Stricken Resolve (3 page)

“Master Sergeant James, I’m sorry but that is
not possible. There has been some recent developments that you will
be briefed on once you are brought in. I am not at liberty to
discuss anything further over the phone. Your duty is to your
country and we are calling to collect. You have three days to find
somebody to take care of your fiancé. See you on Thursday.
Goodbye.” He hangs up.

What the hell? I don’t even know how long I’m
going to be gone. I should have never taken that assignment. What’s
Emily going to think? I can’t abandon her. But, how long are they
going to expect me to work for them? Years ago when I volunteered
for this, I knew it could mean a total change of identity. If the
government is worried the information could leak into the wrong
hands or that my life’s in danger, they will keep me in a safe
house and my former life will end as I know it. Which includes the
love of my life and her babies. How could I let this happen?!

I pace the empty waiting room down the hall
from Mama Bear’s room. Scrubbing my hands up and down my scruffy
face, I thread my fingers into my black hair and squeeze, grunting
in frustration. How in the hell
did
I let this happen!

I have lived in a hospital room with my woman
for the past— how long has it been? I don’t even know. Days slip
into one another, merging together endlessly. And now she’s
completely bed ridden and the only thing that seems to keep her
from incessantly worrying is either me reading to her, seeing Dylan
or me feeding her my manhood. That woman sure does love my semen. I
pump her mouth full of it daily.

I have got to figure out a way to fix this. I
can’t leave her. No, I
won’t
leave her.

Pulling my hands from my hair, I scuff the
heels of my black shit kickers along the white hospital floor, as I
slowly slump my way back to Emily’s room. I hate this. There is no
way I can tell her. I’ve got to figure something out. But if I’m
gone too long I know she’ll start to worry. That’s all she seems to
do is: worry. Four times in the past month she’s went into labor.
She’s in pain and her body is swollen and big. She’s more beautiful
than any woman in the entire world. No matter how she looks. That’s
my pregnant lady. My fiancé. And I pray with everything in me that
I can figure out a way where she will marry me in the end. Even if
I can’t get out of this stupid government bullshit. Pardon the
language.

Grabbing ahold of the handle to her door I
hear her talking to somebody on the phone.

“Thank you,” she says, I can hear the smile
in her voice. Oh, what a beautifully angelic,
seep-into-your-heart-and-make-your-world-whole, voice.

I smile big as I think of her laying in that
bed. Talking to whomever, that made her smile. Making her smile is
the only thing that matters. That’s my soul mate in that room. I
will never let anything happen to her.

Opening the door, she turns her plump pale
white face, with reddened eyes toward me. Her body has been
retaining water for a few weeks and her poor cheeks and lips are so
swollen.

“Hi, Papa Bear. Where’d you go?” She asks,
licking her lips as she slowly draws circles with her fingers
around her hardened nipples. I know what that means…

“Were you crying?” I point to her eyes,
taking short strides to her bedside. My manhood already stiff as a
rock in my pants. Just looking at her does it to me. I never
thought I’d ever find somebody to complete me as much as Emily
does. Our souls are two halves of a whole. My penis fits like a key
into the lock of her sex. I miss the way it feels. It’s been months
since the last time I was able to make love to her. To feel myself
gliding into her soft, supple, silky smooth perfection.

“A bit,” she quirks a half smile, as I sit
down beside her on the hospital bed. I’ve slept next to her every
night since the night she came into this place. I can’t stand the
thought of not being with her.

Taking my hand, I swipe her fingers from her
nipples and guide her right hand to the thick bulge in my
pants.

“This should make you feel better, Mama
Bear.”

Her petite hand grasps my length and I groan
deeply in my chest. I love her hands on me. Anywhere on me. But her
hands in my pants or her lips around my penis, make everything else
seem minuscule, even if they’re not. She’s a drug to me. All
consuming and addicting.

“Is my Bear going to give me some?” she asks,
quirking up her brow, with the naughty glint of sexual arousal
sparking in her beautiful eyes.

“My manhood is yours for the taking.”

