A Ranger's Love: A Military Erotic Romance (5 page)

CHAPTER FOUR

We finish cleaning the kitchen. Then, we move to the couch while the dishwasher does its thing. As we sit and watch an old movie on the television, I realize that what I want, more than anything else in this world, is to take away Mike’s pain. It hurts me that his parents treat him so unfairly, especially since I would give so much to have mine back.

We watch the entire movie, saying little. Each of us lost in our own thoughts. As the credits begin to roll, I look to Mike. He is staring at the television, but I know he is seeing past events. “Mike,” I whisper. “Are you okay?”

Mike looks as me and smiles softly. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“About life. Decisions I’ve made.” Mike shrugs. “Nothing really.”

I look at the clock on the cable box. It’s only nine o’clock, but it’s late enough. “Okay. Will you do something for me then?”

“What?”

“Will you take me to bed and just hold me for a while?”

I watch Mike, as his eyes search mine. “Just hold you?”

“To start with. Then, we’ll see what happens. If that is okay with you,” I add, in case he wants an out.

Mike’s smile softens even more. “I would love to.”

***

Saturday morning, I wake up still wrapped in Mike’s arms. We didn’t make love last night and I don’t care. After we turned in, I lay in Mike’s arms. We didn’t talk and eventually I drifted away into sleep. Enveloped in his embrace, I feel more at peace and more secure than I have felt in three years. I don’t move, as I listen to Mike’s rhythmic breathing. I don’t want to disturb this moment.

I know I’m not in love, not after just a week; but, there is no denying that Mike is exerting a powerful pull on me. At this moment, I want nothing more than to lie here, forever. I simply want to feel him close to me.

As his deep, slow breathing begins to lull me back to sleep, I feel him stir. I turn in his arms to face him and wait until his eyes open. “Good morning,” I whisper, punctuating my greeting with a kiss. The kiss is chaste, but his morning erection hints that there may be more to come.

“Good morning,” Mike says, smiling. “How did you sleep?”

“Like the dead. You?”

“Better than I have in a long time,” Mike says softly. “Daisy, I’m sorry about last night.”

“What? For what?”

“For dumping all that on you, then turning into such a douche bag.”

“I don’t know what you mean. I’m glad you felt you could share that with me.”

“I mean I got all sullen and pissy.”

“I don’t think that happened at all,” I object. “And to be honest, just having you hold me last night was nice.”

“You’re not disappointed?”

“Are you?” I counter.

“A little,” Mike admits. “Not that I’m saying I didn’t enjoy spending the night with you, but-”

“But it’s not something to brag about to your buddies?”

“No! I’m not saying that either! I wouldn’t do that!”

“I’m just kidding, Mike,” I say with a smile, as I touch his face. “I know what you mean. There is still this morning.”

“And this evening,” Mike adds with a crooked smile.

“And let’s not forget this afternoon,” I suggest.

“I hope I’m up for it.”

“So do I,” I say with a grin.

Mike snickers. “Are we are having oysters for dinner?”

“If we must.”

Mike snickers again. “Wait a minute,” he says, as he rolls out of the bed. I wonder where he’s going, but the sound of running water tells me. While Mike brushes his teeth and shaves, I take a moment to freshen up, as well.

Mike is the first back to the bed. He is waiting on me, propped on an elbow, as I exit the bathroom. He’s covered by the bed linens to the waist, but the way he looks and the way he gazes at me is a woman’s wet dream. I begin to tingle with anticipation. A good night’s sleep with Mike tucked in close has put me in the mood. I slide into the bed with Mike on the near side. It forces him to move over to give me room. At the same time, it allows us to touch and move against each other, as we adjust our positions.

As soon as I have enough room so I don’t have to worry about falling out of the bed, Mike stops moving. Then, he pushes me over onto my back. He lightly drapes himself across me before taking my lips with his own. I inhale deeply. My simmering desire for him flares into life. I wrap him in my arms. The kiss takes on a life of its own. We devour each other. Our tongues probe and dart, as we suck and nibble on each other’s lips.

I am so into the kiss that I don’t even feel Mike move his hand…until he inserts a finger into me. He strokes me, tickling the sweet spot inside of me with his finger. The pleasure of his touch explodes in me. I begin to kiss him frantically. My hips buck, as I moan. As I thrash, Mike increases the speed and power of his strokes until I break the kiss with a gasp.

I grab at Mike’s hand, as I twist and lurch. My body curls up, as unimaginable pleasure batters me. It makes me nearly incoherent, as my orgasm consumes me. I am unable to breathe, as I wrestle with Mike. I continue to grip his hand, trying to make him stop until my orgasm release me. “Stop, stop, stop, stop,” I say, gasping; but, Mike continues to torture me with his finger.

I feel Mike’s finger stop its motion. Although the cessation finally allows me to relax, he continues to hold his finger in me. As soon as I can think again, Mike gives me single stroke. His finger touches me just right and I lunge hard. I grunt, as pleasure explodes in me once more. Mike pauses again, as I pant. Then, he gives me another single stroke; yet again, I groan and jerk, as pleasure roars through me. I’m not having an orgasm, but I might as well be. The intensity of Mike’s touch is so extreme.

I feel Mike withdraw his finger. I almost gasp in relief, but my respite is short lived. He takes my breast into his mouth for a thorough going over. At the same time, his fingers find my button at my womanhood.

