WholeAgain

by Caitlyn Willows

  There are a thousand and one things I want to say, but the words are getting muddled in the ache down below. I want to catch the mail before it goes out today. I want you to get this fast. I want you to know, to remember, to feel with me.

  You are my heart. You are my soul. You are my life for now and evermore.

  Love forever,

  Danny

  His hand shook. Hell, his body shook. Sweat trickled down his back. He envisioned her face when the letter arrived. Saw the joy in her eyes and the lust that quickly followed. She’d follow his instructions to the letter and then some. He couldn’t wait to see her response.

  Danny stuffed the letter into the envelope and hurried with addressing it. He was cutting it close, but hoped luck was with him. His erection led him out of the tent and across the compound. This time he didn’t bother hiding it with his helmet. He didn’t give a damn who knew he had the hots and hornies for his wife.

  He caught the clerk at the last minute. There was a second or two when the corporal looked as if he were going to gaff him off. Danny did something he rarely did. He pulled rank.

  “Problem, Corporal?”

  “No, Gunnery Sergeant Buckner. Got it just in time.”

  “Thanks.” Danny pivoted on his heel and marched straight for the head…again.

  Chapter Three

  Hannah sat on the hood of Danny’s red pickup truck, wrapped in her heavy coat and an old quilt. She probably looked more like an Eskimo than the hot chick she originally envisioned being on this day, but it was the coldest February ever. And it was especially frigid when one wasn’t wearing panties…or a bra.

  The residual heat from the truck engine had kept her butt warm for a short while, but that had quickly faded with the long wait time for the buses to arrive. Clusters of wives huddled together with the official base huggers—there to greet those Marines who didn’t have family here. Hannah knew she could have joined them—maybe she should have. It was the pleasure of anticipating Danny’s return home that kept her from doing so. She basked in the swell of anticipation. A tiny pool of warmth had settled in her core, waiting to flame up the second he was in her arms.

  Signs dotted the chain-link fence edging the road that led to the base. Several more littered the highway all the way to the interstate. There wasn’t one for Danny. They’d said it all in their letters. Hannah shut out everything around her and focused each thought, each breath, each heartbeat on him. Crazy as it sounded, she felt him nearer and nearer as the seconds passed. She didn’t need a radio report to tell her that.

  A sound pulled her gaze down the road. The buses were here. The rumble of engines didn’t cut the noise of the crowd right away. It was her own private moment and Hannah cherished every second. Danny’s eyes would be locked to her. He’d see her above the other women, sitting on his red truck, waiting…wanting…ready. His heart would be racing as hers was right now. Was he hard as a rock, or so exhausted from traveling it was all he could do to think straight? Hannah didn’t care. She’d take him home and love him like crazy, or tuck him in bed for a good, long sleep. She just wanted to hold him close and breathe him in.

  Cheers erupted when the buses came closer. Children squealed and ran the energy off. Babies cried at the commotion. Signs thrust up over heads, waving madly. Hannah waited and watched, eyes searching the windows for Danny. Sun glare made it impossible to see, or was it the tears that suddenly decided to swamp her vision? Hannah blinked them away. Nothing would interfere with her first glimpse of him. Not even her overwhelming emotions.

  Then the three buses rolled to a stop. Women sobbed. The official huggers smiled and continued waving signs. Children clutched their mother’s legs, suddenly shy of the fathers they hadn’t seen for too long, some babies had never seen at all. Hannah supposed there was some saving grace in the decision she and Danny had made to hold off getting pregnant. They wanted to make sure he wouldn’t miss one bit of the experience. Unfortunately, they’d hit that snooze alarm too many times and now both their biological clocks were ticking.

  They’d talked about that too in their letters and agreed it was time. Now she craved the chance to be parents. Danny even had names picked out. With luck this homecoming would be well rewarded.

  Hannah lifted her chin and narrowed her gaze as the doors opened. One by one the Marines poured out. Danny would let the troops out first, make sure they were taken care of. All the men were clean-shaven. Probably putting their best foot forward for the homecoming. On the surface there wasn’t a single clue of how long they’d been traveling. How many wives looked beyond that?

