When he found a parking spot towards the back of the lot, he put the truck in park, released his seatbelt, and reached behind him, removing a big black gun from the small of his back. Another one came off his ankle. And yet another one came from his other ankle.
He watched my face impassively as he removed his weapons. Knives came from pockets, and I wondered what the hell he was doing.
“What the heck are you doing with all those on you?” I asked baffled.
He smiled. “I always have them on me.”
Don’t think I didn’t notice that fucking ankle bracelet on him. Which meant he wasn’t allowed to have all those weapons. Although, I was more concerned with him getting in trouble, rather than the fact that a person with an ankle bracelet that monitored his whereabouts was carrying weapons.
“Why are you taking them all off?” I asked.
“Cemetery prohibits weapons, concealed or otherwise. Out of respect, everyone follows it. If you’re carrying anything weapon wise, you should take it out of your pockets.” He said, looking pointedly at the bulge in the pocket of my jeans.
“How did you know I was carrying anything that resembled a weapon?” I asked as I removed my keys, which remarkably had a Swiss Army Knife attached to them, from my pocket.
He gave me a look. You know, the kind that resembled a ‘do you think I’m a dumbass’ stare. Then he hopped out of the truck, walked around to my side, and opened it for me.
I smiled at his chivalry, and squinted at the bright noonday sun. The sky was cloudless; so pure and blue that it hurt my eyes to look up.
Sebastian pulled the sunglasses that were hung at the collar on his shirt, and slid them on his face, effectively covering his eyes, as well as his emotions from me. Then, he took my hand that wasn’t holding the coins and walked with me to the entrance of the cemetery.
“Have you ever seen the coins on a grave before?” He asked as he nodded to the uniformed guards that were standing sigil at the gates.
“No,” I asked, confused.
His hand went to his necklace, pulling until the dog tags lay on top of his clothing.
Then he started fiddling with the bill of his cap, and I finally understood he was nervous.
“You’ll see a bunch of coins on these graves. Many times, people pay their respects by leaving pennies on the graves, it tells the families that someone visited. That’s why I brought you the bag. There’s no way you’ll be able to put that on each grave, but there are 194 stones we pass until we reach the first one I’m after, and 139 until we reach the next one. I don’t know if you want to put out all the pennies, but I expect you will.” He said, clearing his throat.
Consequently, that was how I found myself putting pennies on graves of soldiers that I never even knew. There were so many of them. It was like a sea of graves. Some dated as far back as 1919; although, Sebastian informed me that they founded the cemetery in the 1800s.
I left Sebastian when he reached the first grave marked, Mitchell Ryan Reid, 1984-2006. He hadn’t said that he wanted time, but I’d given it to him anyway. I did see him place a quarter on the grave as I walked a few graves away.
I’d noticed how there were other coins on the graves besides pennies, and decided I needed to know more.
Pulling out my phone, I googled the practice, and found what I was looking for.
Nickels meant that the deceased and visitor to the grave attended boot camp together. A dime meant that they served with the person in some capacity. And a quarter, like the one Sebastian had just left, meant that they were with them when they’d died.
When I read the last sentence, my heart broke, and I knew for sure that was exactly whom he was visiting. The three best friends that had died while they were on deployment.
Twenty minutes and two hundred pennies later, I found him at another grave a little further back from the first. As I passed, I placed my penny and read the grave. Albert Lee Cordell, 1982-2006.
I had just placed my last penny on the grave of a young man who’d died when he was seventeen years of age, when I found Sebastian standing on the edge of the pathway watching me.
“What?” I asked, surveying him.
He shook his head. “Nothing. How did I know you’d go through all 500 pennies?”
I smiled widely and walked towards him. Once I was in arm range, I lifted my own and wrapped them around Sebastian’s neck, and gave him a soft kiss on the mouth.
He held me tight and looked into my eyes. “Thank you for coming.”
