“Please, please. Paddy, I can’t take it.”
“Fuck, stop begging me,” He laughs, pulling away. “You’re too fucking sweet to deny.”
I gasp when the head of his cock presses against the entrance of my ass.
“Breathe,” he says.
I inhale, and he pushes in at the same time. Liquid heat swirls in my belly, the burning sensation almost too much, but then his hand is holding my dick, pumping me, while I struggle to relax.
“Look at you, stretching to fit me,” he says, pushing in further until he’s fully in. “Oh fuck, you feel so damn good.”
“Move,” I plead. “I need it. Fast. Hard.” I pant, struggling to talk.
“There he is again, begging me for what he wants.” Paddy gives me a dark chuckle. “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”
“Oh, Paddy. Shit.” My grip leaves my legs, finding the comforter on the bed and I grip them, preparing for the hot release I’m about to have.
Paddy moves hard and fast, just like I asked. He doesn’t stop, fucking me into the mattress, and I let loose, the need to cum overriding anything and everything else. I unload, spraying my stomach while he holds me down, fucking me with unrelenting force, until I feel the tell tale twitch of his own orgasm inside of me.
He grunts, tensing as he gives me the final thrusts he needs, and then he topples over, nuzzling into my side. The cool liquid of his cum drips from me, and we both lay in the silence, fighting to catch our breaths.
Forever goes by before either of us moves or speaks. I’m not sure which of us talks first, both of us too spent.
Chapter Twenty-Five
26 Years Old (Past)
“Incoming,”Griffinsaid,tossinga piece of candy into the air toward me.
I opened my mouth, twisting my neck to catch it. Landing on my tongue, I shot my fist into the air in victory. He laughs, the sound hitting me straight in my chest like an arrow piercing flesh and bone. In five more weeks, we’d be home. For good. This was our last deployment before we were both out of the Army.
Griffin kept tossing around the idea of resigning, but he really wanted to return to school and finish his degree. And the deployments were enough to change our minds. They were rough, hard on our bodies, exhausting and emotional. If I never saw sand again, I’d be happy.
“What are you going to do when you’re home?” he asked, jumping off his bunk.
I shrugged, not wanting to talk about home. I loved my parents, my siblings. But I knew what was expected of me when we returned. I didn’t want to do what Callum did. Murdering people who betrayed our family, drug runs, or whatever else it was he was doing the past six years.
I wanted to go off the grid, hole up in a cabin with my best friend, and forget every bad thing that happened to us in these past six years. The Army made us who we were, sure. And I may not have realized what my true feelings were for him without these grueling days. But I knew now, and I didn’t want to return to a life without him.
I flashed him a smile. “Spend a weekend in a five-star hotel with unlimited hot water, drink a cold beer, eat some nachos and fuck you until the sun comes up.”
He tilted his head back, groaning as he filled his head with the image. “I’ll see you a cold beer and raise you a frozen margarita.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “You have your drink and I’ll have mine. As long as we’re together, fuck the rest.”
Clearing his throat, he stood from the bunk. “Paddy. You know that once we’re home, this can’t continue, right?”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re in the mafia. You’d be killed for it.”
“My family would understand.”
Griffin bit his lip. “Maybe, but their enemies wouldn’t.”
“I don’t care about any of that, babe.” I stood, walking toward him. “I’d gladly deal with anything that comes our way to have you.”
“I don’t want the mafia, Paddy. It’s why I signed up for the Army. It’s why we’re sitting in this fucking tent right now. I’d rather be in combat in shitty living conditions than ever be stuck the way my father was.”