  Then Danny’s shadow filled the portal.

  Hannah’s body quivered, pussy creamed and she cried out for him. She gripped the edges of her quilt in her fists, struggling to breathe steady, fighting to see him clearly through her veil of tears. Shivers coursed through her and they had nothing to do with the below-freezing temperatures.

  Light hit his face. Her breath caught while his exhalations fogged in front of him. Those damn tears took over. She blinked them away. He’d lost some weight, but otherwise looked good enough to eat. Brown eyes locked on to hers immediately. Their smiles mirrored each other’s. Somehow Hannah managed to stay put. This was what they’d planned—their private greeting away from the crowd.

  Her breathing quickened. Had his? No doubt their heartbeats were in sync. Never a doubt about that. Determined strides brought him closer…closer. No one barred his way. If they had, Hannah would have exploded in a banshee-like wail.

  He was close enough now that she caught the shimmer of tears in his eyes. Hers welled up once more. Hannah stopped fighting them. Her chin quivered. Long fingers cupped it, minty-fresh breath curled into her nose, then hot lips covered her mouth.

  The sound of his packs dropped at his feet echoed in their sighs. Hannah whimpered when his tongue glided over hers. He breached the confines of quilt and coat—or had she wrapped both around him? Big hands skidded down her back and cupped her butt. Hannah parted her knees, inviting him—no, drawing him in. Danny didn’t hesitate, but also took his sweet time. Lips still sealed, he wedged the biggest erection she’d ever felt against her crotch.

  Hannah stopped breathing. What few thought processes she had running ground to a stop. Lips kneading hers, tongue lashing, Danny brought her back to the moment. All she wanted to do was grind into him, come right here, right now.

  Danny broke the kiss and scored a path to her ear with his lips. Hannah arched into him on a groan she knew others had to hear. He traced the shell of her ear, then captured the lobe of flesh.

  “God, you smell like heaven to me.” He dived for that extra-sensitive spot just below her ear and nipped.

  Hannah squeaked and rolled her clit over his fly buttons. Danny dug his fingers into her ass.

  “Easy, sweetheart, you’ll have us both coming where we stand. Tempting, I know, but more than I can bear.” He bit her earlobe again, setting off new tremors. “I wish I was inside you right this second. I swear I won’t feel whole again until I’m wrapped in your heat. I want to crawl inside you so bad. I want to run my tongue over every square inch of your body. I want to feel you come while my cock is pounding in you. I want the taste of your orgasm on my lips.”

  “I…” She sucked in a gasp. “I could come right now. You feel so hot, so hard.”

  “And you feel like liquid fire, honey.” He brushed his fingers to her thigh and inched up her long skirt until he could work his way up the bare skin inside.

  She fought against splaying herself wide for him. Then he brushed his finger over her clit.

  Hannah jolted from the contact. “Danny, please,” she said on a whispered gasp.

  “Now how could I refuse when you say it like that?” He corkscrewed his fingers inside, flicking his thumb over the hard flesh guarding the entry. “If my woman needs to come right now…well, she gets what she needs.”

  Lips seized hers again. One hand anchored her in place, the other gently tugged the
orgasm right out of her. She gripped his shoulders, clenched her knees against his hips and blessed the kiss that swallowed the moan she wanted to unleash. Of course, the blanket and coat hid a lot too.

  “Do you think anyone will notice if I lick my fingers clean?” His voice caressed her senses.

  Hannah cupped his face in her hands. “Who gives a damn.” She kissed him hard and deep, locking her heels at his knees so he could tuck up nice and tight.

  He buried his face against her neck and grabbed her behind the knees to hold her in place. His groan rumbled through her.

  “Can you come without thrusting?” She whispered the words into his ear, reveling in the subtle shudder that rattled through him.

  “Can you hide the wet spot when I do?” He punctuated his reply by wedging even tighter. The only thing keeping them from being one was his camouflage trousers.

