by Kara Liane
I could only imagine how sore I would be the next morning; hell, I was still sore from the night before. But it was worth everything. Opening myself up to him, in more ways than one, was worth it all. The feral, brutal, savage beast he had become inflamed my passion in a way that words could not convey. I knew my pussy had to be glistening with evidence of my impending orgasm. I was so close. On the edge. The myriad of emotions I was feeling had me in their clutches. I needed a release so badly.
He reached his hand down and rubbed at my clit in rhythmic, skilled circles. In an instant, I was cliterally a rub away from going off. The final confirmation came in the form of words, though. I didn’t think we’d be communicating verbally at that steamy moment, but leave it to Brent to surprise me.
“I love you,” he rasped out.
That did it. My brain short-circuited, and the most intense blast of radiating energy flashed over me. It was a quick and epic explosion. Next thing I knew, his cum was also spilling forth in hot, creamy spurts all over my stomach. It was a violent release that rivaled all others. I knew he was marking me with his cum—it was the sexiest thing to witness.
We would definitely need a shower, but I didn’t care about being sticky in the moment because it meant we had fucked each other’s brains out. We collapsed on each other as he slumped back in the chair. I didn’t want to move for anything. I needed recovery time. My eyes drifted closed, and sleep came for me.
Eventually, we showered and had a late-night snack. We were also both more than ready for bed. I climbed in to the heavenliness of my mattress with just cotton panties on and face-planted on my pillow. Brent slid in on what had already become “his” side of the bed. Wow, we both actually have our own sides of the bed. I turned my head so my face was exposed, and he likewise laid down on his side so he could face me.
The light was out, but my vision had adjusted enough that I could see him. I recognized that what I was about to tell him was completely out of character for me. As I kept telling myself, he was changing me. Well, no, change wasn’t the right word. He was helping me grow. Change implied I was no longer myself. I was still myself with him; I was just a better version of myself. I bit my lower lip before speaking, nervous as hell.
“I want you to move in with me. If it’s too soon, I get it. But you need a place anyway. What better way to see if this will actually work than to jump right into shark-infested waters? I know it will be an adjustment for both of us, but I’m willing to try. Err, I don’t know how Maverick will do with Pussy, but we can see how that goes too,” I stammered.
He lifted his hand and tucked a wayward curl behind my ear. Then he traced the outline of my face and smiled at me. He had the most beautiful smile and I once again marveled at the straightest, whitest teeth on a man. He really was so handsome, it hurt to look at him sometimes. His heart, though, was what got me. The fact that he could open his life to someone like me made me believe there must be a guardian angel out there somewhere, watching over me. I didn’t even believe in that shit—I blamed Caylan for making me such a sap. I was becoming a marshmallow inside. Jesus!
“I know you wouldn’t have brought it up if you weren’t sure. So I won’t insult you by questioning it. I’d love to live with you. I’ll admit this is a little farther away from the base than I’d prefer to drive, but I’ll make it work. If this does go my way, we’ll eventually find somewhere else to live. That’s a promise you can take to the bank, Ev,” he stated.
With the living-arrangements discussion out of the way, we fell asleep wrapped around each other in a sinful spooning position. He felt so good and strong. I snuggled down right into his body like I belonged, and, well, maybe I did. That night I dreamed of a happily ever after with my airman. I didn’t think anything could dispel the high my heart was on.
Brenneth
On Sunday, Ev and I lounged around. She did a little work while I prepped to go to the base the next day. It was lazy and relaxing, just perfect.
Monday morning, I left Everly with fresh coffee, a kiss, and a pat on Pussy’s head. I walked out of our apartment. It was ours now, which I couldn’t believe. It floored me that Ev had suggested living together. I jumped at the chance, without hesitation.
