The General's Desire: San Diego Social Scene Book 2

by Tess Summers

  “Breathe.” Cassie took a deep breath in, illustrating how to do it.

  “I can’t breathe! I have to catch a flight in five hours, and I have no idea what to pack!”

  “Let’s go upstairs and pick something out. Good news is I know you have to have something in that huge closet of yours, so we won’t need to go shopping.”

  They’d been rummaging through Brenna’s clothes for fifteen minutes. Cassie pulling dresses out, Brenna wrinkling her nose at each selection. Finally, Cassie pulled out a short-sleeved red dress that came just above Brenna’s knee. The bodice was fitted with a scoop neck, and the skirt flared with large box pleats and scalloped edges. Add strappy gold heels and gold jewelry, and it would be perfect. The Marine Corps colors.

  “Okay, on to the next part of your dilemma. No, I don’t think he will be offended that Dee couldn’t get time off work. He of all people should understand people having to work. As far as a gift…”

  Brenna interrupted. “I already know what I’m getting him.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes, I have a call I need to make and then I think I can finish packing.”

  Cassie asked, “How long are you staying? Do you need any more help?”

  “Can you come by and make sure Danielle isn’t overdoing it? Otherwise, I think I’m okay now. Thank you, you always manage to save the day.”

  “So, can I have that blue dress?”

  Brenna eyed her suspiciously. “Which blue dress?”

  “The sexy backless one. You’re going to be a general’s wife, not a ball player’s, there’s no way you’ll be wearing that out again.”

  The older Sullivan sister started laughing. “First of all, I’m not getting married again, and second of all…” Brenna sighed. “Okay, yeah, I probably won’t wear it out again. You can have it.”

  Cassie squealed and ran into the closet. She had a stack of dresses waiting when Brenna came back after making her phone call about Ron’s present.

  “You’re probably not going to wear any of these again either.”

  Brenna grinned and shook her head. “You can have them. But only if you promise to wear them.”

  “Cross my heart.”

  Then as if worried Brenna was going to change her mind, Cassie scooped up the dresses, kissed her sister on the cheek, and walked toward the door.

  “Have a great time! Take lots of pictures. Tell Ron ‘congratulations’ from me!”

  ****

  Brenna was worried she wasn’t going to sleep on the plane. Fortunately, she was flying first class, so that helped her get comfortable enough to get some shuteye on the overnight flight. Arriving at Reagan International in D.C. in the early morning hours, she was able to catch a few more hours of rest at her hotel before getting ready.

  She decided against texting or calling Ron; she wanted to surprise him. After checking her spam folder for his emails, she found several from him–and felt horrible that she hadn’t received them so she could reply. But it would make her showing up unannounced that much sweeter.

  Sliding the red dress over her new sexy bra and panties, Brenna checked how she looked in the mirror. Her lipstick was the perfect shade of red, and she loved the gold Jimmy Choos. Just a spritz of perfume and her jewelry on, then she was ready to go.

  After requesting a ride from Uber and transferring some cash, her ID, the invitation, her lipstick, and her phone into a gold clutch, she made her way down to the lobby to wait for the car to pick her up.

  Once in the back seat, she began to get nervous. Her palms were sweaty. She’d never been to the Pentagon before and had no idea what to expect. Unfortunately, her driver wanted to chat, and all she wanted to do was collect her thoughts.

  Would Ron be surprised?

  Would he be upset that she hadn’t responded to his emails?

  Would he like the way she looked?

  Would he take her back to the hotel and fuck her silly?

  Did he have parties that he needed to attend tonight? Would he want to bring her?

  Should she act like she’s his girlfriend or just a friend?

  Brenna wanted to imagine different scenarios of the way seeing Ron would go, but the man driving the car would not stop talking to her.

  Not.

  Stop.

  Talking.

  When they arrived at the Pentagon, Brenna thanked him and practically leapt out of the car without looking back. That is, until she arrived at the front entrance, and the officer requested her identification and invitation, which was still in her clutch in the Uber car.

  She pleaded with the man standing guard–she was on the list, Ron could vouch for her. He called the room where the ceremony was taking place and no one answered. He said if Ron came to the lobby and escorted her back, he would let her through.

  Great!

  Except.

  Her phone was in her clutch.

  No problem, the cute, helpful officer said he would call Ron for her.

  And she had no idea what Ron’s number was. Once a number was programmed into her phone, all she had to do was look for the person’s name; there was no sense in wasting valuable brain space memorizing people’s phone numbers.

  Brenna was doing her best not to cry and smear her makeup. She had to see Ron’s promotion ceremony. She had to!

  She gave her best, charming smile.

  She flirted.

  She even begged.

  While the man with the badge was sympathetic to her plight and felt bad for her, he wasn’t letting her through. As a consolation, he told her she could wait on the bench outside and hopefully see Ron when he came out.

  This wasn’t happening.

  Except it was.

  She’d come all this way, only to be stopped at the entrance of the Pentagon. So close, and yet…

  A tear escaped and ran down her cheek. The officer standing in her way of seeing Ron get promoted offered her a tissue and his heartfelt condolences.

