“God, Mack, I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Please let me see you? Let me feel you inside me,” she begs.
“You’re not ready yet,” I let my eyes feast on her shamelessly. Savoring every inch of her skin from her long neck to her perky tits.
She’s too sexy, and the crazy part is, she doesn’t even know it. Not like I do. Most women who look half as good as Lauren are used to every guy chasing them down. They get an attitude that she doesn’t have. She’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever met, and she’s still so down to earth. She defies logic and rules. There are no games with her, no laws. Hell, even lying on her back, her perky tits seem to defy the law of gravity, so maybe she is some kind of magic.
And she’s mine.
My eyes’ gaze is interrupted rudely by the fabric of her little shorts, covering her modestly.
I’ve got no fucking time for modesty.
“Keep your hands up,” I growl, releasing her wrists from my grasp. Lauren bites her pouty bottom lip and nods in response. “Good girl,” I love a woman who knows when to challenge me and when to let me have my way.
I drag my fingertips down her ribs and over her little belly, protruding a little in the way a woman’s body does once she’s carried a child. Perfectly curved. I dig my fingers under the hips of each side of her shorts and tug them down to her knees in one quick pull.
The little patience I’ve had is rewarded as I look down onto her glistening pussy. With just a short trim of hair covering her, and her sweet nectar ripe for savoring, she looks like the sweetest peach ready to be devoured.
I quickly look into Lauren’s eyes and she watches me intently, her arms still perfectly still above her head. “But don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure I get you ready.”
I pull her little shorts down the rest of her legs and toss them over my shoulder onto the floor. Sliding down between her thick thighs, I pinch my fingers into the meat of her legs as I hold them open wide. Her pussy is totally exposed now, the dark brown of her petals contrasting against the soft pink of her sensitive nub.
I bury my face between her thighs and pull one of her dark lips into my mouth, tugging it softly as I let my tongue tease her sweet clit. She tastes like heaven. And I should know, I caught a glimpse of it in the desert. Funny how in the moment I was facing death, I saw her. She must be my eternal life.
I circle my wet tongue over her nub as she tries to twist her hips in anticipation. My hands have her pinned to the couch though, and as long as she doesn’t move her arms, she’s completely under my power.
Sliding my tongue down the length of her pussy, I spread her fat cheeks and dip my lips between them until I have my tongue pressed against her tight asshole.
Lauren gasps and she stiffens out under my hands. But she doesn’t tell me to stop or say she doesn’t like it. She just seems surprised. I flicker my tongue against her until she’s squirming and bearing down against me. I slide back up to her sweet clit just to keep her on the edge.
I finally let go of her thigh and push my fingertip into her pussy, feeling her muscles contract around me, trying to milk me.
In good time, baby.
God, she’s still so fucking tight! She hasn’t changed since she was eighteen.
I know I can’t wait much longer to make her mine. I need to feel her tight pussy around my cock. My lips close around her clit and I suckle it lightly as I flutter my tongue against her relentlessly. Lauren is gasping and breathing a string of incoherent words. The way her walls keep gripping down on my finger, I can tell she’s very close.
“Mack! Oh, my God!” Her body tightens up under me, ever muscle contracting as she cums for me.
I pull my head away, knowing how sensitive she’ll be after that, but keep thrusting my finger inside her as I watch her pant for air. Her hairline is covered in tiny droplets of sweat and she has the arms I told her not to move thrown over her eyes. I’ll let it go this time. Clearly she needs a minute.
Lauren moves her arm and smiles down at me bashfully. Her hips keep climbing to meet my finger rhythmically fucking her pussy.
“I think you’re ready now.”
“That was amazing.”
“That was nothing.” I reluctantly stop fingering her little box and sit up enough to pull off my shirt. I stand up to get the pants off. With my prosthetic leg, I need to be careful about how I pull down my jeans. It’s probably not the most graceful way to undress, but it’ll get the job done. Finally, I pull off my underwear and smile down to Lauren as she licks her lips hungrily for me.
