I can’t stop staring at her beautiful fucking face. Only problem is, I can’t stop thinking about how much I fucked things up. My temper got the best of me. I went swinging at that guy. I could have just apologized to her, but I lost my cool. The SEAL in me went full-on battle mode.

But I’m here. I’m in her house and she’s making me a sandwich. It can’t be that bad. Can it?

“I fucked up,” I finally say, as she spreads some mayo onto the bread. She stops making the sandwich and turns around. “I know I did. I think I need to come clean with you. I need to show you my real colors.”

“What are your real colors?” she asks, unsure whether to sit down or stand up. Finally, she takes a seat and waits for me to speak up. I don’t know what to say. This whole thing is so hard for me. How is she going to understand what I’ve been through?

I lay it all out. “I don’t want to be a soldier anymore,” I say. “I don’t want to be identified as that.”

“Why not? It’s honorable. You saved people’s lives. You did your duty,” she says.

“But that’s just it. I wish I could tell you about the things I’ve seen. What some of us did… it’s just too hard, sometimes,” I admit. “Some of it was honorable. Some of it was just not what I was expecting. It was anything but honorable.”

“What do you mean?” she asks. “Addison, what did you do?”

“It’s not what I did,” I say. “It’s what some of our men did in front of us.”

“Addison, I know it’s hard to tell me these things. But if you want to keep seeing me, you’re going to have to open up. You can’t just keep me in the dark forever,” she says. “I won’t judge you, but I need to know. Who am I dealing with here?”

I feel my heart pounding, practically breaking my sternum. The adrenaline rushes in my body. The whole thing is akin to staring down a cliff. There’s that rush before you jump into the lake. You could lose it all. You could come out on top, with a new experience. The way she looks at me doesn’t let me know where I’ll end up, but I tell her anyway.

“Whole villages,” I say. “My men were given the wrong coordinates. We were tipped off and told the guys were hiding out in this place. So some of our men called it in. I watched as they firebombed the place. It was… God, it was fucked.”

There’s a long, but expected silence after I tell her this. Tears even fill up around my eyelids, but I don’t shed any. I don’t want to cry in front of her, a woman. I need to be strong.

“I was pretty close too. Me and Halloway, both,” I say, nodding and reliving the whole damn thing. “I mean, there were families living in that place. Poor fucking families who relied on their children and livestock. And now they’re all gone, all because some small-town idiots said the wrong numbers into a receiver. So yeah, the medals… They’re decorations. They don’t really mean much to me. I know the truth about war and it’s shit. I don’t care that it sometimes needs to be done. I don’t want to identify with it anymore.”

“Okay,” she says, taking a deep breath. “But you’re not going to hurt me, right? You’re not going to freak out and lose it on me?”

“Helena, I’m sorry for grabbing the plaque. I was embarrassed, scared, and to be honest, I was sad. I didn’t want you to know about that side of me. But, I promise. I’ll never hurt you. I couldn’t,” I tell her. It’s the God honest truth. She’s important to me now. She’s innocent. She’s beautiful. She’s what I want.

“Then I don’t care,” she says. “I just wanted you to be honest with me. I just wanted to know I was safe with you.”

“You’ll always be safe with me,” I tell her. “No matter what happens. Even if you decide you don’t want to be around me anymore, I won’t give you any trouble. I’ll stay away, or I’ll stay friendly.”

Her hand is on the table and I touch it lightly. “I’m sorry,” I say.

I squeeze her hand and my whole body floods with such good feelings, it’s like I’m on drugs. No, it’s like I’m young again. She makes me forget all of the bad shit. It’s all just good feelings with her.

“I forgive you,” she says. “Now eat your sandwich. You look hungry.” She smiles and looks so fucking gorgeous, that I fall to my knees and kiss her legs.

“Stop,” she laughs. “I look like shit.”

“You’re crazy,” I smile. “You look like a movie star. You’re an angel, I swear it.”

She blushes and I keep kissing her thighs. She runs her hands over mine and pulls me toward her. “You mean that?” My mouth is so close to the center of everything. I get hard immediately.

“You’ve no idea what you are to me,” I say. “You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.”

My teeth pull on the zipper of her shorts and she closes her eyes and breathes out. “Thank you,” she says. Her zipper comes down with my mouth and I rip off her shorts. I can’t believe my eyes when I see that she’s not wearing any panties. She blushes even more and says, “Well, I was hoping we might be able to figure things out.”

“I think we’ve figured it out,” I say, kissing at her pelvis. With each kiss, I lick and taste her skin once again. Roses, candy, sweetness, and all things nice. That’s what she tastes like. I finally lick around her wet and, now dripping, pussy. Her lips, her perfect lips, stand out to me and I have to go to town on her. I swallow her whole and leave her shaking.

She straddles my face from the chair, rubbing her cunt up and down. She uses me. She uses my tongue, my lips and my saliva. I want to be used by her and I want to use her. I want to experience all of her, once again. It feels like ages since we’ve done this.

