CHAPTER 19: Danielle

Davy slid off the stool and came around the bar without saying another word. I leaned back against the sink and waited for him to come. He put his hands on my hips and moved in close. He pressed his forehead to mine and stared into my eyes.

“I’ve never stopped loving you, Danny,” he said quietly. “And I’m sorry. I fucked up. I just didn’t want you waiting for me in case something happened.”

“And yet I did wait,” I said, my voice a whisper. “I’ve never stopped waiting.”

I blinked away the tears that were clinging to my eyelashes. They fell onto his bare chest and trailed down the cleft of his chiseled stomach.

“Can you forgive me?” he asked. Our noses touched. I could feel his warm breath on my lips. He pulled me into him. He was hard against my leg.

“I forgive you,” I sighed into his mouth. He pressed his lips softly to mine. His tongue swirled around mine as the old spark ignited, sending a wave of white-hot heat through my body.

“I want you,” he said, his lips following the curve of my jaw to my ear. He sucked on my earlobe as his hands found their way under my shirt. He massaged my tits. My nipples pressed against the sheer fabric of my bra, desperate for his touch.

My hands went around his waist. I clutched his ass and ground my cunt into him. “The bedroom,” I sighed. “Let’s go.”

He took my hand to lead the way down the hall. The bedroom was tiny, with just enough room for the double bed and a nightstand to one side.

We stood at the foot of the bed, kissing. Davy tugged my T-shirt over my head and made short work of the snap and zipper on my jeans. I unhooked my bra and let my tits fall free.

Davy moaned when he saw the size of my tits and nipples. The last time he’d seen them I was eighteen years old and they weren’t as full as they were now. He mashed his palms to the underside of my globes and rolled my nipples between his fingers.

He knelt in front of me and peeled my jeans and underwear down my legs. He put his hands on my hips and pressed his lips to my belly button. Then let his tongue trail downward. He nipped at my red curls and then rolled his tongue over my clit. Fire shot through my body. I had to put my hands on his shoulders to keep from falling over.

His hands slid from my tits to my ass cheeks. He cupped my ass as I spread my thighs to give his mouth access to my cunt. He held me steady with his strong hands and slathered my pussy with kisses. His tongue was long and thick. He rolled it over my clit again, making me moan, and then slowly trailed his tongue from my opening to my asshole and back again.

I lulled my head back and moaned. When he slid his tongue inside me, my body shuddered and my hot juices washed over his lips and tongue like a hot shower.

“God...I’m so glad you’re home…” I moaned, my fingers twisting through his short hair. “My turn.”

Davy got to his feet and pushed his jeans and underwear down his muscled legs. I dropped to my knees and smiled. His cock loomed thick and hard before my eyes, even bigger than I remembered.

I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and slowly closed my lips around the head. It was like greeting an old friend.

Davy braced his hands on the wall and moaned.

As I took his cock fully into my mouth, I glanced up at him. His eyes were closed. His mouth hung open. I couldn’t help but wonder how many women he had been with since he’d been gone. It was a silly thought, I knew. I wasn’t jealous. I just wondered if he had experienced everything I had, if he had done the things to other women that the Wolf brothers had done to me.

I cupped his balls with my left hand and slowly pumped his shaft with my right as I flicked my tongue along the underside of the head.

I felt moisture pooling between my legs as I glanced up at him again. His muscles were flexing. I knew he was getting close to an orgasm. I wanted him to come inside me. I had waited six long years for this. I was not going to waste an ounce of his sweet seed.

“I want you inside me, Davy,” I said, looking up at him. “I’ve waited so long to have you inside me.”

He easily lifted me up and pushed me back onto the bed. I spread my legs wide and held out my arms.

He braced his palms on the bed beside me and lowered his cock to my hole.

I held on to it, guiding the head toward my opening.

It felt so amazing the second his head slid inside me.

I put my hands on his arms and wrapped my legs around him.

I crossed my ankles behind his back and prodded him with my heels to proceed.

“God, you’re so tight,” he moaned as his cock pressed into me. I could feel my pussy stretching and then closing around him. He pushed in as far as he could go, and then he began moving his hips back and forth.

“Oh, god…I’ve missed you…” I said, closing my eyes. I put my hands on my tits and squeezed them in rhythm to his thrusts. I tweaked my nipples between my fingers. The fire deep inside me was raging, nearing the climax I had waited on for so long.

He moaned. “Danny…I’m…coming…”

I dug my heels into his ass to pull him deeper inside me. I opened my eyes to watch him explode. I put my hands on his chest and tweaked his nipples.

“Come, my darling… Cum…”

The words left my lips just as he thrust fully into me, filling me with a hot warmth that brought on my own orgasm. I washed over him like the waters of a lake coming to meet the shore.

We came together, and after a moment he lowered himself onto me. I could feel his cock slipping out of me. Slipping out, but not slipping away.

“That was…amazing,” he said, pushing himself up on his arms. He gazed down at me and smiled. “Just like the old days, huh?”

“Better than the old days,” I said with a dreamy smile. I noticed him looking at me with an odd expression. “What is it?”

“Have you been with other men while I was gone?”

I frowned at him. “Why are you asking me that now?”

He shrugged with his eyebrows and forced a smile. “I don’t know. I mean, I didn’t expect you not to have sex. I just mean…well...you seem really good at it.”

That made me laugh. “Would you rather I not be?”

“Oh no. I wouldn’t change a thing,” he said with a grin. “It was a stupid question. Forget it.”