I tried to study his eyes to gauge his emotions, but all I could see was my own reflection on the glasses he wore. “I don’t know that I was much help, but you’re welcome.”
He shook his head, took his hat off, and ran the fingers of one hand through the very short locks before replacing the hat back on his head.
“That drive is normally horrible for me. I visit them every year at this time.” He told me, taking me by the hand and leading me to the entrance.
“Why are every one of these flowers on the graves brand new looking?” I asked absently, seeing a gorgeous display on one man’s grave.
His eyes moved toward the graves before answering. “The cemetery’s keepers clean the old flowers off the graves when they start dying. They also don’t allow plastic flowers unless it’s during the winter months.”
“Wow.” Was all I could think to say.
Then another thought occurred to me.
“You only mentioned two graves. Why didn’t we visit the other grave?” I asked as we walked to the car.
Sebastian grimaced. “His wife didn’t want me to visit him, and I’m respecting her wishes.”
Baylee’s eyes turned up to survey Sebastian’s face. “What? Why?”
He shrugged. “She blamed me. Was mad that I’d lived and her husband had died. Pretty much normal, I suppose.”
I froze, and turned to look at Sebastian. The lines around his mouth were hard. His lips were thinned into a hard, immovable line.
“Where is his grave, I’ll put the quarter on it.” I told him, turning to start back into the cemetery.
I stopped once I realized Sebastian wasn’t following me. “Are you coming?” I asked, turning around.
He looked like he really wanted to, so I decided to keep walking and let him catch up. Not that I knew where I was going, but, eventually, Sebastian would tell my where to go. I knew he’d know. He may not visit it, but he’d know exactly where it was.
His large hand circled around the top fleshy part of my arm, and turned me until I was pointed towards the correct direction. We walked for another 500 yards until we came to a row that was near the back of the cemetery itself.
“Fifteen graves down.” He instructed.
He turned to go, but I stopped him when I grabbed the hand in his back pocket. He stopped where he was, but didn’t turn around. So I reached into his pocked, pulled out all of his change, and started walking, counting carefully.
The fifteenth grave was excessively decorated, as if the wife came to visit the grave, and kept flowers there constantly. The grave marker read Jason Ray Merhens, 1982-2006.
Squatting down to my haunches, I let my hand open until I could see the coins, grabbed a quarter, and pocketed the others. Placing the quarter at the very edge of the grave.
“Don’t give up on him. He’ll visit one day.” I whispered, brushing a fleck of dirt off the stone, before standing up and heading back to my man who was nearly all the way back at the gates.
I caught up to him at the truck. He was leaning against the side of it, arms crossed, and hat pulled down low. “Let’s go get something to eat, big boy.”
“Where?” He rasped, going to my door and opening it for me.
Once I was in my seat, I turned in the open door and studied Sebastian’s haggard face. “Anywhere. I’ll go anywhere with you.”
Chapter 12
I’m going to hell in every religion.
-Baylee’s latest diary entry
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sp; Baylee
The ringing of my phone woke me.
My eyes peeled open, and I glared at the offending object that was omitting the most obnoxious sound I’d ever heard.
Sadly, it was my mother and I couldn’t ignore it. Otherwise, she would keep calling until I finally answered.
I hit the answer button and let my hand fall back to the bed.
“Hello?” I mumbled with face still partially smashed into the pillow.
“Hi, pumpkin. Who’re you sleeping with?” She asked with a smile.
My eye snapped open; I looked behind me before looking back to my phone, and realized that my mother was on the freaking screen, looking at a very naked Sebastian at my back.
“My, my.” She said with a bright smile. “He’s in excellent shape.”
I snorted, pulled the sheet up from the floor, and placed it directly over Sebastian’s most significant endowment.
“Yes, he sure is. What can I help you with?” I asked as my head started to clear of the fog that sleeping deeply always produced.
