by Xavier Neal
Uneasiness rises in my throat. Immediately I default to my natural playful state, “Being horny?”
“Michael.”
“Extremely horny?”
“Michael...”
On a heavy sigh I sit all the way up and rest my back against her plush cushioned headboard. “I just...I had a bad day.”
“So fucking me was....?”
“A fucking amazing cure.”
She blushes a little at the compliment. Pulling the blanket up with her she sits up beside me. “Tell me. Aside from my epic failure with you, what happened?” I don't answer. My eyes stay focused on her white bedroom door that has her black silk robe hung on the back of it. “Michael.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I grunt, “Can't you let it go?”
Suddenly, there's a shift in the bed and Mandy's naked body is straddling mine, heat radiating off her pussy. My dick starts to grow, desperate to be inside again. She tempts, “Talk to me and he can be...”
“Devil,” I respond. With a shake of my head I deny, “I don't have any more condoms.”
“How are you out of rubbers? That's where your fucking nickname comes from.”
“Consider yourself lucky I have the ones we used last night. Ever since you asked me to do you this favor I have barely looked at anyone else. Fuck even thinking about fucking them.”
Her shoulders drop and her head moves in what looks like confusion. “Is that a joke?”
“No.” With a hard swallow I shrug. “If I'm gonna be your fake boyfriend you at least deserve a faithful one.”
“Is that the only reason?” her voice hints at a tremble.
“Of course not,” I confess before I can stop myself. “You're the only girl I want calling my name. Want in my bed. Want--”
Her lips find mine and my dick nudges the wetness that is obviously ready to welcome me. I think it's safe we clearly both agree that's my dick's new home. Mandy pulls back and I find myself groaning in frustration. “I'll let you have me--”
“I'm out of condoms.”
“And I'm on the pill.” My cock twitches at the invitation. “I'll let you have me without your infamous glove, if you tell me what else was bothering you.”
I gripe, “Fuck. Really? You're a brat you know that?”
“Stop being a child and throwing a tantrum. You want something, fucking compromise.”
Frustrated, I run my hands up her outer thighs and look deep into her eyes. They are swirling with curiosity. I wanna give them everything they're asking for. But I can't give it all. Not legally. Not without costing me a possible bullet to the brain for betraying the oath I took as a HORN member.
“The last foster home I was in, I met a little girl who became attached me.”
“Kids like you?” She sarcastically says and I pop her on the ass. She squeals and lightly coats the tip of my cock. Fuck. How am I supposed to focus when I'm so damn close?
“Her...her name was Khloe. She was 9. She didn't want me to leave for boot camp. She wanted me to save her from a monster. I thought she was a little old to believe in them, but it turned out our foster father was sneaking into her bedroom and touching her.”
“Oh my God...” Mandy croaks. “How did you find out?”
“I caught him one night when I came home earlier than planned from a party,” I explain. “The older children, we shared a room and the younger ones did. A couple nights a week I snuck out at some point to get drunk and laid. I swore I would protect her after I found out. Save her from that hell. So, I tried reporting it before I left. They were supposed to investigate but I don't know what happened. She...” the words get lost in my head as the image of 13 year old Khloe pops in my mind. Feeling my stomach crunch causes bile to rise in my throat as my cock deflates from the memory. “She was reported as a runaway, but recently she's been found. That's all I can say.”
“What do you mean that's all you can?”
“I mean, legally, that's all I can say.”
“What does that mean?” Mandy gripes folding her arms across her chest. For several moments we have a stare off, neither able to break eye contact. I watch as the realization slowly sinks in, in which I raise my eyebrows to confirm. “You're not just a Marine are you?” I don't answer. “You can't answer that question can you?” Nothing. “That's why you keep weird hours. You're like secret ops or something aren't you?” My face remains emotionless. “You can't answer me can you?”
“I'm a Marine.” The bottom line is that's all I can state. But even that's a lie. I'm not a Marine any more. On paper, yes. But that's all. I'm a Jacket. One in few. Sometimes I miss the simplicity that came with just being a cog in the machine rather than one of the vital pieces that it can't fucking operate without at all.
“So that's what's got you all in your own head. This little girl?”
I nod. “I failed to save her once. I won't fail to save her twice Mandy.”
“And you won't.” She kisses my cheek. My jawbone line. The spot beside my ear. In a whisper she assures me, “You'll save her just like you're saving me...” Her tongue teases my earlobe and a rush of desire shoots through me to my dick like an instant bump of cocaine.
Digging my fingers into her thighs I growl, “Keep it up and it won't be slow.”
“Since when do we do anything slow?” the giggle is followed by her planting herself roughly on top my cock.
“Fuck,” is all that I'm able to say as my face lands in her tits that are right there waiting. Mandy lifts her body up and sinks further down while my hands grab her boobs roughly. Teeth nipping at her nipples. The incredible feeling of the slick moisture swallowing my cock is like a fire engulfing a house in flames. It burns. It's all consuming. It's fucking amazing and destructive. My dick nudges the right spot to get a whimper and I have to fight back coming like I'm still 15, just thankful anyone wants to touch my cock. Mandy picks up the speed of her bouncing and I coil my arms tightly around her flushing her body against mine.
