Love Letters Boxset Volume 1: Bonus content included

by Donn, KL

  When she’d blurted that she wasn’t on the pill an image of her pregnant immediately popped in my mind and I’d nearly come on the spot. Nothing would make me happier than to give her a piece of me she could never get from someone else.

  Her hips wiggle and I know she’s ready for me to move again. Slowly at first, so as not to hurt her. Jersey’s heels dig into my ass and I know my girl is getting impatient for more of her man.

  What’s a guy to do but give her what she wants?

  “I got you Jersey girl,” whispering into her ear, I pick up the pace of my thrusts, ensuring I hit her secret spot every time. Her breath hitches and she mewls with every touch.

  “Oh Killian,” her breathy moans in my ear fuel me on.

  Soon enough my control has snapped and my hips are like pistons as I pummel her warm cunt. The smell of sex is pungent in the air as my hands roam her body, and my lips kiss and suck on her neck. Her nails dig into my sides when I hit her sweet spot repeatedly.

  “I’m going to come Killian,” she cries, her voice rising.

  “Come for me,” I encourage her.

  Her body tenses, her eyes close, warmth floods my cock as she screams out her pleasure. The desire rippling through her body has me nearing explosion as she continues coming in my arms. The sight of her, the feel of her while she loses control is a heady feeling I can’t contain and I feel the tell tale tingling in my spine as my body races to the finish line.

  “Let go Killian,” she leans forward to whisper in my ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth and I do exactly as she asks. I empty my seed into her supple body.

  Her hands skillfully massage my tense back as I groan through my release. I can feel my semen splash inside of her in long jets of fluid. By the time I’m finished I’ve released so much inside of Jersey that it’s gushing out around us.

  “God damn,” I mutter again. At a complete loss of words for what we’ve shared. Pulling back from her I see blood smeared on my cock and instantly feel bad for being the cause. My eyes dart up to her face to apologize. When I see the happy smile on her lips, and stars in her eyes, I know I don’t need to.

  “That was wonderful,” she whispers as I lay down beside her. We’re both oblivious to the fact it’s the middle of the day, and we’re laying nude on top of her blankets, covered in sweat and smelling of sex.

  “It was everything,” I tell her.

  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  I was right, the first time she wrote me, I knew she was different. I knew she would be mine.

  She’ll always be mine.

  3 years later.

  I’m watching my now two-year-old son, Jared, playing in the front yard while my beautiful wife is at work when the mail comes along. Seeing a letter addressed to Capt. K. St. James, I’m worried. I haven’t seen that title in almost three years.

  Sitting on the porch where I can still watch Jared on his jungle gym, I tear through the envelope as surprise and overwhelming love erupt through me.

  Dearest Captain Killian St. James,

  There once was a girl, she was happy if not a bit lonely. Doing a favor for her father she wrote a man. Turns out he was just as lonely as she.

  Through time, space, and distance they connected in a way no two people ever should. They talked, they laughed, they shared the good and the bad.

  They fell in love.

  This crazy girl from some small town found what she’d never known she was looking for.

  Love.

  Family.

  Hope.

  You and me Killian, till the end, and beyond, I love you. Thank you for not ever breaking a promise, for loving me and my neurotic ways. For not laughing when I broke that mixer the one time. For taking care of me when I’ve been ill.

  For giving me Jared, the light of our lives.

  Thank you Killian for loving me.

  Yours forever,

  Jersey girl.

  “Christ woman,” my eyes are fucking misty.

  To say I’m humbled by my wife would be an understatement. She was a huge surprise after we finally met, after I let her out of bed for more than food and a shower.

  She has a sense of humor unlike anyone I’ve ever met. She’s never afraid to try new things, and she stands up to me. Even when she watches my former unit back down, she holds her fucking ground. Though I think that has more to do with her wanting a spanking than anything else.

  Jersey is my everything.

  Looking at our son, I know I’ll do anything for the love of my life.

  2 years later.

  When we decided to have babies nobody ever told me how intense and painful labor was going to be. In fact, when we had Jared I probably would have laughed in their faces. Jared was the perfect pregnancy, the perfect baby, the perfect delivery.

  It was fast, smooth, and hardly any pain at all.

  I thought I had it easy.

  I was so damn wrong.

  Standing over Alyssa, our brand new perfect baby girl I don’t regret a thing. Thirty-six hours of intense labor, screaming, cursing, and crying and I don’t remember a single bit of it. For this perfect angel, I would do it all over again.

  Wrapping the small blanket around her more securely, my fingers graze an envelope. Pulling it out, I walk back to my bed and open it. Knowing immediately who it’s from.

  Jersey girl,

  I don’t know if there’s any way for me to show the proper amount of gratitude for you, for everything you’ve given me, but I’ll give it a shot.

  You are the stars, the moon, and the sun in my life. You are everything that is good in my world and I wouldn’t change a thing (even all the name calling during labor).

  Forever and a day baby, you are mine.

  I can’t imagine a life without you, without your spontaneous letters, carrying on a tradition I will forever cherish.

