I pull him to me, aching to feel his arms around me once more. His large hands cup my ass and jerk me against his sweat slicked body. He pulls on my bottom lip, grazing it with his teeth before releasing me.
“I'm not finished with you yet,” he says, sliding a finger beneath me.
A low moan sounds in my throat. “I hope you'll never be finished with me.”
He trails kisses over my body until his lips find their way to my mound. Spreading my legs, he dips his face between them and unleashes his tongue against my clit. “God, you smell fucking delicious. Like sex. Like me. Like beauty.”
“Beauty smells?” A delirious smile upturns on my lips.
“Yes, it smells like you,” he says, plunging his tongue inside me.
His tongue undulates against my sex, rolling wave after wave of intense pleasure rampaging through me until his name rips from my throat in a guttural moan. Easing two fingers inside me, he slides through my slickness, working more arousal from me. Refusing to release his hold, his tongue flicks in a fury over my clit until only screams are left in my lungs. The intense pain and pleasure drive me insane, and when I think I can take no more, he makes me come again under his voracious tongue, lapping at the juices he created.
“Do you want to taste your beauty?” he asks, crawling like a stalking panther up my body.
An intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine releasing itself in a vocal aching of want and need. “Yes.”
His lips crush against me, and he slides his tongue all over mine, letting me drink my own arousal. Tangy yet sweet, it slicks our tangoing tongues as his cock teases the entrance to my pussy. Sliding only the tip in, he continues to punish my mouth until I lap the last of myself from his tongue.
With everything in me, I heave his body off and I roll on top of him. Shock overshadows the desire in his eyes for a moment.
“Fuck, Katy. You're everything I've ever wanted.” His body arches as I slam my hips over his length and rock him hard. Long fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he bucks under me. Strong, muscular thighs plank, holding me in the air as I ride him to completion. He growls, a mixture of a moan and a gasping breath carrying my name.
His hips drop, taking me with them, and I bounce in a fit of giggles against his chest. He whips me over, curling me under him as he stares with intensity at me.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
I tilt my head and try to pick out the emotions filling his eyes. “For what?” I say with a hard swallow.
“Asking me to stay with you tonight. I didn't want to be alone either.” His fingertips feather across my cheek, coming to rest on my lips.
My eyes press closed, heightening the scent of our sex and Jason's cologne around me. “I needed your strength, your bravery to get me through tonight.”
He brushes his lips against mine. “You're the brave one. You told me to fuck you, and I end up confessing my love.” A laugh pops from his throat.
I reopen my eyes, staring up at the man who just restored my soul. “You wanna know a secret?” My hand slides along his cheek budding with five o'clock stubble that prickles my skin. “Part of the ache in my heart wasn't just from Roger's death.”
He hovers above me, confusion coloring his eyes. “What do you mean?”
More tears slither across my cheeks. “You came back to me. I needed to make love to you because you're still alive.”
A softness halos his blue eyes, chipping away at the hard lines on his face. “Jesus, Katy,” he chokes out, and he succumbs to wobbling limbs, collapsing on top of me.
Sobs rip from his chest, and I simply let him cry. My hand sweeps in slow strokes over the back of his head as he drains himself of the pain bottled up inside. His arms curl under my body, choking air from my lungs as he holds me so tight I cannot breathe. But I let him. I'd give him my last breath if he needed it.
His release of emotions soaks my skin, and I realize we are now one. I have a part of him no one else has ever had—his tears. He took my pain, and I'm taking his.
Epilogue
White lights twinkle among the evergreen branches. Heat seeps through my hands as they curl around a cup of cocoa, warming the chill from my fingers. Snowflakes ride a billow of wind, drifting down in waves over the street outside.
“I know you miss him, Katy,” Mom says, forcing a cheery tone. “You've only got one more month.”
I nod and do my best to toss her a convincing smile. Inside, my heart swims in longing for Jason. Three months ago I lay in his arms as he filled me physically and emotionally. We bared our souls to each other that day. But then life sucked me back to reality, gutting me as he stepped out of my arms and onto a plane days later.
