Saved by a Soldier (Love Conquers Life #1)

by Alison Mello

  He spoons me from behind, pulling me close, kisses the top of my head, and says, “I’m so sorry, Patty.”

  I take his hand, giving him a squeeze to let him know it will be okay, and I drift back off to sleep.

  Chapter 15

  Carter

  I’ve spent most of the night watching Patty sleep. I feel so bad that I attacked her in my sleep. I only remember bits and pieces of the dream. I remember being on patrol when suddenly someone grabbed me. I think that’s why I pinned Patty down. I felt like I was being attacked. Although I don’t want to admit it to her, I’m afraid to go back to sleep because I don’t want to hurt her or scare her again. I’m going to have to talk to Derek or someone who’s been in my shoes about ways to have her wake me if I’m having a nightmare. I keep dozing off for short periods of time but when I start to feel myself going into a deep sleep I wake up again. I can’t seem to shut my mind off enough for me to sleep peacefully and I know it’s because I’m worried about her. I love having her in my bed, but I would never forgive myself if I ever hurt her.

  I finally doze off, dreaming about Patty and her hot body until I wake at about seven-thirty in the morning, this time with a massive hard-on. I decide it’s time to wake my princess for some morning loving. She’s lying beside me fully naked and it makes me smile. I glide my hand up her leg, stopping at her sweet pussy. I gently press my fingers through her folds, discovering that she’s already wet for me. It makes me wonder if she was dreaming about me. I lower my lips to her nipple and gently suck it into my mouth. I roll my tongue over it and she moans slightly as it hardens in my mouth. I gently slide two fingers into her now fully soaked pussy. I curl my fingers inside of her, working her up to an orgasm.

  I’m not sure she’s even awake yet until she says, “Good morning to you too.” I continue curling my fingers deep inside her. “My God, Carter, you’re going to make me come.”

  “That’s my plan, sweetie.” I continue to finger fuck her with one hand and I use my other to massage her clit. Her hips start moving in rhythm with my fingers and just when she’s about to explode, I stop.

  “Carter, what are you doing?” She’s panting, upset that I’m making her wait.

  “What’s wrong, sweetie, were you about to come?”

  “Um, yeah,” she says, totally frustrated.

  I start pumping my fingers in and out of her again, but this time I lower my mouth to massage her clit with my tongue. She’s so worked up she explodes all over my fingers as I lick her clit. I can feel her insides tightening around me as she screams my name and rides it out.

  She rolls over on top of me and lowers her mouth to mine in a passionate kiss. She breaks it to kiss her way to my ear, and whispers, “I’m going to ride you. I hope you’re ready.” She then lifts herself so she can slide my length deep inside her. She lifts her ass and slams back down on top of me. I grab her hips and start meeting her thrust for thrust. God she feels so good.

  “Carter, I’m going to come again.”

  “Give it to me, sweetie.” I slam into her one more time and she does just that. Her muscles tighten around me and I find my release. Only after we finish I realize we didn’t use a condom.

  “Shit, Patty, we were so in the moment, we didn’t use a condom.”

  She collapses on top of me telling me that she’s on the pill and that’s the first time she’s ever done it without a condom. I tell her it is for me too and that I can show her all my medical records if she wants. She smiles down at me, “I trust you, Carter, but we should still probably be careful just in case.”

  “I agree, but damn that felt good. You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had.”

  She giggles and buries her face in my chest. I roll her over and tell her I’m not done yet. I start kissing her and we begin round two.

  I finally let her out of bed so we can clean up and get something to eat before we run around for the day. Thanks to the food she picked up yesterday, we have muffins for breakfast. I have absolutely no food in this house. Patty comes into the kitchen dressed and ready to go. I lean in to give her a kiss before I pull out her chair. Removing a piece of paper from her laptop bag she says, “So what do you want to stock in this place?”

  “Food.”

  “Funny, Carter. What would you like for food?”