  So that was it.

  Brenna turned, dejected, to make her way to the bench when she heard her name. Looking around, she didn’t see anyone she recognized.

  She heard it again, and finally saw Cooper Johnson, the Marine captain who had brought her the invitation, once again in his dress uniform.

  “Cooper! What are you doing here?”

  He grinned as he approached her. “Same thing you’re doing here. Watching my boss get promoted.”

  “Oh my God, can you please vouch for me? I left my identification in my Uber ride and they won’t let me in!”

  His boyish grin grew wicked. “It’s going to cost you.”

  With one eyebrow raised, Brenna told him, “Fine. I’ll give you Cassie’s number. But it will have to wait until I get my purse back from the Uber driver.”

  Cooper jerked his head toward the team of security officers manning the metal detectors in the lobby.

  “Did any of those guys even offer to contact Uber to see if they could get your driver back?”

  “No.” She hadn’t really thought of that.

  He shook his head, not really in disgust, more like annoyance, and started typing on his phone. Soon, he was speaking to someone, then covering the mouthpiece to ask her, “Where did you get picked up at?”

  She told him the name of her hotel, which he repeated into the receiver. He was nodding and talking to the person on the other line, then hung up with a smile.

  “Ten minutes.”

  “I’m sorry?” Brenna didn’t understand.

  “Your driver will be back here in ten minutes with your purse.”

  She was beaming when she hugged him. Yeah, he was definitely a solid Plan B for Cassie, should things with Luke not work out.

  “I’ll wait with you. This place is pretty big, and easy to get lost in if you don’t know where you’re going.”

  A very solid Plan B, indeed.

  Unfortunately, waiting for the driver to bring her purse back and the long line at security caused them to be late. Brenna
was grateful Cooper knew where he was going and was able to slip them in a side door to the auditorium quietly because the ceremony was already underway when they arrived.

  She and Cooper discreetly found seats in the back of a sea of officers in their fancy uniforms while Brenna stared in awe at her Marine sitting on the stage. He was so fucking handsome that he took her breath away.

  The four star general who was overseeing the swearing-in was announced and everyone stood at attention. There was a lot of pomp and circumstance, then the man in charge started talking about Ron’s many accomplishments. Many accomplishments.

  Brenna couldn’t be more proud of him.

  The general stopped, smiled, and started speaking directly to Ron’s family in the front row. He thanked them for their support and care of Ron, then turned to her Marine and asked him who should come up and pin his new rank emblem on his uniform.

  Brenna gasped when Ron looked directly at her and made a motion with his index finger that said, ‘Come here.’ She had no idea that he’d even seen her, and was definitely not expecting him to want her to put his pin on, although she was honored. He said something to the general, who nodded his head with a smile and announced her name in the microphone.

  Making her way down the aisle, she knew all eyes were on her and was, at that moment, grateful for her time in the spotlight, both on the red carpet and as Danny’s wife. Otherwise, her knees might have buckled when she reached the stairs.

  The look on Ron’s face let her know he approved of her attire, and that he was happy she was there. Brenna’s eyes were locked on his while she walked across the stage toward him, and she couldn’t help it, she cupped his face and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips once she reached his side.

  In her hair, he murmured, “You are breathtaking.”

  Brenna smiled, then whispered, “I’m so proud of you.”

  At least she thought it was a whisper, until everyone in the audience let out an “aww.”

  She quickly glanced up at Ron, who leaned in close to her ear and said, “Stage. Acoustics.”

  Damn. Oh well, it was true. She was proud of him, and she really didn’t care if everyone there knew.

  The general then turned to speak to Brenna directly. “It’s my privilege to meet the woman who won General Thompson’s heart. Not an easy task.” The audience let out a low laugh. “It’s plain to see the feeling is mutual. He told me personally how your love has carried him through some difficult times, and the entire Corps thanks you for supporting him.”

  Brenna glanced up to find Ron watching her with a smile. When she caught his eye, he winked and her stomach flipped.

  She was honored and a little surprised at the attention being placed on her. But mostly, she was proud. Proud to not only be standing next to this amazing man, but that the whole auditorium knew he loved her.

  He loved her.

  That thought would never get old, because damn, she loved him too.

  The rest of the ceremony went by in a blur. Brenna basked in her contentment next to the three-star general. Her three-star general, she’d pinned the insignia on him herself. Pictures were taken, introductions made. She’d finally met his parents and brother and was looking forward to brunch with just his family the day after tomorrow. There was still the formal dinner they were all to attend this evening.

  Ron excused them, citing they needed to return to the hotel “to rest and get ready for the evening’s events.”

  There were knowing looks exchanged between those currently in their company, but Brenna couldn’t care less. The idea of him naked and touching her trumped everything else.

  As they walked toward the door, he murmured in her ear, “We will be doing anything but resting, in case you were wondering.”

  Suppressing a grin, Brenna replied, “I’d be disappointed otherwise.”

  He chuckled as he placed his hand at the small of her back. “That’s my girl.”

  Just being near him made her want to snuggle and kiss him but she was cognizant of the public image he needed to maintain. Which was really too bad because she’d love to give him a blowjob while he was wearing that uniform.