She cums harder than the last time. She’s shaking like a vibrating toy and her voice trembles when she moans so loudly it echoes across the woods. “I’ve been missing this,” she says, afterwards.

I’m so hard and ready for her. She can see it. “I couldn’t live without you,” I smile. “Without this.”

She looks down at me, and averts her eyes back up. She doesn’t say a word. There’s no time for words. None of that now. Right now, it’s all about us. She takes my cock in my hand and smiles big, staring straight into my eyes. I place my hand on her wet mound and she firmly grips my shaft.

“Fuck me,” she says.

“What?” I ask her. She strokes my cock slowly, letting her saliva drip down across the tight skin. “I want you to say it again. Say it.”

“Fuck me,” she says, a little bit more bashful, but calmer. She’s radiant right now. She’s everything and I just want to explode inside her, despite all the risks. Truth is, I don’t want to break her heart again and I know that’s what I’m prone to do. I also don’t want her to break mine. It’s one of those Catch-22s you hear about, a conundrum. But right now, I’m okay with risking everything for one incredible night with her. I couldn’t imagine anything better.

“Bend over and beg,” I say, smiling.

She blushes and smiles, walking forward to the rug on the floor. She pushes out her ass and lowers her arms to the floor. “Like this?” she asks, placing her kneecaps against the rug. “Or like this?” She arches her back perfectly and waits for my approval.

“So far so good,” I smile to myself. My cock is fucking upright and aching for her. Yes, of course, this is what I want. I want to be as dirty as I can with this woman.

“What about this?” she smiles, licking the front of her teeth.

She’s so fucking hot that I could cum right now, so I have to hold myself back as best I can. She takes both her hands and places her palms across her cheeks, using her fingers to spread them apart for me. All I can see now is her wetness, dripping from her open lips, and it makes me fucking salivate.

“Oh, darling,” I smile, kissing the small of her back. “You are something else.”

“I know,” she laughs. “Now, fuck me Mr. Handy Man. Fix me and turn me on.”

I’ve been in and out of plenty of beds in my life, but no women have been as crazy and wonderful as this one. She knows just what I want, when I want it. I barely even have to ask. To think, this woman teaches children. God bless her soul!

I mount my body over her and take control, immediately. “You want to get fucked, baby?” I ask her. “You want every inch of me?”

But I don’t wait for her reply. I let it sink in. Every single, thick and throbbing inch. She holds her hands steady, balancing in my hard grip. I dig inside her, until I’m all the way deep. “Fuck,” she moans. Her voice suddenly becomes deep, as if it’s coming straight from the center of her body. I groan and hold her flesh tight.

I thrust back and forth, like a hard wave during high tide. I hit her shore, as forceful as I can. This time, there’s no holding back. I almost lost her. I could have been doomed to spend a lonely life in this bullshit town. Instead, I was given another chance. And now, I’m living it up.

I pound her as she opens herself for me. When she lets go, I grab her wrists and hold on. She pounds back, into me, pushing her ass down hard. She swallows me whole and I’m in pure ecstasy, and I never want to leave.

“Is that all you got?” she asks. “I thought you used to be a fighter. Or is that all in the past?”

She cocks her head and smiles. There’s more. Trust me, baby. There’s more. I don’t say a word. She’s getting cocky and I like it, but she better know what she’s getting herself into. Pain and pleasure. Sure, I’ll be gentle, after she begs.

I hold her wrists with one hand while reaching up and grabbing the thick of her hair. I pull back and forth, making sure to see if she likes what I’m doing. The whole time, she’s smiling so I know I’m good, and when I feel her drip across my thigh, I pound her even harder.

“Addison!” she screams my name. “Jesus Christ! Yes!” I let go of her wrists and hair, after pumping her for a good few minutes and she falls against the floor, laying on her stomach, twitching.

“I’m cumming,” she finally whispers. Frankly, I’m surprised. She’s getting into kinky territory, but she obviously loves it.

“Keep fucking me,” she says, still unable to get back onto her knees. “And cum inside me.”

When she says those words, it’s like a trigger for me. Game over. I’m done, I know it. Because when I look down at her, I don’t see some random girl. I see the most gorgeous woman on the planet. I see someone important, someone alluring and stunning. I see a woman I could spend years with. And even though that’s frightening as hell, it makes me lose it.

I move across her, enter her, and reach between the floor to grab her tits. I hold them, really feeling them in my hands. “You want me to make you pregnant?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says back, with a full smile. “Put a baby in me.”

I thrust hard and steady, with all the force a man can really have. My muscles grow stiff and my heart feels like it’s going to burst open, but I keep going. Within a minute, I feel my cock twitch and my body soon follows. Then, I’m all in. I’m cumming and I can’t stop. I don’t just do it once. I have two powerful orgasms, pumping slowly inside her. And when I’m done, I pull myself out and kiss every part of her body.

As the pleasure disappears, though, I’m still infatuated. I’m crazy about her. And when you’re crazy about someone, you stay as long as humanly possible.

“Did I fix you up?” I ask her.