by Ryan Michele
“Brother, I’m so fucking happy you’re home,” Stiff said in my ear as he clapped my back, thumping it hard.
I reciprocated, “Happy to be back home. Damn happy.”
“So fucking proud of you.” He pulled away, sizing me up. “And I think you’ve fucking grown. I can still take you, though.”
For the first time in what felt like forever, I laughed. “Nah, I’m quicker,” I chided, feeling a bit lighter.
“Fuck no. I’ll wipe the floor with you,” he challenged back, slapping my shoulder. I was happy it was my healthy shoulder, because his strength was evident.
“Never,” I threw back, getting a smile from him.
Looking around the space, I was thankful everyone had disbursed and the crowd was down to nothing.
I turned back to my girl. “Can we get the hell out of here?”
Her smile graced her beautiful face. Even rosy from crying, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life. Her dark hair fell to her shoulders, framing her face. The blue eyes I missed for so damn long pulled me in. Damn, I loved this woman.
“Yes,” she said as I bent down and grabbed my bag.
As my brother put his arm around my shoulder, I felt his pride down to my bones. “Party tomorrow night at the club. Figured you’d be busy tonight.” He released me.
“Fuck yeah.” My hand needed a damn break, and I needed to be inside Gabby. All fucking night long.
I grabbed my duffle and stepped out into the Tennessee air, inhaling deeply. I’d missed the smell of home. Trees, lots of trees. I fucking loved trees. I could go a long damn time without seeing sand again … if ever.
Stiff insisted on carrying my bag, and it wasn’t worth fighting over. Besides, I got to hold my girl’s hand as she led the way to her car.
Outside, I stopped dead, shooting my head over to Stiff, who wore a huge, shit-eating grin.
Motorcycles lined the lane of the parking lot where Gabby led us. The United States flag and Marine flag were prominently displayed on the backs of two of them.
I looked at the leader, Spook. He’d been one of my brother’s best friends for what seemed like forever. He gave me a salute, as did Bosco, Boner, Dawg, Hooch, and several of the other guys. Fucking hell.
“Thought you needed an escort home,” Stiff told me.
“You prick. You want me to fucking do something stupid like fucking cry so you can hold it over me for years to come. Ain’t. Fucking. Happening.” Even if it felt damn good inside that his brothers in Vipers Creed were honoring me in their way, I would never shed a tear. That was just pure stubbornness. It didn’t have anything to do with macho bullshit. It had to do with my brother never letting me live it down. And he’d be up my ass all the time about it. No thanks.
I lifted Gabby’s hand and kissed it. She had fresh tears. The damn woman was going to float away at this rate.
We stopped at a Chevy Impala, and Gabby remoted the locks open with a beep. I missed the old truck we had, but it had broken down, and she’d needed something reliable.
“Love it, baby.”
She shrugged. “It gets me from here to there.” She opened the trunk, and we loaded up.
“We’re going to follow you to your place then veer off. You and me, we catch up tomorrow night at the club. Of course, your girl can come,” Stiff said.
“Good thing, ’cause I’m not sure she’s going to be out of my sight.”
He lifted his chin. “Make good use of your time.” He chuckled.
“Unlike you, I know what to do with my dick,” I retorted.
“You little shit.”
“Okay, as much as I love seeing you boys go at each other, can I please take my man home?” Gabby said from beside me.
I pulled her in close and kissed the top of her head.
“You get this out, but you’ve got it comin’ to ya,” Stiff said as he moved to his bike.
I gave the guys a salute then climbed in the passenger seat. I knew the address of where Gabby moved to, but I’d never been there, and I was on restriction from driving. I understood driving here would be different than overseas, but I could have handled it. Then again, I wouldn’t dismiss a direct order, either. It was only for a week, anyway.
As we rode through town, every once in a while, the guys behind us would start blaring their horns and revving their engines, drawing attention from the people on the streets. It was strange, yet it was the best fucking welcome home.
