cock.
“Baby, oh fuck, that’s it. Good girl,” he whispered and
pushed her hair back to watch as she blew him.
It didn’t take him long before he came down her throat. Nor
did she have to ask him to return the favor. He stripped her naked and went
down on her right there in her living room.
They fell asleep in a tangle of limbs then woke hours later
and did it all over again. She’d never been so happy in her life. If things
went right, she knew they could make it to the altar before Mike had to ship
out again.
God, what had she done to deserve this? She didn’t know and
didn’t care. She just hugged her man tightly to her before they trudged to her
room to fall asleep. Together.
What did I do to
deserve this? Mike couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t control his hard-on, damn
the woman. And he couldn’t figure out how to extricate himself from the
situation he’d led himself into.
He’d been fine with all of it…right up until the part where
she’d said, “I love you.” It was the death knell on any new relationship, and
he now felt pressured to say it back. To feel it. Though he had a feeling he
already felt more for her than affection, the tension that hadn’t existed
between them now festered. They’d get married, have kids, she’d get tired of
him always being away. They’d fight, make up, divorce. He’d have to struggle
just to get visitation… The nightmares plaguing half his friends invaded until
he had a hard time doing anything but panicking.
He eased out from under her and saw her frown when she
reached for him in her sleep.
Fuck. He had to
figure a way out of this before she got hurt. Hell, before he got hurt. Dating was all well and good, but start throwing
around “I love you’s” and women got all marriage-minded. He’d been there, done
that a few years ago with a woman who’d supposedly wanted nothing more than
casual fun—at first. The subsequent breakup had been ugly.
How many times had his buddies warned him not to get serious
so fast? Marriage brought on kids. No more date nights. No more traveling
anywhere at the drop of a hat. No more hot sex.
He cringed just thinking about it. Hell. He was only
thirty-one. Far too young to even think about saying I Do . It wasn’t Maria.
Any woman at this stage of his life saying the L word would freak him out. But
if he told her that now, she’d be hurt. The last thing he wanted to do to her
was hurt her.
Especially since his own emotions for the woman confused the
fuck out of him. On the edge of all that anxiety about her confession of love
came a warmth, a joy so deep and pure he didn’t know what to do about it. She
loved him. God, was he even worthy of that? So selfish of him to be so damn
pleased, wanting to keep that love all to himself while wanting to run for the
hills at the same time.
Feeling like a heel and not sure what to do about it, he
recalled that he had a military exercise coming up that would provide him some
space if nothing else. A few days spent away from Maria, in the field, would
help. Now he just had to keep his distance while faking the good boyfriend bit
for a few more days.
He was gone before she woke the next morning, but he’d left
a note and made her coffee. He had to be at work early Monday morning. So a
valid excuse. With the field exercise nearing, staying late after work also
made sense.
Since his parents had returned, he’d moved in with Brad. Now
spending his nights at his brother’s, he didn’t feel comfortable having sex in
the next room. Same with Maria’s place. Their lack of intimacy would have given
him one more reasonable excuse for distance…if Olivia hadn’t been such an
understanding sister and moved in temporarily with Brad, giving Mike and Maria
alone time.
A stronger man would have kept his distance while he got his
emotions under control. But anytime he was around her, his dick led his brain.
Tonight, while he pounded inside her hot body, his heart
told him to have a
“Baby, oh fuck, that’s it. Good girl,” he whispered and
pushed her hair back to watch as she blew him.
It didn’t take him long before he came down her throat. Nor
did she have to ask him to return the favor. He stripped her naked and went
down on her right there in her living room.
They fell asleep in a tangle of limbs then woke hours later
and did it all over again. She’d never been so happy in her life. If things
went right, she knew they could make it to the altar before Mike had to ship
out again.
God, what had she done to deserve this? She didn’t know and
didn’t care. She just hugged her man tightly to her before they trudged to her
room to fall asleep. Together.
What did I do to
deserve this? Mike couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t control his hard-on, damn
the woman. And he couldn’t figure out how to extricate himself from the
situation he’d led himself into.
He’d been fine with all of it…right up until the part where
she’d said, “I love you.” It was the death knell on any new relationship, and
he now felt pressured to say it back. To feel it. Though he had a feeling he
already felt more for her than affection, the tension that hadn’t existed
between them now festered. They’d get married, have kids, she’d get tired of
him always being away. They’d fight, make up, divorce. He’d have to struggle
just to get visitation… The nightmares plaguing half his friends invaded until
he had a hard time doing anything but panicking.
He eased out from under her and saw her frown when she
reached for him in her sleep.
Fuck. He had to
figure a way out of this before she got hurt. Hell, before he got hurt. Dating was all well and good, but start throwing
around “I love you’s” and women got all marriage-minded. He’d been there, done
that a few years ago with a woman who’d supposedly wanted nothing more than
casual fun—at first. The subsequent breakup had been ugly.
How many times had his buddies warned him not to get serious
so fast? Marriage brought on kids. No more date nights. No more traveling
anywhere at the drop of a hat. No more hot sex.
He cringed just thinking about it. Hell. He was only
thirty-one. Far too young to even think about saying I Do . It wasn’t Maria.
Any woman at this stage of his life saying the L word would freak him out. But
if he told her that now, she’d be hurt. The last thing he wanted to do to her
was hurt her.
Especially since his own emotions for the woman confused the
fuck out of him. On the edge of all that anxiety about her confession of love
came a warmth, a joy so deep and pure he didn’t know what to do about it. She
loved him. God, was he even worthy of that? So selfish of him to be so damn
pleased, wanting to keep that love all to himself while wanting to run for the
hills at the same time.
Feeling like a heel and not sure what to do about it, he
recalled that he had a military exercise coming up that would provide him some
space if nothing else. A few days spent away from Maria, in the field, would
help. Now he just had to keep his distance while faking the good boyfriend bit
for a few more days.
He was gone before she woke the next morning, but he’d left
a note and made her coffee. He had to be at work early Monday morning. So a
valid excuse. With the field exercise nearing, staying late after work also
made sense.
Since his parents had returned, he’d moved in with Brad. Now
spending his nights at his brother’s, he didn’t feel comfortable having sex in
the next room. Same with Maria’s place. Their lack of intimacy would have given
him one more reasonable excuse for distance…if Olivia hadn’t been such an
understanding sister and moved in temporarily with Brad, giving Mike and Maria
alone time.
A stronger man would have kept his distance while he got his
emotions under control. But anytime he was around her, his dick led his brain.
Tonight, while he pounded inside her hot body, his heart
told him to have a
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