To Love a Soldier

by Sophie Monroe

  It didn’t help to get the news the morning after I got home that the police had to cut Mike loose. Apparently, the detectives stated there was insufficient evidence, and they couldn’t hold him any longer.

  Brady, against my pleas, had been secretly doing surveillance for John. I knew they both wanted a piece of Mike, but it just wasn’t worth it. Times were better in the era of an eye for an eye; our legal system is so fucked that people like Mike can get away with what he did, while someone like John would go to jail for even threatening him.

  Fortunately, John was so interested in Mandy that he’d been spending most of his time with her. Brady said that there’d been no sign of Mike at work and Joel and Brandon said they hadn’t heard from him since that night.

  Now that Mandy and I were friends, we were spending a lot of time together. My mother had taken some personal time off to be there for me to cope, and my brother had gotten six weeks leave. It was so awesome being able to spend time with both of them without life getting in the way. I got time off of work as well and was able to get a temporary leave from my class as long as I made up the work.

  We mostly stayed at home, visiting and telling stories. John had amazing stories of his time overseas. I was so enthralled that I would just sit for hours listening, but my mom couldn’t stay in the room. It was too close to the life she had lived before she’d lost Dad and the memories were too painful to rehash.

  We went to Carmine’s a few times, mostly because John had a hankering and it wasn’t for pizza. The only time that Mandy wasn’t at my house was when she had to work. John had always liked pizza, but all of the sudden, Carmine’s magically became his favorite place.

  “Mom, Liz,” John said, coming into the living room, smelling like an overload of cologne. “Let’s go get some pizza.”

  “Oh, come on, John.” My mom sighed. “We’ve been eating pizza and calzones since you met that girl.”

  “Yeah, I know. Luckily, she’s feeding us at cost. Just look at how much grocery money I’m saving the family.” He laughed, turning to me with puppy dog eyes. “Come on, Liz; she’s your friend, too.”

  “Sure, pizza sounds good.” I had my own reasons to get John and my mom out of the house. Brady was on his way over and I wanted to make new, better memories to replace the nightmares that had been haunting me since that night. “Mom, can you take John now and Brady and I will meet you there? He’s running late.”

  “Sure, honey,” she replied. “John, let’s talk about this girl on the way.”

  “Oh, great. Liz, we can wait for Brady.” He glared and gave me his suspicious look where his eyebrows knitted together. It was the same look our father used to have when he was trying to play detective to figure out which one of us colored on the walls. It was usually me, but I didn’t have a tell and John always took the blame so I wouldn’t get in trouble.

  “No, really it’s fine. I wanted a little extra time to talk with him in private anyway.” I looked away, so John couldn’t see in my eyes that I had ulterior motives.

  “Hmmm,” he rubbed his chin with his thumb seeming to ponder. “Okay, your call.” John gave me the older brother I’ve known you your whole life, and you don’t think I know you’re lying? look.

  Brady had already texted me about leaving work and going home quick to take a shower before heading over. This had been an hour ago, so I was sweating, hoping that he wouldn’t pull up as my mom and brother were leaving. I watched frantically as they got in the car and backed out of the driveway. No sign of Brady coming down the road. So far, so good. Now I needed to get into something sexy for Brady.

  Chapter Seven

  All In

  Liz

  As soon as I was sure the coast was clear, I hightailed it up to my bedroom and began shuffling through my dresser drawers. I had some pretty sexy stuff from Victoria’s Secret, but rarely had any occasion to wear it. Since I just showered a little while ago, I had on the right panties and matching bra, but I needed something over it to take his breath away when he walked in the door.

  Got it! I pulled out pale, lilac lace nightie and let it slide over my body. I quickly sat at my vanity and did a frantic touch up, making sure to apply heavier lipstick. I was ready now in every way. Just in time, as I heard a knock at the front door.

