13
I made a point to make myself scarce after that. Madi was still at work, and I had a few hours before I could get any sort of comfort from her. I opted to go for a long overdue ride. The last time I had gotten on my bike was Wednesday, and then after suffering for a day or two, I spent the rest of the time with Madi. I didn’t regret it. I’d been accused enough of being stupid in the last day that I wasn’t going to actively be stupid by wishing I hadn’t been with a beautiful girl. It was enough to have me watching the clock and waiting for the word that she was off work.
What do you do when your friends are pissed at you, and your girl is working? I didn’t have money I could play with, even with the couple of hundred bucks that Jimmy gave me. I felt like a sulking kid, and I didn’t want to let it affect how my attitude was when I met with Madi.
My options were simple. Go to the gym and work the anger out. This was how I kept myself mellow. I lifted weights and jogged until my muscles screamed and throbbed. I had to stop short, my ego still smarting. But by the time I hobbled out of the base’s gym, I had a text from Madi letting me know she was off and headed home.
‘I have the option of going home for a shower or coming over your house for a shower. If I come over your house, will you take a shower with me?’ I sent the text to her and try to sop up the sweat that was sure to make me stink.
‘I could be talked into a shower.’
‘Good, I’m on my way. Get naked.’
I didn’t wait for a response, I packed up my shit into my saddle bags and threw on my sweat soaked shirt. I got on my bike, and I made my way to the girl that was sure to soothe my rattled nerves. I pulled my medicine bag and fresh clothes from my saddle bags as soon as I got to her house. It took me maybe thirty minutes, and I had hoped she was naked when I knocked on the door. I knew better though, and she let me in with her sweet smile, and I already felt better. I left my figurative baggage at her door and let her lead me to her bathroom.
We undressed one another, the water was turned on, and I tugged her into the shower with the intent of doing something more than showering. I pressed her into the wall and silenced any sort of protests she might have had with a kiss. She didn’t fight me. Instead she held me close and touched me to the point that I forgot I needed an actual shower. She pulled her mouth from mine long enough to gasp out, “Need a condom.”
I wanted to go in raw, to sink into her without anything between us. But, I pulled away from her with a groan.
“Stay,” I growled at her. I went into the bedroom, not caring that I was leaving a trail of water. The box of condoms was where we left it Sunday, and I was faced with the fact that there was just one left. Shit. I stalked back to her, rolling it on without a care. “Remind me to get more,” I gave her a look, seeing her soaking and hungry for me like I was her.
I got a nod, and before anything else could distract us, I pounced. She was back against the wall, and I hefted her up easily, her legs around my hips. I was mindful enough to make sure she was wet, brushing my fingers against her clit.
“Now,” she breathed against me. “I want you in me now.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I arched my hips, and I was in her sweet hold again. A day did nothing for my need for her. If anything it made me need her more. I pressed her into the wall as I thrust into her. I laid my brow against hers and put every ounce of frustration from dealing with Teddy and Wilson into each thrust I made into her. She held onto me, gasping and clinging to me like I was a life line. I thrust into her until I felt her gasping, her nails digging into my back. When she started that vice-like hold, I kept going. I wasn’t ready to quit yet. I pulled out and pulled out of the tight hold that her legs had on me.
“Stand up,” I ordered.
As soon as her feet were on the floor, I turned her around and pressed her hands against the wall.
“Keep your hands on the wall,” I commanded.
I didn’t think this through, and I realized that immediately when I went for reentry. She was significantly shorter than me. I was still dizzy with lust, so I managed to improvise on the fly. I contributed that bit of genius to the Army. Unable to crouch to the point I needed to, I just hefted her up so that I could slide back into her. She cried, and I shifted her closer to the wall, angling my body away from her as I began to thrust into her again. It must’ve been a good angle because the noise she made was louder. It was something for my ego, so I hefted up one of her legs and kept going. Her head fell back onto my shoulder.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” her chant began again.
It became a chant for her that was broken only by hitched breaths and moans, I realized she was cresting on another orgasm. It made me feel damn good. I let go of everything and began to just enjoy the feel of her against me, the hold she had on me, and every little noise she made. My legs began to shake as the effort to just keep throwing myself up into her was becoming too much.