“Wanna taste, baby?” I stroke my rock hard cock and watch her eyes widen as they travel down every inch of my member.
“I do.” she purrs.
I hold my dick at the base and hover the tip over her lips. Lauren quickly swipes her tongue over the tip, licking off the tiny bead of precum and then opens her mouth wide as she takes my thick cock deep into her mouth. I let my hand rest on the back of her head, guiding her slowly down my shaft until I can hear her throat protest with a slight gagging.
“Sorry, I won’t go that deep. Not in your mouth anyway,” I reassure her as her eyes water a bit and look up at me.
“Mmmm,” I’m not sure if she’s agreeing or arguing, but either way, it feels fucking amazing.
“Yeah, baby, just like that.” I let go of her head and just watch as Lauren slides her lips up and down the length of my shaft. I can feel the tension in my balls building as I get swept away by the sensation of her wet tongue sweeping over the tip of my cock.
Fuck. If she doesn’t stop soon, I’m going to cum down her throat.
“You need to stop,” I whisper unconvincingly. Lauren either doesn’t hear me or doesn’t listen. My balls tighten up and I’m gonna blow my load if I don’t pull out. I manage to take a step back, releasing myself from her perfect pout.
I know I’m already a decorated veteran, but I want another damned medal for the self control that took. Hell, I want a chest full of medals!
“I can finish you and we can have sex later,” she looks up at me, almost pleading. I’ve gotta admit, it’s tempting as fuck.
“No,” my voice is hoarse. It’s amazing I can talk at all, really. “I’ve been missing you for ten years, I don’t want to wait one more second for you. I want you right now.”
I kneel down between her legs and she opens them wide for me. I’m not the only one who doesn’t want to wait anymore.
I grab my cock and slide it up and down just allowing the tip to tease her clit as I get myself back under control.
Fuck control.
I press the head of my cock into her wet pussy and wrap my other hand around the back of her neck, pressing all of my weight into her. She breathes in sharp as I bury my cock into her pussy. She’s so tight, I’m almost questioning if I ever took her virginity the first time around.
“Oh!” Lauren’s eyes are wide and she squirms a little under me. I’ve been told I can be a bit much to take in one stroke, but I can’t help myself with her. I know I should pull back, let her adjust to my girth and go slow, but I can’t.
I thrust my cock deep into her until my balls smack up against her plump ass cheeks. Still holding her head in a vice grip, I finally pull back a little bit and then fuck her hard. I let myself get lost in her, let my cock bury inside her over and over as she whimpers in my ear.
I don’t know how I’ve ever wasted time with any other girl. How I’ve ever let so much time go by. How I ever walked away. She’s amazing. I’ve fucked more women than I can keep track of, and I know not a single one has felt like her. Like she was actually made to fit my body and mine alone.
My breathing is getting heavy and so are my balls as I just keep fucking Lauren like I just got out of prison. In a way I have. Even if it was a prison of my own making.
“Oh, Mack, I’m gonna …” Her pussy squeezes around me and I arch my back so I can look down the length of our bodies. I want to see what’s mine milking my thick cock for every drop of cum I’m
about to give her. Lauren drives her nails back into my back in the same spot she carved out before. The sharp pain and the sensation of her tight pussy quivering around me is too much. A wave of pleasure floods through me as I fill her with spurts of my seed.
I feel light headed as I collapse against Lauren on the couch. Her legs are tangled around me in a full body hug and my cock is still twitching inside her.
Cold realization washes over me as it occurs to me that I didn’t ask about protection. People have been calling me Captain America since I came back to US soil, but they could just as easily have been calling me Captain Condom.
“Damn it,” I hiss and pull out of Lauren. Her eyes cloud over as confusion washes her face.
“What? You have regrets?” The pain is all over her words. Regrets? How could she think that?
“No, I just should’ve used protection. I got caught up.” I chide myself.
“Why? I mean, you’re ok, aren’t you?” Panic tinges her words as she searches for meaning in mine.
