quickly pulling it over her head and then burying his face between her covered mounds. They were bigger than he remembered and there were small changes that he noticed as he licked and nibbled down to her crotch. He breathed out deeply on her quim, the hot air driving her absolutely mad with desire. Biting her softly, his teeth grazed her swollen clit and made her jerk with the sudden thrill of pleasure.
Ana tried to get away, but he dragged her back. Ripping her panties to the side, he took a long, slow lick down her puffy lips, pressing in to taste the wetness that dripped out of her. Oh how she was ready and she tried to pull him up, just to end his slow torture of her.
Dante’s mouth moved away, opening her thighs wide and kissing up one side and then down the next. All she was given was his hot breath for mere seconds before he passed by her need, moving up her quivering stomach and then to the valley between her large mounds. His tongue slid across her lips and she moved to join him. Ana could taste her own sweetness on his lips and she pulled him close with a grip in his dark, collar-length hair.
He was not ready to give in control though, his hips and hands stopping her from taking over. She tried to lift her hips to grind against his hardness, but he wouldn’t allow it. Ana was struggling in his grip, but he looked as though he couldn’t be bothered.
Pulling back from her mouth, he waited for her eyes to open and look at him. “Tell me you will go with me Ana.”
“You can’t ask right now. I can’t think.”
He chuckled. “That is the point.”
He moved back and off the bed. Ana didn’t move an inch, her eyes on what he was doing. His fingers flew on his fatigues and he pulled them down in a flash. The large cock she remembered so well was nestled in a few dark curls, standing up and pointing at her. Her thighs closed and squeezed together in defense. It had been a long time for her and he looked huge to her eyes.
Dante moved back on the bed, his hands resting on her knees. She waited for him to yank them open, but he didn’t, even though she wished he had. “God you are beautiful Ana. Just say yes so I can make love to you.”
She shivered, but the words would not come out. He finally pushed open her thighs, but instead of the length that she was dying for, his head moved between her thighs while his hand reached for one of her hard nipples through her thin bra. She gasped at the suddenness of it all, the double stimulation making her hips betray her once again and rise begging for more. As he always had, Dante delivered more than she could take and she was quickly shaking below him.
“Fuck Dante. God, I’ve missed your mouth.”
He pulled back to watch her convulse, her essence leaking from her core. His hand rubbed her clit slowly, watching her jump and then smacking her softly with fingertips. She shook and came again, his name on her lips as her thighs started to close in front of him. Dante had forgotten so much, but the sounds were something he could never forget, nor how quickly she would come. Another thing that he had found out wasn’t normal the hard way.
“Be mine Ana, please?”
She had never heard him say that before and it threw her off. It wasn’t just that he asked, but that he actually waited for an answer. The Dante she knew had always taken what he wanted, never asking if it was okay.
Ana tried to speak, but she just couldn’t. She shook her head instead. Not sure what she was agreeing to, he stopped touching
her and moved close enough to rub his cockhead on her slit. He tapped it much like he had with his hand, watching her spread open for him and then hide away again when he pulled back. The sight was mesmerizing, as was the tiny pink pussy his movement revealed. “Tell me you are mine Ana.”
Looking down between their bodies, her hips finally made contact with his, his length sliding between her lips. Several times he let her do that, never once giving her the angle she needed for penetration. She whimpered from frustration and his eyes held hers. “Just say it and I will give you what you need.”
“I need you for more than just the moment. If you are going to leave, just go now. I will be okay, but if you do that, I won’t be.”
Her words made him pause and his hand went to his own length, tightening his grip till he turned purple with trapped blood. Ana’s answer was better than her declaration. He did know what being with her meant, his whole life was going to change and there would be many changes in the family. The parents would have to be told, Christine, but none of that was too close on his mind. Her body beneath him was all he could think of in that moment and the feel of her possession. It may have started as one thing, but he had to have every ounce of her, leaving nothing for later.
“I am never going to leave you again Ana. I promise.”
The man surged forward all at once, taking both of their breaths away. Ana cried out. Dante was too big and she was too small. He growled in her ear. “Oh my God, you are so tight. Just like the first time we were together.”
Ana closed her eyes, she didn’t even try to answer or comment. Her mind and body were focused on the long length driving into her. Dante tried to keep himself under control, she could see it in his eyes, but she squeezed him tight, murmuring as she found herself being pushed closer to another end. How could she be there so quickly?
“Please Dante, like before. You know how I like it.”
He pulled out of her, growling as he did. The last thing he wanted to do was pull out, but he quickly flipped her over onto her stomach. She squeaked as he slapped her ass like before, watching the roundness jiggle from his touch. Ana had went to her knees and waited for what would come next. Her body shook with anticipation and she looked behind her once, his eyes locked on her weeping core. He tapped her quim with his cock over and over again while she jumped. “Please Dante. Stop teasing me. I have waited years for you.”
Dante pushed forward in a rush, her scream satisfying to his ears. There was an idle thought that he hoped the neighbors weren’t as nosy as they had been in years past. She felt like heaven, engulfing his manhood with ease. He grabbed her arms and yanked her back, using them as leverage to start rutting into her the way she wanted it. His pace increased, as well as the strength behind each pump. Ana liked to be taken and Dante was always the only one that could do it the right way.
Her voice rose in pitch as he slammed in and out of her with a flurry. “Yes, fuck yes. Oh my God, I am going to come!”
He didn’t let up, slamming in and out of her until the only thing holding her up was his grip on her. She was close to a puddle beneath him. Dante yanked out of her, his sticky cock steaming from her furnace. Ana flipped back over, her head moved up to take the offered cock between her legs. She had always loved the way she tasted mixed with him, his cock practically throbbing with need.
