by Bella Juarez
The two women that were with Sandy came and put their arms protectively around Sandy.
“You tell Maggie she had her shot at Reese and she’s the one that messed it up. I was there, I saw what happened, and I know the truth, so she’s only bullshitting herself. No one else but herself. You can also tell her that Reese and I will get married. And, I will give him what she never would and the only thing he ever wanted from her, a family. You tell her I said to back the hell off, because she’s messing with what belongs to me now. And if she doesn’t stop this shit her scrawny ass will be mine.”
Victoria turned back to the mirror and applied her lipstick.
“Now get back to your gang leader with my message,” Victoria said with her back turned to Sandy.
Sandy stood in mute humiliation, staring at Victoria. Eliza and the other women looking on were stunned.
“You can’t talk to Sandy like that, you’re nothing but domes—” one of the other women started.
Victoria turned and glared. The woman fell silent. Victoria walked to the group huddled together. The women shrank back.
“Don’t fuck with me, girls,” Victoria said in a deadly tone that stopped the women cold. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”
Eliza walked to Victoria and led her away. When they were outside the ladies’ room, Eliza turned to Victoria.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Eliza said.
“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Victoria snapped.
“They can be vicious,” Eliza warned.
Victoria stopped and turned Eliza to face her. “Those bitches don’t have a clue who we are and what we’re made of. Remember who you are and where you come from, Eliza. Never forget that!” Victoria said.
Eliza stood a little straighter as understanding passed between the two women. They returned to the table and Reese was engaged in conversation with one of the men from the unit. Victoria saw that Frank Stanfield was looking around and scanning the back of the room that led to the restrooms. After a while Sandy returned and sat down and kept her gaze focused on the table. Sandy finally looked at her. Their eyes locked for a moment and Sandy quickly turned away. She took Reese’s arm in hers and leaned into him. He turned to her and smiled.
“I want to go back to the hotel and fuck your brains out,” Victoria whispered into Reese’s ear. He cleared his throat and looked at her. “I’m getting so wet just thinking about sucking and riding that cock of yours that it’s making me squirm!” she whispered in his ear. He was expressionless as Victoria continued, but she could see a smile playing with the corners of his mouth. “That cock belongs to me and I’m abusing it tonight!” she whispered.
“Guys, I’ll see you tomorrow. Jim, we’ll get back all right,” Reese said as he stood. “Victoria…” he said, holding out his hand.
“Goodnight, everyone, and it was so nice to meet some of you. Eliza, Jim, Sandy, Frank, good night,” Victoria said sweetly as she took Reese’s hand and stood.
* * * *
Reese’s cock was screaming to be released and the monster inside just about had him totally engulfed. It was taking all his self-control not to fuck Victoria senseless in the back of the cab they were taking back to the hotel. She was watching the cab driver carefully as she shifted in her seat and lifted her dress slightly. He watched as she squirmed a little and his eyes widened as she pulled off the lacy white thong that she was wearing. She took his hand and put that small piece of material in the middle. He closed his fingers around it and could feel it was wet. He could also feel his heart start to beat faster. Hours seemed to pass as they drove to the hotel. His dick was doing some serious protesting at being restrained in his pants. That stupid fucker wanted to be abused.
They finally reached the hotel and Reese watched as Victoria allowed the doorman to take her hand and help her from the cab. He threw the driver some money and followed that succulent plaything to the elevators. He could smell her wetness all the way up to the room. As soon as she opened the door to the room, he had her up against the wall with her legs around his waist.
“Abuse me, baby!” Reese demanded.
“I plan on it!” Victoria countered as she kissed Reese roughly.
Reese turned and took two long strides with Victoria still wrapped around him and dumped her on the bed. He sank down on his knees and shoved open her legs. The dress she was wearing was tight and hampering his progress.
“Get this fucking dress off before I rip it off!” Reese commanded. Victoria shimmied the dress above her hips as he dove down into her smooth, wet pussy. He started eating it like he was a dying man and she had been his last wish.
“Eat my pussy!” Victoria moaned.
Reese opened his eyes and saw Victoria playing with herself through her dress. He stood and stripped from the waist down. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him again. He slammed her up against the wall as he took his cock and guided it inside her drenched pussy. He grabbed her ass as she supported herself on the wall and gripped his shoulders. He started fucking her as hard and as fast as he could. As hot as she had made him, he couldn’t wait. He came within a few plunges. She grabbed his face and redirected him to look at her.
“My turn! I have a mission for you…Marine…” Victoria commanded.
* * * *
“You fucking did what!” Frank yelled at his wife.
“She’s a lying bitch!” Sandy exclaimed, wiping the tears away. “I can’t believe she did that to me! It was embarrassing!” Sandy said.
“You deserved it!” Frank countered loudly. “How many times do I have to tell you to leave her the fuck alone!? No wonder they left early! Sandy, I don’t need Reese Thompson breathing down my neck and pissed off at me because you’re fucking with his fiancée! Stop it for Christ’s sake!” he yelled.
Sandy barely made it through the rest of the evening. She felt nauseated and sick after Victoria had attacked her in the ladies’ room. Frank screaming at her was not helping her downward-spiraling disposition. He was pacing the room in angry agitation.
