by Liz K. Lorde
Shawn
It hits me hard—harder than a truck with failing brakes hits a brick wall.
Evelyn is even more beautiful now than the day I laid eyes on her.
I never thought it possible, but it’s so fucking true.
Her eyes are blazing and practically devouring me.
I can’t get enough of letting my own take in each and every one of her curves, tits, and perfect ass.
And I love her more than I thought possible. I love her with all my heart, and I’d do anything to protect her…her and Tanner.
With a sigh, I change position. Life is so fucking perfect right now. It seems hardly possible, as only a few hours ago, everything was hanging in the balance—Tanner missing and James and me brawling.
At least I’ve finally been able to lay to rest the ghost of my nightmare.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper and wrap my finger around one of her stray locks.
It’s amazing how her maid of honor had been able to repair her disheveled state when we returned to our wedding. Not much could be done about the state of the dress, but what the heck.
As I recall Evelyn in her wedding dress, she looked perfect to me. But I bet she looks more perfect in her underwear.
“Penny for your thought,” Evelyn murmurs and rests her hands on my chest.
“I thought how exquisite you would have looked in your underwear at the wedding.”
Her laughter is music to my ears. It sounds like millions of tiny bells ringing.
“Could you imagine?”
I nod.
Of course, I fucking can. No doubt the men would have loved it, and the women would have spewed forth hatred.
“I doubt the priest would have coped,” she quips and rolls onto her back. “Not to mention our guests.”
“Speaking of underwear,” I lean over her. “Let’s finally rid you off this gorgeous dress and expose your perfect body.”
When it’s off, I take a moment to admire the lacy white bra of the finest silky material, pushing those perfect tits of hers upward. My right hand reaches out toward the prize.
Gently, I pop one tit out of the cup and let the nipple roll through my finger. Evelyn moans with pleasure and arches her lower back to push those perky tits up toward me.
I repeat my action with the other tit.
Then I unclasp her bra and twirl it over my head a few times before throwing it to the floor.
With her tits free of any kind of restriction, her nipples harden, and my hands get busy, before my mouth starts to suck on one of them.
“Oh, Shawn,” she moans, and I feel her hands on my back.
I don’t stop. Instead, I let my mouth take turns, moving from her right tit to her left and back again.
By now, she’s writhing beneath and trying to get her body under me.
But I’ve got other fucking plans.
We’ve got the whole night ahead of us, not to mention the rest of our lives.
“How about we take advantage of all the room has to offer?” I say as I leave those delicious tits of hers.
“Let’s just fuck,” she pants and tries to pull me back onto her. “I need that cock inside of me…now!”
I chuckle.
“All good things come to those who wait,” I promise and leave the bed to her growing protests.
“Shawn…come back…babe…please…”
Without a response, I stride to the massive spa bath and run the water.
Seconds later, I can feel her naked body press into mine.
“How about we…you know…” She puts her hands on the edge of the tub and wiggles her ass at me. “Entertain ourselves until this little baby is full?”
It’s too much for my throbbing cock, the way she’s parading that ass in front of me.
Fuck.
I lean forward, hands cupping those tits again and sucking on her ear lobe.
“Oh, Shawn,” she murmurs and pushes herself against my quivering cock.
“Easy, boy. All good things come to those who wait, remember?” In response, my cock twitches, and I fear I might not be able to restrain myself and shoot my next load all over her ass.
Of course, if that were to happen, I could lick it all off her.
“Have I told you how much I love you, Evelyn Tucker?”
“Yes…” She’s arching her back some more, trying her very best to get me to put my cock into her.
“And that I’m going to try for the rest of my life to make up the lost time?”
“You have,” she whispers. “I love you too.”
As I leave her ear lobe and look at the back of her neck, I see tiny beads of sweat trickle down.
My hands are busy massaging and kneading.
“You know how you can start making it up to me?” She’s panting.
“Tell me, babe. How?” Actually, I think I know exactly what she’s after, but I love to hear it from her lips.
“Put that cock of yours into my pussy…now!”
I chuckle.
It feels fucking awesome to be here—Evelyn begging me to fuck her. Briefly, I think back to the first time I knocked on her door a few months ago now: no fucking idea who she was, who I was, and where it would end up.
I must be the fucking luckiest man alive.
“If you’re sure,” I murmur and release her tits.
My fingers find their spot on her hips, thumbs on top, before I enter slowly.
“Yes…”
“You like that, don’t you?” I push deep into her, all the way until my balls are pressed against her ass. There, I stay.
Evelyn pushes against me, wiggling from side to side, urging me on to fuck her.
I love the feel of the walls of her pussy grabbing my cock, massaging it, milking it for its contents.
Part of me wants to stay like this forever: my cock in her as far as it can go. By then, the urge to fuck her wins, and I pull out before ramming back into her.
The water cascades into the tub as Evelyn is hanging onto the edge and I fuck her from behind.
From where we are, we get the view of the entire city, and I feel as if I’m floating on a cloud.