“There was somebody,” I said quietly, putting my hands on his cheeks. “Trust me, the only thing they taught me about sex was how to avoid having it.” I took a deep breath. “You’ll find out sooner or later, so I might as well tell you now.”

“Okay?”

“I waited for you for a year after your letter came,” I said. “Then, well, I guess I just got lonely. I got married. It didn’t last long and I regretted every minute of it. If I had it to do again—”

“Hey, stop,” he said, leaning down to kiss me. “I understand. Who did you marry?”

I pushed my tongue into my cheek and made a goofy face.

I said, “Randy Savoie.”

He scrunched up his nose as if something horrible had assaulted his nostrils. “Oh shit, Randy fucking Savoie? Seriously? Jesus, Danny, what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that I could marry Randy Savoie or old man Tanner who runs the feed store, because they were the only unmarried men in Bellegrade at the time.”

“Mr. Tanner wouldn’t have been so bad,” he said with a grin. “But Randy Savoie. That’s just gross.”

“You have no idea,” I said, reaching up to lace my fingers behind his neck. I pulled him down to kiss me. “That’s why you can never leave me again. Desperate women do desperate things. I had to be desperate to marry Randy.”

He rubbed his nose against mine and smiled.

“Don’t worry. I’ll never leave you again.”

I gazed into his eyes. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

EPILOGUE: Danielle

I was standing behind the counter filling the sugar containers when the mailman popped his head in the door and set the stack of mail on the counter.

“Afternoon, Danny,” he said. “Here’s your mail.”

“Thanks, Ed,” I said. “Can I get you anything to go?”

He put a hand to his stomach and shook his head. “No, thanks. Your daddy’s food tears me up. I’d be looking for a shitter before I got to the end of the block.”

“It tears a lot of people up,” I said with a smile. “Hot going down and coming out. That’s our motto.”

I dusted the sugar off my hands and reached for the mail. It was the usual assortment of advertisements and bills. One thing caught my eye. It was a postcard, addressed to Occupant.

On the front was a picture of the Bourbon Orleans Hotel.

On the back, someone had drawn a heart with three letters inside it: TWB.

The Wolf brothers.

It had been nearly a year since I’d seen Terry and Tony. The Bears were playing the Saints this weekend in New Orleans. It was their way of letting me know they were still thinking of me, as I often thought of them.

My night with Terry and Tony was completely out of character for me, but it changed my life.

They broke me from the hard shell I’d cocooned myself in and showed me that there was more to life than standing behind a diner counter and serving gumbo to rednecks and assholes.

But in the end, they helped me understand that this was exactly where I wanted to be, especially now that Davy was back by my side.

Davy and I had picked up right where we’d left off, only as horny grownups and not horny teenagers.

We explored each other’s bodies as if we were making love for the first time.

We learned how to please one another all over again.

We made each other feel incredible and didn’t stop until we were both satisfied.

Our lovemaking was always passionate and unselfish.

We cared more about pleasing each other than pleasing ourselves.

It was wonderful.

Davy moved in immediately and got a job working with Wolf Energy out of Houston as a rig inspector in the Gulf. I asked him if Wolf Energy was owned by the same guys who gave Bob a million dollars for his invention, but he didn’t know. I was pretty sure the job was Terry and Tony’s wedding gift to Davy and me, but I would never say a word. Davy would never know about my night with the Wolf brothers. It would always be my secret.

Speaking of weddings, Davy and I were married a month after he got home. We kept it simple, just us and my dad at the courthouse in New Orleans. My shithead brothers were working, thank God, so there were no silly distractions.

We got married quickly because Davy said the one thing that kept him going when he was a SEAL was the thought of coming home and marrying me. How freakin’ sweet was that?

After we got married, Davy and I moved out of the trailer because it was just too cramped for two people. We moved into his mother’s old house in the country. It had been empty since his mom died, and he was steadily fixing it up.

He felt terrible that he missed her funeral, but he had been embedded somewhere in Afghanistan and hadn’t even known she had died until weeks later.

He didn’t like to talk about it, so I never brought it up.

I smiled and slipped the postcard into the pocket of my apron just as Davy came through the front door.

“Hello, Mrs. Boone,” he said as he leaned over the counter to kiss my lips. He lingered there for a moment, then rubbed his nose against mine and sat on a stool. “How’s my lovely bride?”

“Well, that depends on how many fish her lovely husband caught for the fish fry tonight,” I said. I looked around and held out my hands. “I’m not seeing any fish. Although you do stink like one.”

“There is a cooler in the back of my truck full of bass and bream,” he said with a proud smile. “I’ll have them cleaned and ready before you get home. Tell me again who’s coming?”

I counted off names on my fingers. “You, me, Daddy, and the three stooges and their girlfriends.”

“What about me?”

We both looked at Randy, who was sitting at the end of the counter nursing a cup of free coffee.

I glanced at Davy, and he let his round shoulders go up and down.

“Randy, you are like a wart that refuses to go away,” I said with a sigh.

“Warts gotta eat, too,” he said with a smile.

“Fine. Be there at seven,” I said, wagging my finger at him. “But bring enough beer for everybody as the price of admission.”

“I can do that,” he said with a grin. He hopped off the stool and went out the front door humming, as if we’d just made his day.

“You’re such a sweet person,” Davy said, leaning over to kiss me again. “I’m gonna go clean those fish. See you tonight.”

“Love you,” I said, sighing as I watched him go.

I slipped my hand into the apron pocket and rested my fingers on the postcard from Terry and Tony.

They were right.

There was no place I’d rather be.

END OF FIRST STORY