She’s been making eyes at me since my first day so I’m instantly suspicious of this visit.
“At ease, Airman. What can I do for you?” I ask.
She drops her salute and smiles brightly as she approaches my desk.
“I just wanted to see if there’s anything I can do to help you settle in, Sergeant. To make you feel more at home here at Turner.”
“I… appreciate that,” I reply slowly, trying to find appropriate words. “I’m settling in just fine, thank you.” My eyes flicker to the nametag on her uniform which reads HOLLAND, but I also notice her jumpsuit is unzipped down to the center of her chest.
As she starts leaning over my desk, her ample cleavage is barely held back by her uniform and is threatening to spill out.
“Some of us from the squadron are heading down to the Delta Breeze after work tonight. You should come.”
She says the word come especially breathily and parts her lips before biting her lower one. “I’d love to see you in your civvies, Sergeant Gunn.”
“No, thank you.” I look her squarely in the eye and speak firmly, letting her know this is her last chance to remain professional. “I have a lot of work to do and will be heading home for the night.”
Rather than take the hint to back off, she doubles down on her intent.
“You work too hard, Sergeant.” Holland is bent all the way over my desk now and puts her hands on top of mine as her tits press into the wood. “I’ve seen you at the gym, too. Everything about you is hard. Why not unwind a little?”
I lean back in my chair and pull my hands out from underneath hers.
“Leave. Now.”
“Oh come on, Sergeant-”
“You are dismissed, Holland,” I bark sharply. “And tomorrow you will be transferred to a new squadron.”
“What? No!”
She stands upright immediately and zips up her jumpsuit, her eyes wide with panic.
“I’m sorry! Please don’t tell my husband-”
“I’m not going to say dismissed again, Airman!”
Finally, she runs out of my office and I slump in my chair with my head in my hands. I didn’t need another headache this week.
This was the exact reason why I never hooked up with women in the military. I didn’t trust them as far as I could throw them, and you never knew whoever else they were sleeping with.
In my desk drawer, my personal cell phone buzzed with a call. I yanked it open, expecting yet another pain in my ass but felt my heart swell with relief.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I answer, eager to hear Mia’s voice. It’s been nearly a week since I’ve talked to her.
“Hey, handsome,” she says sweetly. “How are you?”
“Ugh, alright.” I mentally debate telling her about what just happened not a minute earlier but decide against it. “I’m still at work. It’s a bunch of bullshit. How are you?”
“Um, okay.” She seems nervous about something. I can hear her voice tremble a little on the line. “Same old shit here, too.”
“Damn, I miss you.” I sigh as I lean all the way back in my chair, forgetting all about Holland’s tits spilling out over my desk and wishing Mia’s perky ones were right in front of me.
“I miss you, too,” she says. “Actually that’s partly why I’m calling. I have an opportunity to come to California.”
“You do?!” I rock forward to sit up straight in my chair, my heart thundering excitedly. “When? How?”
“This weekend,” she giggles. “And Jessa has some connections through her ex-husband. I can fly over with a special civilian pass.”
“For how long? Wait nevermind, fuck it. I’m not letting you leave once you’re here.”
I’m already planning it out in my head, first with tying her to my bed then figuring out how much leave I can take from work.
“It’ll be just for the weekend, unfortunately.” She sounds nervous again. “I really can’t wait to see you, Adam.”
My smile is reaching from ear to ear. Just hearing her voice was enough to bring up my whole mood, but knowing she’ll be here in my arms again has made my entire week.
“I can’t wait to see you too, sweetheart. You think I’m joking but I’m really not letting you leave. Not until I’ve made you come so hard you won’t be able to walk out of my house anyway.”
She giggles naughtily at that. “Who knows, you might get sick of me pretty soon.”
“Never,” I say solemnly. “The more time I spent with you, the more I couldn’t get enough of you Mia. I mean that.”
“I feel the same way,” she says softly. Again I get the feeling that she wants to say more but doesn’t for some reason.
“You’ve made this good ol’ boy happy as a pig in shit, sweetheart,” I tell her. “I’m absolutely dying to have you in my arms again.”
“So romantic,” she giggles again. “Well, I’ll let you get back to work. I’ll see you this weekend.”
“Have a good night, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”
I end the call feeling a million times better than five minutes ago. My sweetheart always has that effect on me.
When she gets here, I decide I’m going to man up and do the right thing. No matter what I try to tell myself, she means more to me than a week-long fling and I’m going to ask her to be my girlfriend.
Even if we have to be long-distance for a while, she’s the only woman I want. Obviously, tits pressed up against my desk won’t even lead me astray. Plus I know she’ll be happier out here in California, with more hippie vegetarians to connect with, and me.
I just hope she feels the same way when she gets here.
CHAPTER 14
MIA
“Oh my God. Are you kidding me, Mia?”
“No. I’ve seriously never been on a plane before.”
Jessa rolls her eyes so far back in her head, I’m sure she can see the people in the cars behind us.
“How is that even possible?”
“It’s called not growing up as a military brat. Or being married into the military.”
