by Dee Stone
A Soldier for Stella
THIS IS A SHORT STORY
Stella’s brother’s best friend is back in town.
Carter Milford is home for two weeks leave from the Army, and she couldn’t be happier.
She's always had a crush on him, the cutie with his dirty blond hair and green eyes, but lately, that crush had turned to lust. And now she was twenty, she was going to have him.
But an accident threatens their happily ever after and has her questioning if her feelings aren't more than just lust when her hometown hero makes her feel so much more...
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A Soldier for Stella
Military Heroes Series — Book 2
Dee Stone
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
About the Author
Chapter One
STELLA
Oh, my. I couldn’t believe how Carter had grown into a man. A beautiful, muscled man. I stood, just inside my house and watched through the patio sliding window as he hefted himself out of the pool with his arms and shook his head like a dog, sending sprays of water droplets flying. He had to be at least six foot two or three with buzz-cut dirty blond hair and dark green eyes and a six pack. No, I think I could count eight squares on his amazing abdomen. I had to check the corners of my mouth for drool. When my brother said his best friend Carter Milford would be getting leave from the Army and visiting us for two weeks, I couldn’t believe my eyes. For the last six years they had communicated through texts and face time but hadn’t seen each other otherwise. When Carter had mentioned he had two weeks leave, Travis invited him here.
I stepped out of the house, pretending confidence in my red one piece, fifties style, dress bathing suit. Some girls called me fat, but I called myself pleasantly plump. Yes, my thighs were thick and my hips were big, but my waist was small and some men enjoyed looking at me. But all I would let them do was look. I was twenty years old now, and hadn’t found the man to pop my cherry yet, but that man might be Carter.
The tip of my tongue poked out to lick my bottom lip as Carter knelt on the tile beside the pool watching me as if mesmerized by my every movement. I guess he was one of those guys that liked plump girls.
Not watching where I was going, I went flying over a lounge chair and would have hit the tile hard if Carter hadn’t jumped up to catch me before I broke something. Other than my pride that is. He sat on the grass portion of our patio with me lying on top of him. He had caught me in his arms and rolled with me on top so I wouldn’t get hurt.
Carter leaned back against the lounge chair and my hips settled against his making something large bump up against my stomach. Was that…? I glanced down and the waist of his swim shorts had loosened in his catch and the tip of his now hard dick pressed against me.
He grinned, not apologetic at all. I scrambled to get up, but he held me by my hips as I accidentally ground my now wet, bathing-suit-covered-pussy against him as I’m straddling him. He threw his head back and groaned and I became fascinated by the way his throat bobbed up and down.
“Hello, Stella. Long time no see.” His eyelids dropped until they half covered his striking, forest green eyes. One side of his mouth lifted in his signature half smile. I remembered how me and all the other girls my age at the time had crushes on him. I became devastated when he and his parents moved to Nebraska. And here he was back in California. I had heard some of Travis’s phone conversation with Carter the other night. He was now stationed in Northern California, so it hadn’t taken him long to do the drive down to San Diego.
“You sure have changed, Carter.” I rested my palms against his hard pecs, trying not to stare down but centered my gaze on his face. But, that meant I could stare at his mouth with a full bottom lip
and chiseled cheekbones and square jaw with a touch of light brown stubble. Man. His lips lifted in a smirk as he grinned at my perusal.
“So have you Stella. You sure have grown up into a beautiful woman.” His tongue slipped out to lick at his upper lip as his gaze skimmed over my body, centering on my bottom part that ground against his.
“I think maybe you should get up, Stella. This is giving me ideas I shouldn’t have with my best friend’s baby sister.” His voice deepened into a throaty growl that had my core fluttering and wanting things I only imagined.
With a blush heating my face, I clambered on my hands and feet until I stood a foot away from him. He retied his trunks so he wasn’t exposing himself to me, but his dick was still outlined with how baggy his trunks were.
I threw my head back to retort, “I’m not a baby.”
He smirked over his shoulder. “You definitely aren’t, Stella. I’m going to take a cold shower and get dressed. You have the pool to yourself.”
Carter turned his head back and sauntered into the house, a towel he had picked up wiping down the water from the pool.
I had to be delirious because all I could think of was his lips on mine and how they would feel. Would his kiss be soft and gentle or hard and demanding? I needed to cool off. Taking three more steps closer to the pool, I raised my arms over my head, bent over, and dove in.
