“Oh, fuck me baby, you are so tight, so hot, so fucking wet for me,” I praised her, my mind already thinking how that tightness will feel wrapped around my hard dick.
“I didn’t… didn’t think I could get wet just from my nipples being licked and sucked,” Devon said breathily, her hips gyrating against my hand. “You have some kind of power over me, your voice, your touch, your mouth… only you Gabriel.” My name came out on a moan, my finger pushing in deeper finding that spongy spot near her cervix.
Devon’s honesty, the innocent way she didn’t play games with her words, was going to be my undoing. I was beginning to crave not only her, but hearing what I did for her, how much she needed me. My job required me to be in control, always level headed and precise in my role of team leader. My team’s safety depended on my ability to compartmentalise.
Devon could derail that if I didn’t get a handle on my feelings. I had to separate the boyfriend from the Captain. Be Gabriel with her and find a way to leave him behind when we weren’t together. Tonight? I was the boyfriend, and I was about to make love to my girlfriend for the first time. The Captain’s time would come soon enough. And then we would find out how real this was between us.
Pulling my finger slowly from her core, her muscles resisting making it more difficult than I thought possible. I brought it to my lips and slipped it into my mouth and groaned at the flavour that was all Devon, as it burst on tongue.
It was intoxicating, she was intoxicating.
More.
I needed more. Now.
Making quick work of her button and zip, I pushed both the denim and lace off in one motion. I barely waited for the garments to hit the floor before I had her up in my arms and heading to the bed. Not bothering with pulling back the comforter, I dropped both of us to the mattress, my head between her thighs. Without waiting another second, I opened my mouth over her lips and sucked as much of her pussy in as I could manage. Devon’s body lifted off the bed at the contact, a screech leaving her mouth.
With my hands flat on her stomach and my shoulders wedged between her thighs, I held her in position as I got my fill. Lapping at her folds, I made slow circles with my tongue making sure to pay extra attention to her clit. Every time I licked at the sensitive bud, Devon groaned my name, making my dick so hard it was a wonder I didn’t make a dick-sized hole through the mattress. Shuffling my hands down, I used my thumbs to open her lips, giving me the perfect view of what was soon to be mine. With Devon’s juices on my lips, I dived back in, only this time I speared my tongue into the winking opening, shoving it as far in as it could go.
“Gabriel, Gabriel, oh god, Gabriel,” Devon chanted over and over, her legs quivering at the sides of my head. I could feel her inner muscles spasming around my tongue, and suddenly I had a problem. I wanted to watch her come for the first time from my mouth, but I didn’t have the strength to stop eating her. I wanted that orgasm down my throat, coating my tongue, burning into my taste buds forever.
“Come for me baby, give me more of that sweet flavour,” I begged, then went back to tonguing her hole. Gripping her thighs with a bruising hold, I pulled her harder into my face and used my whole mouth in a frenzied sexual assault on her pussy.
Groans and moans filled the room along with the lapping sound my mouth made against her flesh, making me hotter and more desperate to have her come so I could fill her with my dick and feel that heat the best way ever.
Devon’s legs squeezed me tighter as a guttural cry of pleasure left her, at the same time her core clenched, releasing a flood of sweet cream that coated my tongue and filled my mouth.
Lapping as fast as my tired tongue allowed, I cleaned Devon up, not letting one single drop of her sweetness go to waste.
“No more Gabriel, please,” Devon implored, but her hips still rocked up into me.
Pulling away from the grip her legs had on my face, I quickly sat up to remove my jeans and shoes, and then, when naked, I slid my way on top of her coming to rest in the cradle of her sexy legs.
“I fucking need to have you right now. Your taste and your screams were all driving me to the brink of insanity,” I unashamedly admitted, not caring that I sounded weak, I didn’t even care that I was giving her so much power over me, letting down my guards… letting her in.
Devon’s response to my admittance was to snake her hand between our bodies, her warm fingers wrapping around my shaft and forcing a hiss of pleasure from me.
