Soldier's Women

by Megan Ziese

  Soldier's Women

  Chapter Nine

  The next day, pissed off, Nigel decided to head over to his mother’s house for breakfast and a sulk.

  Irene was practically singing when she answered the door.

  “Oh, honey, it’s you. Did you come to talk about anything that happened last night?”

  Nigel was not happy to see that his mother was in a such fine mood. He knew what was going on in her head. She thought that he’d spent the past few nights with Sera because he’d headed out after her when he’d overheard that she was at Fantasia and he hadn’t been back since. Although they had wound up sleeping together, he had decided to let her cool off for a few days before he went to see her again.

  Irene tried to probe for information.

  “How’s Sera?”

  Nigel sat down at his mother’s breakfast nook and started digging in to the plate of eggs and bacon she handed him.

  “I wish I knew. I haven’t talked to her in a few days.”

  Irene tried not to give away any emotion on her face.

  “Does that mean you didn’t go to Fantasia looking for her?”

  “Oh, I went alright, and I dragged her out of that damn club.” He thought about the man who’d accosted them in the parking lot. He decided not to tell her about that. It would only upset her. Nothing had happened. Neither one of them had gotten hurt. There was no need to tell her. “I drove her home and then I went back to my place.”

  He could see that she wanted to know more details. At the moment, he didn’t really feel up to going over everything that happened. He was still trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong himself.

  He changed the subject. “What’s with the big brown box on your front steps?”

  “Sera made went through several online stores and made a list of things she wanted to get for her babies. When I found her registry online, I ordered the crib she wanted.” She paused, an idea suddenly formulating. “You know, I’ve got a lot of things to do around town today, so I’m going to be kinda busy. I don’t suppose you can be a dear and drop it by her house, could you? It would be really nice if you went over dropped it off and put it together. I’ll be that would really make her happy.”

  Nigel looked at his mother in disbelief. He was beginning to think he wasn’t capable of making Sera happy.

  “Trust me. She’s in her nesting mode. She wants to get things ready for when the babies get here. She might not even realize that she’s stressing about it. I’m telling you, it will make her happy.”

  He decided his mother had a good idea. Bringing over the crib would be a good excuse to show up at her door and putting it together would be a surefire way of being let in the house. He could also take food as a bribe.

  He finished up what was left on his plate.

  “Thank you for brunch. You really didn’t have to.”

  “I know, honey.”

  “It was really good.”

  “I’m glad you liked it.”

  “I guess I’m going to take that crib over to Sera’s.”

  “Alright. I’ll see you later.”

  Nigel put his dish in the sink and kissed his mother on the forehead before going out the front door. He stooped down and picked up the crib and hauled it to the garage. After he got it in the car, he got in and headed to the nearest pizza joint, which was right around the block. It wasn’t long before he had his order and was back on his way to Sera’s.

  Sera was surprised when she heard a knock at her door. She stopped typing and saved her work before getting up from her computer desk. She pushed her chair back and got up. There was another knock at the door.

  “Coming. Just a minute,” she called as she made her way out of her home office, located in her living room, and to her front door.

  “Who is it?”

  “It’s Nigel.”

  She really shouldn’t have been surprised. Although she had told him to leave right after they’d had sex the last time, she hadn’t expected him to leave her alone for days. Was it just pregnancy that was making her so crazy or was it him? She debated on whether or not to let him in.

  “I have something for you.”

  “What is it?” she asked through the door.

  “I’m not going to tell you unless you let me in.”

  She grimaced at his blackmail but finally relented and opened the door to let him in. Nigel was standing with a big box by the steps and a pizza box in his hands.

  “Hungry?”

  Sera’s stomach growled. She always got so involved in her work she forgot to fee herself.

  “What kind is it?”

  “I didn’t know what you liked so I got a cheese.”

  She grabbed the pizza he offered and carried it inside to the bar that separated her kitchen from her living room, sitting down to dig in while he brought the box in.

  She was glad he’d brought food. She was a terrible cook.

  Nigel didn’t say anything as he brought the box in and laid it down in the middle of Sera’s living room. He went back outside to his rental car and came in again with tools.

  Seeing that the box that Nigel had brought in had a crib that needed assembling, Sera decided to get closer for a better look. She grabbed the pizza box, which she’d been eating out of, and walked with it over to her coffee table and settled down on her couch to watch him work.

  He opened the box and pulled everything out. As soon as he had everything out of the box, he started sorting the parts.

  Sera grabbed the directions he had tossed to one side when he opened the box and started reading the assembly instructions out loud.

  “Please be sure to read all instructions first. Begin by finding part A.”

  Nigel was a little irritated. He didn’t need instructions to put a crib together. It wasn’t rocket science. But instead of complaining, he decided to placate her by not saying anything.

  After putting a few pieces together, he began to feel increasingly hot.

  “What’s your air set on? It’s a little hot in here.”

