by Amanda Boone
They did not say a word as they walked up the pathway together, Chayla slightly behind him as he unlocked the front door. Charles turned towards her and grabbed her gently helping her through the threshold. She wound her arms around him and hugged him close. For a moment, he didn’t know if she was going to let go. “Thank you. I seem to have to say that a lot around you.”
Chayla pulled back, her cheeks hot from the touch. It was not hard to remember what they had started the night before. She could almost forget everything else when his lips were on hers. Charles bent down and took her face in his hands, kissing her gently. Chayla melted against him and moaned softly in his mouth. Charles was losing focus, so he pulled her away. “I think we need a drink and a conversation Chayla. And if I touch you again, we will get neither.”
She followed him into the kitchen. The drink seemed to be for him and she admittedly could use one herself. Chayla wanted the sexual healing she knew he was capable of. He kept changing in front of her eyes. First he was a strong soldier and then a mercenary of mysterious origins, as well as some sort of business man. Lastly, a troubled man with a past that haunted him, much like it did her on the nights she allowed it.
There was also a question of if she even wanted to know more. When he looked back at her with those slate-colored eyes, she moved forward and took the offered drink. Chayla needed to get to know him better.
A fiery gulp dashed away any remnants of her sleepiness or muddled mind. She coughed a little, not quite ready for it. Chayla laughed, “Wow that is strong. What is it?”
“Very old scotch.”
She took another sip, more tentatively that time. It wasn’t as bad the second time around. She looked across the counter at him. “So?”
“Yes. Well hell, this seemed easier in my head. How much did you hear?”
“I never saw you until we were in the car. That guy ranted and raved a lot about you. Not much of anything good I can tell you. Is it true?”
Charles nodded his head, though he took another long drink before he continued. “Yes, but I am sure he has skewed it in his head after all this time. I killed his father, had to and then he killed my wife Beth. The call was about Dominic and that is why I had to leave.”
The man’s name was lost on his tongue. It didn’t carry the same feeling as it had before. He tried to gauge her reaction. There was something akin to acceptance in her eyes and it amazed him how easily she seemed to process the last few days. “Well then. Is he away?”
Away could mean so many things. He nodded and grimaced with the taste of more of his own medicine. “You will not have to worry about him anymore. This I promise you.”
“Anymore arch enemies that I should know about?”
He looked over at her surprised. “Sorry, too soon? Have to make light of it or it will drive me crazy. I feel like you may need more time than I do Charles. I wish there was some way that I could make you feel better and forget for just a little while.”
She already had, though she didn’t know it. Setting the glass down, he moved around the counter towards her. His kiss made her eyes flutter shut and then he grabbed her up, setting her on the counter. “We need to check your head first.”
“I’m fine Charles. Fit to play.”
Chayla laced her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. His mouth was insistent and her thighs wrapped around his hips. She had no intentions of letting him go. Charles quickly lost the battle as his lips and tongue pulled him in.
Charles lifted her up and she clung to him as he walked her to his bedroom. Her lips continued to suckle and lick on him. Their contact broke as he threw her down onto the soft mattress. His body covered her immediately, his hips pushing her further down onto the soft surface. Charles was ready and it was clear by the hardness pressing against her. His mouth and hands felt everywhere, touching and caressing her soft curves that moved beneath him.
Chayla was done waiting, afraid that his phone would ring and send him away. Her hand went between their bodies and she gripped his hardness in her hand, squeezing enough to make him growl. His teeth grazed against her neck and she started to rub his shaft slowly through the barrier. She whimpered and rubbed her panties against his length. The skirt was up on her waist, leaving her lower half bare save for some wet panties from before.
Each time her hips rose up to meet his length, Charles grew more restless. Finally he moved her hand away and then nipped at her hard nipples through her shirt. She was gagging with need and was not ready to wait any longer. His mouth was moving down her body and was moving towards the top of her thighs, dangerously close to her sensitive need.
“Please I am ready. I want you now.” Her thighs closed, denying admittance and she pushed him back on his heels. Chayla was more than ready and all she could think about was unleashing the fat cock she kept feeling. Her hands went to his front as he sat up. She didn’t even try to both with his shirt. She was clear about what part of him she wanted at that moment.
He moved back and stood at the edge of the bed. His hands were steadier and he was quickly pulling down his pants and boxers. When he stood back up, his length pointed towards her, begging for touch. Chayla had to touch him, her finger grasping the silken rod. He moaned and spurred her on. She moved her mouth closer, taking a lick of his salty head. Engulfing the tip in her mouth, his groan made her panties even wetter. She squeezed her thighs together to dispel the throb, but it seemed to do very little good.
Her mouth took in as much of him as she could. When he hit the back of her throat, she would contract her throat muscles and wait for the resulting grunt or groan. Chayla wanted more and she pushed him as deep as she could. She was soaked and dying for penetration, though strangely drawn to the feel of him against her throat. Chayla was unable to stop, the taste of his desire intoxicating. He finally pushed her away with a grunt and moved back on the bed. His body covered hers, grabbing her and pulling her back towards the middle. Her legs opened in invitation, dying for his length. “Please Charles. I need you inside of me.”