“I’m gonna cum,” I managed in her ear. “If you’re close let’s finished together.”
I got a nod, and I watched one of her hands disappear from the wall and drift down to where we were connected. I watched as she circled her clit with her fingers. I groaned and buried my face against her neck, it was so fucking hot.
“I love you,” I gritted out, because once that shit was out, I wasn’t going to be able to keep from saying it. It didn’t seem to affect her anymore though. If anything she squeezed me harder and I was erupting into her. She cried out and quaked in my arms, seeming to follow me into bliss.
I had her pressed against the wall, and I was soon aware of my own trembling. I gently let go of her leg and carefully pulled out of her cunt so I could settle her on her feet. I didn’t pull away though, I stayed pressed against her back.
“That was,” she panted, not trying to escape me. “Intense.”
“I might’ve been angry before,” I admitted.
She looked over her shoulder at me, her brows drawn up. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you angry.”
“I don’t get angry often,” I assured her. “The water’s gone cold we might as well wash up and get out.” I shakily stepped away, keeping a hand on her and a hand on the wall to make sure neither of us fell. “You good?”
She nodded, “I’ll help you wash up then we can get out.”
She slipped out between the wall and me, plucking up the bottle of soap I had stashed over the weekend. She went about lathering up my back, from my shoulders down to my ass without pausing a beat at the scars that went from my hip down.
“Do you want to talk about what made you angry?”
I shook my head, my eyes fluttering closed at the feel of her hands on me. She pressed into my back, her hands came around to go over my chest and down my stomach. She pulled the condom off of me and stroked me clean, I was over sensitized at first and winced even though she handled me gently. I kept my hands on the wall as she stroked me then went down to cup my balls in her soapy hands.
“You’re going to get me hard again, and I’ll have to push you back up against the wall to fuck you again.”
“You just used the last condom,” she moved so that the soap was washed away.
“Then I guess,” I straightened and turned around to face her. “I’ll have to go to the store,” I cupped her face, stroking her cheek. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
She didn’t turn from me, but she reached behind her to turn off the cold stream of water. She gave me a smile that made me ache.
“I can’t say that’s a reason for me to complain.” She pulled away from me then, her face still flushed. “Let’s get dried off, we need to talk.”
Uh, oh.
I followed her out of the shower and made quick work of drying her off then myself. A knot started to form in my stomach, and I opted to tie the towel around my waist when I followed her out of the bedroom. I sat on her bed and watched as she dressed. Then I watched her pull out clothing for me; a pair of boxers, a shirt, and jeans.
“They got left here over the weekend,” she said as she handed them to me. “I washed them and figured I’d give them back to you.” She sat beside me. “Offer you a little room to bring things over if you wanted to stay the night.”
“If I wanted to stay?”
She didn’t look at me, but she shrugged.
“You say all these sweet things to me,” she brushed her hands through her wet hair. “You tell me you love me and you want me for keeps. That you won’t break my heart,” she looked at me then. “Maybe we could see what it’s like to make things more serious. I liked waking up with you beside me.”
It seemed that at least one thing could go right for me today. “Not moving in, but staying over more frequently?”
“You said it was too soon for moving in the last time I mentioned it.”
I shrugged, unable to keep from grinning. “Did you already clear out a drawer for me or something?”
She rolled her eyes and finally looked at me. “I didn’t clear out a whole drawer. I could, if you would need it,” she sounded nervous. “If you would want it?”
I hadn’t got the L word out of her, yet, but from talks like this, I imagined she was close to admitting it. I nudged her with my shoulder.
“Do I get a key, too?”
“Are you making fun of me?”
“No, no,” I stood and started getting dressed, slipping on my jeans and pulling on a shirt. “But, this conversation just made things worse. You’re probably going to just resign yourself to spending the rest of the day in bed.”
“Oh,” she tried to give me an aloof look that I saw right through. “Well, I guess that’s just something I can live with if you’re planning on making it worth my while.”
I took a second to pull my combat boots on before I turned back to her to give her a good long look. “If I get a key, baby, you can look forward to walking funny in the morning,” I said to her as I walked out of her room and headed out the door.