I was heading into work to in-process back into my squadron. I also needed to remember to give my supervisors my new address. Then my plan was to pick up Maverick from my parents later in the afternoon, so we could see how it went with cat and dog. Ev had told me she was going into the office, and I couldn’t help but feel uneasy that she’d see that dickhead Stuart. I wanted to kick his ass. But I knew I needed to remain calm and not lose my head over anything, or I’d end up doing something stupid that I’d regret.
I was busy all day, running around on the base and getting paperwork signed, going to the clinic, and going to briefings. By the end of the day, I was more than ready to get back to Ev. My resentment toward Stuart waned slightly as the day went on. I texted her off and on throughout the day, sending messages of a flirty and sexy nature. I would have loved to get some nudes from her, but it was for the best she didn’t send me anything like that—I would have gone AWOL instantly.
By the time I got to my parents’ place, it was around six o’clock. It was nice to see them again, of course. Maverick had apparently behaved himself—I didn’t expect anything less since he’s a great dog.
I stayed for a few minutes to chat with Mom and Dad before I rushed off. They didn’t raise me to be rude. Plus, I genuinely missed them. Years apart never lessened the bond we had. Not just because they’re my parents, but also because they’re just great people in general. My heart ached for Everly, though, because we came from different worlds. I was just so lucky and grateful that Ev really took to my parents, and they had really seemed to take to her too.
Mom spoke first when we sat down on the couch. She patted my hand and said, “I really adore Everly. It is so nice to see you genuinely happy.”
“Thanks, Mom. It’s more than just affection and happiness, though. I love her,” I stated while looking directly at both of my parents.
My dad nodded his head, and my mom beamed. They seemed to have already known and accepted this conclusion. Thank God for their unwavering support for everything I do.
“Oh sweetie, we knew that already. Don’t you think everyone could see it at the party? I think you’re a good fit. Not that you need my input, but you know I always have a sixth sense about these things. She’s a good one; I just know it,” Mom remarked with the deepest sincerity.
It wasn’t that I felt I needed my parents’ permission or approval, but it was still great to hear. My dad was a man of few words, but the fact that he smiled along with my mom meant I had their blessing.
My mom suddenly clapped her hands together, as if an idea had just occurred to her.
“I’m just so happy for you. You have no idea how much it warms my heart to see both my children happy and in love. I never thought Caylan would find someone before you, given how young she is, but I never gave up hope that one day you’d fall for someone too,” Mom said, swiping at a silvery tear.
I was choked up and overcome by emotion because of my mom’s reaction. It once again made me realize how sad it was that Ev had no one to turn to for parental advice or love and unconditional support. I could be that person for her, though. I rubbed my hands down the thighs of my uniform pants, removing excess sweat. I knew my parents were also probably over the fucking moon about the fact that I had found someone who would accept all my damage and baggage. Ev was truly a gift.
“Well, I know Everly really likes you guys, and she’s becoming great friends with Caylan. Although if Ev’s apartment turns into a pink palace, then I’m out.” I chuckled along with my parents at that thought. Then I continued, “I never thought Caylan would find someone so soon either, but she did. I’m grateful to Alexi. But I promise you guys I never would have let anything happen to Caylan. I would have provided for her. I never told you this, but I’ve saved up money ove
r the years from all my deployments and combat pay. I had every intention of putting a down payment on a house for you guys. But damn Alexi beat me to it.”
“First, don’t cuss, mister. Second, although you are the kindest, sweetest son a mother could ask for, we never would have let you do it. The money you’ve earned is for you and you alone. What you’ve gone through during your career means you deserve every good thing in this world. Brent, maybe we don’t tell you enough. Just know how proud we are of you, and how much we love you and adore you. You really are a hero, son.” Mom sniffled at the end and pulled a hankie from her pocket to dry her eyes.
Damn, I’m one lucky son of a bitch to have them.
“Thanks, guys. You know it’s hard for me to hear. You know I don’t look at myself like that. I’m just another dude going to work, doing his job every day. But I appreciate you always being in my corner. You know I love you. I don’t want to share Ev’s secrets, but believe me when I say it means more to me than anything that you’re embracing her. She had a rough childhood, to say the least. She doesn’t have any family . . . Well, anyway, I better get going. Thanks for watching Maverick.” I stood as I said the last part.