That was the second hardest day of my life. The first, he'd spent the night making love to me, bringing me back from the edge of insanity.
Months passed like years, even though we never missed a day talking to each other. Most of the time it was only a one line text. But he always found a way to let me know he was okay. I knew going in, holidays would be the hardest. Especially with Roger gone, nothing would ever be the same.
“Henry's making his special Christmas Eve prime rib,” Mom says somewhere in the background. Her words filter through me like the voice of a ghost. “You know, dear, I'll be perfectly fine here with Henry. I know your decision's been weighing heavy on your mind. And it gives me the perfect excuse to escape these awful winters and come visit you in San Diego.”
I nod and give Mom a heartfelt smile. “We'd like that. Jason's always thought of you as a second mother.” After a warm hug, she heads back to the kitchen, and I continue staring out the window, wishing on a star that Jason would come back to me safely.
Over the months he’s sent me updates on our housing situation in Miramar, finding us a little starter home together. Always thinking about me first, he made sure we'd be living off base so I could be closer to the elementary school where I'd be teaching.
One more month until our life together could start.
Buzzing from my purse startles my thoughts, and I dive in to catch it in case it's Jason. Excitement floods my veins as I see his name light up on my phone, and I open the text.
Jason: Merry Christmas Eve, baby.
Me: Merry Christmas Eve, my love.
Jason: You doing okay?
Me: Much better now that I've heard from you. How about you?
Jason: Oh, I'm doing pretty well. Glad I caught you.
Me: Me too. I've got a present for you.
Jason: You do? Did you send it over here already, because I haven't gotten it. If not, wait til I get home. Mail takes forever, and I won't get it before I ship out next month.
Me: Nope. I can send it to you right now.
My finger trembles over the send button on my phone. Before he'd left to go back overseas, I stole his battalion jacket and took some boudoir photos of myself in it. Air hitches in my throat as I wait for his response. I sent him my favorite shot: me naked, wearing only the jacket and his barracks cover. The jacket hung open, exposing a portion of my breast as my hand slipped between my thighs.
Jason: Holy Fuck, Katy.
Me: I'm sorry, I should've asked to borrow your jacket. But I wanted it to be a surprise.
Jason: That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life, next to your naked body riding mine. It makes me want you so bad right now. You're so beautiful, I can't stop staring at it. I miss your gorgeous brown eyes.
A mix of happiness and sadness fills me, swirling in a chaotic dance in my heart. He always knows just what to say. My heart hurts without him.
Me: I miss you so much. I miss your voice. I miss your kisses.
Jason: Is it snowing?
Me: Yes, it's Wisconsin, it's always snowing.
Jason: Go outside and take a video of you twirling in the falling snow. I miss you so much and want to see your smiling face catching snowflakes. There's only desert here, and it doesn't feel like Christmas. That would make my world if I could
see a smile on your face.
My heart pools through my chest as his words melt it. With mere words he can fill me even if he's not here.
Me: Okay. Give me a minute.
I rise from the sofa and make my way to the kitchen. “Mom, are you busy?”
She spins around after popping sweet potatoes into the oven. “What is it, dear?”
“Jason wants me to send him a video. He hates the desert and misses snow on Christmas Eve. Can you shoot a little video of me for him?” I hand her my phone.
“Of course. What a great idea!” She takes my phone and follows me outside.
Moonlight drapes the untouched drifts of snow in a silvery sheen. My boots crunch a path through to the deck in the backyard of my mother's house.
“Ready?” Mom asks.
“Yeah, start recording,” I shout back to her as I lift my hands up and make a slow twirl around.
Snowflakes tickle my nose and tongue with every spin. A soft laugh pops up from my throat as I stop and smile at the camera. Something crunches behind me, and I hitch a shoulder as warm hands slide their way over my waist from behind. His cologne hits my nose, and I know who it is before I ever turn around. Water pools in my eyes as I clutch his hands over my stomach. My heart hammers so fast against my ribcage it practically hums.