Twenty minutes later, after swimming and then rinsing off in the pool house, I tied a sarong around my waist and entered the house by the patio sliding door. Carter and Travis were sitting in what we call the game room, watching a football game on television, hooting and cheering while they drank beers. As a play ended in a touchdown they jumped up and pounded on each other’s backs cheering that their team had won. I know Travis loved the game. He had played football in high school, but a broken knee had put him out forever.
I strolled past them but I could see Carter’s eyes following my swaying behind. I gave my hips a bit more oomph and his gaping jaw made it worthwhile. “Anyone want sandwiches?”
“Hell yeah.” Travis shouted, his eyes still on the victory celebrations on the television and didn’t see my smirk as Carter sauntered over, his gaze raking up and down my voluptuous figure. He made me feel beautiful as no other man had.
“Sandwich, Carter?” My heart pounded as my teeth bit into my bottom lip. His eyes followed my every move as if I was the most fascinating vision. I had never had this power over a man before and I reveled in it.
“Um. What? What did you ask?” His voice was low and husky as if dazed and bemuse
.
“Lunch. Sandwich?” I widened my eyes as I gazed up at him, my hand reaching to touch his chest, now covered by a tight t shirt. His jeans rode low, giving me a glimpse of the v at his hips. I shuddered as I stared at every bump visibl
e through his shirt.
“Sandwich. Sounds good. Let me help. Trav, I’m going to help Stella make lunch.” He followed behind me and I wished I had eyes behind my head.
We left through the open double doors of the game room, to stroll past my father’s closed office door, past the open living room, to the doorway that led to the spacious gourmet kitchen.
“What meat do you want? Beef? Ham?” As I walked past the drawer that held the knives, I pulled a chef’s knife out and stopped at the refrigerator. I opened the door, sticking my lower lip out and pull it inside with my teeth as I studied the contents. I pulled out a package of roast beef and another of ham wrapped in plastic my Mom had made for lunches, and held each package in each palm as I waited for his answer. He pointed to the red tinged beef and shouted to my brother, “Travis! Beef or ham?”
Beef!” he shouted back.
“Beef it is for all of us, I guess.” I replaced the ham in the fridge, set the beef on the counter, and bent over, hunting for the cheese.
“What kind of cheese, Carter? We have… pepper jack, gouda, and sharp cheddar. Which is your pleasure?”
“You.” He groans and hands grasped my hips as he grinds into my ass. I pivoted and almost drop the cheese choices, but he saved them and they get tossed onto the counter with the meat.
His hands grasp my short hair as they delve deep into the back to pull my face closer to his. His green eyes were hooded with his desire for me.
Chapter Two
CARTER
I couldn’t resist Stella even if it meant losing the respect of my best friend. Seeing her bent over, her luscious ass swaying back and forth, teasing me, I couldn’t help myself. I had to kiss her.
Stella had grown into a voluptuous rubenesque woman. So desirable. I yanked her backwards until her ass ground against my cock. She pivoted in my arms and I lifted her until I could kiss her. Travis would kick me out and then kill me if he saw. And then kill me again, but I only wanted one kiss. That was all.
She melted into my arms and I gripped the back of her short hair tightly as I plunged my lips onto hers. Her hair was still wet from the pool and maybe a shower from the pool house. My hands gripped her hair tighter as I tugged her head back, but I devoured her mouth with deep, sweeping strokes of my tongue.
Her hands reached around my shoulders to cling to my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist. Her back hit the door of the fridge, bringing me back to my senses. I yanked my head away from hers, taking deep breaths of air and I felt her doing the same.I let her body slide down mine. I pressed my forehead against hers, briefly, before I pulled away and couldn’t resist giving her now red lips one last peck before striding out of the kitchen back to my room. I would need another cold shower and maybe a hand job to ease my bad case of blue balls.
A half hour later and not much relieved, I passed the game room to find both Travis and Stella finishing their lunches.
“Hey, dude,” Travis calls out. “Missed lunch, but Stella left a sandwich and chips on the counter for you.”
I glanced at Stella but she didn’t say anything or even acknowledge my presence. “Thank you, Stella.” All she did was dip her chin. I screwed up bad. I’d have to find some way to make it up to her. I had to think of what I could do that she’d like. For right now, I went into the kitchen and grabbed my plate. Then I brought it back with me into the game room and appreciated all Stella put into this meal for me. It was huge, filled with meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato, onions. Everything I like as if she read my mind, including mayo and mustard. Perfection.
After I finished, I sat back, replete, and praised her. “Boy, Stella. That was great.”
All she did was say quietly, “It’s just a sandwich.” And she started to stand to grab my plate.
