Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
When she asked about our first night together, I told her it was the best night of my life. That’s true, but we didn’t sleep together. I did undress, so she’d think we had.
Then there was the issue of me calling the limo company and canceling the scheduled drive to the airport. After that, I had to make sure that the news got back to her dad via other wedding guests. It wasn’t easy, but I’m a Marine. We don’t ask for easy.
“And these are our babies, Molly and Milo,” she explains, showing her phone to the couple. The two Jack Russell terriers are captured in a candid moment at the local doggie park. I make a mental note to get on their good side. I haven’t had a pet since I was a kid. Deployment isn’t exactly fair to a furry friend who doesn’t understand why you’ve left him alone for years, so I held off on getting one again.
I trail after them, making small talk with Fred, the husband, as we go.
“On your honeymoon?” He asks, having observed the ring that I can’t stop rubbing my thumb against. I like the slight weight, a reminder that I belong to the woman who’s eagerly chatting about our pups.
I found her interview in a business magazine. She’s not just one of the smartest people in the industry; she’s also launched a non-profit initiative to make sure that dogs in shelters have access to the highest quality foods. She mentors other women starting their own businesses, and she stays active by hiking. I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to keep up with her. “Yeah, knew the moment I saw her she was going to be mine.”
He chuckles. “Sounds like me and my Sally. Sometimes, you just know.”
The four of us pass the rest of the hike in quiet conversation. It’s late afternoon by the time we make it back to the villa. We’re covered in dirt and sweat, but my girl is wearing the biggest smile. She beams at me. “Don’t you just love getting to hike?”
She takes my hand and tugs me into the bathroom, turning on the shower water to warm. The glass stall looks big enough for two, features dual shower heads, and even has a bench.
“You’re incredible,” I tell her, thinking of the way she zeroed in on Fred and Sally. She has a gift for finding others who need help and quietly showing up for them. While she’s busy taking care of everyone else, I want to be the man protecting her light and building her up.
“It’s the endorphins. I love endorphins from doing hard things,” she answers with a smile and reaches for her shirt. It takes her seconds to pull off her clothes. The sight of her naked skin has my cock tenting my pants. My mouth waters, thinking of the way she let me taste her pussy this morning.
She gives me a saucy grin that tells me she’s thinking about the same thing I am. “Come on, cowboy.”
She doesn’t have to say it twice. My clothes join hers in a pile on the floor then she pulls me into the stall. In the steam, I reach for her hair. I take my time, liking the way it feels around my fingers. She mews as I massage her scalp before rinsing it away. I like being the man taking care of her, the way it feels to know her body this way.
I reach for the body wash and loofah next, running it all over her. I pay special attention to her tits, loving the way her breath catches as I tease and pluck at her nipples. “Stay still. I have to get you clean.”
“Hurry up,” she urges as she shifts her weight from foot to foot. Is she getting slick between her thighs again? I hope so. Hope she’s half as desperate for me as I am for her.
I go lower, soaping up her back, hips, and legs. I’m careful here. Gentler. She’s got a lot of scars, some of them are surgical and some aren’t. I don’t know if they give her chronic pain, and I hope not. I don’t ever want her to feel a moment of pain. “You’re beautiful.”
“So are you,” her hands are on my chest, brushing along my scars. In this, we’re matched. Both warriors who have seen the darkest nights and come through on the other side to build a beautiful life together.
“Now, it’s my turn,” she insists and takes the loofah from me. She pushes me to sit on the shower bench. I settle on the cold marble, and she reaches for the shower head, using it to shampoo me.
She washes my hair then my body, dragging it out and teasing me the same way I did. My cock grows harder with each passing moment, desperate to be inside her. The steam and the endorphins and the feel of our bodies are blending together, cocooning us in this moment.