“Sandy, this has to end. You’re obsessed with that woman and Maggie’s the one that has you that way. I’m telling you right now, I better never find out that you have any more contact with Maggie Thompson. She’s gone and Reese is moving on with another woman,” Frank said.
“You can’t keep me from talking to my friends! Who do you think you are?” Sandy tearfully countered.
“You’re fucking with my career and I’m the one paying the fucking bills. If I find out you have contact, I will divorce you,” Frank said flatly.
Sandy started wailing. Frank turned and walked out the door.
* * * *
Victoria and Reese walked along the beach hand in hand. They had changed into beach attire. As they walked, he was trying to figure out just how in the hell he would accomplish what she had asked of him. He was pretty good at finding lurkers and spotting people in the dark. And boy is it dark! There wasn’t a soul out on the beach. He stopped at a spot where the beach was littered with small beach shelters. He led her into one of the shelters and sat down. She remained standing. She was wearing her bikini and a long sarong tied around her waist.
It occurred to Reese how to make Victoria’s wish become a reality. He led her to one of the shelters and spread the beach towel out as he got on his knees. He looked up at her and held out his hand. When she was close, he ran his hands up her legs and kissed next to her sexy belly ring. He marveled at how titillated he was at her little “wish.” Her fantasy had him hard as a rock again. He slid her bikini bottoms down her legs and kissed her smooth pussy. They both groaned as he used his hand to pet her pussy.
“I love everything about you, sweetness,” Reese said.
“Oh? Like what?’ Victoria sensually asked.
“I love this smooth pussy.” Reese stroked her dewy clit. “I love how you grind yourself against my hand when you want me to touch your clit. I love the sexy sounds you make when I finally
stroke that little nub or kiss your nipples. Come closer, baby.” He kissed the top of her pussy again.
Reese managed to get Victoria to spread her feet on either side of his knees as he started licking and kissing her belly and her hips. She squatted over him and pulled out his cock.
“I thought I would need to do a little more work,” Victoria said as she stroked his cock.
“That’s what you do to me, sweetness. From the first day I met you,” Reese said as he leaned forward to kiss her.
“What else do you love?” Victoria asked.
“I love what you’re about to do to me.”
Reese leaned back on his hands and Victoria sat fully on top of him. He shook as he felt himself slide inside her pussy. He felt her hands grip his arms as she started riding him. Her slick pussy was sliding up and down his cock as he leaned back. He could feel her wetness drip down him. He knew his woman. She was so wet and excited, when she finally came she would damn near squeeze his cock right off his body. He wanted to touch her but knew he would lose his balance if he moved his hands. He gave in to her control as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back as she fucked him.
Reese felt Victoria start a more urgent rhythm up and down him and knew she was close. Reese heard a carnal moan escape her as she started to come. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt her cunt grip him, coaxing him to follow her into carnal bliss. She rode him harder and faster as she shoved herself down into him, grinding into him as she climaxed. The spasms inside her cunt were tight and inviting. She slowed and stopped. He could feel the twitching inside her continue as she reached around his neck and pulled him close.
“I love you, so much,” Victoria whispered as she kissed Reese.
Reese gripped Victoria and pushed her back on the towel and started moving in and out of her body. He could feel her dig her nails into his back as he pushed harder and faster. He felt the familiar spasm in his back as he shoved deep inside her and found his own release.
“I love you, too,” Reese said as he pulled Victoria close.
Chapter Eleven
“Well, how was your first day?” Reese asked.
“It was good.” Victoria sat down with Reese for dinner. “I have a project and it’s at Quantico,” she said with a smile.
“Really? Can you talk about it?” Reese asked.
“It’s an environmental study on one of the old buildings that’s due to be renovated. I start working on it tomorrow when I pick up the plans at the base engineering office,” Victoria said.
They had returned from Hawaii and returned to their routine. Victoria had started her job and they were a week away from Christmas. They had decided to tell their respective families about their engagement. Reese’s mom would be coming to Virginia for Christmas and they would fly out to Houston over a long weekend in January. He was a little nervous about his mom coming. Lucia had been a little pissed when he told her they were living together. His mom was still a little old fashioned that way. He was relieved that his mom was reserving judgment on Victoria, at least until after they had met face-to-face.
“You know Mom’s coming on Saturday and will be here until Wednesday,” Reese reminded Victoria.
“Yes, I know. Reese, I’m really nervous about meeting your mom,” Victoria said.
“She’s okay, sweetness. But I’ll warn you, she’s a lot like you, pretty straightforward.”
“At least I’ll know where I stand.”
* * * *
Victoria looked out the window of Reese’s study. She had been printing out the report that needed to be turned in to her boss on Monday. She saw his truck pull into the driveway and watched as the passenger’s side door opened. Her jaw slightly dropped. That can’t be Reese’s mother! She watched the woman step out of the car and walk up the path to the house.
It was apparent where Reese got his smoking-hot looks. The woman was absolutely stunning. She could have been Sophia Loren’s twin sister! She was tall and had that womanly shape that men killed for. Her reddish-brown hair was long and curly just like the actress’s. This day had come way too soon for Victoria’s comfort level. It wasn’t just her looks that intimidated Victoria, it was the way she walked and carried herself, purposeful and commanding. People stepped aside for this woman.