“God Michael.” She drops her head on my shoulder before she calls my name again. There's an unfamiliar declaration in her tone as she says my name. It has hints of something more than sexual satisfaction. Something more than momentary ecstasy. Almost like a read between the lines that I belong to her. In her life. That I really am the one saving her.
21 Days Til The Wedding
“And you just had to drive?” Mandy gripes slamming her car door as I push off the side of mine.
“Yes.” I flatly answer. “I'm....in training so I could have to leave at any time.” HORN has color codes for the amount of alert we're expected to be. In cases like the one we are facing now, we're expected to drop everything on command and be there. Not always the easiest thing like if you're dick deep in pussy, but an expectation not to be challenged.
“You're lucky all your secrets are hot.” She points her small black clutch at me.
“Luck has nothing to do with that baby.” My arms slide around her waist at the same time my lips drop to her neck, hopelessly addicted to having any piece of her I can. Whenever I can. After the sexual tension dam broke, a little over a week ago, we've hooked up a few more times, but no more sleepovers and no more sexual encounters at her place. We've defiled every room in the apartment besides Lordy's room, but excluding his door. While she took both of those things away from me, she's still letting me fall into her freely. No wrapping. And that is almost worth giving up the other two things.
“Ugh,” she tries to groan but it slides into a moan when my tongue lightly touches the sweet spot on her neck. “Michael...”
“What?” I chuckle pulling back.
“Stop.”
“It's hard.” I wink. Mandy shoves an elbow into my side. “Totally worth that.”
“You're a pain in the ass.”
“I put that pain in your ass. Who knew you liked to be spanked so much?” Mandy bites her bottom lip seductively. “I will say I do like being told what to do in the sack more than I thought I would. Spank me harder. G
o deeper. Get on your knees and--” She shoves her lips against mine successfully ending that sentence.
Our tongues roll around aggressively leading me to pin her against the outside of her parents’ house. Without my asking, she widens her stance, and allows my hand under her dress. Instantly I slip my fingers into their favorite temptation. My favorite temptation. Mandy's mouth drops from mine to let out the pants that are increasing. She wraps her leg around my waist increasing the penetration my fingers can provide.
As they pump into her mercilessly, I please her clit while she demands, “Make me come Michael. Make me...”
My ears knock against her ear, “Bossy brat.”
“Now,” she pleads.
I smile and shift my fingers to reach the spot I know will make her fall apart with minimal after. Her breathing becomes ragged as the walls contract harshly around my fingers indicating this half of the ride is over. Mandy slides her leg down my body at the same speed I remove my fingers. Slowly.
“You're good at taking orders.”
“It's what I do,” my cocky response is accompanied with my eyebrows wiggling.
“You should be rewarded...” She leans forwards wrapping her arms around my neck, her tongue sneaking a taste of my top lip. I grip her hips over the outside of her dress tighter. This woman is insatiable and I fucking love it. I've needed her my entire life. “After a drink, what do you say we skinny dip in the pool and do just that?”
Curious I ask, “At your parents’ party? Won't people notice?”
“Shy?”
“No but--”
“Live a little Michael,” she seductively says pulling away from me to open the front door to her parents’ house. Inside, the party is in full motion. Her father decided to have some friends over for drinks and cocktails, hoping to get them better acquainted to his future son in law before the wedding. The two of us head towards the area they're using for entertaining to see men in slacks and sports coats. Most have a glass filled with copper colored liquid in their hand with an equally well dressed woman draped over their other arm. I don't belong here. I'll never belong here. But it doesn't bother me. Knowing that the kind of guy Mandy wants is nothing like them helps. Fuck. Why am I so goddamn honest all the time now?
“I feel like we just entered the movie Clue,” I whisper in her ear. She smiles widely. “Where's Mrs. Peacock?” The smile grows. “Bet you she's boning Mr. Mustard in the library.”
Mandy laughs out loud and hits me with her purse. “Colonel Mustard.”
“I never saw him serve anything more than himself a drink,” the joke makes her laugh again at the same time her father approaches us with a couple of guests.
“My beautiful daughter laughing again,” her father states in what sounds like a pleased tone. “Must be her boyfriend Michael's doing.”
“Yes sir.” I place one hand on the small of her back and extend the other to shake his. “Good evening Mr. Forrest.”
“Call me Donald,” he corrects. “You've earned it.” I smile with a nod. Mandy tightens beside me creating confusion for me. Shouldn't she be happy that he's warming up to me? Doesn't that mean he'll back down off of her? More importantly when she finally lets her guard down and comes to terms with the fact we stopped pretending a while ago, it'll make that transition even easier. “And I'd like you to meet Frank Miles and Peter Craig. We work together on different business endeavors. They're practically Mandy's Godfathers.”
“You're sure you're not in the Mafia?” I playfully joke and her father laughs openly, the sound so strong and full of life it reminds me of his daughters. Shaking the guests’ hands I greet them, “Gentlemen.”
“So I see you've met baby sister's Marine,” Melissa appears on the other side of Mandy.
“You're a Marine?” Peter questions stroking his white beard.
