Chapter Twenty

Calla

It had to be after midnight. I should be exhausted. I was exhausted, but not because it was late. It was the sex. The demanding job of reaching one orgasm after another had left me drained. I didn’t know if it was possible, but I felt as if I would die of extreme pleasure. I had orgasmed so many times I had lost count. All the man had to do was stick his dick inside me. My pussy clenched just thinking of it. Never had I ever known that was possible.

I should move, I thought. I was still naked and sitting at the kitchen table like a lump of flesh. I looked down at the discarded clothing and figured it was time to get dressed. It was a bit chilly in the room and it wasn’t like either one of us could possibly want or need sex so soon after what we had just done. As much as I enjoyed the sex, I didn’t think my body could take any more. I was must be sorely dehydrated after the amount of liquid that had poured out of me.

Shuddering, I thought about how my body had responded to the man. I had felt completely out of control. While I didn’t believe in soul mates, his body felt as if it had been built for my pleasure alone.

Carefully I got dressed, not wanting to make any sudden movements. My pussy was still tingling and ultra-sensitive. I was actually afraid I would have another orgasm if I moved wrong. While that would be absolutely delicious, I was spent. My muscles were as weak as limp noodles. Another orgasm could render me unable to move.

I slowly walked to the couch, not wanting to jar anything and drop to a heaping, cumming mess on the floor. Flopping down on the couch, I blew out the candle on the coffee table and reached for the blanket. I should be a little offended he had just walked away and went to bed, but I couldn’t muster the energy. I didn’t care enough to chase him down.

I closed my eyes and prepared to succumb to the exhaustion.

“Nope,” I heard him say, seconds before he was scooping me up in his arms.

“What are you doing?” I shrieked, as he carried me out of the room.

He kicked open his bedroom door and walked to the massive bed before carefully laying me down. The blankets had already been pulled back. The cool sheets sent a cold shiver over my body as I laid down. I was very excited to be in his bed, and I could already feel my body revving up for another round, but I wasn’t sure I physically could, though I was certainly willing to try.

I glanced around the room, curious to see what it looked like, but the dim light made that impossible. There was single candle burning on the nightstand that cast very little light. I slid up the bed, rolled to my side and watched as he stripped down. My earlier doubt about not being able to fuck again was quickly erased. Looking at his huge body in the soft light changed all that. I could definitely take that dick inside me again.

Closing my eyes, I remembered the feel of his beard rubbing between my legs and over the sensitive skin on my chest. His wide chest and muscular arms and legs were a testament to the excellent shape he was in. My earlier observation was confirmed—he was a fucking God in every way. No human man should wield that kind of power over a woman’s body.

He crawled over the top of me, I rolled to my back and opened my legs, ready to have him over and in me. Instead of stopping on top of me, putting his naked chest against me, he kept going and laid on the other side. I smiled and turned to face him, ready for a little gentle foreplay. Anything this man wanted to do, I was game. I completely trusted him to bring me the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced.

“Goodnight,” he said, giving me a quick kiss on the nose before he pulled the blanket over our bodies.

I laid there waiting for more, blinking in astonishment. That was it? I heard his breathing slow and knew he was drifting off to sleep. I wasn’t going to get another lovely orgasm. I was only a little disappointed.

“Goodnight,” I whispered, releasing a long sigh and figuring it was probably for the best. He rolled to his back and began to snore softly. I cuddled against him, appreciating the warmth of his body. I trailed a finger over his chest, brushing the chest hair with the movement.

The slow rubbing over his chest was soothing and helped relax my body. It wasn’t long before my own spent body fell victim to the lull of sleep.

“Oh,” I groaned when his body jerked against mine, snapping me out of the comfortable sleep I had been in. “What’s wrong?” I mumbled, trying to clear my head.

His arm flailed across his chest as if he was pushing something off him.

“Jake?”

I scooted away a few inches, giving him some room. I wasn’t sure what was going on. The room was too dark to see much of anything. I waved my own hand in the air, wondering if there was something there. Nothing. I scooted over a few more inches and barely missed getting slammed in the face by his elbow when his arm jerked up.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, pushing further away until I was on the edge of the bed.

My heart was pounding. I felt fear, but I didn’t know what I was afraid of.