  “Listen, Nigel. I’m pregnant. I go from hot to cold and back constantly. Right now, I’m cold, and this is my house. If I want it as hot as Hades, then I’ll make it that way. I didn’t ask you to come over.” She paused and decided that she had sounded a little too harsh and ungracious. How often did men put things together without being asked? “I’m sorry for sounding so grouchy. I’m not the most amiable pregnant woman. And, I didn’t say it, but thank you for bringing the crib over and putting it together. It would probably have taken me forever. I’m challenged when it comes to that sort of thing.”

  “My mother bought it. I just thought I’d help by putting it together.” He looked at her belly. “It’s the least I could do.”

  He studied her for a moment more and then stripped out of his shirt.

  Although they’d had sex, she hadn’t actually gotten the chance to really admire him without his clothes. She forgot about reading the instructions and eating the pizza he’d brought and stared at his gorgeous rippling abs. As he turned this way and that, she studied the muscles of his body that were straining with the effort to construct the crib. Before long, she was getting hotter and hotter.

  He realized when he didn’t hear her reading the instructions anymore that she was staring. His cock suddenly came to attention.

  She noticed him noticing her, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with his scrutiny, she focused on the crib again.

  “You know, I believe you’re putting that together wrong.”

  “What?”

  He looked down at the crib and examined it carefully. He didn’t see anything wrong. Then he looked at the box he’d propped beside him on the wall and saw the picture of the completed crib on the front of it.

  “Dammit!” He’d already spent at least thirty minutes putting it together. Now he was going to have to take most of it back apart. Too irritated to admit she was right, he came back on the defensive. “Well, if you hadn’t been star
ing a hole in me I might have been able to focus better on what I was doing.”

  “I wasn’t staring a hole in you. I was watching the crib come together.”

  “Oh, I know what you were imagining coming together.”

  Sera looked at Nigel in stunned open-mouthed disbelief. Of all the nerve! He acted as if the only thing she had on her mind was sex!

  “I wasn’t thinking about any such thing. If I had been so focused on your damn penis I wouldn’t have noticed how you are fucking up the crib.”

  “Since you know what I did wrong, why don’t you come over here and show me.”

  Sera hopped up to show him exactly what she was talking about, but when she did, she got a cramp that ran all the way down the back of one leg.

  “Ahh!” she yelped in agony, grabbing the back of her leg as she flopped back on the couch. She immediately started trying to muscle the knotted muscle until it relaxed.

  “What’s wrong?” Nigel asked, unsure of what had happened.

  “My leg. I’m having a muscle cramp.”

  Nigel went over to massage it for her, pushing her hands away. He massaged her leg until the pain was gone.

  By that time both of them were really turned on. He lifted her foot and sucked her toes experimentally.

  She giggled at first, but as he continued, she realized it was really sensual, and then the next thing she knew he was on top of her.

  He wedged a leg between her thighs, nudging her knees apart as he stripped her and himself of clothes. He parted the lips of her sex with the tip of his cock and began rubbing against her clit, making the muscles in her belly clench in a spasm of pleasure.

  She felt a moan straining against her chest, felt sleep drifting beyond her grasp. She lay perfectly still, enjoying the pleasure that seeped through her lethargy, making her heart beat faster, the blood rush through her veins, as warmth and pleasure.

  Slowly, she opened her eyes.

  Nigel was kneeling beside the couch.

  Still groggy to a state of near drunkenness, she pushed herself up on the couch, turning to face him. Still uncertain whether she was dreaming or awake, she watched him through half closed eyes as he caught her ankles. Spreading them wide, he bent her knees and hooked her heels on the edge of the couch.

  She blinked at him, still dazed with sleep and desire. When she looked at him again, she saw that he was staring at her genitals.

  He lifted a hand, brushed the curls of her bush, ran a shaking finger gently over the parted petals of flesh.

  She inhaled on a gasp as he rubbed his finger lightly over her clit and he looked up at her, his face taut, his eyes glittering.

  Scooping a butt cheek into each hand, he lifted her hips, lowered his head and opened his mouth over her.

  The heat went through her like a shock wave. She cried out, no longer caught between dream and reality, no longer simmering on the edge of desire, but on fire from it. She caught his head with both hands, trying to push him away, but felt desire lance every ounce of strength from her muscles as he sucked her clit.

  “Oh God!” she gasped shakily.

  “You want me to stop?” he asked hoarsely.

  She nodded, swallowed. “Yes.”

  He lowered his head again, ran his tongue along her cleft and teased her clit.

  “Are you sure about that?” he murmured.

  “NO! I mean, yes!” she stammered.

  He leaned down and sucked her clit again for several moments, sending sharp arrows of pleasure knifing through her.

  She felt her belly spasm, felt her body escalating toward release.

  He lifted his head and sat back on his heels.

  Panting, almost sobbing for breath, she stared at him in confusion.

  “I wanted to taste you.”

  At his words, a shock wave of pleasure went through her. The muscles in the walls of her sex clenched, aching for the feel of him. He was waiting, she finally realized, allowing her to decide—forcing her to. It was unfair. Her body was humming for his touch, reeling from the caresses he’d already bestowed, aching for the feel of him filling her. He’d taken unfair advantage, caught her while she was sleeping and vulnerable.

