The Soldier's Final Mission (Romance on the Go Book 0) by Laura M. Baird (1)

THE SOLDIER’S FINAL MISSION

 

Romance on the Go ®

 

Laura M. Baird

 

Copyright © 2017

 

 

Bob thought back, remembering the first time he laid eyes on Becca. Blonde curls bounced around her pixie face as she raced across the sand. Her carefree laughter had joined the call of the gulls that flew overhead. Her compact, shapely body had been the perfect blend of muscles and curves in his opinion. And he got quite the eyeful of that combination as her bikini had allowed for ample viewing of her golden skin.

Becca worked with Bob’s cousin, Tessa, at a local bank, and had recently become her new roommate even though they’d been working together for a few years. They shared a house with two others in Fayetteville, North Carolina, but this weekend, the girls were having a get-together on the coast in Surf City. Tessa had begged Bob to come, and told him to bring friends. At first he’d been reluctant, but his cousin had been relentless.

One look at Becca made him glad that he hadn’t resisted.

Bob had been stationed at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, as part of the SOF—Special Operations Forces. He’d been stateside for the last two months but knew that could change in an instant.

“I’m glad you decided to come,” Tessa said in greeting as she wrapped an arm around Bob’s waist.

“Yeah, figured might as well enjoy some downtime while I can.” He gladly accepted the beer that Tessa handed him. Two of his buddies came up behind them. “Tessa, you remember Jake and Garrett?

“I sure do. Glad ya’ll could make it. Grab a beer while I strike up the grill.”

Jake offered to help.

“Sure thing. Wendi and Keisha are in the kitchen, and that’s Becca out there trying to race those birds.”

“Looks like she’s holding her own,” Bob commented, admiring her power and determination. A bit jealous of her uninhibited fun.

“Yeah, used to run track in high school. Keeps trying to get me up every mornin’ to join her on her runs. But you know me,” she said and winked. “I like my beauty sleep too much.”

“Well, it’s working for ya,” Bob quipped.

“Sweet talker.” She nudged him with her hip. “I can see you like the view. Go on out there and get some sun on those chicken legs,” she teased before nodding to the guys. “Let’s go, boys.”

While Tessa headed for the grill, with Jake and Garrett following, Bob grabbed a second beer and made his way down the deck steps and onto the sand. The Atlantic was about fifty yards in front of him, the foamy water inching its way closer as the tide came in. The rental Tessa secured had a nice beachfront with few neighbors, and Becca was the only other person out there.

He slowly made his way across the sand, taking in more details of Becca’s fine body. She couldn’t have been more than five feet tall, maybe a hundred pounds. Her hair stopped just short of her shoulders, and Bob noticed a tattoo peeking out at the base of her neck. He’d have to get closer to see what it was, and he planned to do exactly that.

****

Becca had made two more runs before she stopped chasing the gulls. She had been so close to touching one before it veered off, making her laugh. She loved running. It’s what saved her in high school.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the male form making his way toward her. She saw him the moment he stepped onto the deck. Saw Tessa hug him. Saw ink on his tan, muscular arms. And although his legs were muscled as well, they were in need of some sun. He was tall and sported a blond crew cut. Sunglasses made it impossible to see his eyes, but she knew they were hazel. She’d seen enough pictures of him from Tessa.

****

Bob got within five feet of Becca before she turned to face him. It gave him enough time to see that the tattoo on her neck looked like the symbol for female, only it had a partial U on top of the circle. He’d later learn that it’s the symbol for Mercury—the winged foot god. Shielding the sun with her hand, her green eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled broadly at him.

“Hey, Bob.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “Tessa must’ve warned you about me.” He shifted the beers to one hand in order to remove his sunglasses.

Her light laughter caused a stirring in his chest. And elsewhere.

“No, no warnin’s. She praises you. Glad you made it.”

“Me too. Care for a beer?” He held out one of the bottles.

“Thanks,” she answered while taking his offering.

As she drank, Bob took in every detail. Her delicate fingers wrapping around the bottle, her lips puckering at the opening. She closed her eyes as she tipped her head back slightly, throat pulsing as she swallowed the liquid. Those few seconds were all he needed to see the goose bumps rising on her arms, her nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of her bikini.

She lowered her arm and Bob jerked his gaze back to her face. She sighed and smiled. “Not much better than ice cold beer on a hot summer day.”

Bob lifted his beer and agreed before taking a drink of his own.

“Guess you know I’m Becca, Tessa’s roommate.”

“I do. She told me you enjoy running, which I gathered when I saw you. Said you ran track in high school.”

“I did. Loved it. Still do.” She took another drink, this time keeping her eyes on him.

“Tessa said you’ve been unsuccessful in getting her to join you for your morning runs.”

She grinned while gesturing with the bottle in his direction. “True so far, but I’m not givin’ up.”

“Plan on running tomorrow morning?”

“Yep.”

“Mind if I join you?” Bob took a drink, draining the last of his beer.

“On one condition.”

“Sure.”

“I set the pace. I can just see you takin’ off like a rocket, leavin’ me in the dust.”

He smiled. “Nah, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Uh-huh.” She laughed before draining her bottle as well.

“Want another?” Bob asked.

“No, thanks, I’m gonna splash in the water. Care to join me?”

“I’ll just enjoy the view for now, if that’s okay.” His mouth curved in what must have been a mischievous grin, and he enjoyed seeing what looked to be a confident smile grace her tempting mouth.

“Sure.” 

Bob took the empty beer bottle from Becca before she turned and ran for the water. Damn, what a fine ass! He watched her make it up to her knees before diving underneath an oncoming wave. After a few seconds, she surfaced and started swimming. She made it out to the crest of another wave and bodysurfed back in a bit. Bob remained fixated on Becca as she repeated the cycle about half a dozen times before finally making her way back onto the beach.

Bob watched her slick the water out of her hair, watched the droplets that remained on her skin glisten from the sunlight. He had put his sunglasses back on and was thankful she couldn’t see his predatory stare. He’d better get ahold of himself, or else there’d be no missing the erection that was trying to take shape in his shorts.

God, she was desirable. And as much as he’d love to “hit-it-and-quit-it,” he wasn’t that kind of guy. His job required being called out at a moment’s notice, and he wasn’t about to hook up with someone, only to leave them for who knew how long.

Been there, done that. Didn’t work out so well the first time.

****

Becca may not have been able to see his eyes, but she knew the hunger was there as his concentration on her never wavered. He held his body rigid, keeping himself in tight control, but she was certain he could spring into action in a matter of seconds. She then noticed a slight shift in his stance, causing her to smile, knowing that his body was reacting to hers. Hers was definitely responding to his as her skin became flush, and not just from the heat of the sun. Her sex clenched and she had to stifle a moan as she thought about all the sinful delights they could offer one another.

Becca had developed a crush on her roommate’s cousin from the first picture she had seen of him. The elation of his first jump. And every one after that. She loved the stories and pictures Tessa would share of Bob. They were as close as brother and sister, each being an only child and having no other family besides their parents.

That had been something Becca couldn’t relate to, as she came from a family of six siblings. She was the baby of the family, and although you usually hear that the baby is, well, babied, that wasn’t the case for her. She’d been mostly on her own, lost in the mix so to speak. She learned to be independent at an early age, and that independence got her into trouble at times. That is, before the encouragement of a certain athletic coach got her on track. Literally.

Becca found strength and freedom in her physical abilities. She could lose herself on a run, feel the power in her body, and enjoy the high brought on by the endorphins. Not much compared to that for her. Not even her few attempts at sex over the years.

But with Bob, she somehow knew it’d be different. She’d dreamt about him. How crazy was that? And when Tessa said that she thought she’d finally convinced him to come out for the weekend, Becca had been ecstatic. She knew about his short-lived relationship with another gal and the child they shared. They never married, but according to Tessa, they were civil toward one another, remaining friends and doing what was best for their little girl. That made Bob all the more admirable in her eyes.

And if she had anything to say or do about it, she’d make herself available to him. She just wanted the chance to see what, if anything, could develop between them.

She was really looking forward to the weekend.

****

The helicopter ride was anything but smooth as the pilot darted around the hillsides in the dark. Bob was leading a recon group into the mountains of Afghanistan, just north of Kabul. Intel led them to believe that an insurgent cell was thickening and an attack was imminent. The mission was to verify the intel, assess the situation, and see what course of action, if any, was needed. The copter was going to get them onto the western side of the mountains and they’d hike east toward the target.

Equipped with NVG’s—night vision goggles—the men were readying for their rappel. One last check of the gear, ropes secure, and down they slid. Within seconds the six-man team hit the ground. Crouching, scanning, they waited until the copter took off before making sure the area was clear. Bob gave the signal and one by one they began to move. Jake and Garrett were among the men, Jake taking point. They were followed by Scotty, Mack, and Raul, with Bob bringing up the rear.