“Jake,” I whispered, not wanting to scare him. I dared not touch him for fear he would think I was the unseen enemy he was fighting in his sleep and hit me.

“Get off!” he shouted.

I knew he was caught in a nightmare, but had no idea how to bring him out of it. I remembered other Vets talking about how real the nightmares could be and the hurt they had accidentally caused their loved ones.

I quietly slid out from under the covers and got out of bed. It was safer for me if I slept on the couch. Plus, I didn’t want him to feel guilty if he hurt me.

“Hey, buddy,” I greeted the dog who lifted his head off the arm of the couch when I came in. “You’ll have to share the couch with me after all.”

The dog didn’t look impressed. I added another log to the fire before curling up on the couch. The dog wasn’t going to move, which meant I had about half the couch to sleep on. I pulled the blanket over me and closed my eyes. I missed the warmth of Jake’s body, but it was better if I didn’t end up with a black eye.

When I woke up next, it was to find the sunlight streaming through the window and Jake staring at me.

“Hi,” I said, my voice a little raspy.

I rubbed my eyes, blinked and tried to focus on the man backlit by the sun. When I was finally able to focus, I could see the scowl on his face. He was not in a good mood. I should have woken him up with sex.

“Why are you out here?”

I sat up and rubbed a hand over my face. I had a feeling my hair was probably sticking up and out in a million different directions and tried to smooth it down.

He walked to the kitchen and came back with a cup of coffee.

“Thank you,” I said taking it, swallowing down the hot liquid, hoping the caffeine would remove the cobwebs that seemed to be clinging to my brain.

“Why’d you sleep out here?” he asked again.

I shrugged a shoulder, “I didn’t want a black eye.”

“What?” he asked, his face growing pale.

“You were having a bad dream. There were hands and elbows flying. I didn’t want to get hit,” I explained, hoping to keep it light.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked.

“I tried. You were really out, and I didn’t want to wake you up mid-swing. I knew how exhausted you had to be after the day you had and felt it was better if I slept out here. I didn’t mind,” I added, hoping to make him feel better.

He rubbed his beard, looking lost in thought before he walked back to the window and stared out. I stayed put, drinking my coffee. The caffeine spread through my body, waking up the little nerves that had been in a deep sleep. Gradually, I felt a bit more alive and ready for a new day.

“I’m sorry,” he said, turning to look at me again.

“It’s okay, really. I wasn’t afraid or anything like that.”

He nodded but didn’t look convinced.

“It’s not okay. I’m really sorry.”

He put the coffee cup on the counter and disappeared down the hall again. I noticed he was already dressed for the day.

“How long have you been up?” I asked. “And what time is it?”

“It’s after eight. I get up at five most of the time,” he said, not meeting my eyes.

“Wow. So, the sun’s out, does that mean the storm is over?”

“I haven’t checked the weather station. Gabe had told me we were supposed to get hit with another storm. Just because it looks bright and clear out that window doesn’t mean there aren’t some nasty storm clouds coming in from the east.”

“The weather station?” I asked.

He nodded. “On the radio. I usually leave it on to get updates. I’ll turn it on now.”

I waited, expecting to hear something. “Is it broke?”

He scoffed. “It’s not a radio, radio. They’ll transmit once an hour usually, unless there are more updates.”

“Oh, got it. Can I make you breakfast?” I asked.

I was starving. I knew we’d had a big meal last night, but that was more than twelve hours ago and there had been a lot of activity between then and now.

“I’m not hungry. You can make oatmeal if you want.”

Standing, I stretched out all the muscles that had been given a very thorough workout last night. I could see him watching me out of the corner of my eye.

I sauntered towards him, a sexy smile on my face and my best come hither look. “I could make breakfast, or we could do something else,” I said, reaching out a hand to rub his broad chest.

He stared down at me as if I had completely lost my mind. I dropped my hand. Soldier Jake was back. The hot lover from a few hours ago was gone. I guess I would have to be satisfied with what I’d gotten, even though I was already craving more. I looked down at his crotch, looking for signs of an erection. Nothing. I looked back at him. He raised an eyebrow, challenging me.

“Okay, oatmeal it is,” I turned, and walked into the kitchen.

I wasn’t going to beg. Yet. When he wanted me, he knew right where I was.