“No, no. I mean, yes. I don’t have anything. It’s not that.” I kiss the tip of her nose.
“Oh,” I can see the tension melt away from her shoulders as she lies her head back against the arm of the couch. “Well, don’t worry about it then. I’m on birth control still. I don’t know why I didn’t stop when Joel passed. I guess it was just a habit.” She shrugs looking down to the cushions beneath us.
“Yeah, but birth control doesn’t work that great for us, does it?” Lauren doesn’t blink. She keeps staring at the cushion like she’s memorizing it.
“What do you mean?” she whispers to the couch.
“I mean Chris. He’s mine isn’t he?” I finally ask the question that I’ve been wondering since I looked at the pictures. “He is my son, isn’t he Lauren?” I look down at her and if it wasn’t for the pulse wildly beating in her neck, I would think she was dead. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. I don’t think she’s even breathing. “Lauren?” I don’t mean to raise my voice, but it comes out sharper than I intend.
She snaps her head up and looks me straight in the eyes. Her brown eyes seem darker, more somber.
“Yes.”
27
Lauren
2014
Scooting back on the couch, I pull my knees into my chest and fold my arms around my legs. I suddenly feel so exposed. So vulnerable. And it has nothing to do with being naked.
Mack knows that he has a son. This secret I’ve been carrying for ten years has finally been lifted from my soul. I thought when this day came I would feel lighter, not sick.
“Yes, he’s yours.” I answer him again. Resting my head on my knees, I look up at him from under my eyelashes. I’m not sure how he’s going to react. What he’s going to say. I watch storm clouds roll in over his face as he battles the emotions he’ll never share with me. Mack was never one to talk about his feelings, even before the military. Now even less so.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you get a hold of me at West Point?” He shakes his head slowly; his voice is monotone. I can’t tell if he thinks this is good news or the worst thing he’s heard. His furrowed brows aren’t really giving me a lot of information.
“I thought about it. Trust me. You have no idea how many nights I fought with myself. It was hard. Please don’t think I made the decision lightly. I didn’t. For the first three years of Chris’s life, I was a single mother. I second guessed not telling you every single day. Especially when I was getting my degree and trying to look after my baby.”
“Then why didn’t you?” Mack stands up and runs his hand over the back of his head. He walks over to the photos I caught him looking at earlier and stares down at them, his hand still resting on his neck as he looks back over the photos. My eyes sweep down his naked body, I wish he wouldn’t put distance between us. I wish he’d hold me close and talk to me about this.
“Instead you let another man raise my child as his own? I mean, does that seem right to you? Did I hurt you that badly, Lauren? Was I so terrible to you that you didn’t even let me know I had a son in this world?” The muscles in his back flex tight.
“No, you weren’t bad to me. You did hurt me, yes.” I admit, fresh tears sting my eyes as if the wound of him choosing his country over me happened yesterday. I guess it’s more like a burn than a wound. A burn that looks alright on the surface but keeps destroying the layers of skin underneath. A burn that radiates pain deep inside, long after it should have healed.
“So you got back at me by keeping Chris from me?” his voice wavers, he still won’t face me. I hate talking to the back of his head, but I understand if he can’t look at me right now. I hug my knees tighter to my body, desperate to feel Mack’s arms around me. I wonder if I ever will again.
“No, it had nothing to do with that!” I can’t believe he’d accuse me of keeping Chris out of his life because I had hurt feelings. What does he think of me? “Yes, I was hurt. Yes, I was angry. But I never kept it from you because of how you decided to leave. Let me remind you, it was you who decided to walk away and leave me here while you went off to pursue your dreams, Mack.” My tone has a razor’s edge.
“Lauren, I was doing what I thought was right. You remember how Ben died. What was I supposed to do, forget about the one thing that I cared about and stay here just because you didn’t like my decision?” He finally turns to face me and I wish he’d turn back around. His eyes flash with anger, but under the anger I can see the betrayal he’s feeling tossing around on the ocean blue storm of his eyes.