With stealth and discipline, they silently made their way through trees and across treacherous rock. Intense training had conditioned the men for missions like this. But the true conditioner was the mission itself, and Bob, at the age of thirty-three had completed plenty of them over the last ten years. Their trek should put them on target about an hour before sunrise, which would be five hours from now.

Plenty of time to contemplate. Focus on the mission. Review every detail given. Run through every possible scenario. Communications check complete. So far so good.

With hours of marching ahead, Bob couldn’t keep his mind from drifting back to the weekend in Surf City. Hard to believe that it’d been nearly six years already. Becca had never been far from his thoughts, even if she was half a world away.

That Friday night all those years ago had been a relaxing time at the beach house with plenty of food, stories, and laughter. What he wouldn’t give to go back to that day … to do things differently.

As they say, hindsight is 20/20…

****

Bob took it easy on the beers, enjoying only a few so as not to feel sluggish in the morning for his run with Becca. There had been plenty of flirting and coziness amongst the group with everyone easily pairing off. And when Bob watched his cousin take off with Jake, all he could think was that they were grown adults and could do whatever the heck they pleased. He certainly wasn’t Tessa’s keeper. She knew the score and was capable of holding her own with Jake by having a good time and not expecting more than that from the guy.

Sometimes all a person needed was a good weekend romp—the release of some sexual tension.

That was something Bob thought more on as he sat cuddling with Becca. They were tangled together on a lounge chair in front of a fire that danced in the built-in pit. The deck was vacated by everyone else as they sought out their own private space. While Becca had been more reserved than the others with her flirting, Bob could tell she enjoyed what was happening between the two of them. He sure as hell was.

Stars lit up the dark sky and most of the warmth from earlier still hung in the air, making the fire more for ambience than necessity. Bob couldn’t remember a time in the last few years when he’d felt more relaxed as he listened to the rhythm of the crashing waves. The calming effect they had did wonders for him. He also loved smelling the briny air as a nice breeze blew in off the shore. And if the contented sighs coming from Becca were any indication of her relaxed state, she would be downright pliant beneath his hands.

Not that he planned on forcing anything between them or doing something she wasn’t comfortable with. But Bob had a feeling there was eagerness on her part, and the more he sat with her, the more eager he too felt. Just where it would lead had yet to be decided.

Becca wore shorts and a tank top as she sat nestled between his legs with her back to his chest, Bob’s arms nestled around her waist. She was running her bare foot up and down the length of his leg while her fingernails lightly raked across his thighs, effectively stirring his libido. Bob wanted to cup her sweet little tits that had been teasing him, as she wore no bra, and feel her nipples tighten beneath his fingers. And that was just for starters. His erection strained against his shorts, pressing into her lower back.

Becca shifted, wiggling her ass between his legs and causing her body to rub against his crotch. The little devil turned and lifted her face to his with a smile, and Bob couldn’t stop himself from capturing her lips, accepting her surefire invitation. Their earlier kisses were tame compared to what he unleashed upon her, ravaging her mouth and sweeping his tongue inside to duel with hers. He tasted the remnants of her beer along with citrus from the wedge of orange she had had with her drink.

When she lifted her arms to wrap around the back of his head, Bob’s hands found their way to Becca’s chest, palming her breasts through the thin material and lightly squeezing. Her back arched as she moaned, further spurring him on. His hands trailed down her torso to slip beneath her top in order to find her smooth skin. And damn if she didn’t feel like warm silk.

He took the kiss deeper, more savage as she pressed into his hands, obviously enjoying his touch as he rolled her pebbled nipples. With great effort, Bob tore his mouth away from Becca’s and whispered raggedly in her ear. “I need to touch more of you.”

“God, yes,” she answered breathlessly.

Bob licked her neck and suckled as he moved a hand down her belly to her shorts. He deftly flicked open the button and slid down the zipper, allowing him entrance. Sliding his hand between her panties and skin, he felt her smooth pussy and groaned. Continuing on, he slipped his fingers between her lower lips and found her dripping, her hot liquid bathing his digits.

“Fuck, you’re soaking wet, Becca,” he growled.

“Mm hmm,” was all she could manage as she tilted her hips, pressing into his hand, seeking more. With her hands still banded around his head, she pulled his mouth to hers, initiating another savage kiss between them.

As he sank his fingers into her, she gasped, and all Bob could think about was replacing his fingers with his mouth. He tore his mouth away from hers and said, “I need to taste you.” He withdrew his fingers and lightly tapped her clit, adding, “Right here.”

Becca jolted and gave a hoarse reply of consent.

Quickly untangling himself from her body, he moved off the chair, adjusting it so that it lay flat, commanding her to lie back. He saw the desire, the willingness in her eyes as she moved her body parallel with the lounger. And Bob wasted no time in towering over her, ridding her body of the shorts and panties in one movement. As he bent her legs at the knees, he straddled the chair at her feet, sitting close, facing her.

He knew she was already revved up and didn’t think it’d take long before she came, but he wanted to linger, savor. Bob held her ankles and gently spread her legs, draping them around his hips as he slowly caressed her inner thighs. He teased her crease before parting her lips once again, watching as her juices glistened and her sex throbbed. His own erection throbbed mercilessly within his shorts, begging for release, but he’d hold out until he brought pleasure to Becca first.

“Bob…” She drew out his name on a plea as her pelvis lifted. Her hands clutched the sides of the chair for leverage.

“Easy, Becca,” he cooed while he gently pressed a hand to her lower abdomen. His other teased her clit with slow, feather-light touches. “I’m gonna give you what you want.”

Bob then leaned forward, replacing his fingers with his tongue, swiping its flat surface across her entire pussy. She bucked, and he latched onto her clit, nipping and suckling while she gyrated beneath him.

Fuck, she tasted like Heaven!

He swirled around her bundle of nerves then down to her opening, plunging inside to greedily lap at her cream. Returning to her clit, he sucked her hard as he drove two fingers inside, fucking her and driving her wild with his mouth and hand. Her cries of pleasure were erotic, tempting him to interrupt his current task so that he could plunge his cock inside that hot sheath of hers. But he held back on his own demands and continued his attention to the sweet Becca.

Bob felt her tightening, felt her clenching around his fingers as her clit grew more engorged. Tiny tremors pulsed through her as her body shook, and he knew she was close to orgasm. He buried his fingers as deep as he could and gave one more pull on her clit before she shattered. Her body rippled, shaking as she tried but failed to control her screams. He delighted in hearing her pleasure—pleasure he knew he’d given her. And he didn’t relent, drawing out her release that seemed never-ending.

When Becca finally descended, her body relaxing beneath his hands, her gaze connected with his and her smile was brilliant. “That was wonderful.” She closed her eyes and sighed.

“You’re beautiful,” Bob said softly. When she opened her eyes again, they remained locked on him. He smoothed his hands across her hips and down her thighs, enjoying the quiver of her skin. She didn’t seem to mind being naked and open for him, and he loved her continued confidence.

Becca sat up and reached for his hands, a sexy smile on her lips. “My turn.” When Bob started to protest, she cut him off. “Let me take care of you.” Her hand traveled between his legs, molding to the outline of his erection and applying pressure. “You definitely need some relief.”

Bob gently held her wrist and tried to stifle his groan. His voice was gruff as he said, “I don’t expect you to—”

“To return the favor? I’ve been waiting two years for this, for you.”

Bob was stunned speechless at her confession. He watched her eyes soften and a gentle smile curve her lips. “I think I’ve been in love with you since the first picture Tessa ever showed me. She shared everything, she was always so proud of you. I could feel your energy, your elation in every photo. Made me wish I’d been there to share your joy.”

“Becca.” Bob cupped her face and leaned forward, kissing her with the same sweetness she exuded, the sweetness she deserved in return. Pulling back, her eyes slowly opened to his. “I told myself I’m not the hit-it-and-quit-it kinda guy. I don’t want to take advantage of you, and I can’t guarantee you any more than tonight.”

Becca placed her hand to the side of his face and smiled. “I’ll take tonight if it’s all I get. I understand your job, your duty, and I’m not gonna make demands on you. I don’t expect any declarations—”

“But, Becca…”

She shook her head. “Don’t deny me, Bob. I want you. Right here, right now. No promises. I get it, I really do.”

Silence hung in the air for all of a second before Bob reacted. “Fuck, I want you, and damn my honor.” He was off the chair and stripping out of his clothes.

Becca whipped her top over her head leaving her completely naked. “You have more honor than any man I know.”

Bob stood over her, taking in her beauty, knowing what he was about to do was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. “Do I need a condom? Because I’m clean, haven’t been with anyone in some time.”

She shook her head and said she was on the pill, then lifted her arms to him as if beseeching him to come to her. But he had other plans. He lifted her from the chair and surprised her by pulling her body to his so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. He then spun them and placed himself on the chair so that she straddled him. As his hands fell to her waist, she moved her hips across his body, rubbing her wet center across his erection.