My parents hugged me and said their goodbyes. I loaded up Maverick in my truck and away we went. As we were driving home to Ev, I thought about my savings. I could get a place for us. I didn’t dare spring that on her yet, even though I’d hinted to her last night we’d eventually be moving. I was also crossing my fingers hoping Maverick and Pussy would get along; that feline was such a damn asshole at times, I suspected she wouldn’t welcome him with open paws. I knew I should feel special that she had at least taken to me so quickly.
We arrived home and . . . things went swimmingly with the dog and cat! Ev and I looked at each other in bewilderment, thinking it was actually kind of an eerie scene. Maybe we should have been worried we were in some alternate universe. Ev and I eventually ate dinner, and I was just so happy to be near her. I told her about my day, and she told me about hers. It was crazy how domestic we both became—practically overnight, no less.
She said Steve was loving her new columns regarding the things women only say to their girlfriends. Not that I know what I am talking about, but it did sound funny and fresh for a newspaper piece. I hoped she’d be successful. She said Stuart had walked around all day with an air of superiority. Even though the announcement about his promotion wouldn’t be made public for at least a few weeks, apparently he was already scoping out his new office and dictating changes. Ev made it clear he was already settling into the role the little prick felt he was entitled to. I couldn’t help but hate him even more. I decided, though, that as long as he kept Everly on staff, and as long as he didn’t make a move on my woman, we could maybe get along just fine. Maybe.
Chapter 23: The News Never Sleeps
Everly
October 17, 2017
It had been over four weeks since Brent moved in. Believe it or not, things were going well. He went back to work after spending two weeks on R & R, and then had another two weeks of leave. I could only afford to spend a day with him here and there, but any time was better than none. He moved a few things into our place, but most of his stuff stayed in storage. He kept insisting he didn’t mind keeping things at his storage unit, so I didn’t argue.
Pussy and Maverick were still getting along great, but I was beginning to realize it was quite crowded in our tiny apartment. I didn’t know when Brent would broach the subject again about moving. I was thinking I’d have to be brave and mention it, but I hated that I really couldn’t contribute anything financial to the relationship. I’d probably get my security deposit back on the apartment, but otherwise, I’d be a moocher if we wanted to have a bigger place. I didn’t like the feeling of depending on someone else.
We had never really talked finances, so I continued to pay all the bills. Brent offered, but I wouldn’t hear of it. Having him there really didn’t tack on too many extra expenses; utilities were included anyway. I just hoped my landlord didn’t find out about my “guest” who was having an extended visit, because then Brent would need to be added to the lease. Frankly, if we were going to eventually get out of there, then I didn’t want to sign on for longer terms with a lease renewal. Brent always bought groceries, though, so I appreciated that. He spoiled me when we went out on dates, which again wasn’t necessary, but I let him win some too. I was hoping there’d be a promotion in my future, but with things so up in the air now at my office, I didn’t know when that goal might be realized—if ever.
Brent and I had settled into a comfortable routine. We really were a great fit, and he had become one of my best friends. Correction, he actually was my best friend. It didn’t even seem like it had only been four weeks since we officially became a couple. I felt like I’d known him a lifetime. We liked to watch movies together, go bowling at the base, snuggle and talk, take Maverick out for walks and to the dog park on base, hang out with his family . . . the list goes on.
We had just gotten together with the whole gang of friends and family at one of the group’s favorite restaurants, for example, called Thai-Phoon, and the place didn’t disappoint.
The past weekend, we celebrated Alexi and Caylan’s one-year wedding anniversary; their actual anniversary was on the twenty-second, but that would be a private celebration for them. It was great to see everyone and catch up. I really liked everyone I met. Those in attendance included Gil, Anthony and his fiancée Shanna, Caleb, Liz and her kids, Alexi’s parents, Brent’s cousin Meg, and of course Fred and Milly.