  Sighing, she brushed her cheek over his. “No, but I can give you one hell of a blowjob on the way home.”

  Danny tossed back a laugh. The action thrust his cock into her. Hannah pressed her lips tight against a moan.

  He patted her rear end. “That sounds like a fine idea to me, sweetheart, but there’s no way I’d ever be able to drive right now with your head in my lap. But I will promise you this…” He tapped her nose with his index finger. “We get home safe and sound and I’m going to be all over you.”

  She giggled. “It’s a good thing I’m not wearing panties.”

  “A very good thing because I’d just rip them off.”

  That had her laughing. “Oh, honey, please…you know you wouldn’t bother. You’d just shove the crotch to one side and have your way with me.”

  His eyes sparkled. “You know me so well.” Another pat to her butt. “Let’s go.”

  Danny snagged his gear and swung the straps over his shoulder. His free hand scooped Hannah off the hood, then landed at her lower back to escort her to the passenger side of the truck. He tickled his fingers over her ass every step of the way, adding a squeeze that sent a gush of wetness pooling between her thighs before he opened the door for her.

  She flashed him a come-fuck-me smile. He growled in response and strode toward the rear of the truck. Hannah peeled quilt and coat off and cranked the engine to start the heat. The truck bounced with the weight of his packs. She closed her eyes and focused on his footsteps, bringing him to the driver’s side. How right it felt to hear him once more. His scent hit her the minute he opened the door, making her world doubly right and whole.

  She folded her hands on her lap to keep them to herself. His deep kiss, those fingers that had to wander up her skirt one more time, made it impossible. She fisted his collar, nailing him in place while she deepened the kiss. Danny groaned and leaned as close as the console between the bucket seats allowed. When that wasn’t close enough—and it wasn’t—he grabbed a handful of her ass and tried to haul her toward him. Hannah rolled, but…

  “Damn console,” they muttered together.

  Laughter filled his eyes and definitely swelled Hannah’s heart. Easing into their respective seats, they clicked the seat belts in place.

  “Did you manage to get more than two weeks off?” he asked as he pulled from the parking lot.

  “No. They weren’t too happy. Several of my coworkers took off for the same reason.”

  Danny nodded. “My family still coming in two weeks?”

  “Yes, so you won’t have a chance to get lonely. They’ll only be here for a week, so that still gives you one week of peace and quiet before your leave is up.”

  “Great, gives me time to putter around the house. I’ve got a couple of cool projects in mind. I need to re-bond with my tools too.”

  Hannah giggled. “Don’t worry. I kept showing your picture to them and talked about you every day.”

  He splayed his hand against his chest. “Thanks, honey. I wouldn’t want them to forget me.”

  “Heaven forbid.” She nudged his thigh, then couldn’t help trailing her fingers up to his groin. Heat from his erection poured her way, inviting a more sure touch.

  Danny’s breath hitched when she cupped his sac. Even through the heavy camouflage material she could feel how tight and hard his testicles were. She traced her thumb over the circumference. He wiggled and parted his legs so she’d get a good feel.

  “I need to touch you, Danny.” Her voice came out raw, husky.

  He fumbled to release his belt buckle with one hand. His eyes never left the road. Hannah shoved the fly buttons through their holes, then dived into the opening. His musk poured her way. God, he felt hot and steel-hard, silky-smooth skin stretched to the breaking point. His groan echoed hers. She freed him from the confines of clothing. A pearly drop crowned the deep-red tip. Hannah smeared her thumb over it, covering the head before she brought a taste to her lips.

  “Damn, woman,” he gasped. He whipped into the deserted parking lot of a ball field, stabbed his fingers through her hair and yanked her head to his lap.

  She sucked him deep, without hesitation, looping her tongue around and around. His hand trembled against her head. He thrust like a wild man, growling, grunting, making her horny as hell. She massaged her fingers at the base where penis met testicles. And he exploded into her mouth. Hannah swallowed every drop, then licked him all over as the erection faded.