“I need to be inside you, Becca. I need to feel your pussy surrounding me.”

“Tessa always said you were a sweet-talker,” she teased. She lay forward across his body, sealing her lips to his while her breasts pressed into his chest.

Bob moved his hands around to her ass, squeezing as he pressed further into her. He broke the kiss to say, “I’m no sweet-talker, baby. I just tell it like it is.”

“And you’d like my pussy on your cock?”

Her grin was driving him crazy, her body even more so. And now to hear her talk dirty to him? Yeah, she was something, all right. “Hell yeah, I want that pussy on my cock. I want to feel you come again, squeezing me until I explode inside you.” Bob could feel her skin heating, he could hear her breath quicken.

A strangled sob escaped her as she fisted his erection and guided him to her opening. She was plenty wet and still swollen from her first orgasm, and he planned to make sure her second proved to be even more powerful.

Bob surged into her, unable to hold back, and her startled gasp turned into a gratifying moan as she held herself tightly against his body. Becca then braced her hands on his shoulders and lifted her body, giving him access to her breasts once again. While he palmed them, squeezed them, Becca pumped her hips in tiny thrusts, creating a friction that felt fantastic.

“That feels so goddamn good,” he groaned.

“Yeah? You like that?” Her sassy smile and hooded eyes were so damn sexy. She was stunning.

Bob dropped his hands to her hips and latched on, taking control and moving their bodies together at a faster pace. “Yeah, Becca, I do. I’m trying to let you set the pace but I wanna drive into you so hard.” He punctuated that statement with a forceful surge that had her crying out.

“Yes, take me harder, Bob.” Her nails dug into his flesh and her insides tightened around his cock. She threw her head back and her perky little breasts bounced as he gave her what she wanted. What they both wanted.

Bob was certain he’d leave marks on her skin as he further tightened his hold on her flesh and pounded into her, chasing his release. Becca’s pants and gasps competed with his own groans, knowing they were both close to exploding. He released a hand from her hip to find her center, thumbing her sensitized clit, and within seconds she ignited, bringing him with her. He bucked wildly as she held on, both moving in sync to the most intense climax Bob had ever felt. His entire body practically convulsed with power as Becca’s inner muscles squeezed the life out of him, milking him of every last drop as he filled her with his cum.

She collapsed onto his chest, her body still quaking as pulses seemed to zip back and forth between the two. Becca buried her face into his neck as Bob banded his arms around her tiny body. He held her tightly as their ragged breaths slowly returned to normal and their shudders began to diminish, leaving their slick, heated bodies seemingly fused together.

“So good,” she whispered against his skin. “So much more than I imagined.”

Bob gently caressed her back with one hand as another sifted through her blonde silky strands, loving the softness—simply loving the feel of her body atop his. The firelight danced across her skin, causing her to glow, and Bob thought he’d never seen another woman look so … perfect. “You are incredible, Becca.”

“Mmm, you are,” she purred.

Bob chuckled as she sat up, her dreamy appearance so damn cute. And her grin … he could easily stare at that satisfied expression every day.

Whoa! Where the hell did that come from? You’re just enjoying a weekend.

“Hey, where’d ya go?” Becca’s concerned look and tender voice brought Bob back into focus.

“Nowhere. I’m right here.” He hoped the smile he gave her was convincing, because he really did look forward to enjoying this weekend without getting into anything heavy. He just couldn’t guarantee much more than that.

As his hands continued to stroke her soft skin, he felt goose bumps rise. “Getting chilly? Want to move inside?”

She ran her hands up and down his chest as she answered. “As long as you aren’t sending me off to a separate room.”

“From the looks of things earlier, I’d say we probably won’t have a choice but to share a room. Not that I’ll complain.” He gave her a wink.

Becca leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Good, because I can’t think of anything better than spending the night in your arms and waking up together for our run.”

****

Morning came and Bob was gone.

Becca felt like the rug had been pulled out from underneath her, sending her for a spin that may never right itself.

She learned from Tessa that Bob and the guys had to report back to Bragg ASAP and get ready for deployment.

Becca never heard a thing, having slept so soundly. She tried to put up a good front for Tessa, but had suspected her friend knew the truth—that she was impossibly in love with Bob. When she’d told him, she certainly didn’t expect any declaration from him, given he’d just met her. And one hot night of sex with him didn’t really equate to love, did it? But Becca was falling hard, and she just hoped she’d be able to withstand the impact when she landed, wherever that may be.

****

Bob had been out of country more than he was in, barely having time to recharge, let alone try to develop any sense of a relationship with Becca. His impromptu deployment that interrupted the weekend at the beach had kept him away for six months. And when his team had returned to regroup, thinking they’d have some time stateside, they were notified of another mission for which they’d had only two weeks to prepare.

As much as Bob wished it could’ve been different, Becca hadn’t deserved the uncertainty, the waiting. And he told her so. It had ripped his heart in two.

Hell, he’d barely had a relationship with his daughter, Mackenzie, who was nearly ten, and he’d hated that. Bob had to watch her grow up mostly through pictures and emails. There were visitations on the occasions that he was in-country, along with the rare Skype sessions when he had a secure and steady link. His contribution to her upbringing was chiefly financial, but he longed for the day that would change.

As for Becca, he’d learned from Tessa that she had eventually moved on when she realized the circumstances weren’t going to bring Bob back to her. Seemed life on the West Coast was the perfect change of scenery, where she ended up marrying and having a son, only to divorce a few years later. Bob was saddened to hear that, wishing she’d gone on to be happy, even if he wasn’t the one providing that happiness.

Contact between Tessa and Becca had become sporadic, but as far as Bob knew from his cousin, Becca was in Southern California. San Diego, to be exact.

Yeah, he still thought of her and what could have been, constantly kicking himself for turning away what had had the potential to be amazing. Guess the ship had sailed on that one.

Regret had taken root, digging in deep.

After seeing and experiencing the ravages man was capable of, he now knew that you take advantage of every opportunity, ensuring that every minute of your life be lived to the fullest. Because you never knew when that life would be forever altered. Or worse, over.

****

Gunfire lit up the predawn morning, the deafening barrage shattering the peaceful silence. Bob and his men hit the ground, returning fire around them. Two shooters were twenty yards behind the group, having popped out of a covered pit the guys had walked by earlier.

Mack took a round in the calf, but barely let it slow him down. Three more shooters about a hundred yards in front of them jumped out from the rocks. With the advantage of the NVGs, Bob and his men made short work of the others, quickly taking them out.

But the damage was done. Their position was compromised.

Bob had Scotty radio Command and attend to Mack while he and the others went ahead to get a quick assessment. Bob figured they’d have less than thirty minutes to gather what intel they could and beat feet outta there before they faced another confrontation.

Garrett began taking pictures of the town, the buildings, the well-guarded by armed men. Raul’s thermal camera picked up a dozen or so men that were headed their way.

“Boss.” Raul got Bob’s attention. “We gotta go. RPGs headed our way.”

“Roger,” Bob responded. “Scotty, get the copter back. Pick a spot for extraction and let’s get to it. Jake, Raul, keep eyes on any incoming. Garrett, you got enough?”

“Got it. Looks like they may have a tunnel system or at least an underground safe spot. Armed men just took two unarmed men into a well. Insurgent leaders possibly.”

“Okay, let’s wrap it up and move. Mack, you good to go?”

“Good to go, boss.”

As the men began their retreat, a shot rang out. Jake took down the lead man ascending toward them. “Raul, to our left! They’re spreading out!” The group fired more shots and took more men down. The insurgents were getting a few shots off, but luckily they were still too far away to inflict damage.

“Scotty, you radio that copter? What’s its twenty?”

“Thirty minutes out. We need to head back southwest to the rendezvous.”

“Jake, Raul, let’s move. Keep eyes on our six, I’ll take the lead.”

Garrett positioned himself up front with Bob while they kept Scotty and Mack behind them. They needed to move quickly in order to put space between them and the men that were following.

 They made it only a few hundred yards before Raul went down. Everyone spun and caught sight of another man coming out of the ground. Sneaky bastard must’ve stayed hidden when he realized all his buddies were goners. He got off another shot, hitting Jake in the shoulder.

Bob aimed, fired. Shooter down.

He and Garrett ran back to Jake’s position. He was kneeling, assessing Raul. When Bob approached, he saw Jake’s grim expression as light slowly filtered into the sky.

Jake shook his head, indicating that Raul was dead.

“Fuck!” Bob rarely lost his cool, but he was sick and tired of losing men. He knew the risks, they all did. Never take for granted that it’d be a cut-and-dried mission, because danger was never far. He knew well not to forget that. “Garrett, wrap Jake’s shoulder. Scotty, get Raul’s gear.”

The men reacted, doing their duty, but Bob knew they were just as pissed as him. Bob bent down, picked Raul up, and slung his body across his shoulder.