“Yes sir.”
“What a respectable job.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Not your usual type,” his comment shoots to Mandy. “Not a biker. Or bar scum.”
“Or a juggler,” Melissa snickers pulling her wine to her lips.
“He juggled flaming objects!” She bites at her sister. “And you slept with him when we broke up!”
Okay. Let's make a note to self now to discuss past lovers after this.
“Girls,” Donald fusses. “Behave.”
“She started it,” Mandy mumbles and I grip her side tighter in hopes of reminding her she's not in this alone.
“How did you two meet?” Frank questions.
“Friends,” I answer politely.
“You have friends?” Peter sounds slightly surprised.
“Of course I have friends!”
“I've never seen you with friends,” he hums out having a sip.
Mandy's face begins to darken. In a low grumble she states, “I. Have. Friends.”
“Well I'll be the first to say it's nice to see someone finally taming her,” Donald speaks up. “It's a relief. Never pegged her for being the type to give up the fast and free life for the comfortable and committed. I must say I've started to sleep better at night with you in her life Michael.”
“Less risk of a heart attack,” Peter jokes.
I open my mouth to reply when Mandy slightly shoves me away. “Ugh. I need a drink.” And with that line she pushes past the men and heads towards the kitchen area.
“Well at least she's still feisty.” Frank smirks.
“Might get that heart attack after all,” Peter chuckles.
With a short smirk, I say, “If you gentlemen will excuse me, I need to go check on her.”
They part and I squeeze by. A couple feet away from her father there's a sharp tug on my arm stopping me from moving any further. “Michael wait.” When I turn back Melissa let's go of me. “I suggest giving her space.”
“Why?”
“Because that's what she wants.”
“How do you know?” I snap quietly. “You barely speak to her unless it's to embarrass her in front of your parents.”
“I know her.”
“No.” My voice raises slightly. “I know her.”
“I really know her. I know her better than anyone else. Even you pretty boy. I know her better than she's willing to admit and fact of the matter is she's not...” the end of the sentence fades as she struggles with something internally. “That girl. She's not one who likes her freedom taken from her. She doesn't make commitments. She doesn't like to be told what to do and most importantly there's something hard-wired into her brain at the first glimpse of approval from my father that sends her running for the hills.” Confused but intrigued I continue to listen. “Mandy learned early in life, she would get more of his attention by misbehaving than she ever would following his long list of rules. He already had one daughter he was praising for doing exactly what he wanted, you really think he would praise the other with as much enthusiasm for doing the same thing? No. Mandy learned the more rules she broke, the more she did whatever it was he didn't want, the more he had to pay attention to her. It's an old habit that has yet to die.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“I'm trying to politely warn you because I can see it in your eyes. You're in love with her when you shouldn't be. Don't. Get. Attached. You'll just end up hurt.”
I don't reply, but the warning doesn't just pass me by like I expect it too. Turning, I head the direction I saw Mandy scatter with a sinking knot in my gut. Her sister has to be wrong. Mandy told me I was saving her. You can't save someone who doesn't wanna be saved. You can't save someone who doesn't wanna get attached. She's wrong. She has to be.
20 Days Til the Wedding
“I need advice,” I declare at the end of my work out folding my arms across my chest.
“If it's still burning, go to the doctor,” Grim replies on another crunch.
“Not that kind.”
“No you shouldn't use the condom if you put it on the wrong side the first time,” Lordy explains.
/> “Not that kind either. However I did already know that.” I point at him. “We've discussed that.”
“That's pathetic that had to be discussed.” Grim shakes his head.
“They don't teach you that in sex-ed,” I justify.
“Did you pay attention in sex-ed?” He counters.
“What do you need?” Lordy drapes his towel around the back of his neck cutting off the pointless argument I needed to distract from the anxiety that's been eating at me since last night when Mandy basically cold shouldered me for the rest of the party.
“I think I'm in love with Mandy,” the words pour from me forcing Grim to cease his movement and sit up completely to let his arms dangle on top of his knees.
“Ya think?” Lordy tries to not laugh. “Are you fucking kidding me? You've been in love with her from the first time she told you no.”
“I don't like to be told no.” I shrug.
“We know,” Grim grunts.
“And I haven't been in love with her that long.” I have. Pathetic as that is, I have. From the minute I met her something inside me felt different. A longing was planted from the moment she opened her mouth and hasn't stopped no matter how hard I've tried to keep it buried.
“Yes you have.” Grim argues. “And we've been warning you that long that that's what's happening.”
“What advice do you need?” Lordy cuts in.
“Should I tell her?” Not waiting for a reply I continue, “I mean I should fucking tell her right? Chicks love to hear that kinda shit. Right?” My eyes cut between them. “Grim?”
He holds his hands up in surrender. “I'm not allowed to give any advice on this fucking topic.”
“What?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“1. I have been telling you from the beginning that this would happen and instead of listening you act like a goddamn infant who doesn't understand the words coming out of my mouth. 2. I lost my fucking mind falling in love with Haven. I said shit I never thought I would and did things I never pictured myself fucking doing. So no. I'm not allowed to voice my opinion on it. Lordy?”