The guys rode with Spook in the lead then staggered two by two. I tagged my brother right away.
We pulled up to a small ranch-style house with tan siding. Little bushes of flowers and plants lined it with a huge oak tree out front. Gabby pulled up to the garage as I turned and watched the guys drive by, waving to each. Then I looked back at the house.
We lived in an apartment when I first joined the Marines. Gabby stayed there for quite some time, but she wanted to move to a house closer to base. The thought was we’d stay near base in case I was called to duty. Uncle Sam had another idea and medically discharged me.
“You did good, Gabby.” I loved it when I put that broad smile on that face. It was strange in a way. She was so familiar yet different. More woman than the shy kid I had fallen for back in high school.
“I was so nervous you wouldn’t like it. I can’t wait—”
“Baby, you can show me every damn thing in this place after I fuck you. A lot. So maybe in a couple of days or a week, we’ll come out of the bedroom.”
She laughed and bit her lip. I missed that shit so damn much. “Alright big man. Gonna show me what I’ve been missing?”
“Fuck yes. House. Now.” My granite cock urged me out of the car and searched out Gabby.
Fuck, she looked good. She’d always had a killer body, but these past two years, she’d really filled out. Tits and ass. Fuck yes. Her wide hips turned me on so damn much. Fuck, I needed to be in her.
She raced up to the front door, fiddling with her keys then opening it. I kicked the door shut, locked it, and then prowled toward my girl. I slammed my lips to hers as she jumped up and wrapped both her arms and legs around me.
“Bedroom,” I mumbled, feeling the pain in my shoulder but ignoring it. It came and went, and I dealt. Out on missions, I went days without feeling anything because my life depended on it. I could go longer for Gabby.
She ripped away quickly. “Down the hall, second door on the right.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice; I was already striding that way, paying zero attention to anything else. I didn’t give a shit what the walls looked like, carpet, furniture—nothing. All I gave a shit about was being in my woman.
I fumbled just a touch, not realizing the door wasn’t fully open, then found the bed immediately.
I pulled away. “Baby, this has to be hard and fast. I’m not gonna last long. But then I’ll take you slow all night long.”
“God, yes please.”
“Clothes off.”
She scurried, ripping her clothes from her body, and while I wanted to love every inch of her voluptuousness, I was about ready to burst and wanted it to be inside her heat.
I DOVE HEAD FIRST between my girl’s legs, gripping her thighs and placing my hands under her ass. Her taste exploded on my tongue as she screamed out. I couldn’t do gentle. No, I couldn’t do anything but suck, nibble, and lick in rapid successions. Knowing I’d come as soon as I was inside her, I needed to get her off just once before I plowed deep.
Her legs trembled in my hands as her moans filled the room. Damn, I loved that, had missed it. Those sounds helped me jack off more nights than I cared to remember. I loved serving my country yet fucking hated being away from Gabby.
Gabby’s hips bucked violently as a cry tore from her lips, her pussy clenching as she rode out her orgasm. Yep, I’d missed this fucking shit.
I rose and impaled myself into her hot heat while she squirmed under me, adjusting. I trusted my girl, just as she trusted me. I’d seen many men fal
l off and take a woman here or there. Not me. My dick stayed in my pants or my hand. I wasn’t saying I hadn’t been fucking tempted, because several occasions I was. A lot. More than I would ever tell Gabby. But no way in fuck I’d do that to her.
We’d given each other our word, and my word was and always would be my bond. After seeing the way my mother went from man to man, I admitted I was apprehensive at first, but Gabby had proved to be nothing like my mother. I knew it the moment I met her. That was what attracted me to her.
Her warm heat surrounded me, still pulsing from her orgasm, putting a strangle hold on my cock.
“Baby, I’m not going to last.”
She smiled up at me. “Do it, X.” Fuck, I’d missed her calling me that, too.
I listened, planting myself as deep as possible and holding myself there for a beat while she surrounded me. Then I let it all go, my hips moving to their own drum. It built, and my balls drew up. A few more thrusts, and I came inside of my girl.