“Well depending on how things go, you’ll probably need to get used to flying.”
“Is it that bad?”
I’m holding my stomach as we pull up to the airport, already nauseous all morning on top of feeling extra nervous about traveling 1200 miles away from home for the first time. Not to mention, while 30,000 feet in the air and in a cramped vessel filled with hundreds of other people.
“Well no, it’s not bad but I’m not one to ask. I’ve been traveling on planes since I was an infant. But if you have issues with heights or claustrophobia, you might not enjoy it.”
“Great,” I mutter. I actually don’t have a huge fear of those things but doing this alone just after finding out I’m pregnant while having no idea how the baby’s daddy will react to the news of said pregnancy, didn’t exactly assuage my fears.
With Jessa’s help, I got my boarding pass printed out at the kiosk then listened to a quick lecture from her about going through security and finding my gate.
“He’ll be waiting for you when you arrive. You shouldn’t have any problems. But just in case you end up in Timbuktu or some other bullshit place, I’m just a phone call away.”
"Thank you, Jess." My eyes well with tears before I can stop them and I pull her into a tight hug. "Thank you so much for everything. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Oh come on now, emotional pregnant girl," she teases but hugs me back tightly. "You know I'd do anything for you. Everything will be okay, I promise. Send me a postcard from California, okay?"
I nod and take a deep breath before heading to the security line and weaving through.
I thought it would be confusing but the process is extremely streamlined. I get through, find my gate, and board the plane without any issues.
Taking off is a bit scary but I watch the safety demonstration with rapt attention and study the safety information card like my life depends on it. When we land a little over
two hours later, I'm ready for the descent after double-checking my seatbelt and taking a few deep breaths.
My nerves return as I step off the plane and walk through the new, unfamiliar airport. I don't have any bags to check and I'm not sure where to go so I just follow everyone else who got off the same flight.
As I slowly descend down an escalator, the next few moments play out like a Hollywood romcom.
I see Adam and my heart stops. He's wearing his blue formal uniform and looks so incredibly sharp and handsome. He's even holding a bouquet of roses.
I'm frozen and the escalator is just carrying me down slowly, closer and closer to him. His smile is just as charming and playful as I remember and it tugs at my heart. For a moment, I forget all about why I came here and what I need to tell him.
My legs finally work when I reach the bottom of the escalator and I speed walk the last few steps to him.
Don't fucking cry. Do not cry.
"Hey sweetheart," he says in his deep, honey smooth drawl as he gathers me in his powerful arms.
"Hey handsome," I reply as I melt against him, feeling like I can finally relax in his solidness as he holds me up.
His mouth rains deep, possessive kisses down on me and I close my eyes, losing myself in them.
It must look like a picture perfect moment to other people watching. The young Air Force couple reunited and kissing, complete with his arms still holding the bouquet behind my back.
"For you," he says, holding them out to me when we untangle.
"What for?" I ask, inhaling their sweet scent deeply.
"For being you," he answers, lacing his fingers through mine as we begin to walk through the airport. "And for coming all the way out here to be with my sad, lonely ass."
My heart swells and my stomach flutters, which brings my attention back to my reason for coming. He's happy now but what about when I drop this bomb on him?
"You hungry, sweetheart?" he asks as we head toward the parking garage.
"Yes. Starving actually," I admit. After throwing up my toast early this morning, I haven't eaten anything in hours for fear of not being able to keep it down.
"Whatcha craving, gorgeous? Aside from me, that is," he smirks. "The two great things about this state are the weather and the endless food options."
"Funny guy," I muse as I kiss him quickly over the center console of his car. "Honestly I'm craving avocados like mad. Like if I had a gigantic bowl of guacamole in front of me, I'd be the happiest girl alive."
"You got it, baby."
We peel out of the garage and into the warm, California sun. Palm trees line the streets and I can smell just a hint of salty ocean spray. I have no idea how far we are from the ocean but we're close enough to feel the cool breeze and I feel like I can get used to this.
That's if Adam still wants me around after finding out I'm pregnant.
He takes us to an adorable small Mexican restaurant with a surprising amount of vegetarian options and the best guacamole I've ever had. I dig into my guac and my veggie quesadilla like I haven't eaten in days while Adam enjoys his chicken tacos.
"I think you'll be proud of me," he says. "I haven't eaten red meat since I came out here. Just chicken and fish on my workout days."
"Really?" I ask through a mouthful of salsa. I have to admit, I am impressed. I thought he was just humoring me by trying out vegetarian cooking but it really seems he’s like incorporating it more into his diet.
"Really, babe. I've noticed a huge difference in my mood and energy. The farmer's market here is also great for fresh produce. We can go tomorrow and cook up a storm." He smiles at me from across the table with his steely cool eyes radiating warmth. "Meeting you has improved my life in so many ways, Mia."
My body floods with a mixture of feelings, mainly love and guilt. I'm still falling for him hard and it seems he's feeling the same way. How will the pregnancy affect his feelings? I don't know how he acts when he's unhappy about something. I don't even know if he ever wants kids.