There’s a fire burning brightly in my belly, and the heat spreads outward, reaching each and every one of my nerve cells. It feels fucking amazing.
“Yes…yes…yes…” Evelyn pants and pushes hard against me.
Each and every inward thrust has my balls push against her ass.
At this rate, it won’t take long for me to come inside of her. I try and slow my pummeling—but it turns out my brain’s taking a fucking vacation and left my cock in charge.
The only thing my cock wants to do is pummel in and out of her pussy as hard and fast as possible.
Evelyn must be close to coming, with the walls of her pussy tightening more and more on each inward thrust.
To make sure she gets maximum pleasure, I move one of my hands and reach around her to find her clit.
Slowly, my index finger pushes against it. I don’t move side to side, only exerting pressure.
Her own movement tips her over the edge, and I feel the ripples of pleasure turn into spasms.
She throws her head right back and screams at the top of her lungs. I sure hope this place has good soundproofing.
And just then, my cock throbs, thickens, and unleashes a massive load of warm cum into her.
Muscle tremors rip through me, and I lean forward, trying to push even further into her. My lips caress her neck as I continue to unload my massive load.
When I’m finally done, I pull out of her and pull her into my arms.
“So, Mrs. Tucker, how was that?”
“Not bad for the beginning,” she murmurs, wrapping her arms around my neck. “For the start, at least. Let’s see what else you’ve got in store for me.”
Without another word, I scoop her up into my arms and lift her into the bath tub. Then I turn the tap off and press the button to activate the spa.
The
water starts to bubble violently, and, soon, all I can see is Evelyn’s face amongst a sea of bouncing bubbles.
I join her, and she glides onto my lap.
We look at each other. For a while, neither of us speaks.
It’s just her and me.
The past is in the past, and the future is yet to happen.
All that matters is here and now: the present.
Part of me still can’t believe how lucky I’ve been.
It could have been so much worse and different for the two of us.
Someone is definitely looking after us.
I vow to make sure I never forget to give thanks for all the good life has brought me.
“So,” I lean toward Evelyn. “What else did you have in mind tonight?”
Chapter 38
Evelyn
This is ridiculous.
“Can I take it off yet?” I ask and move my hand toward the blindfold already.
“Nope,” Shawn growls and pushes my hand back down.
“Come on, it’s not fair,” I complain. “Tanner’s not wearing a blindfold.”
I know I sound just like a five-year-old, but I can’t help it.
The day started with Shawn telling me he had a surprise—and to make sure it doesn’t get spoiled, he said I’d have to wear a blindfold. Since we have Tanner with us, I know it can’t be too adventurous.
It won’t involve getting naked in the spa or undressing each other in a deluxe hotel suite somewhere. Unless my imagination works over time.
Maybe we’re going to a fancy resort and he’s booked Tanner into one of those kids clubs these places offer.
As soon as I have the thought, I dismiss it. Shawn would know I’m still a bit wary of letting Tanner out of my sight after the incident at our wedding.
James.
Last I heard from him, he had admitted to trying to kill Shawn, and that he had kidnapped Tanner. Apparently, all for what he called love.
Initially, Shawn didn’t want to give me details. But I’ve got my ways and means. In the end, he gave me the summarized version—minus the gory details.
Turns out James had been in love with me since the first time I met Shawn. Strange way to show love—try and kill someone and then kidnap my son.
I sigh.
“Not much further babe, I promise.” Shawn squeezes my hand. He obviously misunderstood my sigh. No point confessing what I was really thinking. We don’t speak of James any more in our house, not even Tanner.
“It better be worth it,” I grumble and know I can’t master sounding annoyed.
Because I’m not annoyed. How could I be? I mean, I’ve got the love of my life right by my side again. And what wife doesn’t like to be spoilt and surprised from time to time?
“What’s Tanner doing?” I think I know the answer before Shawn gives it to me.
“Playing on his little electronic device.”
Normally, I insist Tanner doesn’t take it when we go on a road trip, but Shawn insisted we make an exception today.
“So, if I ask him to tell me what he can see…” I don’t finish the sentence.
“Not a chance,” Shawn laughs.
I feel him slow down. Either we’re getting close, or he’s getting ready to stop for a traffic light or a stop sign.
What surprise could he have planned, this wonderful husband of mine?
A trip to an amusement park? Unlikely. If it were an amusement park there would be no need to blindfold.
What else is there? He didn’t ask me to take an overnight bag or anything.
In the end, I give up. I guess I’ll just have to sit, grin, and bear it.
“Here we are,” Shawn declares, and I’m about to pull my blindfold off when he stops me again. “Wait, let me help you out of the car.”
Really?
He puts his arm around my waist, and with wobbly feet, I take hesitant steps toward something. I could be approaching the edge of a cliff and have Shawn push me over.
What am I thinking? This is Shawn, not James.
“Here we are,” Shawn says and pulls off the blindfold.
Bright sunlight assaults my eyes, and I blink a few times to be able to see properly. It takes a few seconds for the message to get from my eyes to my brain and process.
