Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Saving Liberty (Kindle Worlds Novella) Page 10

  It felt as though an invisible magnet was pulling my body toward hers and the closer I got, the closer I wanted to be. “Want is way too mild a word for it, Bambi. I’m no poet. I’m not sure I even have the words to explain how I feel to you. I’m a solider,” I said simply. “I’ve been trained to act and react. That’s why I bought this place. I wanted to show you that I could provide a good place to raise a family. Our family. Together. I’m not stupid. I know this has gotta feel like it’s happening fast to you, but for me, it’s been a long time coming. I was half in love with you before Yancy ever died, Tru.” Hearing her low gasp of surprise, I chuckled. “It’s true, babe. And those feelings I had for you only got stronger after Yancy died. Don’t get me wrong; I would never have acted on what I felt if Yancy’d lived. I don’t poach. The only way I might have made a move then is if you’d left him, but I won’t stand here and deny what I felt for you. Deep down, I think Yancy knew it, too. It’s one of the things that put a strain on our friendship. I think he realized that’s why I had such a huge reaction when I learned he was cheating on you again.”

  “Em told me about the fight you two got in over me,” Tru whispered. “I’m sorry I came between you, Pax.”

  “I’m not,” I retorted. “Yancy deserved to have his ass kicked for what he was doing. You deserved a hell of a lot better than the way he treated you. After he died, I was determined to make sure you got it, too. I wanted to give you time to mourn, but you gotta know I always intended to make you mine, Tru, even before I learned about Liberty. That’s why I refused to stop coming around…. I wanted to make you mine, baby.”

  “You did?” she choked, her voice cracking slightly as she blinked eyes shiny with her unshed tears.

  Lifting my hands to cup her gorgeous face, I stared into her cloudy eyes. “Fuck, yeah, I did. Why wouldn’t I? You’re perfect. So sweet it makes my heart ache and so sexy it makes my dick throb. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done, Bambi. It’s as natural to me as breathing.”

  “Wow,” she breathed, her eyes round with wonder. “I was married to Yancy for years and he never said anything to me even half as beautiful as what you just did. You make me feel things I didn’t think were even possible, Pax. You’re saying all these wonderful things and I want to believe them all, but…“

  “But you’re scared to believe them, right?” I supplied gently.

  Truly nodded as she hung her head. “Hey, don’t do that. Don’t hang your head like you’ve been defeated. You keep that chin up, baby. I know you’ve got your doubts. You’ve been through hell. All I want is you to give me some time to prove myself to you. Truly, I can love you the way you deserve to be loved; I just need you to stay with me long enough to show you. Move in here with me and let me love you,” I urged. “Let me prove myself.”

  “I want to,” Truly replied tremulously.

  “Then do it. You’ve gotta clear out of government housing in the next few weeks anyway. I’ll pay a handful of the unit’s privates to come pack up your stuff and move you in this weekend!”

  “What would I do with my stuff? You already have furniture,” she noted, looking around at my living room.

  Following her gaze, I shrugged. “Bring what you like and put the rest in storage until we decide what to do with it. As you can see, I’ve only got the basics and done very little decorating. Plus, you saw two of the bedrooms don’t even have any furniture in them yet and the whole basement is virtually empty. We’ve got plenty of space to fill. Use it. Make us a home you’re proud of, baby… one that you never wanna leave. Because, honestly, I doubt I’ll ever be able to let you. I love you, Truly. You don’t have to love me back yet, but I’m pleading with you… give me a chance.”

  “Okay,” she consented breathlessly, squealing when I picked her up and spun her around.

  Overjoyed, I couldn’t disguise my satisfaction. “Baby, you just made me one very happy man,” I informed her as I slid her body back down mine until her my lips hovered just above hers. “You won’t be sorry,” I vowed before covering her lips with mine and possessing her mouth. Groaning as she parted her lips and allowed me inside, I wasted no time possessing her mouth and engaging in a slow sensual duel of tongues. She tasted sweeter than I remembered and I was starved for her cherry taste. Cradling the back of her head with one hand, I relished her low moan of pleasure as I drew her closer and slowly deepened our kiss. I wanted to own those lips and brand her with my touch. She was meant to be mine, and finally, I was able to show her that, too.