I opened my eyes to see my woman focused on me. Those beautiful, deep chocolate eyes sucked me in.
“Fucking love you, babe,” I said, staring down at her.
“Love you, too.” When a tear rolled down the side of her face, I swiped it with my thumb.
“No more tears, baby. I’m here.”
More tears rolled. “It’s been too long. I can’t do that again, Xander. Please don’t make me do that again.”
“I’m out, babe. Not going back.” I had mixed feelings on it. On one hand, I didn’t want to be medically discharged, but on the other, I was done and needed to be with Gabby. She would always be my rock.
She brought her arms around me and pulled me to her body, wrapping her legs around me. “Thank God.”
I lay there, smashing Gabby into the bed. Nope, I wasn’t going anywhere.
I rolled to my side, still lodged inside my girl as I pulled her with me, her arms not leaving my body. She’d told me in letters and email about her time since I’d been deployed. She hadn’t had it easy with going to school and working. I was so fucking proud of her for pulling it all together. She was stronger than she thought, and I admired that.
I never knew missing someone would cut so much. Phone calls and emails just didn’t do it. I’d known it would be hard, but to actually experience it first hand was something I could go another lifetime without. Not seeing Gabby every day, not being able to touch her wasn’t something I’d ever put her or myself through again. I couldn’t.
Gabby wiggled, and my cock stirred to life.
“Keep that up, and I’m going to fuck you again.”
She smiled up at me wickedly. “Oh, yeah?”
I pressed my half-erect cock farther into her tight channel. “Fuck yeah.”
She kissed me, and I took everything she gave. I loved how fierce she was for me, how she always craved me. Even before I left, our sex life had been fantastic. I mean, what man wouldn’t love getting it regularly whenever he wanted with no complaints? Not any man I knew.
She pulled away. “I need to clean up.”
I gave her a quick peck. “Yeah. You’re still on birth control, right?”
Her devilish smirk stirred my dick. “Yeah, babe. We’re not ready for kids yet.”
She lifted herself off me, and I watched her sexy-as-fuck ass walk toward a door. The light flicked on, and I could see it was the bathroom. Nice.
Gabby emailed me pictures of this place, but I didn’t have a lot of time to look at them. Fuck, while overseas, I hadn’t had time for shit except staying alive and keeping my men alive.
Looking at pictures of a house I might never see in person hadn’t been top on the list; telling her I was alive and that I loved her was. Priorities were one of the main things I’d learned as a Marine. Sure, I got it from my brother, too, but in the Corps, it was drilled into you. It became your survival.
Gabby was my top priority now. Now and forever.
She strode back in, her tits jiggling with each step as her hips swayed from side to side. Fuck, she was sexy. She carried a wet wash cloth.
“You gonna clean me up?” I asked.
She knelt on the bed, crawling toward me. Damn, even that one little movement was sexy as hell. “Yeah, baby. Lie back.”
I rolled to my back as she straddled my thighs. The warm cloth touched my cock as she glided it up and down. She said she was cleaning me, but she was really just pumping me. My half-erect cock wasn’t half anymore.
She took over with her hand as she wiped around my groin with the cloth. I placed my hands behind my head, letting her work. I fucking loved this shit.
She jacked me as she cleaned then tossed the rag across the room, and it made a splat noise in the distance. She never stopped moving her hand as she positioned herself between my thighs. She cast her eyes on me as she engulfed my dick in her mouth. It jumped from her heat.
“Oh, baby, that’s so fucking good.” I moved my hands to her hair, threading them through her soft tresses then pulled. “Take all of me,” I demanded, giving her head a push.
She pulled, resisting, but not for long. My cock touched the back of her throat, and as much as I wanted to stay there, at her gag, I pulled out, giving her air.
“Fuck yes, baby,” I groaned out as she licked the head, circling it then gliding her tongue along the slit.
