THE HEALING HEART: Military and Pregnancy Romance

by Zelda Clemens

  He looked up at her and gave her a curious stare. “You think Maxwell was responsible for this?”

  “Of course! I’m surprised you’re even asking,” she replied him just as his special phone beeped. He had switched the other off. He feared a dozen would come in after the announcement and he was in no mood for long boring talks.

  “Seven p.m. My place. I’ve got a surprise for you,” he read the message quietly and smiled.

  It still amazed him how he gave her full control of their relationship. She was the first to enjoy such domineering right over him. Instead of being bothered, it left him curious and full of anticipation.

  Subtly, he wondered what else she could have up her sleeves as a surprise element for him that evening.

  Looking at his watch, he got up to head out. He had some things to finish up before he went over to her place. He planned to seduce the splendor of her beauty that night.

  Christian Terry swept the stairs up that led to her porch, and before he pressed the doorbell, the door opened up. Standing in front of him was Alison Cooper, dressed in a velvet wine dress. The dress was a long sleeve mini and had a V-neck that barely covered the area around her nipple. His heart skipped a beat when his eyes loitered around the fleshy part of her breasts.

  He remembered how tender they were and wanted to free them totally from the garment

  She dragged him inside just as soon their eyes had locked contact. They hadn't even said a word to each other, but their body language was very fluent and clear.

  Christian barely managed to drop the wine he had brought along on a piece of furniture close to the stairs adjacent the door as she started to unbutton his white and maroon striped shirt impatiently.

  “Skipping the formalities, huh?” he teased her breathlessly before he unbuttoned his shirt’s hand too quickly.

  Alison launched for his lips and kissed him ferociously as if she had last kissed him many years back. She trailed his bare broad chest with her manicured nails. When her hand reached his wide shoulders, she squeezed them with her tender hands and whispered into his ears, “I want to eat you for dinner tonight.”

  Christian smiled, “I came hungry myself.”

  Biting her lips seductively at the edge, Alison trailed his lips with her finger. She gently pushed her index finger into his mouth and worked it like a piston slowly.

  “Close your eyes,” she instructed him calmly, seconds later.

  Christian wondered what she was up to, but not wanting to ruin the heated moment between them with unnecessary questions, he obliged.

  In moments that followed, she blindfolded him and then led him through a flight of stairs to the second floor into her bedroom. There, she undressed him effortlessly. By the time she took off his boxers, his dick was standing at attention.

  For a fleeting second, Christian felt vulnerable just as much as he was aroused. He had never given total control to any woman before.

  But before another thought could follow, she pushed him into a large bed and went down on him.

  Christian groaned as a cold chill raced through his body when her tongue circled the tip of his dick.

  “Oh shit! Alison!” he groaned deeply when she drove down to take in more of his manhood into her mouth. Then slowly she scrolled up and down his dick with her mouth for some seconds, her teeth scratching gently along the skin of his shaft.

  He grabbed her hair and tried to direct her head to increase speed, but she pushed his hand away. A minute later, she picked up speed.

  Christian couldn’t explain what he was feeling. It was like a multiple explosion of near orgasm. But as he started to writhe out of pleasure, he squeezed the bed sheet as if he was near experiencing an orgasm.

  “No, not yet,” Alison whispered seductively into his ear. Kissing his ear, she knelt above his head and ran her fingers down his abs.

  Christian was confused even as he tried to balance the multiple surges of hormones. Because he couldn't comprehend how she could be giving him a blowjob and at the same time…

  Before he got the chance to finish his speculation, Alison removed his blindfold, and the first thing he saw dazed him.

  Christian froze when he realized the person that was giving him a head was not Alison. It was the stranger with a pixie haircut he had to meet at a party—Alessia. For a second there he was speechless. He glanced behind to find Alison smiling sheepishly.

  “Alessia!” he managed to exclaim when he finally found his voice. He looked dumbfounded.