“Then take me Gabriel. Take what ever you need,” she whispered, holding my dick at her wet entrance, so close to the place I craved to be.
Gathering her close, I pushed my arms underneath and at the same time, thrusting into her with one powerful move, her cry of joy music to my ears.
“I want you! Just you forever!” I shouted out. The ecstasy and utter jubilation streaming through my body at that very second overcoming me.
“You have me, Gabriel, all of me,” Devon declared, her hips meeting my rhythm, stroke for glorious stroke. Every time she used my full Christian name, something inside me snapped; it turned me on and made my heart soar all at the same time.
Dropping my mouth to Devon’s, I slipped my tongue past her lips seeking out hers. Her mouth opened, sucking my tongue greedily, and moaning at the taste of herself. Her hands roamed wantonly over my shoulders, my back and down to my arse where she palmed both globes, kneading the flesh while using her grip to hurry my thrusts.
Removing my arms from under Devon’s I pushed myself up, my fists on either side of her head. The new position giving me more control over my speed, and the intensity of my thrusts.
“You want to come baby,” I pleaded, panting into her throat.
“I want you to come inside me Gabriel,” she answered keenly, her neck straining forward and her mouth finding my earlobe. Sucking it between her teeth she then lathed it with her wet tongue.
“Oh, fuck me, yes Devon,” I cried. Tingles started in my toes, causing them to curl into the mattress. A stunning sensation began at the tips of my toes, and swiftly travelled to the base of my spine. I wanted to chase the beautiful feeling at the same time will it away and enjoy this moment for longer.
It didn’t matter what I wanted, Devon was in control. Her inner walls clenched and gripped me like a vice, so tight it was getting impossible to pull out any further than halfway. Half of my dick was being held captive by her greedy, wet pussy.
And I never wanted her to let me go.
Deciding on another course of action, I ground my pelvis brutally into Devon’s, rocking my hips, using the friction of our grinding mounds to reach the pinnacle.
Over and over, I rocked the base of my cock against Devon’s clit. Her moans and sighs rocketing me toward the finish line.
“Come for me gorgeous, please, before me,” I pleaded. My control all but snapped when her pussy clenched my shaft painfully, then a rush of warm liquid and Devon’s excited scream, finally allowing me to let go of the thread I was hanging by. With one last push, I held myself deep inside Devon, roaring her name as the most powerful orgasm nailed me, sending jet after jet of cum into Devon’s womb. Black spots danced in front of my closed eyes, all the breath stolen from my lungs as I lunged forward even more, nearly pushing Devon further up the bed. Our bodies so deeply joined you couldn’t fit a blade of grass between us.
Aftershocks raked at my dick, it was so sensitive and Devon’s spasms weren’t helping. Not that I was going to pull out any time soon, no fucking way. Her wetness combined with mine—
Oh, fuck no!
I didn’t—
Is she on—
Fuck!
How the fuck did I forget to use protection? I know, because this tiny woman has me tied so tight in knots around her finger I fucking didn’t think of anything than being balls deep inside her.
I didn’t have a problem with any of that, actually it really appealed to me.
Kids on the other hand, not exactly something on my agenda right now, and I was pretty sur
e Devon thought the same.
“Honey?” Devon asked quietly, her tone still raspy from our lovemaking, but it had a concerned edge to it. “Is everything okay?”
Looking down at her, I mentally kicked my arse when I saw fear in her blue eyes. Dropping my forehead to hers, I sucked in a deep gulp of air.
“Don’t want you to panic babe, but I didn’t use a condom,” I blurted out all at once. The commando in me never did beat around the bush, but judging by the shocked look on Devon’s face, I should probably work on my subtlety.
“Oh. Shit,” Devon said slowly, worriedly, scarily.
“I take it you aren’t on birth control,” I replied needlessly.
“Um, that would be a no. Oh Gabriel this is not good,” Devon groaned, face planting into my throat. “So, not good,” she groaned again.