  I went to the bedroom window to make sure Brady’s truck was in the driveway, partly because I had become a little paranoid, but also because I certainly didn’t want to answer the door looking like I did for anyone else! Thankfully, it was him. I took in a deep breath and made my way downstairs.

  I opened the door slowly, exposing myself to Brady. I watched as his eyes widened like a cartoon characters and his jaw dropped. I put my pointer finger under his chin and pushed his jaw back up while pulling him into a kiss. I was going to take control. I slid my tongue gently through his lips and slowly swirled it around; he matched his pace with mine before moving away slightly.

  “Holy shit, Liz.” He stepped away to catch his breath. “You look so breathtaking. Beyond beautiful.”

  He smelled good, but he looked even fucking better. He was wearing a pair of fitted, low-rise jeans and a t-shirt that showed all his muscles underneath. We’d fooled around a bit before, but this time I wanted all of him. I wanted to touch him everywhere and take him in me.

  “No talking,” I whispered, as I led him to my bedroom. Sliding my lace nightie off, I left it pooled at my feet and started kissing him again. He pulled off his shirt as I helped him slide his jeans down. His hardness was pressing firmly against his boxers. Leading him to my bed, I sat him on the edge as he propped himself with his muscular arms. I went to my knees and slowly moved my hands to his waist, grazing his bulging cock. I held his waist tight to make sure he couldn’t pull his boxers off. Lowering my head, I started gently kissing his now raging hard-on through his boxers. His hands moved down to attempt to slide them off, but I blocked him and shook my head.

  Mouthing patience, I parted my lips slightly and slid them up and down his length; he squirmed submissively. I moved down and swirled my tongue around his cock as I slowly pulled down his boxers, exposing his thick, throbbing muscle. I kept my position and twisted my hand, wrapping it around the base of his cock while I worked his length with my tongue. I gently sucked and stroked. I could feel his body tense and release over and over. I let my mouth slowly climb his large length until I reached the head. I looked up into his eyes, keeping eye contact, as I greedily took his shaft in my mouth. Working my way up and down, I was able to let it slide down into my throat, almost all of his seven inches of thick perfection. I worked on controlling my gag reflex the best I could. Trusting him completely, I did something I had never done before. I took hold of his hands and placed them on the back of my head. He gently grabbed my hair and guided my mouth up and down as he moaned.

  “It’s your turn, babe,” he said, gently tugging my hair, releasing my mouth from his hardness.

  Taking my hand, he raised me up and unhooked my bra, admiring the view in front of him before taking one in his hand and lowering his mouth around the other. He slowly began caressing my nipple with his tongue, moving in sensual circles, using his hand to gently pinch my other nipple. Just this was pleasure overload for me. It was different with Brady than it had been with any of the other guys I had been with in the past. This was special.

  Looking up at me with lust-filled eyes, he gradually glided his hand down my stomach before reaching my lace panties. He began sensually rubbing my clit at a soft and steady pace. I could feel the lace begin to get soaked and, before long, I felt my muscles start to tighten as he continued.

  Reaching down, I slid my panties off and tossed them to the floor. Brady put his hands around my hips and tenderly lifted me so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Holding his hands in place and not giving me a chance to move away, he lowered his face to my mound and used his tongue to finish what his fingers had started.

  The heat from his mouth sent shivers throughout my entire b
ody. His tongue continued to run up and down my clit with the occasional circular movement. I knew I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I planted my hands firm on the pillows above my head and started grinding my pussy against his face until I saw stars behind my eyelids. He gladly continued licking, enjoying every bit until he couldn’t take it anymore. Standing up, he picked me up in his arms and placed me in the center of the bed, positioning himself between my spread legs.

  “Are you sure you really want to do this?” he asked, following the question with a soft kiss.

  There was not even a moment of hesitation. “I’ve never been so sure of anything, Brady.” I gave him a reassuring kiss back, before getting back into my hot mode. “Now come fuck me,” I demanded.