  “God, you’re sweet,” I muttered releasing her lips to gently nibble the tender flesh at her jaw line as one of my hands tangled in her silky hair while the other slid down her side to cup one of her full breasts in my hand. “I can’t believe I finally have you in my arms,” I rasped against the curve of her neck before gently biting the tender flesh. I had to fight the urge to mark her so that every other swinging dick who looked her way knew she was taken. Soon, I promised myself silently. Soon I’d have her comfortable enough with the idea of us to be able to leave my sensual stamp on her. I had a feeling that until I had my gold wrapped around her ring finger, this urge would stay with me.

  “Me, either,” she replied, her voice smoky in the otherwise silent room. “I’ve imagined you kissing me like this a thousand times, but the reality is so much better,” she shared, shyly lifting her face to mine before rising on her toes to press her lips to mine again.

  “You should have told me; I’d have kissed you this way a whole lot sooner,” I informed her gruffly, tenderly biting her full lower lip before sucking it gently into my mouth while I relished her low cry of desire. Feeling her full breasts against my chest, I growled into her mouth as she notched her pussy against the hard bulge I sported behind my jeans. God Almighty, I’d never been this desperate for a woman in my life. Kissing Truly was like getting a shot of adrenaline to my system. I couldn’t imagine what fucking her would be like, but I sure as hell wanted to find out.

  “Fuck, Bambi, you’re killing me,” I groaned, dropping my hands to curve around the firm globe of her ass as I rocked my hips against hers. “I know you probably aren’t ready for me to fuck you yet, and I completely understand that, but please tell me that I can at least carry you into the bedroom and eat your pussy like candy. And, baby, I’m fully prepared to beg for that privilege,” I warned, squeezing the cheeks of her ass when she undulated her crotch against my cock again. Hearing her low gasp as I stared into her dilated eyes, my lips tilted upward in a sly smile. “You like that, don’t you? You want me to peel those clothes off your gorgeous body and use my mouth on you.”

  Truly’s chest rose and fell quickly as she bit her lip, her gaze needy as her hands clutched my shoulders. “Yes,” she said softly, accompanying her affirmation with an eager nod.

  “Good girl,” I praised, quickly sweeping her up in my arms bridal-style and carrying her toward the master bedroom as I enjoyed how she snuggled in my arms and rested her head trustingly against my chest. Less than a minute later, I had her laid out in the center of my king size bed, her wide eyes glued to me as I stood back to peel my tee shirt over my head.

  “Wow,” she breathed as I came back over her on the bed a moment later, her little hand lifting to tentatively stroke the hard muscles of my chest. I wasn’t conceited, but I had a job where physical conditioning was a priority and I knew I was ripped. “You like my chest, Bambi?” I asked when she continued to touch me, reverently tracing the ridges of my eight pack.

  “Your muscles have muscles,” she murmured, her eyes wide as she continued to pet me.

  “It’s a good thing I like to lift weights then because I don’t think I ever want those pretty eyes to stop looking at my chest like that.”

  “You’re just so… so… lickable,” she blurted, blushing as she seemed to realize she’d spoken out loud. Covering her eyes with one hand, she groaned. “Uhmmm… can we just forget I said that?” she asked plaintively.

  “Not a chance, Bambi,�
�� I chuckled, pulling her hand away from her face. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m pleased as shit that you find me lickable.” Dropping my head, I nipped the shell of her ear. “In fact, you have my express permission to lick me anywhere you want any time you want,” I invited against the warm flesh of her neck, grinning as she arched her back and pressed her tits against my chest.

  “I’ll remember that,” she replied with a giggle, wrapping her arms around my neck as she turned her head, her mouth searching for mine.

  Giving her the kiss she wanted, my hands went to the hem of her shirt and began easing the material up her torso. “Arms up, baby. I wanna see these lush tits that have been tempting me for months,” I ordered, my deep voice gravelly with desire. “Fuck, yeah,” I cursed as I pulled her pink tee over her head and revealed her magnificent breasts. High and firm, her generous C cups were still mostly hidden behind her lacy white bra, but I already knew that these were definitely tits I wanted to spend the rest of my life sucking. “You’re breathtaking, baby,” I murmured as I deftly released the front clasp of her bra and her breasts spilled into my eager hands. Pulling back to admire her naked chest, I knelt between her splayed legs, palming each tit and weighing it in my hand while I used my thumbs to tweak her strawberry nipples. Stiff and firm underneath my thumbs, they begged for a man’s lip… specifically, this man’s lips.