I pull her hand from my shaft and stand.
Slowly, I slide the zipper down and unbutton my pants. Shimmying
them to the ground. I leave my boxer briefs on. Stretching out her
hand, Emily takes my erection firmly in her palm and squeezes. My
juices flow freely from the head, staining the blue fabric.

“Ummm...” she hums in her throat as she
slowly takes her pink delicate tongue and slides it sexily across
her bottom lip, back and forth, as her eyes lock onto the thickness
between my legs.

“It’s a cock baby, not your manhood. It’s
my
cock,” she huskily states, with such an ardent claim.
Making my ‘cock’ swell even larger. I love when she talks dirty to
me. It brings me out of my shy state and makes me want to say
naughty things back. But I can’t. It’s too hard for me. All the
things I want to do to her sexy body. All the ways I want to shower
her with love and taint her with my ‘cock.’ Marking every orifice
of her body as mine. Only mine. Forever.

“Yes,” I murmur through clenched teeth,
trying to keep my moans from audibly surfacing. “It’s yours.”

She winks darkly and grabs my nut.

Oh, god! I love it when she grabs it.

“Do you like this Papa Bear?” She eyes me,
waiting for my reaction. And all I can do is nod, as I suck in a
deep lung full of air. My heart hammering in my chest. Oh, what
this gorgeous woman does to me.

Guiding me forward by tugging on my sac, I
comply to her palpable need, smelling her arousal in the air. It’s
thick and sweet. Commanding my mouth to salivate. I can’t wait
until I can suckle her clit into my eager mouth once again.
Nibbling on it with all the desire I have for her, that courses
readily through my veins.

“I need him,” she states lowly, her voice
cracking.

Tugging my boxers down to pool with my pants
around my ankles. I kneel up onto her bed and she scoots downward,
to meet my throbbing hard-on with her welcoming mouth.

“Hi,” she speaks to him, her eyes focused on
only him.

Sticking her tongue out, one hand encasing my
scarred sac, she swirls the head, around and around. Air shooting
out for her nose in hot bursts, skating across my trimmed
pubis.

“I need this,” she breaths on him and sucks
his ridged flesh into her silken hole.

I gasp and throw my hands over my mouth. I’m
going to burst any moment!

Sweet Jesus, her mouth is so hot and wet. Her
tongue presses tightly against my scar and engulfs my manhood in
one swallow. Her lips brushing against my pubic hair.

“Oh, Mama Bear. You feel so good. I’m not
going to last long,” I grunt between my grinding teeth.

Torturously, she eases off my manhood,
sucking only on the head.

“Face fuck me,” she orders.

You don’t have to tell me twice.

With my left hand gripping the top of the bed
for stability, I take my right and thread it through the curls of
her red hair. Her mouth opens wider as I pump into her mouth.

In and out, with fluid motions I grind into
her silken hot hole. Hitting all the way back, as she moans with
each thrust. Her nails digging into my muscled butt. My lady feels
amazing.

“I’m close,” I growl, holding back my
impending explosion. Not yet. Just a little bit longer. But she
feels so good. I don’t ever want this to end.

Humming excitedly in her throat, it vibrates
through the head of my manhood and I squeeze my eyes shut and grip
her hair harder as my soldier swells. Oh god! Here it comes! I
burst my hot salty juices into her mouth. And she greedily swallows
every last drop as she moans with delight. Like she does every day
as I feed her my come.

Loosening my grip on her hair and Emily
extracting her nails from my flesh, I climb down off the bed. She
smiles up at me, locking her eyes with mine.

“I love you,” she says, and my heart flutters
in my chest. How could this woman get any more wonderful?

“I love you more, Mama Bear.” I smile
ear-to-ear. Wow. I sure do love her. I don’t think I never knew
what love was until I met her.

“Come...” she pats the bed next to her,
sliding over to make room for me.

“I thought I just did that.”

She laughs, throwing her head back. “Yes,
yes, you did. And I love it. Just like I love it every day. But I’m
getting tired sweetie and I want to cuddle with my fiancé,” she
says, emphasizing “fiancé” like it’s the most precious word ever to
impart from her lips.