As he touches and caresses me, I begin to move and writhe again. I feel Mike’s arm pass under my neck. I am so lost in pleasure, I don’t know what he is doing or why. Nor do I care. I feel his fingers begin to tease the nipple on my other breast, gently caressing it to attention. With one stroke to my womanhood, Mike sends me soaring with pleasure. I whimper through two more mind-numbing orgasms, as he licks, strokes, tickles, and kneads.

After my third orgasm, I can’t take it anymore. “Please, Mike! Please! I want you! Please!”

Mike continues to ravage me for a moment longer. Then, he moves. He positions himself between my legs. As I struggle to catch my breath, Mike moves under my legs. He drapes them across his shoulders. As he enters me, he slides impossibly deep. I moan.

“Hard,” I gasp, wrapping my hands behind his head. “Fuck me hard.”

Mike starts out slow, but he rapidly increases the power of his thrusts. He drives into me hard, fast, and deep. Mike starts out braced up on his hands, but as he pounds into me, he lowers his body and bends me almost in half. I begin to push back against him with my legs. The strain of my push increases my pleasure even more.

Mike leans into me with a fierce face. I relax my push and allow him to settle on me and take my lips for a kiss. It is fantastic, but my legs are too far back to be comfortable. I slip them from his shoulders and wrap them around his waist, locking my ankles and clamping down on him with everything I have.

“Oh God!” Mike groans, as he shudders. “I’m going to come.”

His admission excites me. I try to squeeze him harder still. I hold his head into my neck and pull hard with my arms wrapped around his back. My orgasm is close, so close.

“Wait,” I beg, wanting to peak with him. “Please, wait.” I feel Mike slow slightly, as he tries to delay his release. “Please, harder, please,” I gasp.

“I’m going to come,” Mike gasps, but then he begins to drive into me furiously. He gasps and groans, as he does.

The sudden increase in speed and power and Mike’s gasps of pleasure, as he struggles to hold his seed, all conspire to push me over the edge. I feel myself tightening up for another hard orgasm, just as Mike issues an explosive gasp. His thrusts are becoming erratic, as I begin to groan and thrash. My orgasm steals my breath and my voice.

We fall out of our orgasms at the same time. Our exhales, as we relax, announce our completion. I’m desperate to kiss Mike and I pull his lips to mine. We kiss, long, slow, and erotically for what seems like hours. I can feel Mike going soft in me, but I don’t care. I am totally, completely, satisfied. Satisfied at a deeper and more profound level than ever before. I feel myself becoming drowsy.

Mike finally falls from within me and moves to my side. I turn and tuck into his arms. I have a leg and an arm thrown possessively over him. I take a deep breath and I feel my eyes close, as I snuggle in and fall asleep in moments.

***

I feel Mike gently shaking me awake. I swim up out of the darkness, trying to throw off the cloak of sleep. I yawn and stretch, rising up to look at the bedside clock. “Holy, shit! It’s nearly noon!” I have been asleep for more than three hours.

“It was afraid you were going to sleep the entire day away,” Mike says before kissing me tenderly.

I accept the kiss, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him to me. The feel of his skin against mine is so fucking delicious that I can barely stand it. I think about jumping his bones again, right here and now. Suddenly, I realize that I am hungry for more than just Mike’s touch. “I’m starving! Are you?” I ask as we pull apart.

“I could eat something,” Mike says dragging his finger along the inside of my thigh.

I shiver at his touch. “Later. Let’s go out,” I suggest. “There’s a park,
Flat Rock,
not far from here. I’ll pack up the leftover chicken and we’ll have a picnic. What do you say?”

Mike’s face splits into a wide smile. “Sounds perfect. I haven’t been on a picnic with a beautiful woman in a long time.”

“Smooth,” I say before I kiss him quickly on the lips. “Hop in the shower. I’ll start getting things together, and then I’ll shower.”

“Why don’t you join me?” Mike asks, not moving.

I give him a gentle push. “Because it will take ten time longer to get out of here if I do. It will already be nearly one before we can eat and I’m hungry.”

Mike heaves a dramatic sigh.

I lean in, bringing my lips close to his ear, and whisper, “I’ll make it up to you tonight.” Then, I kiss him quickly on the lips, roll out of the bed, and pad into the bathroom to relieve myself.

***

It’s just after one o’clock when Mike and I spread the sheet on the ground under a large shade tree. We had stopped at a quick-mart on the way to the park and bought sodas and chips to round out our simple picnic. We eat, talk, and smooch. I am filled to overflowing with happiness.

“Let’s walk,” I suggest after our hunger is satisfied. We leave everything spread under the tree, as the most valuable thing is the $4.99 Styrofoam cooler we bought to keep our drinks cold.

We wander along the walking trails, hand in hand. We pass several couples also out enjoying the summer weather and we smile as we pass. I wonder what they see. I know they see a tall, handsome man. If they look closely, they will also see a woman who is wondering what is happening to her.

Mike is becoming very special to me. Not love, not exactly, but something is happening. I can feel an attachment forming. It is something that I have never felt before. As much as I want his touch and to feel him moving inside of me as we make love, I also just want to be with him. Is it love? No, I decide. Not yet. But it is something. Something special.