  Reaching into my nightstand, I felt around blindly for a condom. Once my fingers found what they were looking for, I tore it open and slowly rolled it down his length. Holding himself up with one arm, he used his other to guide his hard cock towards my wetness. He rubbed his thick head around my arousal a few times, before lining up with my entrance. He left his cock sitting right on my wetness, positioning himself with both arms above me. He started gently sliding his way in, until I could feel all of him. His thickness stretched me while he glided in and out. Lifting my legs in the air, I grabbed my ankles tight. I wanted him to move hard and fast.

  “Fuck me harder, Brady,” I pleaded with him. He complied, fucking me at a vigorous pace. I could feel him deep inside me, feverishly pushing harder to get further in and I was already ready to burst. Tossing my head back, I let out a series of moans, followed by excited screams of pleasure.

  I felt myself explode all over his jackhammering cock. The juices ran down my ass and started to make the sheets wet. Reaching my arm around, I grabbed hold of his heavy sac. I wanted to feel him lose control. I wanted to feel him come. His moans were becoming more frequent, and I could feel his stiffness throbbing inside of me.

  “Come on, baby,” I begged for it. “I want to feel you lose control.”

  Immediately after he gave a few deep, hard thrusts, I felt his huge cock bulge inside my heat. Sweat dripped off his head and chest onto me as I rubbed his head and pulled him down to kiss me. He rolled off and pulled me into his arms, cradling me.

  “I love you, Liz,” he said quietly as he was catching his breath.

  “I love you, too.” It was the first time I had said it back, and I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect time. I kissed him again. “Holy shit, that was hot. I wish I didn’t make you wait so long,” I half joked. I was actually glad we waited. It made it that much more special and I was ready.

  He laughed it off. “Yeah, you and me both.”

  We laid in each other’s arms in content silence. There was nothing that could ruin this moment for me.

  DING. Except that.

  I looked over at my phone and saw that John had sent me a text. Sliding my finger to unlock the screen and read the message.

  John Kane: Little sis, waz goin on? Everything ok? Where’s Brady?

  Fuck me! Wait, that just happened… Shit! I texted back.

  Me: Everything’s fine. Brady’s lying here next to me.

  Shit, shit, shit! I wasn’t even thinking and just hit send.

  “Um, Brady… I think I might have just fucked up. Like big time.”

  “What’s wrong?” He asked, and I showed him my phone. “Fuck! Are you kidding me?” He grabbed the phone out of my hand. “My neck still hurts from our first encounter, and you send that combat trained gorilla this!”

  “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” I laughed at his comment. “Maybe we can.” Before I could say delete the message my phone dinged. It was John again.

  John Kane: Little Tizzy! You better be fuckin’ with me here. If he touched you I’m going to snap little muscle man in half!

  Me: rofl I’m just kidding. We are already on our way. See you in a few. Btw you do realize I’m an adult now, right brother?

  Brady just fell back onto the bed shaking his head. I laughed. “Come on, get dressed. We need to hurry.” We scrambled for clothes like the police were raiding a brothel we were in. Grabbing my cell, we ran out the door. It didn’t take long to arrive at Carmine’s, but I’m sure Mr. Military could already tell our timing was off. As we walked in, I was dreading a lecture, but thankfully he was so caught up in a conversation with Mandy that he must’ve lost track of time. Thank youuuu, Mandy. I owe you one.

  We all carried on for most of the evening. It was one of the best days I had in a long time.

  Chapter Eight

  I Followed My Heart

  Mandy

  Taking a final look in the bathroom mirror, I was finally finished with my hair and makeup and almost ready for John to pick me up for our first official date. It had been exactly two weeks since I first saw him and we had become pretty much inseparable since then. He had gotten himself involved in every aspect of my life and I liked it, a lot. I’d because I’d never spent so much time with a guy like I had with John. I really liked him, too. Not only was he incredibly hot, but he had turned out to be one of the sweetest guys ever! He listened when I talked and he was actually interested in what I said.