  She could almost hate him for that ... but she wanted him.

  She was going to have a hard time living with herself if she gave in to his underhanded ploy.

  She was afraid she would deeply regret it if she didn’t.

  She slipped off the couch, straddling his thighs. “You’re a sneaky asshole, you know that?” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck and staring him dead in the eyes.

  He caught the back of her head. “No, I didn’t know that,” he growled in response, opening his mouth over hers and kissing her with an almost angry, savage intensity that boiled the blood in her veins.

  Her head swam dizzily as he twisted, laying her back against the carpet and following her down. She ran her hand down his bare chest, slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans and cupped his sex.

  He pulled away and his cock landed heavily in her palm.

  She glanced down at it, a little alarmed.

  He pushed her back onto the floor, kneading her breasts, tugging at her nipples with his lips, sucking them.

  Gasping, she reached blindly for his cock, stretching, trying to capture it in her hand once more.

  He shifted upward, pushing her thighs apart.

  She caught hold of him at last, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit, searching a little frantically for her opening.

  Pushing her hand away, he aligned their bodies and thrust, his cock slipping in the juices of their bodies.

  She gasped, digging her fingers into his shoulders as she felt herself slipping along the carpet.

  He cursed, grasped her waist and thrust again.

  She locked her legs around his waist, pushing in counter to his short thrusts as he slipped slowly inside of her.

  They lay panting for a moment when he had sunk his cock fully inside of her. After a moment, he lifted his head. Sweat beaded his brow. His teeth were clenched. “Baby, you’re so tight.”

  The desire in his expression and his words sent an echo through her. She swallowed convulsively against her dry throat, feeling the muscles of her passage clench around him, feeling every muscle in her body tense as if she were gathering herself to leap.

  He groaned, ground his teeth and began moving, striving for a rhythm that yielded the most exquisite sensations.

  She released her grip on his waist, dropping her feet to the floor and thrust in counter to the ram of his cock, leaning up to kiss nibbling bites along his chest, then tilting her head back to reach his throat.

  He twisted, leaning down to cover her mouth with his own, plunging his tongue and retreating in like rhythm to the thrusts of his cock. After a moment, groaning in frustration at the difficulty in reaching her, he scooped an arm beneath her shoulders and held her to him as he rolled up onto his knees once more.

  She gasped as he slipped an arm around her buttocks, pulling her close, settling his cock more deeply inside her. Sensual delight seemed to arc inside her like an electric current, fusing her pleasure centers together, building toward release. She gripped his shoulders as he bent his head and sucked love bites along her throat and along her collar bone and shoulder. She arched her back as he moved lower, offering her breasts. The impetuous of his mouth suckling her nipple ripped her climax from her in an explosion of warmth that flooded her sex. The muscles inside of her convulsed, massaging his cock.

  He released her breast with a groan, his arms tightening around her almost painfully as his own release jolted through him, his cock jerking against the mouth of her sex as his hot seed erupted inside of her.

  Soldier's Women

  Chapter Ten

  Waking up and going into the living room to start working, Sera realized that the crib was still in pieces. She’d forgotten all about it after he’d started rubbing her leg.

  She heard Nigel stirr
ing in bed. He would probably get up any minute. She decided she should burn him some eggs while he finished the crib.

  Nigel was reluctant to get out of bed. He’d had such a wonderful night holding Sera next to him. But he had things to do, and if he didn’t get up and leave on his own, Sera was sure to come in and wake him up and tell him to get the hell out. He was actually surprised she’d let him stay as long as she had. He got up and got dressed and went into the living room. He could smell that something was cooking. He saw that Sera was cooking.

  She smiled at him when she saw him. He had bed head, and it was absolutely the sexiest thing she’d ever seen on him. It could have just been because she knew how he’d gotten it though.

  Nigel started back on the crib, being sure to grab up the directions to have them handy.

  The kitchen began to fill up with smoke, and Sera turned off her eggs. She put them on a plate and set them on her breakfast nook for Nigel and then went over to her computer to get to work. She didn’t need to watch him, she’d never get anything done.

  Nigel had thought it was wonderful that Sera had taken it upon herself to cook him something to eat while he worked, that was until he saw the blackened eggs she’d concocted. He wasn’t about to attempt to eat those. He decided rather than risk getting into another argument with Sera that he would leave as soon as he had finished the crib.

  “That’s it. I’m done,” he announced.

  “Where do you want it?”

  Sera stopped working on her computer and turned around to see the crib. It was beautiful! She couldn’t contain her excitement. She rushed over to it and lovingly stroked the dark wood finish.

  “Oh, Nigel, you did such a great job! I’m so glad it’s done before the babies get here. It’s one less thing for me to worry about.” She continued to admire it for a minute and then she remembered he’d asked her where to put it. “My spare bedroom is too far away from my room to be a nursery, so I’d like to have the bed put in my room.”