by KB Winters
“Hey, asshole, what the hell did you wake us all up for this morning?” He demanded, sinking onto the opposite bench and swiping my coffee from me. “Neil and Baker are pissed! We had another half an hour.”
I rolled my eyes. “Seriously? It wasn’t like I set off a firecracker.”
“No, you just squealed like a girl getting a Valentine’s Day bouquet!”
I shoved his arm and snatched my coffee cup back. “Tell them to grow a pair! It’s not that big of a deal.”
Kyle looked down at the phone in my hands. “You done?”
“Two minutes,” I reluctantly replied. He nodded and popped up from the table to go get in line for food. I knew he wouldn’t stay pissed at me, but everyone was on edge and waking my bunkmates up at the crack of dawn hadn’t been smart. I typed in a quick message to Kat, telling her I had to go and promising her I’d email again before I started my day, and then signed off right as Kyle returned, holding two plates piled with food. He set one down in front of me, handed me a fork, and I knew all was forgiven.
He sucked down his food and reached for the phone. “Off to call the Mrs. I’ll give it back when I’m done, all right?”
I nodded and he left the table. I shoved the food around on my plate, my mind still with Kat, wondering if she would go to bed, or if she would wait up for my email. After forcing a few bites down, I went to hit the showers to pass time before I could get the phone back from Kyle and email Kat again.
Under the spray of hot water, my mind drifted to picturing Kat undressing for bed. I wondered if she slept naked when Jax wasn’t home. My mind conjured up her image, remembering how she had looked the night I told her about the deployment. She’d taken me to her bedroom and undressed slowly, exposing herself piece by piece until she stood before me, trembling slightly, completely naked. Every line, curve, and hollow was etched in my mind, and I began stroking my hard cock as I brought it all back, wishing it was her hand on me. Or her sweet, pouty mouth.
“Fuck,” I hissed, sputtering water from my lips.
Kat was perfection. The most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. It wasn’t unusual for me to get attention for women. I’d always had a reputation and never had a shortage of willing partners. But, when I thought of Kat and the way we were together, it was impossible not to wonder how the hell I’d gotten so lucky to find her.
Her green eyes were haunting and deep, and I let my mind imagine her on her knees before me, teasing my cock with her lips, as she stared up at me with those emeralds, her lashes thick, her eyes dark with desire as she sucked and licked and stroked me.
I exploded minutes later, the fantasies of Kat too much to take. I rinsed off, missing her more than ever, and as I toweled off, decided to return the favor and write her a dirty message that would hopefully make her just as crazy as she made me.
Chapter Seven — Kat
As I waited for Jace’s email, I slipped in and out, trying to keep my eyes open, but exhaustion—mentally and physically—kept taking over, dragging me into a light sleep, laced with dreams and visions of Jace. After our chat, my heart ached for him stronger than it ever had before, and my body was on edge, wishing he was there to release me. Eventually, I pushed off of the couch and turned the laptop off, figuring he’d gotten busy and hadn’t had a chance to get back to me. I padded down the hall into my room and got ready for bed. When I climbed under the sheets, my hand grazed the soft edge of Jace’s leather jacket, and I snuggled it close, breathing in his scent that lingered inside. My body warmed as I held it close, imagining it as Jace, letting myself get lost in the memory of him.
As sleepy as I’d been on the couch, once in bed, my mind awakened and I spent half an hour tossing and turning trying to get comfortable enough to slip into sleep. Eventually, I gave up and went out to retrieve the laptop, telling myself that if I checked my email one more time, then I would be able to let it go and sleep. I got settled in bed and pulled up my inbox, waiting for the little arrow to stop spinning, and gasped when I saw a new message. My heart fluttered and then stopped completely at the subject line: I wanna fuck you.
A delicious smile spread across my face as I clicked on the message and began to devour Jace’s naughty message:
Hey gorgeous,
I want you. More than you could ever understand. I’m lonely at night, thinking about you. Thinking about that smile gets me thinking about those full lips of yours. The way they feel on mine, on my skin, wrapped around my cock. Your pretty green eyes and the way they sparkle when you laugh, and get dark when we’re alone. Your creamy skin, perfect, soft, silk on my fingers. I want to trace those lines of your body, run my hands over every curve, touch every inch.