“I thought I was the one thing you cared about,” I whisper, I feel like I swallowed a rock.
“You know what I mean,” he snaps.
“No, I don’t. And I certainly didn’t then. Do you remember what you told me on prom night? How it was the perfect time for you to get into West Point because you had to be a certain age and couldn’t be married and …”
“I couldn’t have kids,” he finishes my sentence. The anger fades from his eyes as he stares down at the floor.
“Exactly. I didn’t keep Chris from you because you left me for West Point. It wasn’t some kind of revenge, Mack. I kept him from you because I knew how much West Point meant to you. I knew you would come back and look after us, but that you’d always be full of regret. You’d never get the chance to go again. Ever. I didn’t want us to be a weight around your neck.” I confess.
“You shouldn’t have made that decision for me,” his voice is flat. Defeated. My heart squeezes in my chest thinking that I did this to him.
“You’re right. I was young and stupid. I never should have let you go, either. I should’ve tried to make it work when you said you wanted to do the long distance thing. I admit I wasn’t a genius at eighteen.”
“And what about in your twenties? What about after I graduated? You still never looked me up?” He meets my eyes and I see a flash of lightening on the stormy seas of his crystal blues.
“You’re right. I met Joel in college and we ended up married. I guess after that I didn’t think about contacting you as much. I figured it would just make everything even more complicated. You never came back to Colorado, so I never knew if you got married or had other kids or anything. I guess I just thought it was better to let sleeping dogs lie.” I leave out how I still agonized about it for years. How many nights I searched for him on Facebook. How many times I tried to find his e-mail address.
“This is so fucked up, Lauren. I mean, how did any of this happen anyway? Didn’t you tell me you were on the pill then too?” Mack paces back and forth in front of my couch. I hold my hand out to him and he looks down at it like I’m holding up a foreign food.
“Please, Mack, sit down with me.” I plead.
He looks at me and grasps my hand. My heart flutters like a hummingbird’s wings with hope.
“Ok.” He settles back onto the couch and looks over at me. I can see the suspicion coursing through his veins, but at least he’s giving me the chance to talk.
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“Thank you,” I breathe deep, feeling like I’m taking in the first breath after a deep dive. “You’re right, I was on the pill. I mean, you remember how diligent I was with it. I had a timer on my cellphone and everything.”
“I remember.” His jaw is tight.
“I don’t know if you remember that about a week before prom I got an ear infection?” I look into his eyes but I don’t see a flash of recognition. “Anyway, the doctor gave me a string of antibiotics and I didn’t realize back then that it makes your birth control not work that great. At least it did for me. So, yeah, Chris happened. Not that I would trade him for the world.” My mother’s guilt sweeps over me; all this talk about our son like he’s a mistake isn’t sitting well on my heart.
“Fuck, that’s a lot to take in.” Mack looks down at his palms like he’s trying to read them. If I trace his love line, will I be there? Or is my place always going to be in his past?
“I know. Just so you know, when Joel passed, I did start looking you up again to tell you. I was tracking down old high school friends to see if they knew what happened to you. Then I was watching the eleven o’clock news one night and I saw the footage of you over there. It was crazy. I’d been trying so hard to track you down and then, there you were on my television.” I remember how I sobbed uncontrollably as I watched Mack covered in blood. The news had pixelated the lower half of his leg missing, but it was clear as day what had happened to him.
“Shit. You saw that, huh?” He looks over at me and moves closer to me, gently placing his large hand on my foot.
“Everyone in America saw that, Mack. The president saw it. So, yeah, I saw it too. It just felt like, since I knew what you were going to be up against with rehab and everything, like it was a sign to leave it alone. You were going to have enough on your plate, you know? It didn’t feel like a good time to fire off an e-mail about Chris, that’s for damned sure.” I place my hand on top of his and the warmth of his skin soothes me.
“I can see that. That makes sense.” He looks over at me, into me. “Does he know?”
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