Now, I got that our first time wasn’t ideal to fall pregnant and also after such a short time as a couple. But I had to admit, my ego was taking a bit of hit from Devon’s reaction.
Maybe she was worried about diseases, fuck, maybe she—
“I am clean, have to be in the military.” I rushed to assure her, hoping she could give me the same assurance.
“Oh course, that never entered my mind, although I suppose it should. I am not promiscuous so don’t worry about getting anything from me. You know about my limited sexual experiences, we did use a condom though, just saying—”
I placed my hand over Devon’s moving mouth, halting any more talk of her exes.
“Baby, not a good time to share that when I am still deep inside you, bare inside you,” I growled, flexing my hips to prove that not only was I buried in her, but I was amazingly semi-hard after my mind-blowing orgasm.
“Point taken,” Devon mumbled under my palm, then broke the awkward moment with a wet tongue lick on my skin.
“Ewww,” I laughed making a show of wiping my hand on the end of the pillow her head was on. I was just joking, but we needed a laugh.
“Honey your cum is inside me, we are past the ‘scared of each other’s germs’ stage,” she said with a roll of her eyes, “but there is something I need to tell you about—”
Devon’s ramble was cut off by the sound of my beeper going off. The shrill beep echoing in the room rendering us both silent.
“Shit,” I groaned annoyed, but I still leaned over and reached for the small device to see what the message was on the screen.
CIVILIAN EXTRACTION. IRAQ. ALL MEMBERS TEAM FIVE TO REPORT IMMEDIATELY.
“Fucking great,” I cursed, knowing exactly what kind of extraction we were needed on. No doubt it had to do with that wanker someone who had no business being in a country at war. Bastian was not going to be happy, he hated Iraq, sand was not his friend.
Sighing tiredly, I turned off the beeper and looked back at Devon.
“Sorry baby, I gotta go,” I told her with a shrug. There was no point in making a scene, or getting pissed off. My job required me to be available at a moment’s notice, no ifs, no tantrums. It was what it was, and harsh as it sounded, Devon was going to have to get used to it. I was a soldier, a bloody good one and she was going to have to get a grip on the fact that I was going to leave like this many more times during our relationship. Sometimes she would be ready for it and sometimes like now, coming down from the afterglow of lovemaking, not as prepared.
Devon smiled a sad smile. “I know honey,” she whispered softly, her hand cupping my cheek.
“Dev—”
“I will be waiting for you Gabriel, no beeper is going to scare me off,” she interrupted me. “Now kiss me like you can’t get enough of me Ninja,” she sassed, her eyes wet with unshed tears, gutting me with her strength.
“Never will get enough Pixie, I promise you that,” I vowed vehemently, then crashed my lips to hers. Doing my best to convey how I felt in that one passionate kiss, and my thanks for her not making this harder on both of us than needed. Going off on a mission without a clear head only invited mistakes. If Devon showed how upset she really was with me leaving like this, I knew I would do nothing but worry about her and my team didn’t deserve that.
Devon needed me to come back in one piece, my men too.
“Sweetheart—”
A shout from outside of my room interrupted me.
“Tank move your arse!” Bastian yelled, banging on the door loudly.
Dropping another quick kiss on Devon’s laughing mouth, I dragged my dick from his happy place with a moan of regret.
“Fuck off wanker. I am coming!” I shouted back when the idiot banged again.
“You already did,” Devon quipped, biting me on the chin.
“And I would have again, if I had my way,” I grinned wolfishly then got serious.
“When I get back we are talking. You have something to tell me, but we can’t get into to it now. Just tell me you aren’t leaving me baby,” I implored her quietly, worried that was what she was going to tell me. Coming inside her, and no birth control would freak any woman out. Add the fact that I was a commando and had a dangerous job and that equalled run like hell.
Devon held my head still with both hands on either side of my face, her blue eyes bright with tears.
“Not going to happen Gabriel. I am here with you for as long as you want me, I told you that,” she stated firmly, her voice steady with honesty.