Victoria watched as they entered the house. She set the report down and gathered herself as she heard Reese call for her. She was starting to rethink this whole “meet the parents” thing.
“Victoria!” Reese called as he walked up the steps.
Victoria turned and looked at Reese when he walked into the study. He frowned slightly.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I don’t know about this, Reese,” Victoria said sickly.
“She’s really nice. Come on, you’ll have to meet her some time.” Reese took Victoria’s hand. He kissed her and smiled. “Come on. It’ll be okay. Mom’s going to love you.”
Victoria shook her head. Reese was always so optimistic. His mom was very intimidating. It wasn’t so much her looks as it was the power she had over him. Even though he had told Victoria that his mother never liked Maggie, she had never interfered in his marriage. She surmised this time would be different. Mrs. Lucia Thompson looked like she held no hesitation in interfering in anything, if it kept her son from getting hurt again. She reluctantly followed him downstairs. She took a deep breath as she walked into the living room.
“Mom!” Reese called.
“Lo sono in cucina, bambino!” Lucia called.
Victoria turned and looked at Reese. It sounded like Spanish, but it wasn’t. He smiled and took her hand.
“She’s from Naples,” Reese said, leading Victoria to the kitchen.
“Reese! You’ve got no good pasta here! No wonder you look like you’re sick,” Lucia lamented in a thick Italian accent.
“Mamma, this is Victoria,” Reese said.
Lucia turned and appraised Victoria with deliberation. She felt like shrinking under the scrutiny, but her stubborn pride made her return the woman’s evaluation without blinking.
“Victoria?” Lucia asked.
“Mrs. Thompson,” Victoria said, extending her hand.
Lucia walked to Victoria and stood for a moment before taking her hand. The two women were locked in a short battle of wills. Lucia smiled, and looking away, she turned to Reese.
“I like her better than the last one. Can you cook, Victoria?” Lucia asked, releasing Victoria’s hand.
“Mom!” Reese cried.
“What? Come, I’ll show you how to make pasta for my bambino. Reese, put up my things,” Lucia said, turning.
Victoria followed Lucia into the kitchen. He turned and went the opposite way. When they entered the kitchen Lucia went to the pantry and took out the flour. She walked to the table.
“I need olive oil, Victoria,” Lucia said.
Victoria walked to the cabinet and took out the olive oil and placed it on the counter next to the flour bin. Lucia took a couple of handfuls of flour and mixed a little oil and water in the center.
“Come on, you need to learn. Start mixing it with your fingers…” Lucia said gently.
Victoria started mixing the wet, sticky mixture with her fingers as Lucia directed her movements and the way the dough needed to be turned and mixed.
“What does your mamma and pappa thinking about Reese?” Lucia asked.
“I don’t have a mom. She died when I was ten. My dad wants to meet him. He wanted to fly out here and met Reese when I told him we were getting married,” Victoria said as she kneaded the dough.
“Why didn’t he? This needs more water,” Lucia said as she added a spoonful of water to the dry dough.
“I told him we would go to Texas. I want Reese to meet my whole family,” Victoria said.
“He’s a good boy,” Lucia said with a smile.
“He’s wonderful and I’m very proud of him,” Victoria said, working the dough into a ball.
Working relaxed Victoria som
ewhat. I took her mind off Lucia’s scrutiny. She worked the dough and knew instantly what her previous mistake was when she had attempted to make pasta in the past. Lucia seemed to read her mind.
“You make pasta like you’ve done it before,” Lucia commented.
“I’ve tried, but I could never get it to work right.”
“How many brothers and sisters do you have, Victoria?” Lucia asked.
“I have three brothers.”
“In Houston?”
“Actually, my family lives right outside of Houston. My dad is a cattle rancher,”
“A cowboy?” Lucia asked.
“Yes, my Dad and my brothers.” Victoria smiled.
Lucia and Victoria worked the pasta in silence for a short time as she demonstrated how to roll the dough out and cut the pasta noodles. They started on a pasta sauce. Lucia complimented Victoria several times on her knowledge of the kitchen. After a short time they were chatting about Reese’s childhood in Philadelphia.
There were lots of things Reese had already told her about growing up in Philadelphia. What he hadn’t told Victoria was how his father had been murdered during a robbery one night at their restaurant while he was stationed in California. He also never told her what a bitch Maggie was because she had made him go to the funeral alone.
“It was nice that the police department was so good to me after that,” Lucia said.
“It’s a good thing he was a retired cop,” Victoria said.
“You’re not afraid of work, Victoria. I like that,” Lucia said. Victoria smiled as she stirred some spices into the sauce. “Does your pappa know you and Reese are living together?” Lucia asked.
Victoria stopped and looked at Lucia. She said nothing as she stared at Reese’s mother. She had never told her father that they were living together because he would have been really pissed off. Reese wouldn’t have stood a chance in hell with her family after that announcement. Victoria’s dad and grandparents wouldn’t have been forgiving with her or Reese.