  “It’s Amanda Trevor,” Alison corrected him.

  “What?” he asked still trying to process what was going on.

  He sat up, withdrew to the edge of the bed, and faced the two women. “You two know each other?”

  Alison crawled toward him, her lush breasts handing down too beautifully from her chest. As she approached, they dangled, and Christian could feel his erection rising after it had gone flaccid some moments ago.

  He wanted to grab them, squeeze them right and suck them hard but he tore his eyes away to keep his head thinking straight.

  He noticed Alessia or Amanda Trevor was crossing the bed to reach him too. “Goodness, what’s going on, Alison?”

  “Shhh,” she shut him up. “Just enjoy the moment, Christian,” she added. “Questions and answers are after plenary session,” She said, pushing him back into the bed and climbing on top him.

  Amanda resumed stroking his dick and memories of the nightstand he had with her flooded his mind.

  “Oh, God,” he moaned and succumbed to their seduction.

  His hormones heightened again, and he groped Alison's breasts repeatedly. She stifled a moan and scratched his chest with her fingers before leaning toward him to kiss him passionately.

  Alison grabbed his left hand on her left boob. She squeezed it harder against her breast as they sucked desire from their mouths.

  “Uh!” he exclaimed moanfully when Amanda made a surprise move on his dick that tickled him greatly.

  The same moment, Alison directed his hand toward her intimacy and urged him to finger her gently.

  He could feel her wetness and did not hesitate to stroke her vulva, slowly and steadily.

  Moments later, she was grinding against his finger when he pushed his finger further and stroked her faster.

  When Amanda noticed the scene, she ambushed his hard, erect yellow, pale dick with her breasts and boobed fucked him. His pre-cum slid between their sex organs and reduced the friction as their rubbed against each other.

  In no time, Christian felt himself near the cliff of orgasm. He gritted his teeth and tossed Alison into the bed. He grabbed Amanda, pushed her against the bed, and fucked her boob so hard she moaned loudly.

  Alison watched them with delight for a while before she crawled toward them and pushed her hand toward Amanda’s pussy to stroke her clit while fondling her left breast at the same time.

  Her moan heightened.

  Christian’s groan deepened.

  “I’m about to cum!” he exclaimed.

  They were so exhausted and hungry after their threesome.

  Christian still breathless, picked up his phone to make a reservation as he sipped from his glass.

  Alison leaned against his shoulder and rubbed his bare chest as he waited for the restaurant customer care to pick up.

  “Good day sir. How can I be of help?”

  “I want to make a reservation please,” he informed the customer care person.

  "The usual?"

  “No. Table for three, please.”

  "Okay," the person replied, and he disconnected the call.

  He turned to stare at Alison. He admired her. Shortly, he cupped her chin and kissed her tenderly.

  THE END

  Another bonus story is on the next page.

  Bonus Story 10 of 44

  The Rising Star

  Description

  Daphne is a laser-focused blue-eyed, strawberry-blonde All-American college student at Northeast State,
whose only dream is to be an athletic trainer for a professional sports team. After undergoing a bad break up with her boyfriend of four years, she feels completely unwillingly to dive back into the dating world. That is, until she meets Luke, the college’s new quarterback.

  Luke’s moves on the field and his striking good looks sends a buzz around the campus. Daphne, however, has doubts why such a talented athlete would come to such a terrible football program, especially so late in the off-season. After watching Luke in practice, Daphne finds it hard not to be mesmerized.

  Daphne enlists the help of her roommate, Emma, for dating advice and Emma’s advice sends her through a whirlwind of sexy encounters with Luke, both in her mind and in real life. Will Daphne and Luke find love off the field or will Luke’s secret for transferring ruin everything?

  *****

  Daphne started off onto the football field, hoisting the cooler over her shoulders. It was her sophomore year at Northeast State University, and she was assigned the football team. The team she specifically asked not to be on. Last year she was the athletic trainer for lacrosse, a sport she actually understood because she played it in high school.