I can’t get you out of my head, and right now, the only thing I can think about is how much I wanna fuck you.
If you were here—or I was there—I’d strip off every stitch of clothing so I could see everything, not one inch of you off limits to my eyes, my fingers, my lips, my body. All of it would belong to me, and you’d let me do anything I wanted.
I shuddered at his steamy words, and rolled over onto my back, propping the laptop on my stomach.
I’d run my hands all over you, pulling you close, and then I’d claim you with my lips. Not stopping until you were breathless and clinging to me. I’d love to hear you moan out my name. You could dig your nails into my skin. I wouldn’t mind. I’d lay you out on the bed, or the table, or the couch—ladies choice—and spread your legs wide, laying you open for me. I’d slip my fingers through that sweet pussy, getting every drop, and then lick it all off, nice and slow, savoring every bit of you. You taste like sweet honey, baby, and I can’t get enough. You’d be aching for me, moaning for more, and after a little more tasting, I’d finger fuck you till you were seeing stars. You’d arch and claw and scream, and I’d make you come over and over, till your juices were dribbling down my fingers onto the bed.
I tore my eyes from the screen, set the computer aside, and flung the sheets aside. I looked down at myself, my body covered with a baggy, threadbare T-shirt that I’d had forever. I stripped it off over my head and threw it aside, and took myself in once again, trying to see myself the way that Jace saw me. The way his words painted me in his email. I was throbbing with the need for relief, my pussy aching for what Jace’s email was promising. He had me hot and bothered, and I wanted more.…
I’d lap away all the cum with my tongue, sliding up and down your slit, dipping into you to get more of that sweet nectar, and you’d be shaking and shuddering. I’d have to hold your hips down, pin you to the bed, to keep you still while I continued, this time building you slow and steady, until you were begging, my name slipping from your lips over and over, your eyes rolled back, your claws in my back. Then I’d let you come again.
“Jace—” I whispered, before licking my lips. I ran my fingers down my body, noting how hot my skin was under my fingertips. I shivered at my own touch, and when I slipped my index finger between my slit, I gasped at how wet I was. I slid around my clit in slow circles, my body twitching in response. I moaned and closed my eyes, letting myself go and ride the flutters of pleasure as I did. After a few seconds of feeling myself, I turned my attention back to the screen, slowing my pace, but continuing my self-exploration.
Once you were loose and warm, I’d be ready to explode. I’d grab you by the hips and pull you to the edge of the bed. I’d throw your legs up on my shoulders so I could get deep inside you, I’d need every bit of you. I’d thrust and you’d bite your lip, your eyes wide as you watched me fuck you. You’d cry out my name as I went deeper and harder, slamming into you so hard that your ass cheeks would hit my thighs and my balls would slap against you, which would only make you scream louder.
I couldn’t hang onto the edge anymore, his words had me frantic, moaning and pleading for him as I worked myself, until I saw a flash of light behind my eyes and felt the pressure release, transforming into warm waves of pleasure that started between my thighs and shot out all over my
boy, relaxing away the tension. My body sagged back on the bed. I pushed my hair back, getting it away from the glistening skin of my forehead and sighed. I wasn’t throbbing and aching anymore, but the experience hadn’t been as satisfying as I knew it would have been if Jace’s story wasn’t just words flashing on a screen, and he was in the bed beside me. I ached for his body, and somehow, found myself missing him even more than I already had been.
A beep startled me, and when I looked over towards the source, my breath caught in my throat. Jace had sent me a message on chat. “I’m all alone. You want to video chat?”
I jolted, shooting straight up in bed. I was completely naked, no makeup, my hair all over the place from my party for one. My fingers shot out for the keyboard, replying “Yes” before I could stop them with logic. Seconds later, the screen lit up with an incoming call. I tugged the sheet up, flicked on the bedside lamp, and fluffed my hair, before accepting.