“Jason?” I whisper in a gasp.
“Merry Christmas, Katy.” His low, mellow voice drapes me in a heat that weakens my knees.
I collapse in tears, and he spins me in his arms. His lips crush my mouth, forcing my eyes closed. The taste of his tongue, his sensual movements tell me it's him. He's really here, holding me.
Releasing my lips, he holds me to him so close we become one body. His dress-blue battalion jacket rubs against my face, drowning me in his familiar scent. I sob against him. And this time it's happy tears, not of sorrow.
“God, I've missed you so much,” I whimper against his chest.
Boots crunch, and a door hitches shut. Mom left us alone, and a smile curls over my lips. I still haven't seen his face. Stepping back, I look up at him. A smile beams across his handsome chiseled jawline beneath his barracks cover.
“I've missed you more than you'll ever know,” he says, gripping my fingers tight in his gloved hands.
“Are you officially back?” I choke out, staring into his eyes.
He gives me a nod and an even wider smile. “Yup.”
“When did you get in?” My eyes launch wide open.
“This morning. I called your mom and asked her to keep it a secret. She helped me plan this. I spent the day with my folks, so tonight I'm all yours.” His arms drape around me as I shiver in the cold. “Let's get you back inside. You're freezing.”
I take a step, and before I manage another one he stops me with a gentle tug on my arm. “Katy,” he whispers.
I spin back around and find him on one knee drenched in snow. With shaking fingers, he fumbles open a black velvet box and holds it up. My heart hammers its way up my throat, cutting off the last bit of air in my lungs, and I clutch a hand to my chest.
“I know some may say we're moving too fast, but you and I know each other inside and out. My whole life's been spent basing decisions on what other people think, from Roger to the military. Being away from you the last three months made me realize I want to start my future with you right here, right now.” He slides the ring from the box and grips the loop tight with trembling fingers. Raising his head, glassy blue eyes stare at me. “Will you marry me?”
Words stick behind my thundering heart still lodged in my throat as I nod. “Yes,” I choke out, brushing back the heated tears streaming over my chilled skin. “Oh God, Jason, yes!”
He rises from the snow, water soaking through his dress blue pants. Taking my hand in his, he slips the ring over my finger before kissing the pad of my fingertip. I manage to swallow the lump in my throat as I brush a finger along his face, catching a tear that slipped across his own cheek.
“Whoo, okay.” He exhales a long deep breath with a smile of relief spreading over his face. “That went better than expected.”
A giggle escapes my lips, and I throw my arms around him, pulling his mouth to meet mine. Unspoken words slide from his tongue to mine as he deepens the kiss. He melts my body, mind and soul.
Pulling back, he rests his forehead on mine. “Can we just go back to your place?”
“As much as I'd love to, it's Christmas Eve. We should at least make it through dinner,” I say with a sigh. “And, now we have to share the good news with Mom.”
“Okay, fine.” He dots my lips with one more kiss. “But I'm gonna need all night with you. I plan on properly filling your stocking.” The wicked grin curling over his lips heats my core, sending internal shudders rampaging through me.
“I hope so. I've been a very good girl.” My eyes narrow with desire as I cup his hard cock in my hand.
“Don't do that, Katy. We'll never make it inside.” A low growl purrs in his throat.
My fingertips work to unbuckle his pants in a fury.
“Katy,” he says in a low murmur.
I slip my hand in and curl my fingers around his length. He stands at attention like a good soldier, and his tip pops out from the top of his briefs.
“Fuck, Katy, what're you doing? What if your mom comes back outside?” he says, but rocks his hips in steady movements with my hand.
“Doesn't that add to the excitement? Besides, you deserve it. You've been gone for three months.” Tossing a quick glance over my shoulder I lean down and lick the tip of his cock brimming with pre-cum.