I kept hold of it and rose, gathering the other plates to carry them all back into the kitchen. I set them in the sink and turned the water on to begin washing them for her. She didn’t have to take care of me. I could take care of myself and wash dishes. I’ve had KP duty before, so dishes for three was nothing. I could feel her presence as she stood in the doorway, watching me work.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. You made the food. The least I can do is wash a few dishes.” I set the rinsed dishes in the dishwasher and dried my hands as my mind rushed to think of what else I could say to her.
“My parents get back tomorrow night.” I was still turned away from her, so I couldn’t see her expression. Her voice is breathy and soft.
“It’ll be great to see them again after so many years. How have they been?” I gripped the edge of the white travertine tile counter, almost afraid I would break one of the tiles, I was holding on so tight. I tried to hold onto my sanity as tightly.
“They’re fine now. Dad had a mild heart attack a year ago and has retired, but is showing Travis how to run the business. He’s lost weight. Eats better. They both exercise more now. Take vacations every couple of months.” I heard her light footsteps as she came closer.
“Glad to hear he’s doing better. Sometimes, it takes something like that to realize how short life is and to grab it with both hands.” I didn’t know what I was saying, but the words just piled out of my mouth. I gave a quick glance at her over my shoulder and turn away again. Her face was set and still. A statue. I never had this much trouble with women. Always a loved them and never spend the night kind of guy. I didn’t use women. We got what we want from each other. No complications. But, Stella wasn’t that kind of girl. Woman. I could see that. She still had that look of innocence about her. Maybe still even a virgin. I would have to take this as slow as I could, but I only had two weeks here and I don’t know when I could get this kind of leave again. My C.O. was injured in a helicopter crash and things were so upside down that I was lucky enough to be one of the ones to get leave. I didn’t know when he’d be back or if we’d get another C.O. when I get back.
“Well, then. Looks like you’re almost done in here, so I’m going back to see what Travis is up to.” I heard her bare feet patter away and I leaned my forehead against the cold tile, letting the chill deep into my skin.
“Hey, Carter. Anything wrong?” Travis. Great. Just great.
“Nah. Just a headache. Think I’ll go lay down and take a nap for a bit. Okay?” I needed some time alone. Away from Stella to try and get my head on straight.
“Sure. Sure. I’m going out for a while anyway. There’s this new game I heard about and want to check it out. If I get it maybe we can play later. Get as much time together before I have to go back to work tomorrow. Hey. How about going out tonight? There’s a new bar opening and it’s supposed to be big. Lots of girls. Dad’ll be back and there’s a meeting set for the afternoon. See ‘ya.” His voice disappeared and he still might have even been talking, but I had no idea about what. He didn’t even give me a chance to respond before he vanished from sight.
I turned and headed out the kitchen to go to my room, when Stella stepped out into the hallway just as I was getting ready to pass by. Almost made it. “So. Going out tonight huh?” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Travis wants to. It might be fun to have a couple beers.” I took a step closer into her space, making her lift her head to gaze at me. Stella went to step back but she was already against the wall unknowingly.
“Problem with my going to the bar with your brother?” I smirked as the ends of her lips had turned down with her tightly pressed mouth. Jealous anyone? I lowered my head until my lips were a breath away from her. Her cerulean blue eyes unfocused as she raised up a little higher on the tips of her toes until our lips touched. Home. That was what she felt like.
My tongue licked at the seam of her lips for a moment before she opened to me and I slipped into her mouth, my tongue sliding along hers as she eagerly explored my mouth. I took possession of hers, thrusting deep as if my tongue was my cock and her mouth her sweet pussy. I could only imagine how she would taste
. But, that would be a lesson for another day. I pressed against her front, her small breasts yielding to the hardness of my front, her small hands grasping my triceps as she climbed me like a mountain. This would have to be enough for now because my cock was so hard I thought I could pound nails with it.
I took two steps away and I grimaced at the pain I was in at the moment. Stella’s eyes were hooded with the passion I had brought her to and my hand caressed her cheek and jaw and she rubbed into my palm like a kitten. I took my hand reluctantly away from her face to grip her upper arms and to ground us from anymore play, but seeing her stand bereft with her mouth open, eyes half closed, I almost gave in. Almost.
Not being able to resist her pouting mouth, I leaned in to give her a light smack of my lips to hers and turned away to go upstairs to my room for another cold shower and a nap. Although, I didn’t know how I was supposed to ever sleep again.
“Where are you going? You’re leaving me alone?” Her voice shrilled and screeched her disappointment, her rage alive in the burning brightness of her blue eyes. Stella leaned up to me, a finger thrust into my face almost striking me in the nose. She charged at me, her fists striking at me with the force of a pillow fight.