  Thank you for Jared and Alyssa, the two most beautiful children on the planet. For your crazy ideas, and happy sighs. For waking up to me every morning and loving me long into the night.

  Thank you for being mine Jersey girl.

  Love always,

  Killian.

  I have to wipe the tears from my eyes quickly so they don’t drop on the letter and ruin it. I’ve kept every single one from the first to the last. Nothing will make me ever get rid of them.

  This man is my everything, my entire world outside of our children.

  Without Killian my world would still be shrouded in grey.

  Kissing the envelope as I close it, I whisper simply, “Thank you Killian.” Knowing through time and space, beyond any distance he feels it deep in his soul.

  5 years later.

  “Hey Dad! Watch this!” Jared cracks the ball his coach pitches him into left field and so far past his team mates, I don’t think they know where it went.

  “Damn.” One of the other dad’s mutters beside me.

  “That’s my boy!” I beam proudly. It may just be the first practice of the season, but my kid has one hell of a swing. This is only his third year playing ball and if I didn’t know better I’d say he was born with a bat in his hand.

  Baseball days mean Jersey and our daughter, Alyssa, have what they call spa days. It used to consist of going to a salon and having their hair and nails done, but now, with the delivery day of our soon to be second daughter, they stay at home. Aly loves to play with her mother’s long hair. Or painting her nails, or playing with makeup.

  While we try to give the kids their own time with each of us, we love to do family things too. We have season seats to the Maryland Terrapins games each year and the kids love it.

  Two kids were all we were going to have, Jared and Alyssa keep us on our toes a little more than we can sometimes handle, but they’re wonderful kids. Caring, compassionate, kind. All of it comes from their mother. A woman who continues to amaze me more and more with each passing day.

  I couldn’t love her any more than what I do now.

  I couldn’t be more thankf
ul that she wrote me that letter all those years ago.

  Jersey changed my life for the better.

  Jersey

  I’m trying to so hard to stifle the moans from contractions, I don’t want to ruin the braid Aly is attempting to put in my hair, but I think it’s time.

  “You’re so pretty Momma.” She happily chirps. “I can’t wait until the new baby comes, she’ll get to have spa days with us!”

  “Hey sweetheart,” I don’t mask the pain well, “could you bring me my phone?”

  “Sure! But you forgot to use the magic word!” Heaven forbid.

  “Please Aly.” As she hands it to me, I cry out from a harder contraction. “It’s time isn’t it, Momma?” Her whispered question is full of delight.

  “Yeah, baby, it’s time.” After sending a quick text to Killian, I know he’ll be home soon. “Can you get the bag from the hall closet? Then get your shoes on okay.” She nods and runs to do as I ask.

  “Papa is meeting us there?” We’ve had plenty of talks about what happens when it’s time and thankfully both kids are happy with the plan.

  “He is.” I tell her just as the boys come crashing through the front door startling us both.

  “You alright Jersey girl?” Killian kneels in front of me and I think I fall deeper in love with the man. “Our surprise is ready.” I smile at him.

  “She sure is.” A tear in his eyes is the only emotion he conveys under his cool calm. “Shall we go?” He offers his hand with a grin and we’re on our way.

  Everything happens at lightning speed after that. Jared and Aly were long intense labors. Our newest joy barely made it up the elevator and in time for my Dad to pick the kids up.

  “Well Mrs. St. James, you did one hell of a job.” Kilian’s gaze is enamored with our miracle as he watches her in his arms sitting beside me.

  A light knock on the door sounds and a nurse walks in, “Sorry to interrupt, we were asked to give this to you once you were settled in your room.” She hands me an envelope since my arms are empty.

  “Thank you,” I murmur, wondering who left a letter for us. Immediately I look up to Killian, thinking he’s done what he did after we had Alyssa, but he shakes his head.

  Opening the white envelope, I pull out a short letter and tears rush to the surface as I read the sweetest letter in history.

  Dear Mom and Dad,

  Aly and I thought we could surprise you this time!

  We know you probably have names already, but we thought we could help too!

  Aly likes the name Summer or Paige for her. I like the names Miranda or Carolyn. We both agree Perry is the best though.

  We love you guys, and we love our little sister no matter what you name her. Can’t wait to meet her soon!

  Love,

  J-Man & Aly-Cat

  “How did we get so lucky?” I look up to my husband, the father of my children, love of my life.

  “It’s all you, babe, all you.” His grin has grown after I read the letter aloud.

  “Perry St. James.” I try the name and I love it.

  “It suits her.” He says leaning over so we can gaze upon her at once.

  Brushing my fingers across her cheek, I tell him. “I think she has a name then.”

  Dear Gage

  A match made... by an 8-year-old?

  Dear Paisley,

  I wasn't looking for love.

  I was fine with the life I had.

  Then you wrote me and a whole new world opened up.

  Dear Gage,

  I've been alone so long.

  Lost, scared, raising a son who needed a real man.

  Then you came along.

  Opening our hearts to your loyalty.

  To whom it may concern,

  My name is Tommy Anderson, and I’m eight years old. I’m in third grade, and my teacher, Miss Gunner, is making the whole class write letters to soldiers.