“Let me,” Mack said. He was the biggest and strongest of the men.

“I got it,” Bob grunted. “You’re a better shot, so you and Garrett watch our backs. The longer we stand here the closer those bastards get. Jake, G2G?”

“G2G, boss.”

“Scotty, lead the way. And get that copter to us. Let’s go!”

The group resumed their movement, trying to put distance between themselves and the men intent on ending their lives. More grenades were launched, and they were landing closer and closer. Mack and Garrett took out a few more men, but others were quickly gaining on them. A quick peek behind him told Bob that they were clearly outnumbered. Shit!

As the sun made its way over the mountain peaks, it sent its blinding light into the eyepieces of Mack and Garrett’s scopes. They had to readjust to get eyes on the men. One second was all it took for a grenade to hit its mark.

Bob felt as if someone had shoved him from behind. It felt as if a million fireballs were thrown at his backside. He heard muffled yells, he smelled dust and heat. He saw the ground rise up and smack him in the face.

Lights out.

****

Becca watched Riley splash in the shallow surf, his squeals of delight bringing a smile to her face as always. Mid-September Saturdays still brought plenty of beachgoers, and today was no different. Her son darted around others, slipping in and out of the water as if playing tag, laughing harder when it touched his feet. At four, he was a little daredevil. Many times he reminded her of herself when she was younger and seemed to fear nothing.

Moments like this almost made Becca forget about her worries. Forget about Riley’s dad, Patrick, who always found reasons to put off his visits which were becoming more infrequent. They were supposed to have a family day at Sea World and then a picnic on the beach.

But if she was being honest, she selfishly wished he’d just give up partial custody and leave her and Riley alone. Her son was already confused enough by his actions, and Becca was tired of making excuses for him.

Granted, Patrick was a busy man. He was an orthopedic surgeon at Sharp Coronado Hospital. For all the skill and care he gave his patients, she wished he’d given his family just a fraction of that. Then, they might still be together. They might still be happy.

Who was she kidding? Patrick liked the idea of the perfect family, but all of Patrick’s focus had been and would always be on his career. Realizing their marriage wasn’t salvageable, it took a considerable amount of persuasion to convince Patrick that a divorce was best, rather than live in a loveless marriage. They finally came to a civil agreement.

She certainly couldn’t complain about the financial support he provided for her and Riley, but Patrick seemed to think that that would more than make up for his absence. In Becca’s eyes, his love and devotion to his son should be most important. Money couldn’t replace a father’s presence. But the more she thought about it, the more she asked if Riley needed a father figure. With Patrick being such a non-presence, she’d be quick to answer no.

Becca was more than capable of providing all the love and emotional support her son needed, as he had become her number one priority from the second he was born.

“Mommy! Look what I found!”

Becca looked at Riley running toward her, an iridescent bubble wiggling in his hand. Before she could say a word, Riley’s innocent excitement turned to sheer terror. He stood frozen in the sand as his screams rang out, drawing looks from everyone in the area.

Luckily, there were prepared lifeguards on duty which was why Becca had chosen this beach.

Becca ran to her son who was trying to free himself of the gooey blob. She reached him at the same time as a female lifeguard who said her name was Tanya.

Becca tried to calm Riley as Tanya went to work freeing the jellyfish from his appendage. Welts were rising on his forearm and many were turning into blisters. Tanya removed a plastic bag of white powder from her bag and began dusting it over Riley’s affected areas.  “Baking soda,” she said. “It’ll neutralize the stinging.” She reached inside the bag again and brought out a bottle. “It’s Benadryl. See if you can get him to swallow some drops.”

Becca did her best to continue soothing her son and used the dropper to squirt the liquid in his mouth. She was relieved when he managed to choke down more than he spewed out.

“It’s all right, big guy, this syrup will help. Look, Tanya’s making the owies better with that magic powder.” Riley’s screams lowered to air-gulping sobs, and Becca was grateful to Tanya for her response and kindness. “Thank you,” she said.

“Absolutely,” Tanya replied. “This is only a quick fix. You’ll no doubt want to get him to a hospital for an exam, possibly more treatment.”

When that realization hit, Becca’s mind immediately went to work trying to figure which would be closest, which would be best. She certainly didn’t want to take him to his father. Patrick couldn’t handle Riley’s hysterics. And he was only four, for God’s sake!

“UCSD Medical Center, Hillcrest,” Tanya said. “It’s a straight shot out Highway 8.”

“Thank you. Again.” She gathered Riley in her arms and quickly threw their belongings in her bag. She hurried to her car, and after getting her son strapped in his seat, she got behind the wheel and shot out of the parking area.

Within minutes Becca was rushing into the Emergency Department with her crying son cradled in her arms.

“He was stung by a jellyfish.” Becca began to calmly explain to the approaching nurse, keeping her terror locked down so as not to further upset her son.

An hour later, Becca walked toward the exit with Riley sleeping in her arms. All the activity and anguish had exhausted him. Thankfully the staff had been wonderful and treated him well. They sent her home with liquid Benadryl and extra-strength hydrocortisone cream after cleaning his hand and arms more thoroughly. She was told that he may have a few faint scars from some of the stings, but they’d probably fade with his growth.

Not once did Riley ask for his father, and not until now did she even think to call him. It was the middle of the afternoon and he’d no doubt be busy. She’d call him tonight and let him know what had happened. There wasn’t anything he could’ve done anyway, other than probably upset Riley more.

She hated thinking like that, but sometimes the truth hurt.

Just as the doors swooshed open, another party was walking toward the entrance. Becca noticed two men in Army fatigues drawing closer, both wearing sunglasses to shield their eyes. While one walked tall and confident, the other had a slight limp, but no less confident. She gave them a smile as she passed, used to seeing many soldiers in the San Diego area. Not another thought was given to the men as she became preoccupied with getting Riley home and comfortable.

Becca had taken only a few more steps when she heard her named called out. Puzzled, she turned, and her gaze met with hazel eyes. To say she was shocked would have been an understatement.

“Bob?” she barely managed. She watched as he approached, the limp doing nothing to deter him. She watched as his eyes softened and he smiled that roguish smile she thought she’d never see again. As he stopped only a foot away, Becca tipped her face up to look at him, her ponytail brushing the nape of her neck. He was still handsomely rugged, but definitely changed.

Bob’s eyes lacked their usual shine and a keen fierceness she remembered from years ago. They appeared weary and tired as more lines creased his tanned skin at the corners. A lean face held what had once been soft yet skillful lips—lips that now looked as if the smile was forced instead of genuine. Becca’s heart went out to him, wondering what he must have seen during his tours, and dearly wishing she could see the man she fell in love with so many years ago.

“What are you doin’ here?” she asked lamely.

“Seeing a friend.” He indicated to the other man who hung back behind him. “Tessa told me you were out in this area. How are you?”

“I’m good. Well, tired, actually,” she said looking down at Riley as he shifted in her arms.

“This must be your son.”

Her head whipped up in surprise, wondering how he knew of Riley. Tessa, of course, she immediately thought. “Yes.” She smiled down on her waking boy. “This is Riley. Unfortunately, a fun day at the beach nearly turned into a nightmare. He was stung by a jellyfish.”

Riley spoke sleepily, holding out his bandaged arm. “I got owies. The lady put magic powder on ‘em to make the hurt stop.”

Bob grinned and gently stroked Riley’s fingers that were stretched toward him. “Did she now? And did it work?”

“It worked good. Then Mommy squirted yucky stuff in my mouth.” Riley’s mouth and nose wrinkled as if still tasting the “yucky” medicine.

Bob chuckled, and Becca’s stomach fluttered at the sound. She watched Bob interacting with Riley, so tender and concerned.

“Maybe your mom has better stuff for you. My mom always gave me ice cream when I got owies,” Bob said.

“I love ice cweam!” Riley exclaimed.

“Me too. Vanilla’s my favorite. What’s yours?”

“Stwawbewwy,” Riley said.

“Strrrawberry,” Becca corrected.

“Strrrbewwy,” Riley tried to sound out.

“Close enough,” Becca conceded. She looked back to Bob, still not believing he was in front of her. “How long are you here?”

“Not sure, just got in yesterday.” As he looked at her, she saw him hesitate. Finally he asked if she’d like to get together sometime.

“Yes,” she said right away without a second thought. No way was she going to let another opportunity with him pass her by. “Do you still run? We could—” She stopped when she realized he had the limp. She looked down at his legs then back to his face, feeling awful. “I’m so sorry, I—”

“It’s okay, really. Had an incident on a mission. Not running much these days. But I’d love to meet for breakfast if that’s okay.”

“That’d be great. Can you come over to my place in the mornin’? Or is that too soon?”

“That’d be fine.” He pulled out his phone, no doubt scrolling to his contact page. “How ‘bout you give me your number and address, and I’ll find you.”