  “You know, the basics, bread, cereal, milk, soup, eggs.” I bite into my muffin.

  She rolls her eyes. “This is going to be fun.”

  I shrug. “Write what you need for tonight and we’ll decide on everything else while we are there.”

  I can already tell she likes order in her life and not having a list does not show order. I’m the same way with many things but not having a grocery list doesn’t bother me.

  “It’ll be fine.”

  She nods and continues making a list for tonight. “I know what I need for tonight, but you don’t have a roasting pan that’s big enough so I need to pick one up while we’re out.”

  “No problem. We’ll go to that huge grocery store up the street that sells everything. They’re a bit more expensive, but it’ll be worth it to only make one stop.” She taps the pen on the counter like she’s debating something, but of course, I have no idea what’s going on in that pretty head of hers. “Talk to me, Patty.”

  “I guess I’m just a little nervous about tonight. I want things to be perfect for our parents. It’s our first dinner with us all together. Our parents have been friends for years, what if they kept us apart for a reason and this all blows up in our face?”

  “Sweetie, slow down. I’ve spoken to my parents and they’ve made no mention about being upset or having a problem with us being together. Has your father?”

  She shakes her head. “I guess I’m just scared because I’m starting to really like you and dealing with my mom is enough. I want my dad’s support, you know?”

  “I get it, and I promise to be on my best behavior.” I try to give her a playful smile to lighten the mood. I bump her and she looks up at me trying to fight her smile but she’s failing miserably.

  “Let’s get the groceries over with so we can come home and I can make love to you in the shower before they get here.”

  She shakes her head. “You’re insatiable.”

  “Only when it comes to you.” I kiss her on the forehead.

  She climbs off the stool and heads over to the coat closet to get her jacket. On the way out I let the doorman know that we’ll be back shortly. He opens the door for us and says, “Have a good day.”

  ***

  We arrive back to my apartment two hours later with what feels like endless bags of food. We have bought everything from breakfast food, to meat for the freezer, and lunch meat for the fridge. This wonderful woman of mine has made sure I have everything I need to make healthy lunches and make easy stuff for myself if she isn’t here giving me cooking lessons.

  Trying to decide where everything is going to go was a bit harder than I thought. We get everything put away and cleaned up in time for us to relax a bit before our parents come over this evening. I love the take charge attitude that comes from this five foot seven woman with a big heart. As she’s putting the milk, beer, and wine in the fridge, I can’t help but place my hand on her sweet little ass.

  “Carter,” she says, pretending to be frustrated.

  When she turns around, I close the door to the fridge, pinning her against it. “What, sweetie?” Before she can answer I lower my lips to hers and she moans into my mouth. I pull away, resting my forehead against hers. “Thank you again for all of your help.”

  She grins up at me. “You’re so welcome.”

  Rubbing my hands up the sides of her body, I lower my lips to her ear and whisper, “I need to feel you under me one more time before we deal with our parents.” She sucks in a breath in as I gently bite her earlobe and then kiss down her neck to her collarbone. “Please tell me I can have you one more time.”

  She moans as my hand slides under her shirt and squeezes h
er nipple. She grabs my hand and tugs me off in the direction of my room.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  I scoop her up and carry her to the side of my bed. When I place her down in the middle I kick my shoes off and lay on top of her, looking straight into her eyes and thinking about how scared I am that I care for her so much in such a short period of time. I’m afraid to tell her so I decide to show her. I pour all of my feelings into this kiss, hoping she realizes what I feel for her. When I break the kiss to look into her eyes again, she smiles at me and in that moment I feel like she knows just how I feel.

  I lift her shirt and pull her breasts from the cups of her bra so I can suck her tiny pink nipples into my mouth, listening for that sensuous moan I love, and she doesn’t disappoint. I glide my tongue slowly down the center of her flat belly over her belly button to the top of her leggings. I peel them down her body and she lifts her ass to help me get them off. Once I have them off I lick and kiss my way back up her leg until I reach her pussy, then I kiss my way back down the other leg just to be a tease.

