Military Romance Collection

by E Cleveland

  “You don’t need to thank me. Never for that. And, I love you too,” I smile down at her and give her a quick peck before releasing her to the night. “However, I should go. I’m gonna go take a shower,” I smirk.

  “Ok, I feel like I should apologize or something,” she tilts her head.

  “Never.” My answer is firm. “Just know, that in nine hours,” I growl, “that pussy is mine.”

  Holly’s eyes open wide and she nods her head.

  “Good. Well then, sleep well.” I grab her hand and give it a squeeze before turning and walking out the door.

  Looks like I’ll be working on a world record for how many times a guy can jerk off in one night. Damn she makes me crazy, but she’s worth the wait. I know that once we get out of here, I’ll be working on a new world record. Seeing how many times and how many ways I can fuck her before we’re both too sore and tired to continue. Now, that’s a record I look forward to setting.

  21

  Holly

  Standing nervously at the side of the auditorium, I wait to hear my name. I watch as patients who started the program at the same time as me are called on stage, one-by-one, to officially graduate. A little more than fifty percent of us made it through the two months here. Many people quit, choosing whatever their old lives and old addictions provided for them instead of recovery. I knew I had nothing to go back to out there. For me, it was get better or die. “Holly E.” Ms. Morehouse calls me up. Even on grad day, they don’t reveal our last names. Some attempt to give us anonymity I guess.

  I walk up the couple of steps to the center of the stage and shake the hand of the smiling director.

  “Congratulations,” she speaks softly and hands me a bronze coin with an eagle soaring above the cedars on the front. I flip it over in my hand, the back reads: they who succeed, believe they will.

  I smile with tears in my eyes. “Thank you,” I whisper.

  “You did the hard work, we just helped you find yourself again. Make sure you don’t lose her out there, ok?” She gives me a quick hug and I nod, overcome with emotions.

  “I won’t,” I promise and make my way to the other side.

  I squeeze the coin in my hand and look out into the crowd of friends and family cheering us on. My eyes stop scanning when they reach the aging face of my father. His cheeks are flush and his smile looks like it hurts, it’s so wide. His pride radiates around him like an aura. My heart swells up like a balloon.

  I did it.

  I’ve never graduated anything before. Not unless you count kindergarten, which I don’t. I dropped out of high school and never looked back. This is the first thing I’ve really worked for and accomplished in a long, long time. I’ve been locked in Knox’s world of drugs and pain for so long, I’d forgotten what it felt like to achieve something on my own. I fail to recall what it feels like to succeed at anything.

  My gaze moves over to my mother. Her face is in direct contrast to Dad’s. They look like those masks you always see as a symbol for drama. One with a delirious smile and the other with a frown. Why did she come here? Clearly, she didn’t want to.

  “Jake A.” I pry my attention from the sour look on Mom’s face and watch as Jake struts across the stage. I can’t help but soak up every inch of him, starting with his shaggy brown hair and ocean blue eyes and traveling down over his broad shoulders, further to his cut abs, to his… I bite my lip and my heartbeat quickens. I remember how I couldn’t fully wrap my fingers around his long, fat cock. Heat burns over my cheeks as my chest rises and falls rapidly, only a few short hours and I’ll get to explore every inch.

  Jake smiles at me as he makes his way to our side of the stage. We did it! My body tingles with a sensation I don’t remember having since I was a child: pride. I’m happy that Jake and I agreed to wait until after this ceremony to be together. It meant a lot to me, after years of breaking promises to myself to quit drugs, to leave Knox, to start over, and failing myself every time, this promise had to stick.

  Jake looks out at the crowd of strangers, searching. I know what he’s going through, I understand what if feels like to scan unfamiliar faces for your family when they aren’t there. His eyes stop flickering over the crowd and he juts out his jaw, lined with a much scruffier beard than when we first met. I know he’s disappointed that his parents didn’t show up today, even if he won’t say it.

  “And huge congratulations to our graduates of the program. Please, let’s give them a hand,” the crowd erupts with applause as everyone scatters in different directions, bee-lining for their families.