  Danny leaned into the headrest, panting for air. All the windows were fogged. Slowly, gently, she tucked his cock back into its nest and buttoned the fly. Then she dropped a kiss to each corner of his lips. He held her head in place and thrust his tongue in time with hers. A sharp inhale pulled them apart. They butted heads and shared a smile.

  “I bet you’re ready for a hot shower and a nap.”

  He brushed his thumb over her jawline. “More than I can possibly say.”

  Chapter Four

  All the tension seeped from Danny’s body. If they were at home, he probably would have crawled into bed and slept, but not for long. Maybe by tomorrow this unrelenting craving for Hannah would be sated, or the day after that, or the day after that. Seeing her waiting on the hood of his truck had taken his breath away. His already-hard dick had become even harder. Letting his troops exit the bus first had been one of the most difficult things he’d ever done. All he wanted was to run to her, grab her close and never let go.

  A part of him wanted to weep with relief that it was over and he’d made it home, back to her safe and in one piece. Another part of him wanted to strip her naked in front of God and everyone and fuck her where she sat. Well, he had made her come. It’d been all he could do not to join her. Her slick heat had screamed for possession. His body had screamed to have her. They’d both known exactly what the other needed to take the edge off. Now he’d be able to love her good and long, not tear into her like a sex-starved maniac.

  Danny smiled. He was sex-starved for her. They’d had months and months of foreplay in letters that came close to singeing the paper. He’d loved the back-and-forth, the play of words, the relief that came with every one and maintaining that special connection to her. But he wouldn’t be complete until he was inside her. Once he was inside… Well, homesteading came to mind.

  They talked of mundane things on the short drive home. He’d missed the sound of her voice more than he could bear at times. They’d never trusted themselves to Skype. Too many ears. He’d missed the feel of her body next to his in sleep. Missed her warmth, her laughter. Missed her arms around him keeping him safe from all the bad the world threw at him. Sex was an important part of their lives and always had been, but Danny knew that if something happened and they could never have sex again, he’d still love her just as much. They were soul mates, life mates, meant to be.

  “I started taking folic acid about a month ago,” she said.

  His smile widened. A baby. They were finally taking that big step. He couldn’t wait. Of course, it would mean some adjustments to their sex life, but neither of them cared. It was all going to be worth it to see each other in their chil
d’s face. “I’m so excited. You think a baby will kick our asses?”

  Hannah laughed. “Yes!” She clutched his hand. “But we’ll figure it out together.”

  He kissed her fingers and pressed them against his cheek. “I want to dive into your smell. I want to hold you and never let go. My heart has…” He fought tears that always seemed to want to fall lately. “My heart has ached for you, sweetheart.”

  Hannah sniffled. She caressed his cheek. “And mine for you. I did buy you a new pillow,” she added with a small laugh.

  He flashed her a grin. “Screwed the stuffing out of the old one, did you?”

  Her laughter filled the truck cab. “Something like that. I also thought you’d appreciate new, unworn underwear.”

  “What? I suppose there will be no more cookies either?”

  More laughter. “I would never think of denying you that pleasure.”

  “Or any other?”

  “Or any other.”

  “I’m going to hold you to that one, hot stuff.”

  “I sure hope so.”

  He kissed her fingers once more, then placed them on his thigh as he pulled onto their street.

  Nothing much had changed in town while Danny had been away. A couple of their neighbors’ houses had new paint. He added that one to his list of things to do. The yards looked a little worse for wear. It had apparently been an extra-hot summer. He scanned ahead for their house, smiling when it came into view. It looked like it did on the day he left, perhaps brighter since he was coming home rather than leaving.

  “The yard looks great, sweetheart. You did one hell of a job keeping it up.”

  Hannah nudged his thigh. “You made it easy to do so. Sprinklers on, sprinklers off. Piece of cake.”

  It was so much more than that. Danny had missed her like crazy, but not once did he worry about her being able to handle things. His Hannah could conquer the world if she had to.