She pulled away, her eyes turned fiery hot. “I missed your cock.”
“Oh, I get it. Missed my cock, not me,” I teased.
Gabby’s face turned serious. “I missed every damn thing about you, Xander. Never believe I didn’t.”
“Oh, baby, I’m just playin’. I know you did. I missed you like hell every damn minute.” To that, I got a smile and my dick back down Gabby’s throat. Words escaped me as she sucked hard, her cheeks going in at the sides. Fuck yeah.
Removing my hands from her hair, I lay back, enjoying the view and the feeling of my woman finally giving me head. It was so damn much better than my spit-covered hand.
She played with my balls, rolling them with her hands, then pressed on my taint. Fire erupted up my spine, and my balls drew up.
“I’m coming,” I said on a gasp as I blew in her mouth, and Gabby sucked hard, wringing every last drop from my body.
I heaved in deep breaths, Gabby seeming to have taken those with my come. She licked me clean, not one drop of my seed escaping her lips. Fuck yes.
She then kissed the head before crawling up beside me. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her securely to me.
We lay there, calm, sated, and fell fast asleep.
MUSIC PUMPED THROUGH the speakers while women and men danced on a makeshift dance floor. We’d come to the clubhouse at Vipers Creed just as Stiff had asked. He’d called earlier in the day, making sure Xander was coming.
I didn’t think Stiff cared much if I came or not, but Xander wouldn’t come unless I did. We’d come to the clubhouse a couple of times before he’d left for the Marines, and I hadn’t minded it. What I did mind were the women who’d tried to hit on my man, and they were plentiful.
Everywhere we’d turned, there were women barely dressed, ready to get down on their knees for Xander. This time was no different.
Even going to the bathroom was a challenge, because when I came back, a woman was close to him, trying to get his attention. While my guy didn’t take to the advances, I didn’t like it. It pissed me off beyond what was reasonable. I had enough gumption to rip her stringy ass hair out of her head and knee her in the nose.
I trusted Xander more than anyone in my life. I knew he wouldn’t go for it, but I still didn’t like women around him. And I knew I wasn’t thinking rationally, but I’d just gotten him home. I didn’t need some skank throwing herself at him.
As we sat by the bar, Xander and his brother laughed and joked, reminding me of times before Xander left, when life was so different.
After graduating high school, Xander and I moved in together in a small apartment. It wasn’t much, but we loved the place.
It was where we made some of the toughest decisions of our lives. And it was ours.
When Xander made the decision to go into the Marines, I was proud yet scared to death. I stayed scared through basic, through deployment, through him getting shot … until I had him in my arms. After our years, I just now felt a little of the pressure leave, though it was still there. Someone couldn’t feel that fear for years and then just have it vanish in a flash.
Having him beside me made it better.
“Hey” A very pretty brunette sat next to me. She had on tight jeans with tears in them and a black Harley V-neck shirt. She was beautiful but didn’t look or come across like the other woman who were vying for Xander’s attention.
“Hi.” Unease crept across my skin like little spiders.
“I’m Trix. The guys call me Trixie. I’m Spook’s ol’ lady.”
My eyes alit. Spook was the president of the Vipers Creed, and the last time I’d been here, he hadn’t had a girl. He sure picked a pretty one.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Gabriella, but most people call me Gabby.”
She smiled wide. “Spook told me about Xander. Glad to have him home?”
I returned her smile, happy. “Yes, so very happy to have him home.”
Trix narrowed her eyes toward beside me, and I turned. Another woman, this time a short-haired brunette with blonde streaks and a rack that was totally bought, came up to Xander’s side. The opposite side of where I was sitting. Dammit.
“No,” I barked out, and Xander jumped next to me, his eyes swinging from me to the woman next to him then back. My eyes stayed on the woman, glaring. I was over this shit. “He’s taken,” I said as Xander put his hand over mine on the table and gave me a squeeze.
“Babe,” he said, drawing my attention away from the woman.