  My father looks like he’s competing for speed walking champion as he hurries over to me, my mother slowly wades through the wake of people behind him.

  “Holly!” He throws his arms around me in a bear hug. Dad steps back and looks down at me, beaming, “I’m so proud of you honey. I can’t wait to get you home and be together as a family again,” he smiles.

  Mom finally makes her way to his side and scowls at Jake. “Who’s he?” She asks rudely.

  “Mom, Dad, this is Jake.”

  “Pleasure to meet you,” Jake shakes my father’s hand, but my mother crosses her arms tight across her chest and purses her lips.

  “Likewise,” Dad answers, looking at me with question marks in his eyes.

  “Guys, we need to talk. Let’s go to my room, I’ve got all my bags there anyway,” I lead the way.

  “I told you!” I hear my mother hiss to my father as I guide them from the auditorium with Jake by my side. “She’s up to something again,” she whispers loudly.

  I pretend not to hear her and lead the way to my room. On the floor are my suitcases, already packed and ready to go. My bed is stripped and the drawers and closet have been emptied, prepared for the next lost soul who needs this space.

  “So, this is where you stayed, huh?” Dad looks around the small space.

  “Yep, this was home for two months,” I smile weakly.

  “Let’s cut the chit chat. Why is he here?” My mother interrupts, her eyebrows knit together and her lips turn down. “What’s going on?”

  I look up at Jake and he nods at me, “Ok, Mom, Dad, I can’t go back with you today. I’m going to need to stay with Jake for a while.”

  “You’ve got to me kidding me,” my mother’s voice is dry as chalk dust.

  “No! There’s no way you’re going with him!” My father protests, puffing out his chest. “Who the hell is this guy? Your boyfriend? It’s not happening, Holly. Not again.”

  “You were supposed to come here to get off drugs, not replace one addicted loser with another one,” Mom snaps and throws her arms across her chest like she’s trying to touch her hands behind her back.

  “Woah,” Jake steps in, “with all due respect, Ma’am, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” He holds up his hands.

  “Excuse me, but I think we know our daughter better than you. How long have you been in here? A couple of months? Are you going to tell us you’re in love next?” Mom rolls her eyes hard.

  “Louise, let them talk, please. This isn’t helping,” Dad interrupts and my mother clamps her mouth shut, billowing out her cheeks like a puffer fish, as crimson rises up her neck.

  “Dad,” I look into my father’s wounded gaze, “please, listen. My ex, the guy I already told you about, he’s going to kill me. He found me here, and he’ll kill me, and probably you guys if I go back with you.” I pull the crumpled sheet Knox sent me from my jeans and thrust it into my father’s hand.

  He looks down at the short message, then back up at me.

  “How do you know he sent it to you?” Dad asks.

  “I know. He’s dangerous, Dad. He’s killed people before,” I look down at the tile floor as both my parents watch me in horror.

  “Then, we’ll just call the police,” Dad cuts the silence. “You don’t have to go to,” he looks at Jake, “where do you live?”

  “Virginia Beach, sir.” Jake answers.

  “You don’t ha
ve to go, what, fourteen hours away from us to be safe. We’ll call the cops and that will be that.”

  “Dad, you don’t understand. He’s one of the biggest drug smugglers on the entire East Coast. He’s got connections, on the street and in the force. The cops won’t help.”

  “Sir, Ma’am, if I may,” Jake interrupts. “I know you don’t know me from Adam, but I am a Navy SEAL, I live in a gated community where a lot of my neighbors are also SEALs. Holly will be safe with me. I won’t let anything bad happen to her, I promise you that.”

  “Oh, god, this is rich.” Mom groans, “Sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me. You’re gonna go run off to Virginia Beach with some supposed Navy SEAL bad boy instead of coming home. Doesn’t this sound familiar, Don? How many times is she going to do this to us? How many times are we going to keep letting her walk in and out of our lives?” Mom turns around and walks over to my window, staring out of it, motionless.