  Football to her was just giant men crashing into each other over and over again until a referee had the courtesy to blow the whistle. It was like setting up stadium seats around an eleven-car pile-up on a highway. It was barbaric, and to her, seemed to lack finesse.

  The field was empty for now. She liked to be early to get her station set up. On the field, the athletic trainer’s job was to keep the team hydrated and be ready with quick first aid, and hopefully not have to patch them up back in the locker rooms.

  At least with Northeast State Badgers football, she would get a lot of practice. The team was dreadful. They were stomped on every season by every team in the conference. Her roommate, Emma, had football last year and she told Daphne horror stories about sprains, broken ankles, lacerations and concussions. They should have been called the Doormats rather than the Badgers. They did not plow into anyone, they got plowed into. None of the teams from Northeast State even had a playoff hope since the 1980s.

  “You lost?” came a deep voice from behind Daphne.

  Daphne turned around to see a tall blonde haired man in sweatpants and a white muscle t-shirt walking toward her. She inadvertently looked him up and down. He was handsome, with a five o’clock shadow lining his square jaw. She did not recognize him from the team roster. She already had it memorized so she could get the team files organized.

  “Are you lost?” Daphne asked, putting the water bottles on a tray.

  “I asked you first,” he said, smirking at her.

  “I’m the athletic trainer,” Daphne said, stiffening her shoulders, and putting the cooler down.

  “I see.”

  He looked her up and down and Daphne remembered she was wearing her uniform, a red polo and khaki shorts.

  “Your turn. Only players and staff should be on the field right now,” Daphne said.

  He smiled at her, walking closer.

  “Then it’s a good thing I check one of those boxes,” he said, flashing her a lopsided grin.

  Daphne looked into his face again, still not recognizing him.

  “I’m Luke.”

  “Hi, I’m Daphne. Are you a player or a coach?”

  “A player. I transferred over the weekend.”

  “You’re a little late. School starts in two weeks. You missed a bunch of practices. You’re going to be way behind.”

  Daphne shook her head at him. This is why she did not want football. None of the players seemed to take it seriously. Daphne could not fathom how you could have a school invest thousands of dollars in you, basically give you a free college education, and you show up late to what should be your job.

  “I think I’ll manage,” he said.

  Luke grabbed a football from a bin that Daphne had wheeled onto the field earlier.

  “Hey, I’m still organizing this stuff. Please put that down. Are you even starting?” Daphne asked.

  “Am I starting?” Luke said, shocked at her question.

  “Um, yes, are you deaf?”

  “Do you know—”

  Before he could finish his sentence, Coach Daniels jogged onto the field with a broad, toothy smile on his freckled, pale face.

  “Luke! Luke, how are you, son?” Coach Daniels asked, shaking Luke’s hand vigorously. Luke was about a foot taller than the head coach.

  “Good, sir. Thanks for having me,” Luke said, tossing the football back in the bin.

  Daphne watched the coach look at Luke like he was a winning lottery ticket, but Daphne could not place his face. Not that she would know him. She never watched football, college or otherwise.

  “Daphne, did you offer Luke something to drink?” Coach Daniels said, smoothing his red hair.

  “Why? He hasn’t done anything yet.” Daphne said, raising an eyebrow at the coach.

  She had only spent a few weeks with Coach Daniels, but they had already been bumping heads because to Daphne, he seemed to have favorites. Coach Thomas on the lacrosse team was fair and organized. She missed that environment already.

  “Daphne, do you know who this is?” Coach Daniels said, the tendons in his neck straining.

  “It’s cool, Coach. I’m Beauchamp Baker III, but everyone calls me Luke cause I’m the third.”

  Daphne still did not get the fuss.

  “Daphne, he played for Bradley State for three seasons. He took his team to the championship bowl every single time. He’s our new starting QB,” Coach Daniels said, puffing out his broad chest.

