She smiles.
“I want you to know that I am committed to you. No matter what I say or how I treat you in front of her, it is only for mission success. This…” I cup her face and stare into her eyes. “This is real. Remember that.”
She nods and places her forehead on mine. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve been coping with my feelings in front of her since I first met her. And the same goes for you with my response. Whatever I do, I do for us, and if you hurt my feelings too bad, you can make it up to me when you come home that night.”
I grin with a little puff of air. “Home,” I pull her lips to mine. “This is my home.”
Zella
As soon as our lips touch, the fire erupts inside me. This man I barely know, I know with a depth that can’t be explained. When he touches me, everything tunes into him. When he stares at me, he communicates with my soul. When he speaks, my heart hears him. I don’t understand it, but I’m forever grateful to have found it.
His kiss devours my mind as his fingers undress me. And when he picks me up, cradling me to his chest, and carries me to the bed, I know he feels the same way. He sets me down and strips slowly for me, allowing me to marvel at his manliness.
I reach for him, and he steps into my arms. My mouth kisses and loves his cock as my fingers flex, stroking his skin, tickling, and teasing him. His hands gently hold my head as he stares down at me, and when he brushes back my hair, I melt with a need to satisfy him.
The moans I suck from him embolden me, and when he’s ready to blow, he tries to pull away, but I force him further down my throat. He erupts with a groan that is the most gratifying sound I have ever heard.
His hands grip my head tight, and he lifts me to my feet, then he kisses me, tasting himself in my mouth. I don’t understand why that feels bonding, but it does. Then he’s kissing my face with sweet little pecks as he says the words every woman wants to hear. “Rapunzel, you belong to me, but more than that, I belong to you.”
I throw my arms around his neck and bury my face there. “I believe you!”
He squeezes me so tight I feel like I am healing his heart. I kiss the warm, soft spot where my lips lie over and over and over again until his breath returns to normal and his hug eases off the intensity. His head hangs, resting against mine, and I sit back down on the bed, pulling him with me. I hold him, cherishing him, feeling the need to baby him. He’s so strong, such a man, a hero who has done things that most people cannot even fathom, and he’s done them for those very people. I stroke his head softly as he rests, and I whisper to him, “I got your six.”
When he stirs and lifts his head, looking at me, I know it’s my turn to be cherished. His fingers gently glide over my skin, stirring only the fine hairs, sending sensual sensations straight to my pussy. Then his lips gently kiss the same places, sending a more profound urge down there. He follows with small sucking wet kisses, and my hunger for him grows. When he finally kisses my taut nipple, licking, and suckling, my clit sings as an ache begins. He pushes my legs apart with his knees and enters the zone. But he hovers his body over mind, letting his mouth pull moans, wanting more from me. When I begin to arch my back, asking for more, he pins my arms over my head and flattens his body on top of mine. The heat of his skin sears mine, and as his gentle kisses turn into mauling mouthfuls of my flesh, I throb with a need so strong for him, I can’t remain silent, nor still.
My voice is husky and deep when I call his name, “d’Artagnan!” Arching my back, lifting his massive frame, fighting not for freedom, but for fucking, I beg him. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me, please.”
He ignores my cries and mauls my breasts. My eyes roll back in my head, and I nearly lose consciousness with the surge of sweetness that floods my senses. Then his mouth mauls its way down, and when his face arrives, he hooks my legs and lifts my hips to his mouth. Pinned, captured, a prisoner to his will, he makes every fantasy I’ve ever had come true, and when I cum, my back arches and my legs shake with the earth-shattering orgasm.
Then I start to sob, and he drops my hips, wraps his strong arms around my body, and lifts me into his lap. I curl up in the fetal position as he rocks me, and I release the years of being secretly afraid of being alone.
He kisses the top on my head and whispers, “I got your six too.”
I look at him and know that I have finally found my home.
Chapter 24
Two weeks later.
d’Artagnan
Iturn when Cathy opens the bedroom door. “Bubba, are you …” Her face freezes, then her jaw drops, and she burst into tears. “You look so handsome! I’m so happy for you!” She sobs as she closes the door on her tears.
I open it and enter her living room. For the past two days, I’ve camped with her instead of staying at Rapunzel’s place. Something about a superstition and not seeing the bride before the wedding.
“I’m ready. Let’s go.” I grin at her. “You look beautiful, sister.”
She wipes her tears and blows her nose. “I’m a hot mess!” She laughs. “You’re going to have to drive.”
I chuckle at her and catch the keys she tosses at me. On the ride to the Cathedral, we talk about mom and dad and relive fun memories of growing up together.
When we arrive, she points and says, “Bobby said to park in the back. Just go around the cones.”
I laugh at her as I navigate the barriers, “I got this, sister.”
When we get out of the car, Bobby comes running down the stairs. “Oh, good! You’re early!”
When I walk around the back of the car, he stops and puts his hand to his heart. “Damn!” He says. “You are heart-stoppingly handsome in that uniform, Mr. Dugan.”