  “Sir, I don’t expect that you’d just take me at my word, especially when you’re meeting me in here. That’s why I’ve written down this list of contacts. You can confirm with them that I’m who I say I am. Also, here’s my military ID,” Jake pulls a card from his wallet and thrusts it out to my Dad along with a sheet of names and numbers he pulled from his pocket.

  “Trust me, if Holly goes home with you today, her ex will kill her. I will give her a secure home and I’ll take care of her. I swear on my life.”

  “I will call these numbers,” Dad looks down at the sheet and then to me. The tears building up in his eyes break my heart.

  “I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Jake answers softly.

  “I just have one question before I do,” Dad peers into Jake’s face, “you say that if she comes home with us, he’ll murder her.”

  “Yes.” Jake answers.

  “But, what about if she comes home with you? Won’t he still track her down?”

  “Sir, if he comes for her at my place he won’t have the chance to get to her.”

  “Why is that?” Dad presses him.

  “Because I’ll kill him.”

  22

  Jake

  “Hey, are you sure you’re ok?” I tuck Holly’s hair behind her ear as she looks out the plane window to the snow-peaked Rocky Mountains below.

  “Hmmm,” she pulls her gaze over to my face like she’s awaking from a trance.

  “You want to talk about what’s on your mind?” I wrap my arm around her and pull her toward me, giving the top of her head a kiss.

  “I just… I guess I wish things had gone better with my parents, you know? Well, Dad took it about as good as you could expect really, but Mom…” she trails off and her eyes slide back over to the tiny plane window.

  “You’re doing the right thing,” I reassure her. “I can promise you that.” I let my arm drop from her shoulders and grab her hand, giving it a squeeze. “What were you going to do when he tracked you down to your parents’ place? You guys would’ve been sitting ducks. Your mother will come around, she’s just worried about you.”

  “She hates me,” Holly whispers, but the pain in her voice screams louder than a delicate newborn, desperate for a mother’s love.

  “No, she doesn’t,” my voice is firm. “I can read people pretty well, and I could see that she loves you, deeply.” With my finger and thumb, I guide her chin around so she’s facing me. “She loves you, Holly.”

  “Do you think so,” her chin quivers as she utters her doubt.

  “I know so.” I look straight into her bright blue eyes and run my thumb over her rosy cheek. “This is the right call, this keeps your parents safe and it keeps you safe. Once your folks come up to visit us and they have a chance to scope out my neighborhood and my place, they’ll see that too, ok?” I kiss the tip of her nose and a smile finally spreads over her full lips.

  “Ok,” she rests her forehead against mine and runs her delicate hand over my grisly beard.

  Holly sits up straight and digs her fingers into my wild man scruff, her face lights up with a mischievous smile.

  “What?” I try to figure out what’s going on in that beautiful mind of hers.

  “Well, one thing is for sure,” she tilts her head at me.

  “What’s that?”

  “When we get to your place, I’m going to make you trim down this crazy beard,” she laughs.

  “Oh, is that a fact?” I run my hand over my jaw. “I dunno, I think I might keep it,” I tease her, “it’s got a personality now, it’s kinda like a pet,” I don’t bother to tell her that I was going to clean it up anyway.

  “I don’t know about that, but I know that this thing,” she gives my beard a playful tug, “will scratch up the inside of my thighs too much and,” she drops her voice and looks around quickly, “I don’t want whisker burn on my pussy,” she bites her lip and looks up at me with a twinkle in her eyes.

  She wins.

  I adjust in my seat so my growing erection doesn’t push painfully against the zipper of my jeans. “I don’t know,” I lower my voice, “that’s only for good girls, and right now you’re being pretty naughty. Getting me all worked up on a plane like this,” I nod down to my groin and can’t help but smile when Holly looks down with her eyes wide, “I might just have to put you over my knee for that.”

  “I’d like that,” she murmurs.

  How can she go from being so angelic she practically has her own halo, to such a sexy bad girl in the blink of an eye? Actually, I don’t give a shit how she does it, it’s hot as hell and that’s all that matters.