  Daphne looked at Luke again, and he had a smile playing on his lips. She was still not impressed. If he was so good, then there was no need for him to be with the Badgers. He should have just stayed with his old team. There was something that Coach Daniels was being intentionally obtuse about.

  *****

  “Why so grumpy?” asked Emma, walking over to the table Daphne was sitting in the cafeteria.

  Emma was still in her athletic trainer uniform and her curly red hair was piled in a messy bun on top of her head.

  “Why so happy?” Daphne asked with a mischievous grin.

  Emma had soccer, the best team at the school as far as their record, and it had the best-looking men on campus on the team. It was like the school recruited athletic male models from fashion shows from around the world. Emma’s face flushed pink as she plopped down beside Daphne at the lunch table.

  “I swear, I would sprain any one of their ankles just to have them on my table,” Emma said, biting her lip.

  “That’s sort of against what we do,” Daphne said, picking at her salad.

  She felt a pang of jealously that Emma got a good sports program, but to be fair Emma was in Daphne’s position last year. And the assignment only lasted one season so she would just have to suck it up.

  “Hey, is it true that Luke Baker is here?” asked Emma, stealing some of Daphne’s yogurt.

  “Am I the only one who doesn’t know who he is?” Daphne said.

  Emma’s eyes widened with shock or horror or perhaps a mixture of both.

  “Have you literally been living under a rock? My dad loves him. He’s going to the NFL for sure, probably first or second round draft pick. His record is ridiculous. He never gets sacked, like ever and his arm is crazy accurate.”

  Daphne thought for a moment. She still did not understand why Luke was here with the Badgers if he was such a high prospect for the pros. It just did not add up.

  “I heard he’s hot,” Emma said, scraping the bottom of the yogurt cup.

  “Hey, I was eating that,” Daphne said as she watched Emma finish up her yogurt.

  “You ate all of my grapes. I just checked our fridge. So we’re even. And you didn’t answer me. What’s he look like?”

  “Tall, blonde and muscular.”

  “Thank you for describing over half of the guys on the football team What does Luke look like up close, and leave
nothing out?” Emma leaned forward and her blue eyes twinkled with curiosity.

  Daphne leaned back on the hard chair, picturing his face. He was cute, but the way he smirked at her just screamed arrogance. Most of the athletes she worked with were somewhat cocky. They had to be, to psych themselves up to play. Sports was just as much physical as mental. Something about Luke made her feel like he was hiding something, but as much as she hated to admit it, he was gorgeous.

  “He’s—nice to look at,” Daphne said, popping a cucumber slice in her mouth.

  “Ugh, weak. Is that all you have?” Emma asked, shoving Daphne playfully.

  Daphne shrugged, tucking her long, strawberry-blonde hair behind her ears.

  “Fine. He looks like, if it was biologically possible, Zac Efron and Ryan Phillippe had a baby.”

  Emma squealed loudly, drawing attention from students at neighboring lunch tables in the cafeteria.

  “Easy, Emma. People are staring,” Daphne teased.

  “I knew it. My sister has this theory that we are programmed to find people more attractive because they are actors on television or in the movies. I call bullshit on that because I can think of tons of actors who would never be in my spank bank.”

  “Jesus, your sister and her conspiracy theories get worse every day.”

  Emma laughed and nodded.

  “Wait, what’s a spank bank?” Daphne asked.

  Emma blanched and smacked her own forehead.

  “What?” Daphne asked.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “Um, no?”

  “A spank bank is the mental catalogue you keep for lonely, rainy days.”

  “I don’t follow.”

  Emma shook her head and took a deep breath like she was preparing to explain something to a child.

  “Well, Daphne, a spank bank is filled with the people you think about when you need inspiration.”

  “Inspiration for what?”

  “Masturbating.”

  Daphne choked on a piece of fruit and coughed loudly. Emma laughed, patting Daphne on the back. More people were watching now and Daphne knew she was glowing scarlet right about now.