But back to Brent and me. The steamy nights together certainly helped to solidify our relationship. Of course, I got my period in there at one point, but I was very accommodating to his needs in the oral sense. We could certainly burn up the sheets with our lovemaking. Each day he’d tell me he loved me, and each day I’d ditto that. I felt like neither one of us could imagine our lives without the other. I’ll be honest in saying it wasn’t as scary as it was in the beginning—shocker, I know!
The day before, the official announcement was made in the office that Stuart had been named CEO. Thankfully, he didn’t can me or Steve, but a few of my coworkers got the boot as part of their “reorganizing” and “retooling” vision for the publication. Their severance packages were confidential, so I have no idea how anyone made out. If my pink slip was coming too, I just hoped it would be decent enough. I’ll admit, though, that I wasn’t too sad to see some of the guys in the office go. They had always viewed me as inferior—when we all damn well knew I could write circles around them.
Stuart assured everyone who remained that he wouldn’t interfere in the day-to-day operations. He promised to still let Steve run things as he saw fit, but I didn’t know yet if I could believe that. My new . . . err . . . boss spent the entire day with an interior designer talking about a complete remodel to Steve’s old office. Steve grumbled a little, but ended up taking a smaller one—it’s not like he had a choice in the matter anyway. I was just happy Stuart had something to focus on besides me and further ideas of cleaning house. He stopped texting too, and that was probably wise on his end. At least for the moment things were calm and smooth. I prayed it stayed that way because for once, dare I say it, I was really happy.
Ten days later, I was sitting at my kitchen table typing away, when in walked Brent. He greeted the cat and dog first, then made his way over to me, dropping a kiss on the crown of my head. He headed to our bedroom to take off his uniform. Most times, I’d ambush him and make him keep it on—that uniform did something to me—but I wasn’t really in the mood.
I was trying to come up with my next column idea, and it was driving me crazy. Unfortunately for anyone around me, when I can’t write I get frustrated easily . . . look out! I know I’m impossible to deal with. So sue me. My coworkers know to leave me alone when I’m writing at work. They call it my “creative genius,” and they understand you need to work through shit in your mind to get to the good stuff buried in t
he middle, under all the crap.
I had my fingers poised on the keys and was deep in thought when Brent asked me something. My head snapped up. I was very perturbed that he had disturbed me. He did get that work was important to me, but I don’t know if he really got it. Writing is either flowing through the blood in your veins, or it isn’t. You can’t pick and choose whether you’re a writer or not. It picks you. And when it does, you are bound to spend most of your time penning something—whether you like it or not.
I said rather too sharply, “What did you say?”
He tried not to let his annoyance with my attitude show through, but I could see it there, just under the surface. He didn’t deserve my harshness, but I couldn’t help it. I know that’s no excuse, but when I get in the zone, God help anyone near me.
“I simply asked how your day was, but I can see this isn’t a good time to talk,” he stated as he walked off.
I closed my mouth and clenched my jaw at his retreating form, showing my obvious disinterest in talking—even if only to myself. I also did that whole head-move thing that is the universal sign for “oh no you didn’t.” I stalked after him, leaving my precious laptop sitting on the kitchen table. I didn’t have much on the screen, but I at least had enough to really start formulating a column. I could get back to it as soon as I argued it out with my man.
I followed him down to our bedroom. There he was in the corner, on my chair, leaning forward with his arms rested on his thighs and his hands clasped together. I guess he knew what was coming next. I decided I would not be distracted by the fact he was in that chair.
“You have my undivided attention now. Well, here I am, sweetheart,” I tried to impersonate Jack Nicholson’s famous line at the end and failed miserably, I might add. It was good enough—and effective. Although truthfully I felt more like it was a “heeeere’s Johnny” delivery instead of an As Good as It Gets reference.