  Leaning forward, I circled one areola with my tongue as I continued worrying her other nipple with my thumb. Hearing Truly’s moan of pleasure, I lifted my eyes to hers without moving my mouth. “You like that, sweetheart?” I asked, blowing lightly on her wet puckered flesh. “My tongue feel good flicking these pert little morsels?”

  “Oh, God, yes!” Truly whimpered, straining against my mouth as I lightly bit the tip of one swollen peak, her hips lifting from the bed. “Don’t stop,” she begged, burying the nails of one hand in my scalp and holding me to her. I enjoyed the bite of pain her nails brought; it distracted me from the heavy ache building in my balls.

  Dropping a hand to her waist, I covered one breast with my mouth and suckled gently while lowering the zipper on her jeans. Ignoring her cry of protest when I pulled back, I got to my knees as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her jeans. “Let’s lose the jeans, baby. I’m getting hungrier for a taste of that pussy. Your tits are delicious, but I need some of your cream on my tongue, yeah?”

  “Yeah,” Tru agreed, her eyes slightly dazed as she lifted her hips from the bed to let me slide the denim over her ass and down her legs. Tossing the jeans over my shoulder, I licked my lips as I stared down at her satin-covered pussy. Clad only in a modest pair of white panties, I could see a wet spot had formed on the slick material, making it almost transparent. “Mmmm,” I hummed, rubbing the damp spot with one knuckle as I watched her face. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you, Bambi?”

  “Uh huh,” she panted, rocking against my knuckle as she tried to gain the touch she needed.

  “I like that,” I approved huskily. “I like that a lot,” I repeated, leaning forward to nuzzle her cleft, inhaling her heady scent deeply. “God damn, you even smell like cherries here. I fuckin’ love that,” I rumbled, catching her panty’s elastic waistband with my teeth and peeling the material down. I felt Truly’s heavy lidded gaze watching me as I bared her secrets and I grinned up at her.

  “You look so… hungry,” she noted huskily, reaching behind her to grip the pillow behind her head as my smile widened. I could tell by the nervous look that crossed her face that I must look feral, but I couldn’t help it. I’d never wanted a woman the way I craved this one.

  “That’s because I’m starving for you,” I responded, my voice thick and jagged with passion as I stared down at the wet curls covering her pussy. “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t bite. Much,” I teased before I dropped my head and split the seam of her pussy with my tongue, taking my first long lick of her. And it was just as I feared… my woman’s pussy was gonna be highly addictive.

  “Oh, Pax!” Truly moaned loudly as my tongue pierced her center, licking her from her entrance to her clit. “That feels incredible,” she confided as her head thrashed on my pillow, her blonde hair fanning out against my ebony pillowcase. “Right there!” she panted when I flicked my tongue against the throbbing knot of nerves at the apex of her delicious cunt.

  I went on kissing her pretty pussy the way I would her mouth, deep and wet with lots of tongue. I can’t lie, I went at her hard, desperate to have her flavor coating my tongue, but she was with me every step of the way, her hips rising and falling against the mattress as her thighs wrapped around my ears. It was right then that I decided her drenched pussy was my new favorite snack, one I’d make sure I ate often and well.

  Using my thumb to draw circles against her throbbing clit, I devoured her perfect little cunt, lapping the dew from her swollen folds like a man dying of thirst. She was intoxicating and I was already mentally planning how I could convince her to let me live with my head buried between her legs. I could tell by her high pitched mews and restless movements that I wasn’t the only one dying for release. I knew by the way my Bambi’s legs quivered that her orgasm was hovering just out of reach. Moving my lips up to her clit, I sucked the bud gently between my lips as she keened.

  “G-god, I’m close, Pax! So close,” Truly gasped as her hips churned against my mouth.

  Lifting my head, I thumbed her clit quickly. “I love you, baby. I want you to cum all over my face. Just trust me to catch you when you fall and give it to me,” I urged roughly, my deep voice almost guttural as the pressure built in my balls as I pressed my hips to the bed. I hadn’t cum in my jeans since I was thirteen years old, but the sexy sounds erupting from Truly’s parted lips coupled with her cherry taste were driving me over the edge.