My mom smiled. “Your dad used to have abs like that. God, he used to be so very handsome. But then we had you, and I got fat, and then your daddy said if I was allowed to gain weight, then he was allowed to also. Is this the Sebastian boy your brother’s been talking about?”
My brother was such a little shit.
No. He was a big shit.
There was a difference.
Standing up, taking the comforter with me to conceal my own nakedness, I walked out of the hotel’s large room and into the bathroom. I closed the door quietly, trying not to wake Sebastian, seeing as we’d only just gone to bed a little over three hours ago.
The man had been bound and determined to forget why he’d come to Oklahoma. And he’d used my body to help him forget.
Just thinking about the night we’d just shared made heat rise to my cheeks.
“Wow, you should really use some foundation on those hickeys. You don’t want to have people staring at that all day.” My mom advised, making my eyes snap to the mirror.
Sure enough, I did have a very large hickey on the side of my neck, where my shoulder met my neckline. I also had beard burn on both sides of my neck, and a couple of places on my chest that I could see.
“Wow.” I said, surprised.
“I just wanted to call and tell you that dad and I got new phones. I found this little feature this morning when Katy called me using it. Your brother had told me about it last night, and I’d intended to use it to call her later, except she surprised me first. Your brother probably got a little bit of an eye full.”
I knew I shouldn’t ask, but my insane curiosity goaded and nudged until I asked. “What would he get an eye full of?”
My mother smiled. “Your dad and I were in the shower. Let’s just say, it was good that it was him calling first, before giving the phone to Katy.”
I snorted. Oh yes, my brother was probably scarred for life.
“Is there a point to this seven in the morning wakeup call?” I finally asked.
“No. I just wanted to talk to you about that young man in your bed. How about you call me tomorrow and fill me in, okay? We’ll be coming to visit, as scheduled, at the first of October. Don’t forget, okay?”
After agreeing to call my mother tomorrow, I scrolled through my messages and texted my brother.
Me- So you got a good look at dad’s weenie, did you?
Luke- Fuck you.
Snickering, I placed my phone on the bathroom counter, did a quick clean up, and used the facilities before making my way back into the room.
Sebastian was now on his stomach.
The sheet had slipped to the floor again, giving me an unencumbering view of his nicely muscled ass. As well as other, more significant, body parts.
With his foot slightly raised to the side as it was, it allowed me a good view of the boys, as well as his penis that was lying parallel to his bent leg. This was the first time I’d actually seen it not hard. The man had an inane ability to stay hard, regardless of the fact that he’d just come or not.
As I walked up to the side of the bed, I had to stifle a giggle.
Last night, after the second time, Sebastian had to leave the bed to dispose of his used condom; Sebastian decided to bring the trashcan to the end of the bed for expedience. I, personally, thought the man was genius. His practicality meant I didn’t have to let go of him for more than a few moments.
Moving the trashcan to the side with my foot, I crawled up behind the sleeping man, and settled on my knees, ass to calves. I’d woken up many times in the night to the man with his face buried between my splayed thighs, or my ass in the air and Sebastian’s hard cock tunneling into me.
Now it was my turn.
Reaching out tentatively, I ran one lone finger down the velvety skin of his scrotum. I’d softly cupped his balls in my palm, rolling them around my hand as I used to do with my Chinese Baoding balls. The Baoding balls were supposedly healing and meditative, allowing one to relax while they used them.
Well, I felt anything but relaxed holding Sebastian’s balls in the palm of my hand. In fact, the dampness between my clenched thighs, and the pulsating feeling coursing through my core spoke of anything but calm.
Then the pattern of Sebastian’s breathing changed. It went from steady and smooth, to shallow and ragged.
The size of his cock was anything but soft.
In fact, it nearly tripled in size, and a small drop of milky white pre-come oozed from the tip, falling to the bed.
I didn’t stop playing with his testicles even though I knew he was awake.
I’d yet to explore the man as thoroughly as he’d explored me, and it was time to reciprocate.