  When I was working, he would sneak me thoughtful little gifts. It wasn’t hard to see that he was falling for me, but trying not to be overly obvious about it, especially in front of his family. I had never personally known anyone in the military and never actually gave a thought to dating someone in active duty. Knowing what happened with Liz’s mom and the pain and struggle she still lived with after her husband was killed, I don’t think I would date a soldier by choice. Unfortunately, my heart wasn’t giving me a choice. I couldn’t help but follow its lead. There was no denying that I was indeed falling quickly and madly in love with this guy. He was only home for six weeks, and there was only a month left before he would be going back. From the moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he was special and ever since he’s been proving to me why.

  Clearly my heart was about as shy as I was… which wasn’t at all. I put on my sexiest matching bra and panties, just in case he played his cards right. Deciding that, since he was coming in his dress uniform, I would spruce it up, too, I pushed a bunch of hangers out of my way and picked out a knee-length, plum-colored dress. It was my go to dress for special occasions because it showed off all of my assets, but was classy at the same time. I was overflowing with anticipation waiting to see John in his dress uniform.

  I finished getting ready half an hour before he was supposed to pick me up and decided to have a glass of wine to calm my nerves while I waited. I sent Liz a few harassing texts, letting her know the dirty things I had planned for her brother. She was a good sport, even though I totally grossed her out.

  When the doorbell rang, I checked my cell for the time. Figures; he was 15 minutes early. I gulped the remaining wine in my glass, leaving a kiss mark with my lipstick. Feeling giddy about spending a night alone with him, I hustled to the door, where he stood at attention. In one hand, he held a dozen multi-color roses; in the other, he had a five pound Hershey bar. He knew Hershey bars were my weakness and had given me them all week as little gifts. He waved the giant bar around and smiled. He looked so fucking incredible - tall and strapping, and of course, not a wrinkle on his clothes.

  Medals pinned to his dress jacket gleamed in the light. His shoes had no scuffs and were perfectly waxed. I didn’t even want to go out anymore; I wanted to grab him by the jacket and fuck his brains out in and incredibly unladylike manner.

  “Mandy.” He smiled. “You look outstanding. You’re beautiful.”

  I felt my cheeks warm. “Thank you, handsome. You look amazing, John.”

  “We better get going.” He handed me the flowers and chocolate bar. “I wanted to catch an early movie with you, because I made dinner reservations downtown at Julian’s.”

  “Oh, that sounds good.” I had always wanted to go there, but any past boyfriend I’d ever had was too cheap to take me, and it wasn’t exactl
y a place to go with just friends. “Let me go put these in water and we can leave.”

  He waited for me by his car. When I got closer, he rushed to the passenger side and opened the door. I can’t say I had ever had a date night with a true gentleman, so I was looking forward to the night.

  We got on the highway and headed toward the movie theater. “Would you mind if we went to see Mercs?” John asked.

  “Isn’t that the movie about army men or something?”

  “Sort of.” He laughed. “It’s about mercenaries and…”

  I interrupted him, giving him a warm smile. “It’s fine. You seem to have the night planned down to the minute, so I’m probably safe to assume you planned this movie’s time with the dinner reservation.”

  “Damn, I need to remember that it’s not easy to get things past you.” He laughed again, keeping his eyes trained on the road. Something about his smile and his laugh filled my soul with adoration for him. I felt drawn in and feared going back to my old life after he went back.

  “You’d be best to remember that, soldier,” I quipped. “Honestly, I don’t care what we see, as long as it means I can spend time with you.”

  He smiled. “Okay, since we’re being honest, I guess I should tell you that, while I do want to see that movie, the real reason I want to go is because it’s going to be packed with dudes, and I want to enjoy seeing all of their faces when I come walking in with you on my arm.”

  I playfully smacked his arm. “You’re sweet, John. An ass, but sweet, nonetheless.”