As she rattled off the information, Riley reached out again, touching Bob’s hand that held the phone. “You got owies, too,” he said, stroking a puckered scar that started on the back of Bob’s hand and ran up his forearm.

Only then did Becca notice the scar, trying not to be shocked. How could she have missed that? Because she’d been too focused on staring at his gorgeous face and reminiscing about the past, that’s why.

She started to reach out, but then stopped herself. “Oh, Bob,” she couldn’t help herself from saying. She watched Bob’s eyes harden for a second before clouding over, trying to brush it off with a shrug.

“Comes with the territory.” He dropped the phone back in his pocket before ruffling Riley’s hair gently. “But hey, big guy, I got magic powder to heal me, too.”

“You did?” Riley asked with awe.

“Yep. I’m all better.” Bob looked at Becca, smiling. Only the smile still didn’t reflect in his eyes. “I better get going. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Yes,” she managed. “How does nine sound?”

“Sounds perfect. See ya, Riley.”

“Bye.”

Becca watched Bob turn and make his way inside the center. She stood for another moment before Riley started to fidget, making her turn to head toward the car. “Okay, buddy, how about we hit the store real quick for some groceries?”

“And ice cweam!”

“And ice cream.” She smiled down at her son, kissing his forehead.

“Was that man a fwend, Mommy?”

“Yes. A friend from a long time ago.”

“He’s a soldier.”

“Yes, he is. He’s a brave man.” She didn’t question why that suddenly came out, just knew it had to be the truth.

“He fights bad guys, huh?”

“I’m sure he has,” she said, more to herself than to her son.

She got Riley and herself settled in the car. After a quick trip through Albertson’s, they were on their way home. Becca lived east of the San Diego Zoo, just past the freeway, in Azalea Park. Since the divorce, she and Riley moved to a nice development close to a good school for him. Patrick maintained his residence at Coronado Shores, close to the hospital.

The rest of the afternoon and evening consisted of Becca cleaning and cooking while Riley had napped and silently played in his room. Once they had each showered and had dinner, she redressed Riley’s arm after smearing it with cream. Becca then settled him into bed where they began their nightly ritual of her reading to him before he fell asleep.

Thoughts of Bob suddenly came to mind. After all these years, here he was. What had his life been like? How did he get those scars? And the limp? Was he still enlisted? “Obviously, if he was wearin’ the uniform,” she said to herself. Made her want to call Tessa, but with the time difference, she didn’t want to bother her friend this late. And given that it’d been some time since the two had even contacted one another, she wasn’t even sure how her call would be received.

“Oh, crap! I didn’t even call Patrick. Guess one more day won’t hurt.”

Becca cleared her thoughts of her ex and started some relaxing yoga poses. Try as she might, she couldn’t get Bob out of her head. And why would she want to? He had been the object of her affection—even if it had been one-sided—for many years. Logically, she had understood Bob telling her she shouldn’t wait, that she should make a life for herself because he just couldn’t offer her one. And sure, she’d been devastated, but she’d also been hardheaded in thinking there may have still been a chance.

When it was clearly evident that the chance would never be, she took off to make a life for herself in California. But she still couldn’t remove the man from her heart. When there’d been no contact between her and Bob and no hints from Tessa as to whether he even mentioned her, she figured she might as well get on with her life.

Meeting Patrick had been a good distraction at first. They had been introduced by mutual friends at a fundraiser she happened to attend. He’d been charming, smart, and fun. Marriage seemed like the next step in her life, Patrick’s as well. But then the fun only went so far. His life revolved around work. When she found out she was pregnant with Riley, she thought that would change things for the better. Wrong again. People who say they stayed together for the sake of the children had it all wrong. Their kids would love them more knowing they lived truthfully.

Could Bob showing up mean a second chance?

She laughed and snorted. As if, she thought. He’s just being friendly for old time’s sake. Just enjoy breakfast and see what happens.

Once again she tried clearing her mind as she went through her nightly routine.

****

Bob sat in the darkened room at the Days Inn. His friend, Leroy, had offered him a room at his home, but Bob declined, not wanting to burden him and his family.

“Hell, man, you’re no burden and you know that. You’re always welcome in our home.”

“And I appreciate it, but I need some space right now.”

“You better call if you need anything.”

“I will, thanks.”

After saying good night to Leroy earlier, Bob retreated to his room. Since the mission six months earlier that left him scarred and limping, he spent too much time alone. At least according to his therapist. Goddamned head-tinkers. Yeah, he knew the therapy was helping, and it wasn’t a show of weakness to talk to a counselor about his problems. He just never thought he’d be one of the guys that would need the help.

Bob was lucky enough that the services were being offered instead of being brushed aside and forgotten, as too often happened in the past. The Armed Forces were realizing that the soldiers killed in the field weren’t the only casualties. The ones that came home and had to resume a so-called normal life after the shit they went through, they were casualties, too. And their families.

They had to live with the trauma, the scars—whether they were physical, mental, or emotional—they were still there.

Bob thought of his team and that fateful mission. Raul and Garrett killed. Mack, who ended up losing both his legs, took an honorable discharge. He went home to Boston to run his dad’s business. Jake’s shoulder healed well enough, but he still couldn’t meet the physical needs for any further missions. He went on to become a weapons instructor. And Scotty, some thought the luckiest of them all, suffered only minor abrasions on his body. But his mind, well, he wasn’t having quite the positive attitude toward the counselors that Bob was. Bob made a point to check in with Scotty weekly to ensure he was on track with his therapy and his healing.

Thoughts of Becca came to mind. Seeing her earlier hadn’t been a shock really. After all, he had planned to seek her out. He just didn’t expect to see her exiting the hospital with her adorable son in her arms. He thought it to be her, and when he looked back and saw the tattoo on her lovely exposed neck, he had to react.

She was one of the main reasons he was in San Diego. That, and a job possibility as a civilian tech consultant. Yeah, Bob was a techy, and a brilliant one at that. He was entertaining the idea of his separation from the Army, and like Becca’s thoughts years ago, maybe a change of scenery was in order. He’d always have a connection with his brothers-in-arms, only it would no longer be in the field.

Bob thought of his daughter, Mackenzie, back in North Carolina. He’d become a big part of her life in the last few months. He’d had to because of her mom dying of a drug overdose after Bob returned from the last mission. She’d had hopes of a reunion with him, but after learning of his injuries and thinking he wasn’t going to come out of the coma he was in, she couldn’t face her responsibilities. She fought a downhill battle for years, and that had pushed her over the edge. Mackenzie had been staying with her grandma more than her own mom.

Bob made sure that would change. The grandma knew of her daughter’s struggles, and the only help she was able to offer had been to take care of Mackenzie. But she was elderly with concerns of her own, and as much as she loved her granddaughter, she was glad Bob was there to take her.

Bob had considered bringing her on this trip but didn’t want to get her hopes up if it didn’t pan out. He talked to her about the possibility of relocating to California, and she was beyond excited. He thought she’d be scared or wary, not wanting to leave her grandma or her friends, but the idea of living by the beach where it didn’t snow sounded much more appealing.

One hurdle cleared.

But what if Becca wanted nothing to do with him? Could he even consider relocating, knowing she was here but unobtainable?

Her quick acceptance of breakfast was encouraging. She’d have shot him down if she didn’t want anything to do with him, right?

Bob was driving himself crazy with all these thoughts. He was hoping there were still lingering feelings on her part after all these years. Sure, it sounded like a long shot, but he had to try. He had to see if he could make amends for his fuck-up all those years ago, no matter how unlikely it may seem.

He made the decision to not wait until morning. It was eight in the evening. Bob had to see Becca now.

****

Becca finished her yoga and was heating a mug of water for tea when she heard a knock on her door. Looking at the clock, she wondered who would be here at nearly eight-thirty in the evening.

Hopefully not Patrick. She couldn’t see why he’d stop by. And she couldn’t handle anything from him right now.

She walked to the door and looked through the peephole, jerking back with shock after seeing Bob on the other side. She looked at herself in the small mirror above the sideboard and sighed. Well, what should he expect after the day she’d had? This was her, take it or leave it.

Becca unlocked the door and opened it, her heart immediately going out to the man standing before her, looking so lost.

“Bob, come in.” She stepped aside, allowing him to pass. She closed and locked the door, turning to him as he filled her entryway.

“I’m sorry to just show up like this, but…”—he hesitated a moment before continuing— “but I had to see you. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not if you don’t mind me in the state I’m in. I just finished my yoga and was gettin’ some tea. Would you like anything?” She nervously moved past him through the living room, sensing that he followed.

“You look great.”

She laughed, continuing on toward the kitchen. “Ha, thanks.”

“You do, Becca. You look really great.”

The sincerity in his voice had her stopping to turn and stare at him. If it were possible, it seemed there were even more lines etched on his face and a shadow surrounding him. Becca instantly wanted to chase away that darkness and see his brightness return. She thought she should approach whatever this was with caution, but that just wasn’t her style. Not after all the thoughts that’d been running through her mind.