  I like riddles, do you?

  This one always makes me laugh:

  What currency do they use in space?

  My mom thinks it’s funny, too. She has a nice laugh.

  Gotta go do my homework now!

  Your friend, Tommy

  I couldn’t help my chuckle as I read the boy’s letter. I’ve been in the Navy for fifteen years, and I think this is the best letter I’ve ever received. My family writes me every once in a while, but this is different. I have a real chance to connect with someone who might need me.

  After being in this hell hole for so many years and feeling like it’s getting worse rather than better, I like the idea of starting fresh once my tour is over in six months.

  * * *

  Tommy

  “I hate you!” I’m screaming at my mom again because my dad ditched me. I don’t hate her; I know she does the best she can. I just wish my dad were here.

  “Tomas Gregory Anderson.” Her voice is quiet, and I can tell she’s sad. I hate making Mom sad. Sometimes, I can’t control my temper, though, and she doesn’t understand that. “What is going through your mind when you do these things, baby?”

  I’m so angry I scream again. Tears are rolling down my cheeks. I don’t know how to make her understand that I need my dad. “Cassie threw that stupid pencil first. She deserved it!”

  “Miss G. said– “

  “Miss G. is stupid! You’re stupid! Cassie’s stupid!” I see the tears pool in Mom’s eyes at my words, and mine stream down my face harder.

  Stomping my feet, I run up to my stupid room and slam the door shut. Flopping down on my bed, I scream into my pillow like I’ve seen Mom do so many times before.

  I just want my dad.

  * * *

  Paisley

  I ache for my little boy’s pain. I hate that he feels abandoned by my ex, Jack. We were high school sweethearts, had our entire lives planned. We thought we were ready to be intimate at sixteen.

  We were so wrong.

  I don’t regret Tommy for anything. He’s the best thing in my life. Jack, however, is an asshole I could do without. As soon as he found out I was pregnant, he’d run. His parents handed me money for an abortion, and I never heard from any of them again.

  About a year after my son was born, Jack showed up. He wanted to be part of Tommy’s life. At eighteen, I was skeptical and naïve and scared that I was failing as a mother. So, I let Jack in, and I’ve regretted it ever since. He pops in and out whenever he likes. Barely remembers to call on birthdays or Christmas or any other important moment in our child’s life.

  Like the reason Tommy is currently acting out now. He had turned eight over the summer, and Jack missed it—big surprise there—but he promised to make up for it. Swearing to his son that they would go fishing next time he was in town.

  That was two weeks ago.

  Jack called, and they talked and made plans. Tommy was up at five that Saturday morning, sitting on the front step waiting for his dad to show.

  He sat there all day long.

  I cried harder that night than any other before it.

  I think Tommy and I are at the point where I need to make the decision of whether or not to cut Jack out completely. At this point, he’s only doing more harm than good, and I abhor seeing my baby so upset. He needs a real man in his life.

  Walking up the stairs with a letter from his soldier in my hand, I knock softly on the door. “Your letter’s here, sweetheart.” After waiting with no answer, I slip the envelope under his door and walk away. My heart as heavy as it’s ever been.

  * * *

  Tommy

  Once my mom’s clear of the door, I scramble to the floor and fetch the letter from him. I don’t even know his name yet, and already he’s more dependable than my dad.

  I rip open the letter and pull the paper out.

  Hey kid,

  Thanks for writing me. It’s always nice to know other people think about us over here. My name is Lieutenant Gage Drapper. I’m thirty-five years old, and I’m from Baltimore, Maryland. I like to fish, hunt, an
d play paintball with my nephews. Their mom hates that.

  You’re a riddler, huh? I’ll bite, though I admit I ain’t so great at them.

  Is this your answer…

  Milk duds?

  Why was the watermelon sad?

  One of my privates told me that. I’m scratching my head.

  So, your mom, she likes your riddles? What about the rest of your family? What else do you like to do for fun?

  See you on the flip side, Riddler,

  Gage

  “Wow!” Gage sounds really cool! And he likes fishing! I wonder if he’d have time to take me with him. Maybe he could bring my mom out, too!

  Then I’d have a dad, and she wouldn’t look so lonely.

  Dear Paisley,

  I know I’ve been talking back and forth with Tommy the past three months now, and he’s told me a lot about you. Actually, more than a lot. He admires the heck out of you.

  Here’s the thing, he hasn’t mentioned you reading any of our letters, so I can only assume you haven’t? In which case, this is gonna be a shocker.

  I’m almost positive he’s trying to hook us up.

  He hasn’t outright said it, but he’s dropped enough hints that I can guess. Plus, the picture he sent me of you in a pretty little bikini, well, it gives a guy ideas. In his last couple letters, Tommy has hinted about me taking him fishing when my tour is over. We’ve talked a lot about his dad, and how he feels about the man.

  It’s not my business or my place, I just…fuck. I don’t know. I thought you should know, I guess.

  Yours, Gage

  “Oh!” Tears stream down my face as I read Gage’s letter. I know about him, of course. Tommy talks about him all the time. In fact, since he’s begun writing to the man, his attitude has changed so much.