Moving her back, he pushed deep, sighing as he took her how he wanted, slow. Dante wanted to watch her eyes roll back in her head as she reached her next peak, so close from the last one. Her engorged clit was rubbed by his hips as he ground as deep as he could, pulling her legs up to allow him another inch.
Ana clung to his body, every move felt from head to toe. This was the most devastating way he fucked her, face to face, with their bodies in slow motion. It was when part of her soul was given away and she knew from the last time, she would never get it back. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as her world turned upside down and her eyes could no longer hold his gaze.
Dante’s lips moved to silence her cry of pleasure, her squirts swirling around his shaft before dribbling out onto the bed. The man could hold back any longer, filling her with his hot seed. He pushed deep against her womb, leaving no chance of where he wanted it to go. His eyes reopened and she stared up at him with wide blue eyes, still unbelieving that he had filled her once again.
“We should have used a condom.”
“Why? You are about to be my wife.”
***
The newlyweds were due back from their honeymoon a few weeks before, but instead decided to take another month long cruise and it was almost two months before they were back home in the small town of Orson where they met. A lot had changed in the time they had been away. Dante was still there, being granted some time to prepare for the new arrival, as well as bond with the child he had been away from for so long. Their marriage had granted them a month of leave and his superiors had given him longer, only calling on him when it was necessary. Dante had left twice, never being so happy to come home to his family. Even the words in his own mind seemed surreal.
They were both nervous awaiting Carol and Jeffrey, but when they came in, Ana just blurted it out. “Mom, we have some things to tell you.”
“Is it about Christine?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“Sweetheart. Look at her. It is pretty obvious who she looks like. How do you think me and Jeffrey met? We met when I went to talk about the situation. We both wanted to let you two handle it. Why do you think the wedding was when he was off on leave? Do you guys really think it was all a coincidence?”
“Mom, I can’t believe you!”
“Oh the time to be upset is over. You guys are together now and married, Jeffrey, did you see this?” She held up Ana’s hand to show off the large diamond on her finger. “Our kids got hitched while we were gone.”
“Aren’t you upset that he’s my brother?”
“No, why would I be? You two brought us together in your own way and it seemed natural that it would work out for you. This is good. Christine already gets along with her pop-pop Jeffrey.”
Ana shrugged. She sat down at the kitchen table to try and stop the room from spinning around her. Why did she feel like everything had been orchestrated? Dante seemed a bit perturbed, his eyes darting at his dad, not believing that he had let him go for that long without knowing. He asked him why. “Because you weren’t ready. You had things to work out first. You were no good to anyone the way you were when you first left for the Navy.”
“Well there is more.”
“Oh?”
Ana was happy to see the sureness leave her face. “We are having another baby.”
“What! Oh my!”
Carol moved forward, kissing her on the cheek and hugging her. “Does Christine know?”
“Yea, she is happy to becoming a big sister.”
“This is great news!”
It was strange the reaction. Ana had expected horror and contempt even, not the joy of a woman about to become a grandmother again. Her reaction settled her and with their family growing ever larger, they soon found their own house in the small town that they both decided was perfect for raising children. Most people in town knew the two’s history, but Dante got used to introducing her as his wife, instead of his stepsister. It was just too confusing for most.
THE END
The Marine’s Bride Kidnapping
A Military Romance
The Marine’s Bride Kidnapping
Chapter One: Loves Many Splendors
Brody Crowley wiped the sweat from his eyes as his platoon lieutenant ran them through their last drill before heading home. His pack, weighing close to eighty pounds, was nothing now. A year ago it’d felt like carrying around a twelve year-old. He’d slimmed down and gained some serious muscle during his last tour as a United States Marine. Finishing his three mile trek around their FOB (Forward Operating Base) Brody dropped his pack and drank from his canteen like a camel. When it emptied he refille
d it and drank it down again, not caring that it soaked into his BDU’s, (Battle Dress Uniform).
“When I call your name step forward!” the lieutenant called. “Billings, Brock, Brunson, Cass, Crowley, Desimone, Dunn…” Brody didn’t pay attention much to anyone else on the list after his name was called. When the lieutenant was finally done, he followed with other men as his commander took them aside. “You’re the first unit to leave for the states. You need to be packed and ready to deploy stateside by 0300. Any questions?” No one said a peep. “Dismissed!”
Brody stepped off the plane at Asheboro Regional Airport and almost kissed the ground. It felt so damn good to be home, especially knowing he’d never have to deploy again. Six more months and he’d be just another U.S. citizen, one who could walk tall, proud of his service as a United States Marine. He would have filed onto a bus with the rest of his men, but he’d received special permission to return to the base in the company of his family who obviously hadn’t seen him yet. So he stood tall in his dress blues, walking slowly toward the parent’s who’d loved and supported him throughout his life, and the one woman who’d captured his heart what seemed like forever ago now.
His mom saw him first and instantly he could see the tears stream from her eyes as she broke away to hug him. It was a fierce embrace as it always was and he loved it. She’d been the first to know he had to serve and one of his strongest supporters to date. She’d never wavered in her belief that he’d come home safe and so he had.
“Hi mom,” he said, his own voice a little shaky. She didn’t say anything, just shook her head as she cried and laughed a mixture of relief and tremendous joy to have her only son home for good. After another minute he released her and looked up to see his dad and the woman he loved patiently waiting. He smiled and hugged his dad, giving him a one armed slap on the back as most men do. Then he turned to Allison.