“Bob, why are you here?”

“Here at your house, or here in San Diego?”

“Yes. Both, I guess.”

“I’m here for a possible job.” He took a step in her direction. “That is, if things work out with us.”

“With us? What do you mean?”

Another step brought him closer. “I’m here for you, Becca. I spent the last six years thinking about you, and lately wondering why I was such a dumbass for not giving us a chance. For letting my own fear and uncertainty ruin what could have been something great. What I hope could still be salvaged.”

The hope in his voice, now in his eyes, had Becca’s mind reeling. “Why did you never contact me?”

“Tessa told me you had moved on, married, had a kid. I couldn’t disrupt that. I was always gone on missions, and that seemed to reaffirm my conviction for not getting involved. But it didn’t stop me from thinking about you, wishing things could’ve been different.”

“There was never anyone else over the years?” She found it hard to believe that he had never hooked up with anyone else. She watched him lower his head and almost blush. “Okay, maybe I really don’t want to know about that.”

His head came up and his stare met hers. “Becca, nobody has ever invaded my thoughts like you. I can’t explain it, and it doesn’t really matter. All that matters is I’m here, ready to beg if I have to.”

“Bob, I—”

Bob closed the distance between them to stand within inches of her. “Can you give me a chance? Is there any possible way you could consider loving this broken man?”

Becca reached out her hands to take his, gripping them tightly. “Don’t say that. You’re not a broken man.”

“Becca, there’s a lot you don’t know.”

“Like the scars?” She looked to his arm, seeing much more than she had earlier. “The limp?” she said as she looked down to his legs before returning to his face. “They don’t matter to me. That’s only superficial.” She leaned in closer, releasing a hand to place on his chest. “What matters is what’s in here. Your strength. Your courage. Your heart.”

****

Bob felt the heat of her hand above his heart through the thin material of his t-shirt. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting her words sink in, enjoying the fact that she was even touching him again. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw the hope he longed to see in hers.

“Becca,” he began, his voice strangled with emotion. “There’s so much I want to say, so much…”

“Bob, there’ll be time for words later,” she said softly.

He leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers. Bob felt her surrender, heard her sigh as she gave herself over to the kiss. He began to wind his arms around her and she jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Bob surprised himself with the chuckle that escaped. “Still, such a tiny thing,” he said between kisses.

“This tiny thing is yours. Don’t lose me again.”

“Never.”

They assaulted one another with their mouths as their hands found purchase in each other’s hair. They stumbled toward the couch, frantic for each other.

“Where’s Riley?” Bob mumbled against her lips.

“He’s asleep in his room. Don’t worry, an earthquake couldn’t wake him.”

Becca tried to reclaim his lips, but Bob pulled back slightly to make his intentions clear. “Good, because I can’t wait any longer. Please tell me again that I don’t need a condom.”

“We’ve waited too long already, and no, no condom. Take me, Bob.”

And he did.

The urge to claim her and claim her quickly, as if she’d somehow change her mind or disappear, drove Bob to near wild and reckless abandon. As he stood Becca on her feet and savagely ripped the clothes from her body, he barely heard her gasp as blood rushed to his head and roared in his ears. His eyes feasted on her beautifully delicate form as her eyes widened, questioning.

“God, I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled.

He would have taken a step back, his aggressive action now registering and causing humility, but Becca fisted her hands in his shirt, effectively holding him in place.

“Yes, you do, just like I finally deserve you.” She stepped to him, her naked body pressing against his fully clothed one. “Don’t pull away, Bob. Please, don’t ever pull away.” Without waiting for further words, Becca guided him back until his knees hit the couch and he sat. She worked open his jeans, quickly freeing his erection and cradling it in her hot little hand.

Bob hissed as his head hit the back of the cushion, her touch feeling so damned good.

“Bob, look at me,” Becca nearly commanded. And when he did, he kept his eyes locked on her as she straddled his lap and took him in, seating herself until they met pelvis to pelvis.

His hands flew to her hips, keeping her anchored, her flesh to his. He pulsed inside her hot channel, relishing the feel of her body’s acceptance of him. Her pussy clenched around him as she rocked her hips, a sinful smile transforming her face.

“You’re too good to be true,” he rasped. His hands caressed her skin, bringing them up her sides to the softness of her breasts which he molded.

Becca shook her head. “No, I’m not.” She covered his hands with her own and used the leverage to rock even more across his lap, withdrawing slightly before seating herself again. She increased the rhythm, the pace, continuing to smile at him as her eyes sparkled.

Bob gently squeezed her breasts before releasing them, hooking around her back. As Becca’s hand landed on his shoulders, he pulled her forward, latching onto a nipple, suckling and teasing one then the other. As she rode him faster and faster, her moans increasing along with his, he knew it wouldn’t take long before they both shattered. Bob kept his face cradled between her softness, inhaling her sweetness as he pumped into her harder and harder.

“Becca,” he breathed onto her skin. He felt her tighten, squeezing him as he surged into her one more time before exploding. Convulsing, their bodies rocked together, the roughness of his clothing no doubt chaffing her. 

With ragged breaths, they slowly came down from their high as Becca’s body released Bob. He kept her in his arms as they sat on the couch with her straddling his lap. Staring at one another, they exchanged goofy grins between nibbles on each other’s mouths. Bob stiffened as she began to lift the edge of his shirt, her hands seeking his skin.

“Becca, don’t.” He started to protest, but she cut him off with the shake of her head.

“Don’t expect me not to see you—all of you.”

She began to lift the shirt off his body slowly, carefully, as if the action caused him pain. And it did. It pained him to have her see his ugliness, but without protest he allowed her to continue. When the garment was off and his torso was bare, her eyes traveled the expanse of his chest and abdomen. He knew she wouldn’t see much from this view, as the damage done to him wasn’t on his front. Still, Bob suddenly felt the need to cover himself, concerned that his scars would repulse her. They covered the right half of his backside as well as that side of his neck and down his arm. He had suffered nerve damage in his back and leg, which caused the limp.

As she gingerly touched his neck, she whispered, “Lean forward.”

Bob hesitated, a flash of worry running through his brain. But he complied after seeing something in her eyes that told him he was safe with her. And he needn’t have worried as he felt her fingers softly caress his body and she leaned forward, her lips placing kisses upon the skin below his ear.

“You can love this?” he asked.

Becca sat back to meet his gaze. “I can love you,” she answered.

Framing her beautiful face, he kissed her reverently. As she moaned into his mouth, he felt her hands continue their exploration, not realizing until now how much he needed, craved, had been starved for her touch. Bob trailed a hand down her abdomen, settling between her legs and stroking her clit, feeling it pulse as it became engorged. Their kiss became urgent as their breaths increased, their moans more insistent.

Becca lifted her body slightly and circled his renewed erection, sliding her hand along its length. She guided it to her entrance as Bob’s hand landed on her hips. He thrust up, burying himself inside her.

Home.

That thought hit his brain, his heart, and he knew where he belonged. Forever with this woman.

Their lips separated as they held still a moment, just gazing at one another, solidifying more than just their physical connection.

Becca leaned back, planting her hands behind her on Bob’s thighs, and moved in tiny thrusts. Open to him, he thumbed her clit as he added to the movement. He felt her quickly tighten, and her whimpers told him she was close.  

Bob watched Becca throw her head back, triumphing as her scream escaped and her orgasm rocked her. His own release soon followed, his body convulsing in sync with hers. He pulled Becca close, wrapping his arms around her, feeling her arms circle his shoulders as her hands traced up his neck and into his hair.

Bob knew he’d never tire of her touch and thanked God that he had it once again.

“I love you, Becca,” he whispered in her ear.

“And I love you, Bob,” she returned, feeling her lips smile against his skin.

Eventually, they made it to Becca’s bedroom where he shed the rest of his clothes, and they slept soundly through the night in each other’s arms.

****

Riley woke them Sunday morning, happy to see Mommy’s friend again, not even questioning why he was in Mommy’s bed. Thankfully, they were covered by the sheet. The last thing Becca wanted was to have her son see their naked entangled bodies.

“Mommy, Mommy, get up! It’s time for waffles and ice cweam! You too, soldier!” Before he received an answer, Riley was running out the door, no doubt headed to the kitchen, dressed only in his Captain America underwear.

Becca giggled as she turned to face Bob and saw the cutest grin on his handsome face.

“Waffles and ice cream? For breakfast?” he questioned, raising his brow.

“Yeah, well, I might have promised him that before bed last night.”

Bob leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead. When he fell back, he pulled her on top of him, wrapping his strong arms around her body. She instantly felt the rise of his growing erection pressing into her center.

“Um, Bob, as much as I’d love to take care of you this morning, Riley is known for his impatience, and I doubt you want him running back in here to witness, uh,”—she glanced down at their bodies then back to his face—“you know.”

“What?” His grin grew wider.

