pulled back and rested his forehead against mine.
“Is this how you kiss all your women?” I whispered.
How stupid could I be?
Noah’s face soured but he recovered quickly and pecked my lips before answering.
“Never. You’ll see, sugar.”
His words exhilarate me and light my soul on fire.
He pulled away but kept hold to one of my hands, leading me to the bathroom.
“Do what you have to do, I’ll pack for you and we’ll head over to my place. Maybe we’ll stop in and have lunch with ma. Sound good?”
I just nodded, nibbling my bottom lip.
“Good.” He kissed me again, lightly pulling my lip out of my teeth with his own then smacked my rear. “Get movin’, sugar.”
I’d never showered so fast in my life. Though the prospect of going to Noah’s house and staying there, with him, had me debating on using the shower head in ways I’d only read about.
* * *
Packing and rolling out under the threat of unknowns wasn’t something new to me. As I threw clothes into a suitcase and duffle bag, I realized this was the first time I’d ever felt bad that I was possibly ruining designer clothes of the woman I was madly in…something with.
In the military, we are accustomed to a much faster paced way of living; faster paced way of everything honestly. If this was love, I would accept that. Military knew how anything and fucking everything could change in the blink of an eye. Not just one of my buddies met their wives and were married within one to five months; all of them were still going strong, some with little ones running around raising hell. I never said I didn’t want love, I just figured the whole white picket fence, love, two point five kids and all that wasn’t in my stars. If it was, I’d wait another fifty years if I had to. If it was with Jamie, I was grabbing on to her and holding tight with everything I had. Fuck it, I’ve got Jamie now and I’m not letting go. Screw fate and destiny if this wasn’t what was planned for me. Jamie is mine.
Whenever she’s ready, all she has to do is say “go”. I’ve pulled the trigger for her before and I’d do it again, no matter what context it was in.
I’m only afraid that she’s pure sugar that’ll melt in my hand if I hold her too tight.
My head is so fucked, Freud would blow a gasket.
I smell her before I hear her moving towards me. I’ve got her all packed up and am just waiting on Luke to get here with my truck.
We’ve all got a truck in the garage. What’re you gonna do – we’re all country boys.
When I hear him honk the horn, I hightail it downstairs before I do something Jamie regrets.
She’s got to be absolutely, one hundred and twenty percent sure before I touch her the way I want to. The way I crave to.
Hell, I may just break her.
Or she’ll break me.
After a nice dinner with ma and Luke, we get Jamie set up at the house. I don’t quite have any other spare rooms set up yet so she’s camping out in my bedroom. It’s exactly where I plan on keeping her, but I’ve got the honest excuse that no other bedrooms are prepared for guests right now, so I’m using it.
Because that doesn’t have ‘HORRIBLE IDEA’ written all over it in permanent marker then surrounded by giant blinking arrows and runway lights.
What can I say, I’m an original fucking Einstein.
Jamie takes in my room, surveying it from top to bottom and inventorying every piece. It’s done up in tan, reds and dark blue. My furniture is all dark and my bed an oversized King four poster. Around the four poster lays a thick canopy tied to each post; where my headboard should be high, there’s instead a long sheet of layered fabric with strings of lights giving a soft glow. Beside the bed, she coos at my little buddies before asking if she can draw a bath.
Like I needed that image filling my mind on top of all the others. At this rate, my dick is going to be so hard it just snaps off.
“Make yourself at home. Honestly.” I say
“Is this how you kiss all your women?” I whispered.
How stupid could I be?
Noah’s face soured but he recovered quickly and pecked my lips before answering.
“Never. You’ll see, sugar.”
His words exhilarate me and light my soul on fire.
He pulled away but kept hold to one of my hands, leading me to the bathroom.
“Do what you have to do, I’ll pack for you and we’ll head over to my place. Maybe we’ll stop in and have lunch with ma. Sound good?”
I just nodded, nibbling my bottom lip.
“Good.” He kissed me again, lightly pulling my lip out of my teeth with his own then smacked my rear. “Get movin’, sugar.”
I’d never showered so fast in my life. Though the prospect of going to Noah’s house and staying there, with him, had me debating on using the shower head in ways I’d only read about.
* * *
Packing and rolling out under the threat of unknowns wasn’t something new to me. As I threw clothes into a suitcase and duffle bag, I realized this was the first time I’d ever felt bad that I was possibly ruining designer clothes of the woman I was madly in…something with.
In the military, we are accustomed to a much faster paced way of living; faster paced way of everything honestly. If this was love, I would accept that. Military knew how anything and fucking everything could change in the blink of an eye. Not just one of my buddies met their wives and were married within one to five months; all of them were still going strong, some with little ones running around raising hell. I never said I didn’t want love, I just figured the whole white picket fence, love, two point five kids and all that wasn’t in my stars. If it was, I’d wait another fifty years if I had to. If it was with Jamie, I was grabbing on to her and holding tight with everything I had. Fuck it, I’ve got Jamie now and I’m not letting go. Screw fate and destiny if this wasn’t what was planned for me. Jamie is mine.
Whenever she’s ready, all she has to do is say “go”. I’ve pulled the trigger for her before and I’d do it again, no matter what context it was in.
I’m only afraid that she’s pure sugar that’ll melt in my hand if I hold her too tight.
My head is so fucked, Freud would blow a gasket.
I smell her before I hear her moving towards me. I’ve got her all packed up and am just waiting on Luke to get here with my truck.
We’ve all got a truck in the garage. What’re you gonna do – we’re all country boys.
When I hear him honk the horn, I hightail it downstairs before I do something Jamie regrets.
She’s got to be absolutely, one hundred and twenty percent sure before I touch her the way I want to. The way I crave to.
Hell, I may just break her.
Or she’ll break me.
After a nice dinner with ma and Luke, we get Jamie set up at the house. I don’t quite have any other spare rooms set up yet so she’s camping out in my bedroom. It’s exactly where I plan on keeping her, but I’ve got the honest excuse that no other bedrooms are prepared for guests right now, so I’m using it.
Because that doesn’t have ‘HORRIBLE IDEA’ written all over it in permanent marker then surrounded by giant blinking arrows and runway lights.
What can I say, I’m an original fucking Einstein.
Jamie takes in my room, surveying it from top to bottom and inventorying every piece. It’s done up in tan, reds and dark blue. My furniture is all dark and my bed an oversized King four poster. Around the four poster lays a thick canopy tied to each post; where my headboard should be high, there’s instead a long sheet of layered fabric with strings of lights giving a soft glow. Beside the bed, she coos at my little buddies before asking if she can draw a bath.
Like I needed that image filling my mind on top of all the others. At this rate, my dick is going to be so hard it just snaps off.
“Make yourself at home. Honestly.” I say
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