Making myself decent again, I follow her
sweet words and crawl in next to her. Tucking my arm underneath her
head, caressing the sides of her cheeks.

“You’re beautiful.” I kiss her forehead and
lean my cheek against it. Resting alongside her, pressing my warmth
against her hospital gown clad body. Her head nuzzles its way to
her favorite place, my chest, and I hold her close. Inhaling her
strawberry scent. My face pressed into the curls of her hair.

I don’t know how I will survive without this
closeness every day. You never realize how much you need or want
something until you have it. Or it’s threatened to be taken from
you. That’s what I realized the day she hemorrhaged at the beach
house on the deck. After the whole ordeal at the hospital with me
donating my blood for them to use on her, I’ve donated three more
times since then. Just in case when she goes into have the babies,
she bleeds out again. They wanted to make sure they had enough
blood stores for her. And I’ve been more than willing to donate as
much as they need. Whatever she needs, I will provide. Blood,
money, even my life if it ever comes to that.

When she was wheeled into this hospital room,
after they told me she’d live, I knew I couldn’t go another day
without at least getting a ring on her finger. What I really wanted
to do was marry her as soon as she woke up. To make her mine
forever. Not only by love or before god, but according to the
government too. If we were married maybe they wouldn’t be calling
me to come in. If we were married already, they would have to take
her into consideration and provide for her when I’m gone. But we’re
not. And I regret that more now than I have the past weeks that I
lie in bed with her and wish that she wasn’t Emily Bronwyn but
Emily James. I can’t change that now. Even though every part of me
wishes I could.

I remember the day her mom showed up to the
hospital and I told her about my plan. She’d never even known about
Emily and my relationship. Nobody had. Which I was willing to
allow, for her. To make her comfortable in a very sticky and
complicated situation with Johnathan. Did I want to shout it from
the rooftops that I found the woman I want to spend the rest of my
life with? Hell yes I did, and still do. But Emily’s never wanted
to parade around and throw it in Johnathan’s face. She’s too kind
for that. So when I told Emily’s mom I wanted to buy an engagement
ring, she was thrilled. I didn’t want Emily thinking I didn’t
include her family. So her mom, Stacy and I, all went and perused
the nicest jewelry shops in Malibu, until I found the perfect ring
for her. Even Claire found it mesmerizing, when I sent her a photo
text of it. But what nobody knows is, that expensive ring on her
finger is a part of a set. Three pieces all matching. Engagement
and two weddings bands, one for her and the other is mine. I have
them in a little red velvet bag tucked into my wallet for safe
keeping. And with the way things are looking, I will be storing
them there, maybe indefinitely. And I can’t reiterate enough, how
much that thought makes my heart ache.

Gazing down, I twirl her hair haphazardly
with my fingers and rub the babies with my other hand. Her body is
lax against mine. Telling me without me having to look at her face
that she’s asleep in my arms. Mama Bear’s favorite place might be
laying on my chest. But my favorite place is having her here. And
as much as I hate to do this. I have to get up and make some calls.
I can’t leave her, not without a serious damn fight. Come hell or
high water, I’m going to work to stay around to take care of her
and help raise those babies.

Sliding my arm from under her head, I softly
place her head on a pillow. Slipping from bed, I stand. And leaning
down, I kiss her on the forehead, cascading my lips down her cheeks
and press my lips to her mouth, holding them there, breathing her
in. What a beautiful, perfect woman, with lips as soft as a rose.
Reluctantly, I pull my mouth from hers and sigh. I hate not
touching her.

Slowly I run my nose down her chest and to
her giant belly. I kiss the babies and whisper to them. “I love you
both, I hope you are safe in there and are born healthy. I just
pray I am here to see you two come into this world.” I kiss them
again and out the door I go.

Quietly I stand in the doorway, watching her
drift in dream as the monitors quietly post hers and the babies
stats. What I wouldn’t give for my life to be surrounded in nothing
but her.

I groan unhappily as I pull the door shut and
make my way down the hallway, waving casually to the nurses as I
pass the station. It’s time to make the calls and see what I can do
to delay or completely end this government bull-crap.

Chapter Three

~Emily~

Oh my god! What is happening to me?!