“Hey baby,” Jace drawled, his lips formed a lazy smile. “God, you look gorgeous like that.”
I flushed. “Thanks.”
“So, you said I need to come home…what’s going on over there? Anything I should know about?” His voice had a teasing lilt to it, and I blushed even more, knowing I’d been caught red handed. He knew what I’d been doing seconds before. “Come on, don’t be shy.”
I smiled and dropped the sheet away, revealing my naked body to him—at least, as much as could fit in the frame. “How’s that?” I asked, laughing softly at the semi-shocked look on Jace’s face.
“That’s pretty fuckin’ good,” he said.
I smiled and ran my finger lazily down my body. “So, you know, I was just entertaining myself, since I’m all alone over here.”
“A fuckin crime…” Jace replied. “I take it that means you liked my email?”
I licked my lips and nodded. “Uh huh.”
“Show me, baby. Show me how much you like it.”
I hesitated for a moment, fidgeting with the edge of the discarded sheet. Then, my mind made up, adjusted the computer so Jace could see my entire naked body. He let out a string of appreciative curses as I backed away from the camera to let him see everything. “Well, it started like this,” I described, arching back, my hand going between my legs.
“I love it already,” Jace said, and I smiled at the breathless edge to his voice. I was driving him completely wild.
I rubbed my pussy, rolling my body with the waves of pleasure. My clit was sensitive from my first orgasm, and it didn’t take much to get worked up. Especially knowing I had an audience. I gasped and arched.
“Baby, get up on all fours, I want to see you from behind.”
My eyes popped open at Jace’s bold request, but I figured if I’d gone this far, might as well go the rest of the way. I flashed him a naughty girl smile before spinning around on my knees.
“That ass,” Jace growled. “God, I could do some damage. Kat, bend over for me, now.”
His authoritative voice sent shivers up my spine and my pussy throbbed, pulsing with even more excitement as I leaned forward. I gulped back a jolt of fear at the thought of what Jace was seeing. The camera was far enough away that it wasn’t going to be a close up of my asshole, but he was getting an eye full, that was for sure.
“Moan for me baby, I need to hear it,” Jace’s voice instructed.
I started rubbing myself again and moaned his name, my tone a desperate begging as I rocketing into a new level of pleasure. The vulnerable position, the audience, the feel of my fingers, the wetness drenching my thighs, and the memory of Jace’s dirty email were joining together to drive me to the edge of sheer insanity. I rocked back and forth and put two fingers inside myself as deep as I could from the odd angle, and used my thumb to stroke my clit, moaning and panting Jace’s name, as I crashed over the edge, spasming and screaming until I released and crashed down onto my elbows, my ass in the air as I finished.
“What are you doing to me?” I called out, my words muffled slightly in the mattress. I turned around and crawled to get closer to the computer where Jace was waiting. I smiled at the screen, instantly knowing what he was doing, although I couldn’t see below his chest.
I watched him, unapologetically, as his eyes blazed at me. After another moment, he released and puffed out a breath of air. “Shit, that was hot.”
“Mmhmm, but still not the real thing…” I said, instantly hating how pouty I sounded. I knew he missed me, and wanted to be home. I didn’t need to add to his frustration by piling on my own. “Sorry, I just—this is hard. Harder than I thought.”
Jace smiled, but his eyes were ringed with sadness. “You’re kinda killing my buzz here, babe.”
I laughed at his expression. “Right.”
We were silent for a moment, staring at each other, each lost in our own thoughts. “I’ve never done anything like that,” I confessed.
Jace laughed. “Well you were excellent, ten out of ten!” I rolled my eyes at his teasing tone. “No, seriously, Kat. You’re amazing. I don’t know how the hell I found you. You’re the perfect mix of smart, sweet, sassy, and baby, you’re sexy as hell. What are you doing with a ragamuffin guy like me?”