  She growls, letting me know she’s not happy and I can’t help but chuckle. “Want something?”

  “Yes, please,” she says in the sweetest voice she can muster.

  I strip off my jeans and boxers, climbing up her body and sticking only the tip of my cock inside her while looking into her eyes. “Is this what you want?”

  She smiles and nods, trying to move her hips so I’ll go deeper inside her. I slowly start sliding my cock deeper and deeper until she’s taken my full length. Her eyes close in pleasure. I gradually pick up the pace and when I know she’s getting close I tell her to open them for me.

  Once she’s looking into my eyes I start slamming my cock deeper into her so she’ll give me what I want.

  “Carter,” she moans, fighting not to close her eyes.

  “Give me what I want,” I growl and she does, her orgasm shaking her entire body. Her pussy tightens around my cock, sucking every last drop of my seed from me.

  ***

  I find Patty in the kitchen going to town chopping onions and getting the pork ready to go into the oven.

  “How can I help, sweetie?”

  She looks up at me with the sweetest smile. “Can you peel potatoes for me?”

  “I can do that.” I get the peeler as well as the potatoes we picked up from the store today and get to work.

  I notice we are silent as we’re doing our thing in the kitchen. It’s quiet, but it’s a comfortable silence. We move well together as we work around each other getting things done. I’m about halfway through the potatoes when I decide we need to try my new surround sound system.

  “Would you like a little music?” I ask her and she simply nods as she’s placing a piece of meat in the pan. After the click of a few buttons we have soft music playing all around us. I go back to finish the potatoes because I know she’s almost ready for them and just as I’m doing the last one she’s rinsing them and placing them in the pan.

  “Just so you know, student,” she says to me in a teasing tone, “all I’ve done is put meat, potatoes, onion, and asparagus in a pan.”

  “What’s next, my sexy cooking teacher?”

  “I bought this packet of seasoning. We need your big measuring cup and you’re going to add the oil and water, then we add this packet, mix it with a fork, and pour it over the top. That’s it.”

  “Really, it’s that easy?”

  “Somewhat. You have to make sure you don’t overcook it because if you do your pork is going to be dry and that’ll suck. We’ll set a timer and we bought a thermometer, so we’ll be fine.”

  “Maybe I should try getting some cookbooks. I’ve never tried doing that before.”

  She shrugs. “I can look for some for you,” she says, opening the oven door and sliding in the foil covered roasting pan.

  “Just the Way You Are” by Bruno Mars comes on and I walk over to her, taking her hand and pulling her into my arms. She wraps her arms around my waist and I start swaying with her to the music, looking into her eyes.

  Although I can’t sing too well, I whisper some of the words to her. I want her to know how beautiful I think she is. She blushes and looks at the floor.

  “Don’t look down, beautiful.”

  “I’m sorry, I’ve just never had anyone talk to me or treat me the way you do. You look at me and see more than the plain, boring book nerd I’ve always been.”

  She looks down again, embarrassed to call herself a book nerd, but I take her chin and lift it so she’s forced to look into my eyes. “There’s nothing plain or boring about you and I’m sorry that no one has ever shown you how beautiful, smart, and sexy you are.”

  She sighs. “I guess I just hadn’t found the right man. I was with Ben for almost a year, but he cared more about how he looked in public then our relationship. I tried so hard to care about him, but he was such a jerk. I slept with him hoping it would bring us closer together, but he never cared about my feelings or taking care of me. It was always about him and his needs. I finally realized that I was with him more for my mother than myself. When he snapped and hit me, that was my out and I took it.”

  I hug her tenderly. “Patty, I know when I jumped on you in bed last night it must have scared you and I didn’t mean to. Please know I’ll never hurt you intentionally like that.”

  She places her hand on my cheek. “I know, and you’re right, you scared me, but as long as you’re working on it I’m okay with that.”

