by Selena Kitt
"I want you, Tony," she said against my lips.
"Stop. Stop, Frankie." I gripped her arms and pushed her back so that she had to stop and look at me. Her pupils were dark and large with passion. "Stop. Look at me." I cupped her chin and forced her to look into my eyes. "We can't do this now. Don't think I don't want to, but you—you can't, it's too soon."
Her eyes cleared, and she took a moment but then she made me the happiest man alive. "No, I can. I want to. I just—they said—trust me, it's okay and I want it… now, dammit." Her mouth covered mine again and she was reaching for my shirt.
"Are you sure?" I asked again. Her nod was enough but the way she pressed herself against me confirmed it. I cupped her ass again and lifted her with me.
"What are you doing?" She raked her fingernails up my sides as she tried to drag my shirt up.
My dick was harder than ever before. It hurt, it was so engorged. If I didn't get into her soon… "The bedroom. I hate your sofa." It was the only thing I could spit out, but what I meant was that I wanted her to be comfortable. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to take it slow, or easy, and I didn't want to hurt her.
"Just hurry." She had her legs hooked behind my back, her pussy pressed so closely to me I wanted to press her against the wall and fuck her fast and hard. Thankfully, we'd made our way to the bedroom. I collapsed on top of her on the bed and backed up to rip my shirt over my head. I could barely get my pants undone as I watched her mimic my movements in pulling her own shirt over her head. I helped pull her pants off while I kicked my own out of the way.
She fell backwards against the bed and opened her legs. Her pussy was glistening pink and pretty and ready for me. I leaned down and kissed her thighs, then drew my tongue through her dewy slit, just needing to taste her at least once.
"I'm sorry, I want to take my time with you but I need to be inside you so bad." I'd already climbed between her legs and had the head of my cock poised and ready at her entrance.
"Don't stop. Hurry. I need you." She locked her feet behind my thighs again and pulled me into her.
"Oh fuck, oh my God. You are so tight. So hot." I slid into her warm, wet pussy like a sword into a sheath. It fit just right. "Oh my God. Frankie." I pumped into her and she milked my thrusts, her pussy wrapping around me and pulling me in deeper with every thrust.
I wanted to be tender, to kiss her, to show her how I loved her but I was a wild man. I fucked her so hard her breasts bounced while still confined in her bra. We hadn't bothered with unclasping it but they were begging to be freed. I pulled them out above her cups and had to taste them, too. Her nipples were pert and as pink as her lips. I sucked hard on one dusky tip while I rolled the other in my fingers.
"Oh, Tony, yes!" she cried out as if in pain, but her pussy locked down on my cock, pulsing around it with her climax and I fell prey. I pounded my own release into her hot tunnel, growling in pleasure pain along with her until even breathing became work.
I'm pretty sure we both slept. At least, I hope so, because I did. I'd barely managed to roll off her and pull her tightly to my side before I was out cold.
* * *
Frankie
A train could have come through the house just then and I wouldn't have been awake to welcome it. I was not experienced by any means, but I think that we actually tilted the earth a little farther on its axis. If I didn't have to leave the bed, I never would have. Unfortunately, I had to. My legs wobbled on the way to the bathroom. What they say, 'you'll feel that in the morning' was an exaggeration in no small degree. It wasn't even afternoon, let alone morning, but I would never complain.
I pulled a robe from behind the door as I left the bathroom. He was up and awake, waiting in the hall for me. "Are you okay?" His voice was well past concerned. I wouldn't have been surprised to find he'd called an ambulance.
"Perfectly fine, how are you holding up there, soldier?" I trailed a finger down his chest, making sure to graze his nipple on the way down. I was very satisfied with his groan.
"I'm sorry. I wanted to take you gently, romantically…" He caught my waist and pulled me in close to his chest.
"That would have sucked." I gave him my most pointed look. "Because I wanted to be taken fast and hard, and you nailed it. And you'd better plan to give me more of the same later, but first, I'm very, very hungry. In fact, I'm starving. I was thinking of ordering Chinese."
* * *
As we ate, we made small chat. We were being very undignified, eating egg fu yung out of little cardboard boxes on my grandmother's sofa. Maybe he was waiting for an important event or just the right time, but I had to know.
"Tony, what made you come back today? Have you been hanging around town? I'm not complaining, I just thought you would have gone back to Hawaii already." As I looked into the bottom of my box, I realized I'd met another first. I'd never finished a whole dinner by myself. Damn, I must have been worn out.
"I couldn't have gone back to Schofield without seeing you. I would have come back sooner, but I was just afraid you would turn me away." His response made my heart swell but at the same time, it occurred to me that he was still going to leave.
"When do you have to go?" I pretended there was more in my box that I couldn't get out. It gave me a place to fix my eyes.
"Frankie, look at me." He took my box away and set it on the table in front of us, then took my hand and turned it over like he was looking at my palm—but instead he lifted it and pressed a kiss against my wrist. When he looked at me again, I thought he might cry. "I don't want to go back, but I can't change it. I'd give anything to be able to change it. But you can change it. You can go with me." His words hung in the air like a glass waiting to crash to the floor.