  “Oh, shit! I’m gonna cum! Oh, God, it’s happening, Paxton!” I heard Truly scream shrilly as her pussy convulsed against my tongue and her sweet syrup flooded my mouth as my cock exploded behind the fly of my jeans, my own release nearly blinding me. It was gonna be a sticky mess to clean up later, but fuck, it was worth it!

  I smiled as I slowly crawled up Truly’s now limp body while I listened to her try to catch her breath. Dropping a kiss against her slack lips, I enjoyed the wide eyed look of wonder she had as I grinned against her mouth. “You still alive, baby?” I asked, chuckling as her astonished eyes met mine.

  Blinking languorously, Truly nodded as she lifted a hand to weakly touch my lips. “That was…was….amazing. I’ve never cum that hard in my life. I think I might have seen Jesus standing in the corner over there,” she declared dreamily.

  I couldn’t help smiling at that. “Is that so?”

  “Uh huh.” She nodded feebly. “He was standing there with Elvis debating whether or not to carry me on to Heaven!”

  Laughing deeply at her joke, I couldn’t resist kissing her again. “You’re gonna be great for my ego, baby,” I shared seriously. “I’m happy to know you enjoyed that because I’m gonna want my new favorite treat every chance I get.”

  Stroking my chest with her fingertips, she returned my smile. “Give me another couple of seconds to catch my breath and I promise I’ll return the favor.”

  I felt my face flushing as I met her eyes. She must have read my embarrassment there because her smile turned impish. “Or is my assistance in that area not needed at this time?” she taunted playfully, lightly twisting one of my flat brown nipples.

  “Shit, baby, I couldn’t help it. Between your taste and those sexy-as-hell sounds you were making, I went off like a teenager with his first nudie magazine!”

  Truly’s eyes widened. “Really? I was able to… satisfy you just with the way I sounded?”

  “Well, there was the taste of your pussy in my mouth, too, but yeah.” I loved the awed look she got at my admission. Cupping her jaw, I pressed another kiss to her damp lips. “Baby, you drastically underestimate how sexy you are. You get me hard just by walking in a room. It shouldn’t b
e any shock that you can get me off with a moan.”

  Truly’s face lit up. “Well, then, I can’t wait to see how you react when I finally go down on you.”

  Moaning as my cock jerked in my jeans, I dropped my head to nip her neck. “Just give me fifteen minutes and we’ll find out.”

  Chapter Eight

  Four and a Half Months Later

  Truly

  I never imagined what a difference four months could make in a person’s life until the right man found and refused to give up on me.

  And when you added in the fact that I was now a momma to the cutest five-month-old little girl on the face of the planet, you might say I was living the American dream. You know, the him, me and baby makes three.

  Almost.

  Life would have been perfect if Pax could be home with us.

  Unfortunately, the military doesn’t schedule its training maneuvers around fledgling new families – especially not the Delta Force. I’ve always known that, and it had never bothered me when I’d been married to Yancy. Back then, when he would leave, I’d only have myself to be concerned about. Sure, it could be lonely, but the distance was easier to tolerate back then with Yancy.

  Now, though, things had changed. I was very much with Pax, and we were happy. Together, we’d spent the last three months not only getting to know each other better, but also learning how to be parents to a baby we both now thought hung the moon.

  It hadn’t all been sunshine and roses. Pax and I had stumbled a few times along the way. Or rather, I had stumbled. Oh, who was I kidding? I’d fallen flat on my face a couple of times. Insecurity would do that to a girl… especially a girl who’d already had trust issues thanks to her late husband. So, when an ex-girlfriend showed up at our house out of the blue one evening to try and reconnect with my guy the month after I moved in, I didn’t react well. In fact, I’d become what could only be defined as a suspicious shrew. That’s what happens when you take one woman with trust issues, add her to a sexy man with plenty of ex-girlfriends, and mix in a baby that had suddenly decided she hated sleep. Thankfully, though, Pax was a very patient man. He’d quickly informed the ex-girlfriend that he was very happily committed to his new family (in front of me, no less) and sent her on her merry way. Then, he’d spent the next two weeks reassuring me in every way he could that Liberty and I were everything he’d ever wanted. It had taken some strong effort on his part, but Pax finally convinced me he was telling the truth not by turning on the charm or by feeding me a line, but with brutal honesty.