  “Good. Will you spend the night with me again tonight?”

  “Absolutely.”

  I scoop her up and spin her around in my kitchen. She giggles at my playfulness and it’s the most beautiful sound in the world.

  “You make me so happy,” I tell her as I set her back down on the floor.

  “I’m glad, but I need to go change now that dinner’s in the oven.

  ***

  The phone rings. It’s the doorman telling me that my guests are on their way up.

  I look at Patty. “Ready?”

  She nods and there’s a knock on the door. We walk over together to answer it and both my parents and her father are here for our night together. My mom hugs me, gushing over how grown up Patty is and how it’s been ages since she’s seen her. We welcome them in and I show them around while Patty pours wine and beers.

  “Darling, I’m so proud of you,” my mom says. “You have picked a lovely place and you did an excellent job selecting things to put in it.”

  “Mom, I owe a lot of it to Patty. I may have found the place but she helped me pick everything inside of it.” I place my arm around her neck. “She also stayed here while I was at work to be sure the delivery guys got everything here and in place.”

  “You sweet girl,” my mother says. “Thank you so much for helping our son.”

  “It’s really not a problem. I can write from anywhere.”

  “Yeah, Mom, she says that, but she didn’t even write. She washed all my towels and my sheets so they would be fresh for my bed. She’s amazing.”

  “That’s my girl,” her father says, kissing her on the head. “Your mother would have had a cleaning crew in here, but not you. You’ve never been afraid to get your hands dirty. I’m proud of you, baby girl.”

  Poor Patty is blushing from her head to her toes.

  “Thanks, Daddy. You’re lucky I could never stay mad at you long. Mr. ‘I don’t listen and send someone to watch over my daughter anyway.’” I give my father a look and he and Patty’s dad start laughing.

  “What are you talking about?” he asks, playing innocent. “Really, Daddy? You’re still going to go with the ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about line?’” She’s pretending to be mad and failing miserably.

  “Baby girl, you’re my daughter and I will always protect you. If that means being on your shit list for a few days, I’m okay with that.” He hugs her again and she laughs.

  “Sorry, sir,” I say, “she beat it out o
f me.”

  Her father grins. “I’m sure it didn’t take much. Patty has a way with people. She can make them talk pretty easily.”

  “So, Patty, what is this new book you’re working on?” my mom asks her.

  Patty starts to tell my parents all about her new book and how she’s hoping to be done by the end of January so she can have some of the summer off.

  The timer goes off on the oven and Patty excuses herself to check on dinner. I decide to join her to see if she needs help. She opens the oven door and a delicious aroma comes bursting from the oven and suddenly I’m starving. I hand her the meat thermometer so she can check the internal temp. She shows me how the thermometer tells me if the meat is ready or not making, it easier on someone like me who’s learning to cook. Once we determine dinner is done we call everyone into the kitchen so we can eat. We already have everything set up on the snack bar since I haven’t found a dining set I like yet.

  “Carter, are you going to get a dining room set soon?” my mother asks me.

  “I’d like to, I’m hoping I can convince Patty to help me cook Thanksgiving dinner and have everyone here.”

  Patty looks up at me with the biggest smile and I whisper, “I’m sorry, did I put you on the spot?”

  “It’s okay. I’d love to help you with Thanksgiving dinner.”

  “Great. Looks like Thanksgiving will be here,” I say, handing a plate of food to my mom.

  We make the remainder of the plates and I can’t believe how excited I am about getting the entire family together.

  As I sit down my father says to Patty, “Where’s your mother? She couldn’t make it?”

  Patty visibly tenses. “We’re having her over another night. I know there is tension with the three of you so I made it easy for you.”

  “You guys didn’t have to do that,” my mom says. “We would have been fine. Patty, your mom and I were friends at one point but we had a disagreement on ways of life. We’re both polite in the public eye, but just because we are no longer friends doesn’t mean we can’t be civil.”