"What? I—how?" I shook my head. "I'm so confused."
"We could be married in Vegas on the way. You can come to Hawaii with me. I love you, Frankie." He pulled me to him.
My brain was like the little rainbow colored wheel on my MacBook, spinning away while I waited for something to load. He'd said something important and I had to wait for it to process. "Vegas?" I asked. He'd said something about Vegas, I was sure.
"Or Reno?" His eyes pleaded with me. "Or better yet, on Turtle Beach, on Oahu when we get there. Please say you will marry me and come to Scofield Barracks with me, Frankie. I'm sorry. I don't have ring for you yet." He slid off the sofa and knelt before me. "Will you marry me, Frankie?"
I knew as well as anyone what being an army wife was like. I'd left Fort Stewart relieved to be free. Tony wanted to make me fall back into line. If I'd had more chance to think about it, I might have been more resistant, but all I could see was Tony's heart in his hand at my knee. I saw more love than I'd ever known shaded there in his eyes. How could I say no to that? I couldn't.
"When do we have to leave?" I dived into his arms and he lifted me up.
"We have forty-eight hours." We spun in circles as we kissed.
"A lot can happen in forty-eight hours. I'd like it to happen in the shower next." My robe fell from my shoulders as he pulled my legs up around him and headed toward the bathroom.
"Roger that, soldier."
The End
Abbie Adams
Abbie is a little girl at heart. She has always lived in a make-believe world, unwilling to share her fantasies with anyone for fear they would laugh at her, or worse, lock her up. She struggles with her desires to have a daddy who will keep her in line and yet baby her constantly. She writes to stay sane; this is her therapy.
Hiding her secret desires hasn't helped her, but sharing it with you, those of you who might also enjoy the same yearnings, well, that makes her happy. Come live inside Abbie's head if you dare.
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Chapter One
Murmuring voices, laughter, and music carried across the Celebration Hall. Rick sat at the head table and watched happy couples dancing, his dark mood a stark contrast to the merriment around him. These sorts of festivities only served as a painful reminder of his bachelorhood, but as the commander of the Emerald Forces he needed to remain visible in the settlement. That meant attending birthday parties, hunting celebrations, and holiday feasts on a regular basis, whether or not he wanted to.
He hid his scowl in his mug of beer. He had no one but himself to blame for his solitude. Young, single women arrived at Emerald on occasion. Why hadn't he claimed one yet? Each time a new female arrived, he sat back and watched as another man volunteered to become her husband.
Though he longed to leave this party—a celebration put on by the Elders after a successful hunt—he found himself reluctant to return home. The brick house he'd recently moved into was too large and too quiet. He'd argued against the move, but the Elders had insisted he deserved the honor after years of protecting the settlement. Disinclined to insult them, he'd finally agreed and moved into the ridiculously large house.
Maybe it was the emptiness of his new home, or maybe it was because life had settled down in Emerald since their last large skirmish with the Raiders two years ago, but he was seriously considering taking a wife the next time he came across an available young woman. Violent chaos reigned beyond the walls of Emerald and other similar settlements, and outsider women never balked at the stipulation that they must marry an Emerald man in order to live here.
Twenty years ago, this land had been a state called Pennsylvania. But now it was just a large stretch of forests and mountains, with no national government in control. Survivors of the great war had to band together in settlements, or else risk violence from the Raiders—the name given to the nomadic criminals who lived by no rules but their own and sought to ravage peaceful communities like Emerald.
Rick finally left the party and returned to his large brick house. Though the downstairs woodstove kept his home warm, he started a fire in his living room hearth, planning to spend the evening reading by the fire. Before the war, he'd never read for enjoyment, but now that he had the time, he took the opportunity to lose himself in a novel every chance he got. The former hard-ass SEAL in him would have scoffed at his new pastime.
But people change, and he would keep changing because the world demanded it.
Despite the changing world, he still clung to notions of love and romance, because when he was a teenager, before the war, that was how couples joined together and got married. Though he considered himself adaptable to any circumstances, he had been shocked upon his arrival in Emerald to discover marriages were either arranged, or single women aged eighteen and up were simply claimed. A finder's keepers sort of law. But then he learned of similar rules in other settlements, and the way Raiders treated their women was downright barbaric compared to places like Emerald.
All the couples dancing tonight had looked happy, even though none of their marriages had been a result of a love match. Rick laughed at the ridiculousness of his thoughts. When the fuck had he become such a romantic? He supposed he wished any woman he laid claim to wanted him in return.
None of that mattered though. What mattered was that he was part of a strong community, and he cared about the people of Emerald very much. Hell, he would sacrifice his life for any of them. He'd returned from the war to find all his family and friends had perished, and when he'd come across Emerald, he'd decided to make it his home and contribute to the community in the best way he knew how—protecting it.