It couldn’t be, could it?
“Welcome home.” Shawn hugs me before I watch him pull out a set of keys.
“Where are we, Mom?” Tanner tugs at my hand.
“This, sweetheart, is where your dad and I used to live before you were born.”
I watch Tanner’s eyes grow as big as saucers. He seems to have some trouble comprehending this statement.
“Really?” His little face drops a little.
“What’s the matter?”
His huge eyes lock onto mine.
“If you lived here before me, that means there won’t be a room for me in there.”
Poor Tanner. I love the logic of a six-year-old.
You just have to look at the outside of the house to know it’s huge. It’s two-story. But I guess Tanner can’t see this.
“Do you want to go and check it out?” Shawn comes up behind him and ruffles his hair.
“Tanner’s worried there’s no bedroom for him,” I explain, and Shawn grins at me.
“Go inside and have a look. I think you might find your room upstairs, as well as a games room.”
Tanner takes off. He doesn’t need a second invitation.
“When…how…I…” I’m finding it difficult to string more than one word together.
Emotions are flooding through me. I can’t believe Shawn has done this.
“Come with me,” he takes my hand, and I follow him up the white gravel path.
We stop at the ‘for sale’ sign, which Shawn pulls out of the ground. He takes it up to the front porch and puts it down.
On the porch awaits one of those swing sweats. He pulls me onto it.
“When I first came back to the US and after seeing you on television, I came here, thinking this is where you must be. I mean, this was the address I had been given. Anyway, when I came here, I saw the ‘for sale’ sign. I spoke to the agent and bought it.”
I’m not sure if I should laugh or cry.
“But, why?” I’m still not sure I completely understand.
“I knew I had to have it.” He pauses and looks at me. “It’s hard to explain. But it was the only connection to my old life. And when we got back together, I waited for the right moment, which is now. Take it as my wedding present.”
Instead of an answer, I lean forward to kiss him.
When I pull back, I look out over our house. We were happy here, before Shawn went to Afghanistan.
“I have also been giving some thought to what I might do with my time,” he leans in to nibble my ear. “You know, when I’m not being your sex slave.”
I giggle at this. It’s such an absurd thought. Briefly, I picture Shawn running around the house with nothing but a loincloth, obeying my every command.
“And?”
“With all that I’ve gone through, I want to set up an outreach program to SEALs who’re going through PTSD. I think I can offer them a lot and be a sounding board for them.”
I look at him thoughtfully. It’s just like Shawn to want to do something to help others. He’s always thinking of others and not of himself.
“That sounds great.”
“And of course, there’s Tanner’s baseball team that needs a coach, and a wife who’ll need help with stuff.”
We both laugh at this.
“As long as we’re together, things will be just fine,” I say and kiss him again.
“Mom, Dad!” The front door bursts open, and Tanner appears. “You’ve got to come and look at this.”
Before we can respond, he’s dashed back into the house.
“We better follow before he gets upset,” I say and stand up.
Hand in hand, we walk to the front door. Before I can cross the threshold
, Shawn scoops me up and carries me into our house.
He puts me down inside. I gasp as I look around.
“When did you do all this?”
Instead of a shell of a house, I find an almost fully furnished one.
“Do you want a tour?”
I nod and follow him up the stairs where Tanner is already waiting. I can’t help but wonder what other surprises he’s got in store for me.
Chapter 39
Shawn
I look out the window before looking back at Evelyn and Tanner.
A range of emotions cross her face. I can tell she’s coming to terms with the horror of a war-torn country. If you’re not used to seeing this kind of destruction, it can be a lot to take in.
Tanner’s eyes are just as big as saucers, and I can tell he’s not quite sure where to look. His eyes dart left, right, and back again.
When he sees kids play with a stick and an old tin, his eyes grow even bigger.
“Mom,” he whispers, and Evelyn looks at him.
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Why don’t these kids have toys?”
Evelyn strokes his head. “Not every child is as lucky as you. These people are a lot poorer than we are. And there aren’t as many shops.”
It’s hard to explain what effect a war has on a country, that Afghanistan has a range of problems, none of which can be fixed overnight.
I watch Tanner look at the kids again. They’re laughing.
“Doesn’t Santa Claus visit them?”
Ouch. Fair question.
Evelyn shoots me a helpless glance.
“Of course, he does,” I jump to Evelyn’s aide. “But you have to remember, these kids aren’t exposed to the things you are. Many don’t have television. I bet they just ask for different toys than what you ask for.”
Tanner stays silent for a while and goes back to looking out the window.
It hits me how much we take for granted. I vow to also look into helping a charity who works over here.
The car bounces along the rough road, and Evelyn coughs. “How can people live here in this heat and dust?”
I shrug. “I guess they’re used to it.”
We travel along a narrow gravel road to a small Afghan village.
“So, tell me again about these people we’re going to visit?”
I glance at Evelyn. “After I spent some years working at Doctors Without Borders, I was kidnapped. It took me some weeks before I managed to escape. This family, who has very little, took me in.”