  I lean toward her and pull her into my kiss, exploring her mouth softly with my tongue. I twist my body so my back is a wide barricade from the aisle and let my fingers slide up under her skirt. I jolt with surprise when they brush up against her bare pussy.

  “You’re not wearing anything under your skirt,” I keep my voice low enough that only our ears can hear.

  “No, I’m not,” she smirks at me.

  I place my finger at her opening, surprised by how wet she is for me. “Maybe you are a good girl after all,” I growl, pressing my index finger deep inside her. Holly closes her eyes and breathes out loudly. She’s soaking wet. I curl my finger up inside her and apply pressure against her g-spot as Holly wriggles in the seat beside me. Pulling my hand back, I slide my finger back out of her tight little pussy and lick her juices from my hand. “You taste like heaven,” I murmur.

  Holly’s hand slowly slinks up my thigh, but I know there’s no way she can pull off slipping her hand into my pants with discretion.

  “No,” I grab her hand and she looks up at me pouting. “Not here,” I tell her firmly. “What you’re going to do, is go to that bathroom back there,” I jerk my head in the direction, “and you’re going to wait for me, cause I’m going to go in there and fuck you raw, understand?” I wait for my good girl to answer, but she can’t seem to find her words. Instead, Holly nods silently and quickly stands up, as she slides past me into the aisle, she presses her round ass against my face, toying with me.

  I force myself not to watch her head back like I instructed her. I force myself to stare straight ahead and count. Somehow, I reach the count of ninety and stand up, adjusting my cock so its thick ridge is less noticeable to the people I pass as I make my way to the rear of the plane.

  The door says “Vacant” and I swing it open too eagerly, quickly stepping inside. Holly is already propped up, her ass on the sink, leaving me just enough room in the ridiculously small space to close and lock the door behind me.

  “I’ve been waiting too long for this,” I growl, pulling a condom from my wallet, I quickly unzip my pants and pull them and my underwear down to my upper thighs, “and I won’t wait another second.”

  Holly stares down at me, watching as I unroll the condom over every inch of my heavy dick, I can see from her wide eyes that she’s nervous and excited. I don’t blame her, she’s in for a wild ride.

  “Get that sweet ass over here,” I grab her and pull
her to the edge of the sink. Holly tries to steady herself by grabbing my shoulders, but I quickly take both of her ankles and throw it over my shoulder.

  “Oh!” Her eyes meet mine and I can see she wants this as much as I do.

  “Shhh!” I scold her quietly. “You have to be quiet.”

  Holly nods her head and I grab the base of my cock and slide it along her slick entrance. My dick twitches with anticipation as I feel the heat of her pussy against me. I know I should take it slow, but all my self-restraint dissolves as I breathe in her desire.

  Stepping into her, I wrap one hand around her shoulders and hold her tight as I sink my cock deep inside her in one thrust. Holly opens her mouth to scream, but I clap my hand over her lips, catching her moans in my broad hand. Her tight pussy clenches around me, and I stay still, looking into her eyes, I let her body make room for me. To adjust to a size, she’s clearly not used to.

  “You ready,” I whisper, dropping my hand from her mouth.

  Holly nods and I pull back out a little only to sink deeper inside of her, burying the full length of my cock into her core. This time she doesn’t make a sound, instead she looks up at the ceiling, her mouth opened in a silent “O”.

  “Good girl,” I pump my hips against her, faster and harder now. My balls hit against her asshole as I fuck her relentlessly. Her shoulders are tight under my grasp, her leg feels smooth against my shoulder, but I can’t pay attention to any of that. I don’t even care that Holly is starting to pant so loudly I’m sure it can be heard outside the bathroom walls. All I care about is fucking her sweet little pussy, making up for the lost time, the close calls, the endless nights of fantasies I’ve had to deal with for the past two months. I’m sure there’s a part of her that wanted our first time to be rose petals and candles, but I can’t stop myself from holding her tight against me as I thrust my cock inside her like a jackhammer.

  I reach down between us and let my finger find her clit, swirling it rhythmically as I pound my cock into her. Holly arches her back and clamps her own mouth with both her hands as I bring her to her orgasm.