Fuck. He ran a hand over his face. It was past time he take a wife and start a family of his own. The world would never be what it once was, but that didn't mean he had to spend the rest of his days wishing for the life he would've had if not for the war.
He flipped open his book and started reading, though thoughts of taking a wife rested in the back of his mind with every turn of the page.
Hours later, a sudden noise thrust him out of his musings. He jumped to his feet, adrenaline pumping through his veins. It was late. The party had ended long ago, and all of Emerald was probably snug in their beds.
The faint creak of the garage door opening reached him. His heart pounded and his fists clenched at his sides. No one in Emerald, even teenagers playing a prank, would be stupid enough to sneak into his garage in the middle of the night.
It had to be an outsider. Perhaps a Raider.
Why hadn't the safety alarms blared? Fuck, they were probably malfunctioning again. Once they found all the parts required, he would have his soldiers help him replace the whole damn system. Until then, he would put two men on guard duty each night. An intruder in Emerald, even one, was fucking unacceptable.
He snuck out the back door, into the cold winter night, to investigate. If it was a Raider, he would fucking break their neck.
* * *
Ally crouched behind a large tree as she waited for the full cover of nightfall. She peeked out from her hiding spot every few minutes to size up the tall wooden fence that surrounded the settlement. 'No trespassing' signs decorated the perimeter of the fence, but she resolved not to let the warnings deter her.
She had to make it inside. There was no other option.
Shivers racked her body, and she rubbed her arms in an effort to keep out the chill. Ribbons of smoke escaped the numerous chimney tops and curled into the darkening sky. What would it be like to sleep in a safe house heated by a warm, cozy fire?
For the briefest moment, she heard the crackling of a well-tended flame. Nostalgia swept through her, and she was suddenly propelled into her grandparents' living room. Pap was sticking a poker in the fire, rekindling the flames as a blizzard raged outside. Gram was knitting in her rocking chair, a vibrant quilt draped over her lap. Ally was stretched out on the sofa, reading the latest mystery novel.
No. Don't think about it. She bit the inside of her cheek when her eyes started drooping. A frigid gust of wind brought her reality crashing back and chased away the happy memories of her childhood. Focus, Ally.
Wisps of white escaped her mouth with each exhale of breath. God, it was cold. So fucking cold. If she could find a vehicle in the settlement, she could travel south more quickly. The walls had been built up tall and sturdy for a reason. Food. Medicine. Clothing. This settlement possessed vital supplies worth protecting.
She pushed down the pang of guilt that vibrated in her chest. She would only take what she needed to survive. If she didn't travel faster than the Raiders, she might as well lie on the forest floor and let the coldness claim her in a forever sleep.
When the sun finally dipped below the horizon, Ally hid her backpack in the shrubbery and crept toward the settlement. She fixed her gloves in place and retracted the spikes on the front of her makeshift climbing boots. Gulping, she placed her hands on the hard surface of the wall. The sticky rubbery surface of the special gloves gripped the wood.
She listened for footsteps or voices on the other side. When only silence greeted her, she commenced the arduous climb. With quiet and sure movements, she scaled to the top in a matter of seconds. To an observer, she probably looked like a natural, but every muscle in her legs and arms protested. The will to survive guided her. By the time she reached the bottom of the other side, she ached from head to toe.
The pain, however, thrust her into full alertness. She lingered in the shadows against the wall as she remained vigilant for signs of other people. Though it appeared the entire population was asleep for the night, Ally wasn't about to let her guard down. Someone was likely on patrol, hidden in the shadows like her. She just had to escape detection long enough to gather supplies, search for a vehicle, and escape the wal
ls of this place.
Avoiding the faint porch lanterns and glow of the occasional torch, she made her way to a small outbuilding. Inside, she found dried meats and fruits. She shoved the food in her pockets and zipped them up. She also helped herself to clean bandages and a jar of healing ointment. Even if she never had a personal need for them, medical supplies could be traded for food, clean water, or other items of value—even her life.
Once she had all her pockets filled and zipped shut, she exited the outbuilding and scanned the shadows for a vehicle. The smoke from the chimneys burned her throat as she slipped between houses and ventured deeper into the settlement. It was risky to stay here so long, but she couldn't leave yet. Not if there was a truck, or even a small car, contained within these walls. In her present circumstances, a vehicle could make the difference between life or death. She'd worry about how to break outside the walls afterward. Perhaps if she found a large truck, she could drive it through the locked gates of this settlement and be miles away from Pennsylvania come this time tomorrow.
A large brick home stood out amongst the other houses, and she almost gasped when she spotted a garage attached to it. Her heart raced and excitement churned through her insides. She crept to a side door and turned the handle, holding her breath and praying she escaped detection. After slipping inside, she closed the door with a quiet click and pulled a small flashlight from her pocket.
She crouched on the floor and turned it on, keeping the beam of light low.
It shone upon mud caked tires.
Her breath caught in her chest. Holy shit. She'd actually found a vehicle.
Upon further inspection, it appeared to be a truck. The sort of truck the army had used during the war. In fact, she found the US Army emblem on the driver's door.