Becca squirmed and tried to dislodge herself from his arms. “You know. Come on, we need to get up.” When she made no progress, she looked to Bob who was only smiling like the devil.

“Come on, Becca, you can say it.” He nuzzled her neck, causing her to giggle even more.

“No.” She laughed while doing her darndest to scramble away, but all she managed to do was grind even more on his impressive, fully erect cock. She was instantly wet, her insides clenching. “Bob…” she groaned.

“I want to bury myself deep inside you and never let you go,” he ground out.

Becca held herself still, moaning against his chest. “Dammit, me too.” She looked up at Bob, sure that the heat in his eyes matched her own. “Later. Promise.” She gave him a quick nip on his chin, and when she felt him loosen his hold, she hastily—reluctantly—moved away and into her bathroom.

Making quick work taking care of business, she returned to her room, grabbing clothes and dressing. She figured she’d shower later once her son was satisfied with breakfast. Becca saw that Bob sat at the edge of her bed wearing only his jeans. She then realized that his shirt lay on the couch in the living room.

“Bob?”

His head came up and met her gaze, both his mouth and eyes smiling. This time, it was genuine. He stood and reached for her hand. “Let’s have breakfast.” Just then a loud clang sounded from the kitchen. Bob added with a chuckle, “Before Riley hurts himself.”

Becca chuckled as well as they quickly walked toward the kitchen. “I thought I kid-proofed every room, so this should be interesting.”

When they found Riley, he had managed to climb onto the counter via a pot that sat on a chair he had ascended with the help of his little step stool. The pot now rolled on the floor as Riley stood with a bowl in his hand and a proud smile on his face. Ice cream already sat on the table, as the freezer compartment was easy for him to reach, being the bottom portion of the refrigerator.

“Hi!” the little sneak exclaimed.

“The kid’s got priorities,” Bob teased.

Becca nudged his side before moving forward to scoop Riley off the counter. “You, young man, are in trouble. You should know better than to climb up on this counter. You could have hurt yourself.”

Wrapped in her arms, Riley brushed his nose against Becca’s and giggled. “But I didn’t, and I was just about to get the bowls for ice cweam.”

“I see that, but I haven’t even made the waffles yet, silly.” She spun around to face Bob who stood there smiling, looking so delicious that she could certainly eat him up for breakfast. Becca blushed at the thought, and from the narrowing of Bob’s eyes, she was certain he knew her thoughts as well. Before either could say a word, Riley spoke out.

“Wow! You did get owies!”

Becca glanced at Bob, seeing what her son saw—puckered skin running from the right side of his neck, across his shoulder, and down a portion of his arm. If he were to turn, they’d see the right side of his back puckered and pruned as well. Searching his eyes, Becca was glad to see a neutral expression. Again, Riley spoke before either adult could utter a word.

“Did bad guys do that to you?”

“Sure did.” Bob stepped closer. “But remember when I said I was all better?”

“Uh-huh,” Riley said and nodded his head.

“It’s true. It doesn’t even hurt anymore.” Bob smiled.

Riley’s smile beamed. “Mommy said you were a bwave man. My owies don’t hurt anymore, so I must be bwave too.”

“You absolutely are,” Bob answered.

Riley turned his proud smile to Becca. She had to contain the tears that moistened her eyes and choke down the sob that threatened. “Okay, big buy, go get dressed while I start breakfast.”

As she placed her son on his feet, he protested, stating, “He doesn’t have a shirt, so I why do I need one?”

“Good point,” Becca muttered. “Um, Riley, Bob’s going to put his shirt on, so you go get yours. And pants too.” When he marched off toward his room, she looked up to find Bob grinning.

“What? You’re too distracting with all that.” She waved her hand out in front of her. “So go cover up.”

Bob was instantly in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. He nuzzled her neck, saying, “Distracting, huh?”

“Yes,” she replied hoarsely, her hands automatically going around his head. “Deliciously distracting. I’ll feast on you later.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” Bob nipped her lips before pulling back, winking at her before heading to the living room.

Becca watched his retreating backside, seeing past the scars. All she noticed was his returned confidence and she loved it. She made haste in her preparations as Riley and Bob both returned to the kitchen, chattering to one another about the best qualities of superheroes.

“Captain America is so fast and strong and has his shield and I love the red, white, and blue!”

“But what about Iron Man? He has the coolest suit and he can fly.”

For several minutes they carried on, Becca enjoying how at ease they were with one another. When she announced that breakfast was ready, she plated plenty of food for them all, and the guys dug in with gusto. Once finished and the kitchen somewhat restored to normal, she led Riley to his bathroom to brush his teeth while Bob remained in the living room.

“Mommy, is Bob going to stay with us?”

“Well, for a little bit anyway. That’s something we need to talk about. Are you okay with that?”

“Oh yes! He can stay fo’evuh!” Riley spit his toothpaste into the sink and rinsed his mouth before giving Becca a big grin for inspection.

“Perfect!” As soon as she kissed her son, he was dashing off, back into the living room.

“Bob! Mommy said you could stay fo’evuh!” Riley flung himself into Bob’s arms, surprising both him and Becca. But Bob quickly caught the little boy and smiled down at him, chuckling.

“Is that so? And I guess you’re okay with that?”

Riley pulled back, smiling broadly. “Yes! I have a real hero to play superhero with!” While Riley tried hard to sound out his R’s, they still came out sounding like W’s. Becca was glad they’d be meeting with a speech therapist in the coming week. Her son’s pediatrician assured her that his physical development was fine, he just needed help controlling his lips and tongue to make the proper sounds.

When she looked to Bob to see his reaction to Riley’s declaration, she was pleased to see him continue to smile, no fear or apprehension present.

“Guess we have some things to talk about, don’t we, big guy?” Bob said to Riley.

Riley sat back with a puzzled expression. “Like what?”

“Well, like the fact that I love your mommy, and yes, I want to be here with her and with you. But also, the fact that I have a daughter, which means your mommy would be getting a daughter, and you’d be getting a sister. How do you feel about that?”

That realization sunk in, and Becca was surprised at herself that she actually felt excited. Bob’s daughter would become part of her life. And he talked so casually and comfortably about it, that it warmed her heart. When she looked to him, she saw a questioning in his eyes, and she reassured him with a smile and a nod. His returned smile glowed.

“A sister? Really? Is she little like me?”

“Really, but she’s not little like you. She’s ten and she’s taller than you. Her name is Mackenzie.”

“Mackenzie,” Riley sounded out. “She even has a bigger name.”

Bob chuckled. “Yes, she does.” He reached for his wallet and pulled out a picture, handing it to Riley. “This is her school picture.”

Riley carefully held the picture, studying it. “She’s pretty. Her hair is dark.” He looked up at Bob. “Your hair isn’t dark.”

Bob ran a hand across his closely cropped hair which was dark blond. “No. Mackenzie’s mother’s hair was dark, and she looks a lot like her mother.”

“Where’s her mommy?”

Becca noticed Bob’s eyes dim a bit before speaking next. “Her mommy’s in Heaven.”

Riley’s eyes widened. “What happened?” he whispered.

Becca caught Bob’s questioning look at her and she nodded for him to continue. She realized they certainly did have a lot to discuss, as this would be firsthand news to her as well.

“She was sick and never got better. Mackenzie’s grandma took care of her for a while.”

“I bet she was sad,” Riley stated. “When she comes here, she’ll have a new mommy and she won’t be sad anymore.” And as if that solved that, Riley handed back the picture to Bob and hopped off the couch. “It’s Sunday and we’re going to the zoo!” Once again, Riley marched off, presumably to his room to get ready for his adventure.

When Bob looked to Becca, she just smiled and shrugged. “Yeah, I might have promised that last night as well.”

Bob was off the couch and in front of Becca, threading a hand in her loose hair. “Sounds like a good day to me.” He leaned forward placing a tender kiss on her lips. “Why don’t you go shower and get ready while I spend some time with Riley?”

Becca softened beneath his touch, placing her hand against his face. “Thank you.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him again, lingering for a moment before she decided she’d better get to it. “Be out in a bit.”

Bob nodded as she skirted past him, heading toward her room, all while smiling to herself.

She finally had the man she loved back in her life.

****

The only thing that could’ve made the day any better was to have had Mackenzie with them, Bob thought. After he, Becca, and Riley had spent hours at the zoo, they were headed toward the parking lot, Riley squirming atop Bob’s shoulders while talking excitedly about all that they’d seen.

“Those elephants were so big! And their noses were so long!”

“It’s called a trunk, honey.”

“That’s sounds funny. Why not a nose?”

Becca exchanged a grin with Bob, and a look that said, “I told you so.” She wasn’t kidding when she said Riley had energy to spare and his questions were nonstop. But Bob had enjoyed every moment. He had missed all that with Mackenzie and felt like he had some making up to do. Besides, if he was going to be a permanent part of Becca and Riley’s lives, he better get used to it. No, he immediately thought, there was no getting used to it, there was living it and making it a part of his life.