The words felt wrong after going so long without them. Words seemed out of place with the moans and groan of need taking over the space. His hand went underneath her skirt and ripped her undies off in his eagerness. It sent more fluid to her core and she lifted her hips up. Finally his skin was on her slickness and she whimpered with the contact. His eyes held hers for a moment before he bent down to kiss her, his length pressing deep with the action.
Chayla saw stars behind her eyes, her walls stretched as he filled her full. She gasped as his mouth moved over hers to take away the sound. She clenched him hard, his cock throbbing deep inside of her. Charles started to pull out slowly, her pussy gripping his length as he left her. Plunging forward again, her thighs moved wider and higher, loving the new position that it brought. His cockhead pushed against her womb, filling every space that she had to offer.
“Oh God Chayla.” Charles tried to keep it together. Her silken folds sheathed him in wet, heat and suffocated his length as she squeezed him gently with her quim. Chayla’s eyes were closed, her lips pursed. He kissed her softly, while his fat cock piston in and out of her deeply. Chayla’s nails bit into his shoulders as he pushed her higher than she had been before. Her body tense and her insides milked him as he gritted his teeth to the pressure around him. It had been so long and she felt so good.
Then she was screaming his name, thrashing underneath him as the hot ball inside of her started to melt down. Her muscles contracted and then release overcame her. It was too much for the man and he slammed forward in a blur, his own bliss just out of reach. He jerked her ass closer and slid deeper into her abyss. “Chayla, yes. Oh fuck.”
His blast of seed was hot and she cried out with another wave of pleasure. Her hips were the ones moving, desperately trying to get more of his softening cock. Charles finally pulled out and lay next to her, breathing hard.
Chayla was not finished and she grabbed his still-hard length and climbed over his bo
dy. She settled down on top of his, groaning as he filled her. It felt too good to stop and Chayla started to move her hips slowly, squeezing him back to life. It grew inside of her, soon thrusting deep against her bottom. Her eyes closed and she touched her stomach where it pushed outward from his inner penetration. Charles moved his hand to hers and moved her fingers to her quim. They rubbed together, the dual stimulation bringing her to new heights.
She was soon lost to his upward rutting and playful hands, tugging on her dark tips. Chayla tried to keep up, but her body practically collapsed against him when another wave of bliss moved over her. She slid off of him before he was finished and Charles mounted her from behind, pulling her ass high to slide back in.Chayla moaned and buried her face into the mattress as his body slammed her over and over again from behind.
When he finally pulled away and released her, they were both breathing hard. She nestled against his chest and was quickly asleep, wrapped in his safe arms. Sleep took longer for Charles, holding her tightly against his chest. He felt like he had been given a second chance and he was never going to let her go.
THE END
The War Within Himself
A Military Romance
(A standalone book)
The War Within Himself
As the miles closed between Luke and the town at the end of the gravel road, he let out a relaxing sigh. Man, was it nice to be home. After almost a year in the desert, he craved the greenery of the open fields that were all around him. He had always loved his small hometown, but it wasn’t until he went away that he realized exactly how much.
He smiled as he passed the Reynold’s farm, where he got his tires stuck trying to sneak their daughter out in the middle of a rainy night. Boy, was her dad mad when they reluctantly had to fess up and ask for him to pull Luke’s truck out. A few minutes later he passed the pasture where his two best friends and he had hosted the county’s largest bonfire. It had lasted almost a full hour before the cops had shown up.
It was as if each mile held a memory from his past, and he loved relishing in each one. After just a few more minutes he pulled up in front of the old dusty coffee shop in downtown Abilene, KS. It all still looked the same as it always had. The old repurposed tables were paired with unique mismatching chairs that made the whole place feel like your grandmother’s house in the most comforting way. This place always felt like home to him, although he could never put his finger on exactly why.
“Luke? Luke Crawford?” a familiar voice called from behind him. At the sound of her voice, his heart skipped a beat in his chest. He turned to see Serena with her beautiful blond hair flowing over her perfectly tanned skin. She looked even more beautiful than the last time he had seen her, if that were even possible. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Quickly clearing his throat, he said, “Serena.” She flashed him a gorgeous white smile and hastily closed the gap between them. In her always-excited manner, she bounced toward him and wrapped him in a hug.
“How are you? I had no idea you were back! How long have you been back? Are you okay?” She rambled on in the old manner that he had always found adorable. Holding him at arm’s length with concern heavy in her expression, she looked him up and down.
“A lot of questions at once.” Luke laughed.
“Sorry. Do you have plans, or would you want to sit for a bit? Catch up some?” The excitement in her voice made it impossible to tell her no. Plus, he could finish unpacking anytime.
Luke gave her a crooked grin and nodded, not able to find the words to say in her presence.