“Forever?” God, I felt like a pussy, practically begging Devon to agree to being with me forever.
“Let’s start with that and see how we go,” Devon sassed.
And just like that… I was calm.
CHAPTER TWELVE
DEVON
I sat on a couch in the main room and watched the procession of soldiers getting ready to leave. The way Gabriel and his men went calmly about their duties checking their bags, already dressed in their commando issue uniforms, their demeanour quiet and orderly. To say I was impressed was an understatement and jealous. Just to go to a doctor’s appointment in Geelong sent me into a tailspin.
Of course, I should be shitting myself for other reasons, one being Gabriel leaving for a mission god knows where, to do god knows what, for who knew how long. The other being why my legs were currently squeezing together as much as I could without drawing attention to myself. Two big reasons, each of them with their own potential consequences, big ones.
“Scary isn’t it,” Stella said, coming to sit beside me on the couch, her hands wringing in her lap.
Looking at Gabriel’s mum, I tried to give her a smile that showed I had this in the bag. Somehow, I don’t think I pulled it off.
“Yeah, I can’t believe how calm he is, all of them,” I marvelled, pointing at the group of impossibly tall men. They were huddled in a circle, talking low amongst themselves, no yelling, no cheering or beating their chests. Just quiet and controlled, obviously used to this routine.
“They have been together as a team for a long time, handpicked by Gabriel,” Stella said, with obvious pride for her son.
Smiling at her, I leaned my shoulder against hers. “I love his name. He commented on the way I use his full given name and not Gabe. You do too,” I noted.
“The day he was born was a scary time for all of us, his father especially went through a rough time. Gabriel and I were nearly lost to Booth, we already went through a lot back then with a crazy man after the women of the club, and my pregnancy not being the most enjoyable experience.” Stella paused for a minute, her eyes seeking out her husband, who was standing just on the outside of the circle his son was in. The rest of the Wounded Souls’ men were crowding around the party of serving soldiers watching them intently. Three of the observers, nervous fathers.
Booth’s body tensed visibly, his head turning to the side, but he didn’t turn all the way to look at his wife. I got the impression he didn’t have to look at her to know she was watching him. It wasn’t the first time I noticed the intense bond and connection Gabriel’s parents had with each other since being here at the compound. The man seemed to be
so in tune with his wife, so aware of her presence it was spooky to witness.
“Anyway,” Stella continued when Booth’s shoulders relaxed and he went back to focusing on his son and friends, “Booth experienced something that made him believe Gabriel and I were saved by a guardian angel, what better name for our son than Gabriel.”
I thought about what Stella told me, the very notion that I might not have met Gabriel was so unfathomable, so painful, I felt tears prick the back of my eyes.
“Thank god something intervened,” I replied simply, not wanting to discuss the alternative.
Gabriel had his back to me, but I could hear his deep voice talking to his men. His commanding presence and the way they were listening to him; a testament to his leadership and the respect they held for him.
“It gets easier over time. Not to watch them go, but to let them go. My only advice for you, Devon, is not to show him how hard it is for you. Gabriel is a good competent soldier, and his job is dangerous, there is no point glossing over that, but for him to come back after each mission he needs to have his head in the game. It can’t be back here with you, worrying about you. Do you know what I mean, sweetie?”
Stella’s advice penetrated more than I could say. Only a half hour before I was about to tell him about my years of having cancer, we already had the whole coming inside me issue. He didn’t need anything else to concern him, taking his focus.
Nodding my head, I sighed heavily.
“I have to keep my tears and meltdown for when he is gone, then I can fall apart,” I answered half joking. I was going to cry, and fall apart, however I might leave the meltdown for when and if I needed to pee on a stick. And if Gabriel hated me for keeping something important from him deliberately. He had a right to know about the leukemia; I had some lasting effects from the years of treatments. The chemo not only left me with a fuzzy brain, but my immune system also wasn’t as ship-shape as it could be.
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