  Because… damn. She’d never seen him in his dress blues before, and he was downright edible.

  Maintaining an appearance of decorum was somewhat difficult for her when he began whispering dirty things in her ear, all while he continued to look dignified; like he was talking to her about the weather instead of what he was going to do to her when he got her alone.

  “Darlin’, I am going to eat your pussy all night long–I’m starving for it,” he growled while they walked through the halls of the Pentagon.

  Nodding and smiling at people walking by, he continued, “I am going to lick that little clit, and then tongue fuck you until you come all over my face.”

  He’d grin every time he’d get her to gasp at the filthy things he was saying.

  Getting in the hired car offered her no reprieve, since he continue his naughty dialogue via text so the driver wouldn’t overhear.

  Ron: Mmm, is your pussy wet for me?

  Brenna: BEHAVE

  Ron: Not a chance.

  Ron: I can’t wait to see your lips wrapped around my cock.

  She crossed her legs, rubbing her wet thighs together, and he let out a soft laugh.

  “Everything okay, darlin’?

  She couldn’t help smiling at his cocky grin. He definitely deserved to be cocky, today of all days, and it just upped his sex appeal. There was no way he didn’t know how badly she wanted him. If he had any doubt, the look she gave him should have alleviated that.

  The sharp intake of his breath assured her the message was received loud and clear.

  Chapter Fifty

  Ron

  Oh, goddamn. That’s my future wife. And she is fucking HOT.

  That was the first thing Ron thought when he watched her walk into the auditorium with Coop. Followed by the realization that, technically, she wasn’t his future wife–yet. But he planned on rectifying that this weekend.

  He felt confident she’d show up after he had the invitation personally delivered, but when he still didn’t hear from her, and she wasn’t there when the ceremony started, he experienced a feeling of panic.

  When she came through the doors, he felt an immediate sense of relief and a little tingle between his legs when he got a better look of her in that red dress. Then she leaned forward to take her seat, he caught a glimpse of her cleavage and, well, things moved.

  Having her onstage with him made the day complete. The only thing that could make it perfect would be if they were alone and naked, which would be remedied soon.

  They were grinning at each other like teenagers on a first date the whole ride back to her hotel. Ron had suggested they go to her room, since he planned on ruining her hair and makeup, she’d need her toiletries. Besides, his room was for later tonight.

  The only way to describe their sexual encounter was fast and furious. There was no way he could go slowly, she’d been tempting him all afternoon. She looked and smelled amazing, and her little touches had been driving him wild. The minute her hotel room door closed, they were kissing like they were going to make up for lost time.

  He was careful of her dress since he didn’t know if she was planning on wearing it tonight. But when he got her out of it and she stood there in her red bra and panties, all he could mutter was, “Fuuuuuck,” before grabbing a handful of her hair and kissing her more.

  Pulling away, Brenna purred, “This isn’t really fair. You have far more clothes on than me.”

  One second later, Ron was kicking his shoes off and unbuttoning his jacket. She didn’t have to tell him twice.

  Once he was in only his boxers, she ran her hands over his chest and kissed his neck. If she kept that up, he wasn’t going to last long. When she pulled his boxers down and dropped to her knees, he realized there weren’t enough baseball stats in the world to help him.

  He felt her tongue on his
tip, circling and sucking, and he knew he shouldn’t look, but he couldn’t help it. The visual of her looking up at him, in that red bra with his cock between her red lips, made him even harder, if that were possible, and he let out a long moan.

  She smiled and slipped his shaft halfway in her mouth before slurping off, then going further before withdrawing. She did that repeatedly until she had engulfed his entire cock.

  Don’t look, fuck, don’t look.

  He looked.

  Red lipstick smeared, his cock all but disappeared in her throat, and her eyes locked with his.

  “Oh fuck, darlin’,” he moaned and closed his eyes, digging his fingers in her hair.

  She started bobbing her head up and down while stroking him from the base to her mouth. Fuck, her mouth felt like heaven.

  “Brenna. Oh goddamn, sugar.”

  He fisted her hair and tugged her gently off him.

  With a pout she asked, “Why did you do that?”

  Ron kissed her lips before responding against her mouth, “Because you’re going to make me come.”

  He felt her frown. “That’s a bad thing?”

  Chuckling as he caressed her face. “It is when I want to fuck you, darlin’.”

  The smile on her lips told him that she was okay with that.

  Although he loved her in that bra, it was quickly dispatched, and his hands came around to cup her breasts in his hands. Rolling the pebbled tips in his fingers, he leaned down to suck her right nipple.

  They were both breathing heavily, and Brenna was urgently clawing at his shoulders. He reached down to grab her just below her ass and lift. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck while he carried her to the bed. This was where they’d left off the last time they were together.

  Her panties soon went the way of her bra, and he enveloped her body with his.

  Grinding her hips against his while he devoured her tits, she begged, “Ron. Please.”

  He smirked when he looked up at her. “Please what, darling?”

  There was desperation in her voice when she gasped, “Please, fuck me.” Then as if for good measure, she added, “General.”