“Can I have a black coffee and a caramel latte, please?” Luke asked the young girl behind the counter. After paying, he turned around to see Serena beaming.
“You remembered,” she breathed. All the feelings from high school came rushing back, and she felt like a young schoolgirl again as her cheeks burned with flattery.
“Course I remembered. It’s the only way I could ever get you out of bed to go hunting with me at the crack of dawn. I swear you could smell it before I pulled into your driveway.” Luke’s face cracked into a smile as he made his way over to one of the old, worn tables that faced the street outside. Following close behind, Serena sat across from him with the same adorably charming smile that she always wore.
“So, how have you been? How long have you been back? How long are you staying?” she rambled. Luke tried his hardest to suppress his smile. “Sorry, you know how I get.” She laughed. “Let’s start with: How are you?”
He blinked hard, trying to swallow down the words he really wanted to say. She had always been so sweet and innocent; she had always believed the best in the world. He had spent so much time trying to protect her from the way the world really was that he knew without even thinking about it that he would lie to her again today. “I’m great.” The second the words left his mouth, he cursed himself silently for being too upbeat. She would be able to smell the lie from a mile away. “Been all right, I suppose,” he added, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice.
Her brow furrowed slightly with concern. “You sure? Everything’s been okay?” Luke nodded, trying to convince her that he was all right. “How was…?” Before she could finish her sentence, she thought better of it and let it trail off.
Luke gave her a comforting smile and said, “It’s okay to say it.”
“How was…Iraq?”
“Pretty much how’d you imagine.” Realizing how harsh the words had come out, Luke added, “But I’m all right. How have you been?”
Trying to break the awkward tension between them, Serena said, “Better then Ben Hamilton. Did you hear he got arrested…again?”
“Again?” Luke laughed dramatically, widening his eyes. “What for this time?”
“I think public nudity again.” The way Serena said the words so casually made Luke burst with laughter. He had forgotten how much fun she was to be around. She had a way of lifting the tension in any situation. She always knew how to make him laugh.
“Oh! My favorite couple!” an older woman carrying a tray said as she approached the couple. Her little gentle voice felt like home. It reminded them both of the many nights they had spent together through high school in this very spot.
“Mrs. Kiplins!” Hastily, Luke got to his feet and wrapped her in a gentle hug. “It’s been a long time.”
Holding him at arm’s length, she pinched his cheeks. “You haven’t changed a bit! I am so glad to see you back here.”
“I’m glad to see you too.”
“I knew you two would get back together!”
“Oh…” Luke said as his eyes darted awkwardly between Mrs. Kiplins and Serena.
“We’re not a—” Serena began before Mrs. Kiplins cut her off.
“Well, I’ll leave you two be! I don’t want to take up you time together. I hope to see you again soon, sweetie.” She scurried off, smiling to herself, before they were able to correct her.
Serena let out a forced laugh. “I’ve told her several times that we aren’t a couple, but she refuses to believe it.”
“This did use to be our spot.” He thought fondly back over all the late nights they had spent in this coffee shop dreaming of what their futures would hold, thinking they had it all figured out.
“A lot has changed since then.”
“Not this place,” he said, looking around him. “This place stayed the exact same.” He could almost see them sitting there a few years earlier, her same blond hair in a ponytail on top of her head and his shaggy, unkempt hair that he had thought made him look cool. The town doctor’s smart, beautiful daughter and the poor farmer’s son; he never knew what she saw in him.
“I miss it sometimes.”
His heart jumped in his chest at the thought of her missing him. “Miss what?”
“Everything,” she said, although her eyes said so much more. They silently pleaded for him to say something more, to tell her that he missed her too, that he had never stopped thinking of her.
“Me too.” Everything she did was beautiful. Even as she sipped from her coffee cup with both hands wrapped around it, he couldn’t help but notice how enticing each motion she made was.
“Oh, crap!”
“What?”
Looking at her watch, Serena scrunched her nose. “I’m late to meet Kelsie. We’re going wedding dress shopping today.”
“Oh yeah. I heard she was getting married. Tell her congrats for me.” As Serena hastily stood and threw her purse over her shoulder, Luke stood with her. “Nice catching up. I’m sorry it has to end.”
“Maybe it doesn’t.” A sweet smile spread across her face as she ran her hands unconsciously through her hair. “Luke Matthews, would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?”
“Are you asking me out?” He shot her a devilish grin.
“Maybe I am.”
“I’ll pick you up at six.” She lingered for a moment longer before heading for the door. He watched her unwaveringly until her car pulled down the road.
*
His mom sat the grilled cheese sandwich before him with the crusts cut off, as he had eaten it when he was a kid. Although he had been on several tours to Iraq, his mom had a way of denying that he was old enough to be a man yet. “Thanks, Ma.”
“How was town?”
“Good. Ran into Serena.”
“You did?!” The excitement rose with the pitch of her voice. “How was that?”
“Fine. We’re going to dinner tomorrow to catch up.” He tried his hardest to sound casual, but his mother knew him to well to not hear the excitement he was covering up.