Page 88 of Owen
The advantage of living in an Officer’s Quarter just a half mile away from the airfield is that she can come home for lunch when she’s not away.
“Four hours of not seeing you is too long.” My mouth finds hers as we kiss each other hello.
Smiling against my mouth, causing me to kiss her teeth, she giggles. “What’s made you miss me?”
“Everything. I missed this sexy little flight suit you have on.” I squeeze her ass. “And this prissy little hair bun that makes you look all prim and proper, although I know you’re really a freak between the sheets.” Pulling out the bobby pins from her hair, I release her silky locks, letting them fall loose over her shoulders like a waterfall of fire.
I stand back and take her in while her big blue eyes blink back at me. “You look beautiful.”
Her cheeks fill with color.
“I think you’re beautiful,” she whispers in response, making me clench a little, not quite believing it. Having been told since I was a child that I was a worthless piece of shit, getting used to Jade’s praise is something I am still working on.
“We’ve been over this before, Hotshot. You are the one raising the bar of this relationship. I’m just the nanny,” I tease, knowing how much she hates me saying this.
She prods my side playfully and I flinch at how much it tickles. “I have told you, Mr. Brodie, that you are more than the nanny.”
“I know.” I make a list with my fingers. “I’m the cook, housekeeper, personal shopper, diaper changer, oh, and live-in lover.” The last one is our secret.
According to the official paperwork and my station pass, I’m the live-in nanny and not Jade’s boyfriend. Living together outside marriage within a military family quarter is against the rules, which I find archaic and unrealistic, given most couples live together before walking down the aisle these days.
I also suspect my fake single status is the reason why I get side-eyed, smiled at, and hit on too when I’m out and about. It’s as if the moms are all in heat.
Jade tells me that it’s most likely because their husbands are away on deployment and I’m the most “handsome guy on camp”. I know what lonely feels like. It’s not nice. Everyone needs someone. My someone just happens to be a redheaded spitfire and I can’t bear the thought of her being assigned elsewhere for six months without me. It sounds torturous.
“You are the best live-in lover to have walked the streets of this camp.” She tries to tickle me again, but I grab her wrists and hold them against her sides. “But shhh, don’t tell anyone.” She sounds flustered. “You are so strong.”
I keep her arms pinned. “And fast,” I state.
“Not as fast as me in my jet.” She wriggles about, trying to free herself.
“Wrong.” I bend at the knees, catching her unawares, and throw her over my shoulder. “I’m faster.”
She squeals, slapping my ass as I bounce up the stairs. “What are you doing?”
“Punishing you for trying to tickle me.”
“Where’s Poppy?” She squeals again when I slap her backside.
“Your mom came over this afternoon with Aunt Babs and asked if she could babysit for us tonight.” She sounds out of breath as we reach the top of the stairs and I stride across the landing to our bedroom.Our bedroom.What a fucking rush.
“So we have the house to ourselves tonight?” Her tone bounces with excitement.
I gently lay her down on the bed and stay standing at the foot of it. “I’m going to fuck you, then feed you.” I pull my tee shirt up over my head and throw it aside. “And then fuck you some more. How does that sound?” She bites her bottom lip, squirming as I crawl up her body.
“Or we could go to the gym,” she suggests, knowing that will never happen when we have the entire night alone together.
Grabbing her hips, I push hers into mine and rub my now hard cock against her. “I have a better workout planned for you.”
Her girlish laughter turns into a gasp when her eyes catch sight of my glinting metal. “What is this?”
I look down at the gold dog tags dangling from the chain around my neck.
“My new necklace.”
Squinting to read the small print, her eyes turn glassy. “You got dog tags with my name on them?”
“And mine. One of each.”