It's gnawing at me hard. I have to tell him soon.
The nerves in my stomach return tenfold and my appetite disappears. Adam finishes his tacos and I get a container for my leftovers before we leave.
He seems to notice I'm quieter and something's on my mind but he doesn't pry.
"You must be tired, sweetheart," he says, rubbing my neck as we drive to his house. "Flying is always draining. I'll run a hot bath and give you a nice massage. How does that sound?"
"Sounds amazing," I say with a tight smile.
He smiles back as his hand drops to my thigh and squeezes suggestively. "I can't promise it won't get frisky, though."
"Good."
I run my hand along his firm thigh and bite my lip as I see the bulge rising in his pants. Fuck, he looks so hot in his uniform and I've been dying without his touch for three weeks. I need him. I need him on top of me, inside me, and whispering dirty things directly into my brain.
No, tell him first. Don't drag it out. It'll just get even harder to tell him if you wait.
I swallow the dry lump in my throat. I know it's the right thing to do. I have to do it.
But when we get inside his charming, single-story home, his erect cock pressing on my ass and his lips on my neck are incredibly distracting.
“You don’t want to know how many times I’ve jerked off picturing this beautiful body,” he growls hungrily as his hands find my budding nipples. “And now that you’re finally here I just need to sink inside of you.”
“Adam, I have to tell you something,” I blurt out. If I don’t tell him right now, I know I never will.
He immediately loosens his hold and allows me to turn around to face him, a concerned expression etched in his chiseled features.
“What is it, babe? Something wrong?”
I gulp, trying to gather my strength. “Could be, depending on how you look at it.”
“Tell me, Mia.”
With a final breath, I release the burden I’ve been holding all week.
“I’m pregnant.”
CHAPTER 15
ADAM
Mia trembles like a leaf and looks absolutely terrified.
That isn’t what I expected to hear but I’m not angry. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’m relieved.
I reach a hand out to touch her face, gently stroking the apple of her cheekbone with my thumb.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?”
She nods nervously. “I haven’t been to the doctor yet. But I’ve been taking tests all week. I didn’t want to tell you over the phone.”
A grin spreads across my face that I can’t shake. Holy shit, I’m gonna be a daddy!
Mia only looks more confused as I start to chuckle so I wrap my arm around her and draw her into my chest.
“Don’t look so scared, babe.” I kiss her forehead and rub my hands across her back. “I’m not mad. It’s okay.”
“Is it really?” She looks up at me, skepticism still written all over her face.
I crash my mouth against hers in reply, holding her tightly against me. My heart beats with a new vigor, with the excitement of our baby growing between us. Sure it’s not an ideal situation but we’re together, compatible, and due to my profession, the baby will be well-cared for and financially secure.
Mia finally relaxes against me, returning my kisses with equal passion and hunger. We make our way the short distance to my couch and sit down, never removing our lips from each other’s skin.
“I was going to tell you something too,” I whisper against her neck.
“Hmm?” she asks, arching her back deliciously under my touch.
“Be mine.”
I nip her earlobe, eliciting a sweet, sexy whimper from her lips. Her big doe eyes pop open and stare at me.
“Be… yours?”
“Yes, mine. My woman.” I return her gaze intently. “I already only have eyes for you, Mia. No one else compares. You’re the only one I want.” I run my hand across her lower belly. �
��Well, you and our little surprise bundle of joy.”
Her eyes mist with tears and a smile begins to spread across her face.
“So you want us to be together? Like… a family?”
“Yes, sweetheart,” I tell her earnestly. “Move here. Live with me. The baby will have excellent health coverage and will be provided for.” I take her face in my hands and lose myself in the warm pools of her eyes. “And all will be right with the world once I’m waking up next to you every day.”
Mia wipes her eyes and her smile is now as big as mine.
“I’m so happy,” she breathes, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I didn’t expect this to go so well. You and this baby are all I want in the world.” She turns serious for a moment. “Well you two and more avocados.”
“You’ll always have me here,” I promise her. “And I’ll hunt down every last avocado in the world if that’s what my sweetheart wants.”
With giggles and kisses, I lay her back on the couch and press the full length of my body flush against hers. I need her more than ever. Now that I know she’s the mother of my child, I’m even more turned on by her perfect little body. I can’t wait until her belly becomes adorable and round and her tits get even bigger.
“You have too much fucking clothes on,” she pants, pulling at the buttons of my jacket. I’m still in my dress blues and she’s absolutely right.
Between desperate, hungry kisses that hold nothing back, we help each other out of our clothes with the fastest unzipping and unbuttoning we can muster. My uniform is supposed to be folded extremely carefully to not get creases in it but I don’t give a fuck. It’s all over my living room floor and Mia is naked underneath me.
And fuck, she looks amazing.
“Oh my God baby, I’ve missed you.” I kiss her perfect teardrop breasts, rolling my tongue over the tight little buds of her nipples before I slowly kiss my way down. I groan in pleasure against her skin, savoring the sweet, searing warmth of her body heat against me as her nails rake down my back and her thighs squeeze on either side of me.
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