“Do you have any fantasies?” I asked him.
“I dream about fucking your tits. Then coming all over them.”
His voice was sleep roughened, and it took everything I had not to urge him onto his back and ride him like there was no tomorrow.
“That’s it?” I asked, finally letting my hand let his sac go.
His testicles fell softly against the white sheet underneath, and I moved my hands so they rested on the back of his thighs, and then further up to his lower back.
He had two indentions at the top of his back where the muscles were so honed that they stood out blatantly, even with him laying down.
I let my extended nipples trail over his ass, teasing them back and forth. His breath hitched, and I smiled. “I don’t mind you doing that. In fact, it sounds like something I’d love to do. Just not quite yet.”
Moving from out between his legs, I walked on my knees until I was at his side, and then straddled his back, facing his legs.
Planting one small fist into the bed next to his lifted knee, I used the other hand to move his engorged shaft carefully down, until it was lying straight out between his legs.
His shaft was mesmerizing. Tanner than the rest of him, the shaft was a deep angry red. The vein that ran up along the underside was absolutely massive, and the paramedic in me was absolutely enchanted with the sight.
I kept thinking, ‘I could totally hit that.’
He probably wouldn’t find that as amusing as I did.
“Jesus, you’re burning me alive with that pussy of yours.” Sebastian groaned.
The vibrations from his voice sent a little zing through my clit, and I had to stop myself from grinding myself into his back.
Leaning down over his ass, I let the very tip of my tongue lathe over his ridged shaft. His sharp inhalation sent me forward minutely, and I took that as a sign to mean he’d liked it.
At this angle, I wasn’t able to actually take his dick into my mouth, or I’d suffocate myself. Knowing Sebastian probably wasn’t into necrophilia, I concentrated on working his entire dick with my tongue, sucking on the back of it. Flicking the frenulum with the very tip of my tongue.
“Jesus Christ, get off me and let me have you before I buck you off and take you w
here you land.” He groaned, shoving his face into the pillow.
I took pity on him.
Sitting up, I swung one leg over until I was again kneeling beside him. But I didn’t stay like that for long. No. The next instant, I was pushed over until my ass was in the air, and Sebastian’s hard cock was pounding into me.
Not liking the angle, Sebastian placed his hand in the middle of my back, and urged my head to lay onto the mattress, essentially canting up my butt, and allowing for a deeper angle of penetration.
He grunted with each thrust of his cock, and pounded into me like a man possessed. “Fuck me, but you look good with your ass in the air, and those fat lips swallowing my cock all the way to the hilt.” He grated.
His dirty talk was really pushing my arousal to the red line, and, sure enough, when he reached around my hips, and thrummed my clit with the edge of his thumb, I shot off like a bottle rocket. Sparks dominated my vision, and my own hips slammed back into his pounding ones, making him reach a point inside of me that prolonged my orgasm until I had no more breath in my lungs.
Sebastian’s hips slowed, and finally came to a stop once I’d finished.
His dick was pulsating inside of my own clenching sheath, and he grasped my hips with an iron grip, squeezing until the point of pain. I’d definitely be sporting bruises in the morning, but it’d be totally worth it.
“Fuck me. Don’t move. Fuck, please stop clenching. Oh, Jesus.” He pleaded, pulling out ever so slowly.
It was then I realized I’d forgotten the condom, as did he.
Which explained his pleading tone, and the ironclad grip on my hips.
“Turn over, Baylee.” He rasped.
I followed his order, letting my hips fall to the bed and logrolling until I was on my back with my legs splayed.
His eyes traveled the length of my body. His pupils dilated when his eyes came to settle on my beaded nipples. His nostrils flared as he took two fingers, and worked them slowly into my slippery heat.
He bent down until he was eye level with my breasts, and he feasted, licking, sucking, and flicking my nipples and the valley of my breasts, all the while his two stiffened fingers worked me down below.
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