I smiled at him, his words a perfect summary of what I’d been thinking. After my marriage went belly up, I didn’t think I’d have a shot in hell at finding a man to love me and Jax. The “single mom” title was usually a barrier that most guys wouldn’t cross. But then, Jace wasn’t most guys. “I think I’m pretty lucky too,” I replied softly.
“Damn, I wish I was there.”
I nodded, not trusting my voice to keep from cracking as a lump balled up in my throat.
“Soon baby. Soon. Then we can start our life.”
I warmed from head to toe. “Our life?” I repeated.
“Yep. You and me and Jax.”
A tear slipped past my lashes and I didn’t bother brushing it away. “That sounds nice.”
“We can do whatever we want. I’ll get off that God-awful reality show, and do things my way. We’ll get you a design studio, and I’ll use my contacts to get you jobs designing whatever you want. Hotels, celebrity homes, whatever you want! Hey, you want your own show? I could probably arrange that…” Jace asked, a twinkle in his eyes.
“No, no!” I shook my head and laughed. “Believe it or not, you’ve ruined all illusion I have in regards to reality shows!”
Jace laughed, throwing his head back and howling. “Well, shit. I should probably feel bad about that. They have their place, but yeah…a highly not recommended plan. But seriously, we’ll figure out something and you’ll have people begging for you to design their spaces. And then, we’ll have the freedom to take Jax around the world, whatever you want, baby.”
I smiled, my mind cranking out dream after dream. All the things I’d thought of already were mixing with new ideas, and Jace’s words—promises—were like the key in the ignition, bringing it all to life.
We stayed up another couple of hours, fleshing out our vision of the new life that was waiting for us on the other side of the deployment, and when we finally had to say goodbye, I slipped into a deep sleep that saw all those visions to completion in my dreams.
Chapter Eight — Kat
The weeks started to fly by, the days melting together in a blur, only marked by emails from Jace, and my weekly visit with Jax. Everything else faded to one monotonous background as I shifted back and forth between the gears of my life: mother, lover, waitress, student. Jace’s emails became sporadic, but at least once a week he managed to send me a message, some sweet, some friendly, and others were pure lust. I poured over each one, reading them in order every night before I went to sleep, especially the steamy ones, since they almost guaranteed I would have a good night’s sleep. Jace could make me smile, cry, think, dream, and laugh out loud, all in the same heartfelt message. The layers to him peeled away with each message, and I finally saw him as the man he was beneath the inked skin, the scars of war, and the hardness of his life
to this point.
He was beyond anything I’d ever dreamed, and in the quiet moments alone with his words, I had to admit to myself that I was falling in love with him. At the end of each reply to him, it was becoming more and more difficult not to tell him how I felt, and end the message with an I love you. He hadn’t voiced it either, but I could feel it. I wrapped myself in his other expressions of affection, and let them carry me through the long days apart.
The only problem was the thousands of miles wedged between us. I tried not to ask often, but as far as I knew, there was still no end date for his mission, so while we talked about things we wanted to do together, and places we wanted to go, when he returned, I still had no idea when that would actually happen. All I could do was dream of the day he would be back in my arms. Sometimes, I pictured where I would be when he got back to town. Would I be working? Would he slip into the diner, sit at his usual table, a big shit-eating grin on his face, waiting for me to see him and lose my mind? Would he show up on the front porch? A big bouquet of flowers in his hands, in his uniform, and burst through the door, searing my lips with a scorching kiss as we stumbled down the hall to my bed, undressing each other as we went?
My mind wandered through each scenario, deliciously imagining each detail in vivid perfection, and while it usually made me miss him more, I couldn’t help myself.
On Friday afternoon, I was drinking a cup of tea and reading through one of my favorites, when there was a knock on the door. I closed the laptop lid, and smiled as I went to the door, knowing my little man would be on the other side.
“Mama!” Jax shouted, jumping into my arms as soon as the door was open far enough. Mickey bounded past him, nearly knocking us both over, and after I got him sitting down with promise of a puppy cookie, I turned to see Mitch still standing on the porch, his arms folded, surveying the scene.