“Shit,” he says and bucks against my lips as I take him deeper in my mouth. “God, I've missed you.”
My mouth slides over him until both of his hands wrap against my head and muffled groans tumble from his lips. His powerful thighs shudder as he shoots his seed across my tongue. Licking him clean, I tuck him back inside his home and inch my way up his chest.
“Is that enough to get you through dinner?” I bat my lashes at him.
“No, because now I wanna return the favor.” He rips off his white gloves and tosses them into the snow as he slaps a hand under my skirt, sliding aside my panties. Twirling a finger inside me, he plunges two into my channel ripping a gasp from my lungs.
“No, this was about you. I wanted to give you a present.” Soft moans fall from my lips as I try to find the strength to push him away. But I can't. My body aches for him, crumbling under his touch.
The force of his body pushes me against the siding of the house, and he leans in, pressing his lips to my ear. “Come for me, Katy.”
Shivers run up and down my spine like tiny spiders, and I shudder in his arms. The heat of his body warms my limbs while his fingers dance inside me. Groans purr in my throat as the waves build with each swipe of his fingers.
“Let me hear you come,” he says in a low, sexy voice.
He strokes me faster, slipping and sliding through my dripping arousal. Short bursts of air puff in and out of my chest, carrying a moan each time. Passion overtakes my body as the tendrils of pleasure spiral through me, lifting me to another world. Nothing else matters. He is here with me now, his hands inside me, touching me.
I grip the sides of his face, pressing his ear to my lips as I moan his name. “Jason.” I grasp at breaths through each shudder as my orgasm swallows me whole. “I love you,” I choke out between gasps.
His face curls into a beaming smile beneath my fingertips and he looks into my eyes. “And I love you, Katy.”
I fall into a puddle in his arms. “Welcome home.”
The End
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FIRST CLASS
Meredith J. Scott
Copyright © 2015
Chapter One
Mara Ballew hated flying almost as much as she hated her ex-husband. Both made her feel trapped and out of control. But at least the flight couldn’t ditch her for a younger woman.
Bouncing a tanned leg on her fir
st class seat, she stared at the empty aisle seat beside her. If nobody claimed it, she was going to take it as soon as the plane door was shut. A thirteen-hour transatlantic flight was bad enough; being stuck next to the window was even worse. Reaching up, she slid the opaque window cover down, blocking out the August sunset.
Out with the old, in with the new.
The worst summer of her life had come to an end. Maybe leaving everything behind and moving to Germany would finally free her of the ex’s looming shadow. Her job as a MEDCOM civilian doctor in his unit at Edwards Air Force Base made seeing him inevitable. So two weeks ago, on a whim, she’d applied for the wellness center director position at Landstuhl. She didn’t even speak German. Didn’t matter, though. Germany was far, far away. And that was her only prerequisite.
Little beads of sweat accumulated on the nape of her neck as the flight attendants announced they were closing the door. Mara shifted her carry-on items to the aisle seat and slumped down, preparing herself for the worst part of the flight: takeoff.
Her heart began a staccato slam against her breastbone. Gripping the arms of the plush blue seat, she closed her eyes and practiced yoga breathing. She was gonna Eat Pray Love this thing or die trying.
“Excuse me, miss?” A rich, rumbly Southern drawl spoke next to her ear, startling her eyes open like rogue tension shades. The camouflage jumped out at her first, then the body wearing it. If it’d been an Air Force uniform, she would’ve sworn he’d sent one of his troops to collect her from the plane and tell her how stupid this decision was. He’d tried to talk her out of it when he found out she was going.
But it was an Army uniform. Her eyes scaled all the way up his long body, over neatly pressed, pixilated green that stretched across a broad chest and wide shoulders. Regrouping, she skipped the rest of him and met his chocolate brown eyes.
“Is this seat 7A?” When he smiled, dimples pitted deep in his cheeks. Pearly Colgate teeth lit up the plane’s cabin. He looked down at the boarding pass in his hand.
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