When he looked to Becca, he just smiled.

“Why not call it a nose, Mommy?” Riley asked again, waiting for an answer.

“Well, because…”

“Becca?”

All eyes turned to the male voice calling out. Bob noticed a good-looking guy with brown hair, brown eyes, and medium build. He looked like your average suburban husband, even had the wife to match. An obviously pregnant wife. The woman had vibrant red hair and a slim build, except for the baby bump.

“Patrick. What—”

“Hi, Daddy,” Riley said.

Bob tried to control his reaction, looking to Becca then back to the man who was evidently Riley’s dad, Patrick. The man who was currently scowling between Becca and Bob, and who hadn’t even acknowledged his son. Bob figured it would’ve only been a matter of time before he met the man. Obviously he had hoped for a better planned meeting, rather than a surprise like this.

“Who’s this?” Patrick asked abruptly.

Riley took the initiative to talk. “This is Bob! He’s a soldier and a hero! And we had fun at the zoo! Are—”

“Are you a boyfriend?” Patrick asked, staring at Bob.

Bob met his stare, trying to remain calm, especially with Riley present. Patrick’s accusing tone was laughable, considering he had a pregnant woman in his presence. And if the look on Becca’s face was any indication of the situation, she had no clue whatsoever that Patrick had a woman in his life, let alone one who looked like she could deliver a baby at any moment.

Before Bob could respond, Becca spoke out. “Patrick, this isn’t the time or place. Bob’s a friend who arrived in town just yesterday. I had plans to call you tonight, when—”

“Really? And just what were you planning to tell me during this call? That you’ve got a guy—”

“That’s enough,” Bob said, not wanting to see this get any uglier in front of Riley. He lifted the boy off his shoulders and crouched down to speak to him. “Riley, how ‘bout you and your mom go get the AC going in the car while I talk to your dad? Then we’ll go get that pizza we talked about. Sound okay to you?”

“Sure! Bye, Dad,” the boy said absently without even looking at the man. He then grabbed Becca’s hand and began to try to pull her toward the parking lot. “Come on, Mom.”

“Bob, I think…”

“It’s okay, Becca, this won’t take long. You can call Patrick tonight like you planned to do.”

“Just a minute. Who do you think you are, telling—”

“I’m the man who’s going to have a civil word with you in a public place. Now, if you don’t want this to get embarrassing for you, say good-bye to your son, we’ll have a word, and then you can get on with your afternoon.”

Bob watched Patrick’s face heat before he relented, muttering a lackluster good-bye, all while the woman at his side remained silent and timid.

Ensuring that Becca and Riley had walked well enough away, he turned back to Patrick, calmly addressing him. “If seeing me with Becca and Riley was a shock, although I highly doubt it—probably more arrogant pride—imagine what Becca must think seeing the two of you? You find it unthinkable that she could’ve moved on? You obviously have. And from her look, she had no idea you were seeing someone, let alone long enough to be having a baby any day now. Assuming the baby’s yours?”

“Of course the child is mine,” Patrick said between clenched teeth. “Do you think I’d— ”

“I have no idea what to think about you, seeing as I don’t even know you. Just like you don’t know me. But you will, because I’m the man who’s going to be in Becca and Riley’s life from now on. Now, as the educated, mature man I’m guessing you are, you will receive Becca’s call tonight and you are going to listen to her explanation. And if you think for one moment that I’m going to allow you to give her any upset, you better think again. Don’t be a hypocrite, Patrick, and don’t be an asshole.” Bob watched the muscles in the man’s jaw tighten, and he tried not to smile. Instead, he carried on. “Be honest with Becca. Riley’s your son, so if you want a relationship with him, say so. I’d never challenge your position as his father, but if your sole focus is on your new family, then say that as well.

“She and I have a past, and yesterday is the first time we’ve seen each other in almost six years. But know that we won’t be separated again. And know that I will be a father figure to that little boy, not because I have to, but because I want to.”

Bob let his words sink in, looking back and forth between Patrick and the woman at his side. “Now, I’m going to go join Becca and Riley, and I’ll leave you two to enjoy your afternoon.” With that, Bob simply nodded and walked away.

When he reached the vehicle, Riley was chattering away while safely secured in his seat. Becca, however, had a worried look on her face that Bob wanted to instantly take away. So before she had a chance to say a word, Bob spoke.

“All right, who’s hungry for pizza?” He buckled in the driver’s seat and reached for Becca’s hand, giving it a light squeeze.

“Me, me, me!” Riley sang.

“Everything’ll be fine,” Bob whispered to Becca. “We’ll talk later.” Bob was glad that she didn’t protest, but simply nodded as he drove out of the parking lot.

Much later, once Riley was settled in bed and Becca had her call with Patrick, they spoke.

“I had no idea he was seeing anyone. Guess it explains his excuses and absences from our so-called family get-togethers.” Becca sat in a huff on the couch next to Bob. He gathered her close, wrapping an arm around her and kissing the top of her head. “And to think he was appalled at seeing me with someone! What a—”

“Hey, he is Riley’s dad.” Bob ran his hand through Becca’s silky strands, trying to soothe her.

“Ha! In DNA only.” Becca tipped her face up to Bob’s. “He didn’t even dance around the subject, Bob.” Her voice choked with emotion, she continued, tucking her head into his shoulder. “He truly has no interest in his son. Well, other than still providing financial support. Unless…”

“Unless, what?” When she didn’t answer, Bob lifted her face, seeing the tears gathering in her eyes. “Becca?”

“Patrick was all-too-willing to sign away parental rights, thinking you were interested in adopting him. What kind of man could so easily sign his son away?” She hid her face once again. “What does that say about me getting involved with someone like that?”

Bob shifted to frame Becca’s face, ensuring she kept her eyes on him. “Hey, I’m sure he wasn’t such an ass when you first met him, otherwise, you wouldn’t have given him the time of day. And no matter what you may think of him now, look at what he’s given you. Who he’s given you? You have a beautiful, bright, amazing son, and it’s Patrick who’ll miss out on not knowing that wonderful little guy. And now I’m the lucky one who gets to have you and him in my life.

“Becca, I love you, and I’m here to stay, and it would be my honor to call that little guy my son. That is, if he’d like me to be his father. I want to bring Mackenzie out just as soon as I can, and I want us to start on our forever. I wasted too many years, and I’ll never be able to tell you how sorry I am, but know that I’ll make up for it, for the rest of my days. And…”

“Bob,” Becca started, now mimicking his movement and framing his face. Her tears now flowed freely down her cheeks. “I love you, and you have nothing to make up for.” When Bob wanted to protest, Becca stopped him with the shake of her head. “No looking back. We only go forward from here. I’m ready for our forever, too.” She leaned forward, kissing him. “We’ll figure it all out. Together.”

“Together,” Bob echoed. He kissed her passionately, initiating a storm of desire that swept them both up. They found their release quickly before slowing it down for round two once they made it to the bedroom.

Afterward, all Bob felt was peace and content, knowing his final mission—to have Becca—was a success.

****

Two months later

“How much longer, Becca?” Mackenzie asked.

“Not too long, sweetheart. Promise.” The girl seemed satisfied with that as she joined Riley on the giant beanbag in the living room while a holiday movie played.

The two had become inseparable since Bob had returned to North Carolina and brought his daughter out to live in San Diego. Riley loved having a big sister, and Becca couldn’t have asked for a better one for him than Mackenzie. The girl was smart and outgoing, and had plenty of energy to keep up with her new little brother. Amazingly, she readily accepted Becca, knowing that Becca made her daddy happy. And after some one-on-one girl talk, Becca promised that not only would she make Bob happy, but she’d always be there for Mackenzie as well.

As Becca joined Bob on the couch, everyone waiting for the Thanksgiving turkey to finish cooking, she reflected on the fortunate turn of events in the past two months. Within weeks of Mackenzie arriving, Becca and Bob had had a small, intimate wedding ceremony, and both had been thrilled when Tessa was able to attend. Now proceedings were underway for Bob to officially adopt Riley. Riley of course had been thrilled with his newly acquired family. They had decided to stay in Becca’s house, given that it had plenty of room, and the area’s school district was excellent for the kids.

Bob’s separation from the service would be completed before Christmas, and he already had a job lined up for which he was eager to start. Becca decided since the kids were in school she’d return to work as well, securing a job at one of the financial institutions.

 She snuggled into Bob’s side, sighing contently.

“Happy?” Bob asked, kissing the top of her head.

Becca looked up at him, never tiring of the view of her amazing husband. “Beyond.” As Bob leaned down to kiss her, she lingered in its sweetness. “You’re finally mine,” she whispered when he pulled away and smiled at her.

His smile melted her heart every time, because she knew that it no longer contained sadness. His smile reflected the happiness of a man who finally found his stability. His home.

 

The End

 

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