It feels so good knowing there is nothing between us as he pumps in and out. Once then twice slowly before increasing his rhythm, pounding harder, faster, deeper. Within moments he is shouting his release. Filling me with his seed before collapsing back down, exhausted.
Lifting his head, he guiltily says, “Sorry I was a bit quick tonight, I didn’t even give you a chance. You turn me on so much. And being bare felt amazing.”
“Trust me, you have nothing to be sorry about, it was fantastic. All of it.”
Waggling his eyebrows at me, he offers, “Can I make it up to you by giving you a personalized, intimate hot shower?”
“Absolutely,” I eagerly agree.
I feel like my final line of defense has been stripped away and already I’m thinking this is the best weekend break ever! And it’s only the first night.
Chapter 23
Luke
Whatanawesomeweekend!I think smiling to myself as I shrug out of my jacket and sit down at my desk on Monday morning.
Friday night making love to Cassie on the deck as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon was a highlight. But it isn’t to say the grill out under the stars, and the late-night walk along the beach following wasn’t also special.
Lazy mornings, waking up with some more leisurely loving followed by a brisk swim in the ocean could become addictive.
The water is still a little cold at this time of year, but Cassie didn’t mind. The upside was we had the beach all to ourselves, so I could help her warm up quickly after our swim by removing her wet sexy red bikini and wrapping her up in a couple of sun-warmed fluffy towels. Any chance I can find to have my gorgeous woman naked and in my arms, is all right with me.
Saturday night, I took Cassie out to the local seafood restaurant as promised. We sat on the balcony overlooking the marina where local fishermen deliver the best, freshest seafood from their catch right to the door of the restaurant. Our baked clams were followed by lobster, and all washed down by a craft beer. I must admit it was kind of romantic sitting there by candlelight talking about our day and what we wanted to do the following day.
I’m seriously falling for this woman. She makes me feel so happy when I’m with her. Truth is, after I was injured, I wondered if I would ever feel whole or happy again. Cassie feels like the missing piece of me, and now I’ve been given a second chance with her, I’ve been put back together.
I'm now thinking about my future in a way I haven’t done in a long time. I’m looking forward to seeing where we are going next in our relationship. I’m quite sure Cassie is thinking about us having a future together too. I honestly believe, after the weekend, she is all in on our relationship. I’m not just stroking my ego thinking like this, I feel it’s a reality.
Sitting back at my desk this Monday morning, I need to pull myself away from thoughts of my weekend and back to another reality. The reality of work. There is even more work to do after the trip to Washington, DC, last week. We will be heading back to DC in a few weeks to do a fully customized system demo, so I better get started as there's not a lot of time.
A few hours later and I’m completely engrossed in some new software code. It’s way past lunchtime, and I haven’t even noticed.
Bec knows to keep visitors out when I’m in the zone; therefore, when my office door bangs open and Blake strides in, slamming the door behind him, I’m pissed.
I growl, “Dude. When will you ever learn to fucking knock?” Not even bothering to raise my eyes from my screen, I continue, “This better be fucking important.”
Silence. Where are the usual smart-ass comebacks?
Finally looking up, I’m shocked to see Blake's pale and drawn face. He sits frozen in the chair on the other side of my desk. Blake the jovial one of the two of us, is a shell of his usual self. My stomach drops. I’ve seen him like this only a couple times before. And it was never good news.
“What’s happened?” I ask, dreading his answer but at the same time bracing myself for what seems to be bad news.
Elbows on his knees, he drops his head in his hands. His fingers digging into his hair, cruelly tugging at it as if he wants to pull his thoughts from his brain.
I lean forward in my chair, placing my elbows on my desk. “Blake, what’s wrong? Come on, tell me, man.”
Blake raises his eyes briefly then drops them back down to the floor. His shoulders rise as he takes a deep breath. “Will called from Iraq.”
His voice breaks before he tries again. “There’s been an accident.”
Panic is rising in my chest. Blake finally gets the words out. “A helicopter crash, and Johno is dead.”
What the fuck? Not another friend gone. My head drops to my desk with a thud in the ensuing silence. Each of us wrapped in our own thoughts. Our own world of pain.
Minutes tick by, how many neither of us know or care.
My head is spiraling back to a dark place. Flashbacks of the night in Afghanistan when Scotty and Johno came back for us when no one else could.
