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Three weeks later
I bit my fingernails down to the cuticle.
Again.
Here I was, on a Saturday night, biting my fingernails and eating a gallon of ice cream while I stayed glued to the news.
SEAL Team Eleven believed alive.
An eight member team of some sort is seen here leaving the Saudi Arabian embassy. None of their identities can be confirmed, but it is believed that this is the team that went missing two months ago, after a botched mission gone wrong. Nothing has been proven yet, but Fox News will visit this new development upon the hour.
Was that him?
They looked a lot smaller than what I thought Sterling should look, but if he was in hiding for nine weeks, then that only made sense.
My phone pinged at my side, and before looking at it, I scooped a humongous wedge of ice cream onto my spoon that was made for two mouths instead of one, and pulled it up to my face to read the message.
Kraken: It wasn’t all for show. Come outside.
My brows furrowed.
Kraken?
What the fuck, and who the hell was that?
I’d never programmed a ‘Kraken’ into my phone.
But, like the dumb movie heroine who always gets killed in the scary movies, I walked outside with my large spoon in my hand, still holding my ice cream.
Thinking I was being smart, I unlocked the back door and slowly slipped into the night.
It was raining.
Like it always was here.
It felt like I’d moved to Seattle with all the rain we’d been getting.
Luckily, the house was equipped with a wraparound porch, even if it did need fixing in places.
I knew how to avoid those places, though.
And apparently so did the man that snuck up behind me and pulled me into a warm, hard, extremely hard, body.
A metal clang announced the melting spoon hitting the ground.
“Trying to sneak up on me?” The man asked.
My heart was pounding, but not because I was scared. Not anymore.
Because I was over the fucking moon!
“Sterling!” I cried, wiggling in his arms until I had my arms around his neck.
He let me, of course, but I didn’t notice as I hugged him tight.
“You’re okay!” I cried.
“Mmmmhmm,” he hummed. “A-Okay.”
I leaned back until my hands were pressed on either side of his face, fingers grazing his beard that’d grown exponentially since I’d last seen him.
His hair had as well, from what I could tell by my emergency lights that’d flicked on the moment I’d passed.
I’d ask him later how he’d managed not to set them off.
“You missed our date!” Was the next thing that popped out of my mouth.
He smiled. “Yeah, I did. I’ll have to make that up to you.”
His rumbled reply was felt deep inside of me as I started to take note at how close our bodies were.
His arms circled tightly around me, holding me off the floor with hilarious ease.
One arm was under my ass, and the other was banded across my lower back.
My crotch was pressed to his hard belly, and I could feel the distinct outline of what I guessed to be his cock, or possibly a baton of some sort, which I sincerely doubted, pressing against my thighs.
And yes, I do mean thighs.
It started at the edge of one and traveled across the length of the other, making me swallow hard.
“H-how are you going to make it up to me?” I rasped, licking my lips.
He grinned, and suddenly the security light blinked out, plunging us into darkness once again.
The thunder boomed all around us as rain poured down in thick sheets, surrounding us in a world that consisted of only him and me, our breathing, and my body pressed against his.
He moved quickly, pinning me so that I had my back pressed up against the side of the house.
I gasped, instinctually opening my legs to allow him to move in between them.
He took the invitation, pressing further into me, and proving once and for all that what I’d previously called a baton was indeed a part of him.
A very hard, very warm, yummy part of him.
“What…” I licked my lips and tried again. “What are you doing?”
He pressed more weight onto me, hitching me up higher so I wasn’t against his happy place anymore. “I don’t know.”
His head fell forward until it was resting on my collarbone, and I knew then that he really didn’t know.
And he wasn’t okay.
I placed my hand on both of his shoulders, moving them up over the column of his neck until they came to a rest on his cheeks.
“Sterling?” I asked.
He tilted his head back, and the movement somehow flipped the switch for the motion detected flood light once again.
It turned on, and the light displayed actual pain on Sterling’s face.
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
“I shouldn’t be here,” he grimaced and started to let me go, but I knew if he let me go, he’d leave.
And I really didn’t want him to leave.
I was happy that he’d come.
Happy that I was one of the first places he came once he’d gotten back home.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, sank my mouth down to his, and planted a kiss on his lips.
The move made him still, and then suddenly I was being divested of my pants.
Roughly.
“Sterling,” I gasped, but I didn’t make him stop.
It wasn’t a gasp of disapproval, but a sincere gasp of surprise at the movement.
And in no way, shape, or form was it a denial of what I knew he was about to do.
And I’d never wanted anything more in my life.
His hard cock was suddenly at my entrance, and he slowly sank inside of me, one delicious inch at a time until I could barely gather breath to fill my lungs.
I couldn’t tell you whether it was due to the fact that he was big, or the fact that I was just that rusty at sex, but I felt like he was splitting me in two.
He didn’t even let me complain, only started to fuck me with hard, powerful strokes.
It started out as slightly painful, but the desperation in his thrusts, as well as the need inside me, paired with the overall excitement that he was here, alive, and in my arms made me a slow burn start to build in my core.
I knew he should be wearing a condom.
Which was okay, in a sense.
I was on the pill. We just hadn’t had the discussion about it yet.
But I knew he was healthy as I was.
I also knew that if he’d pulled out right then, that I might have become physically violent.
Lucky for him he didn’t stop, only revved up even more when he felt my pussy start to pulse around him, signaling my impending release.
“Sterling,” I moaned loudly. “Oh, my…fuck…oh, God!”
His mouth went to the exposed column of my throat, and he sucked.
Hard.
I hadn’t ever had a hickey before, but I knew I would this time.
And I didn’t care.
At all.
Sterling shifted his hips, and reached down until both of his arms were holding my legs up.
His hands planted onto the wall behind me, and suddenly the only thing touching me was his hard arms behind my knees, and his cock splitting me.
And as I looked down, the security light only highlighting bits and pieces of our bodies as they moved as one, I came.
My world shattered with a loud boom that had the very air around us shaking,
Logically I knew it was thunder, but at that moment in time, I couldn’t give less of a fuck.
My mind was so focused on this…on him…that I couldn’t separate the two things.
He watched me come, and my eyes stayed ensnared by his.
“Sterling,” I gasped his name, and he finally let go.
He came hard inside my tightened pussy, shooting himself down so deep inside me that I knew I’d be feeling him there for days.
Both of us panted in the revamped storm, cold rain pounded my bare legs where Sterling held them in place, which meant his ass was surely getting wet since I could now see that his pants were down around his ankles.
A flash of lightening had the world lighting up around us, and I saw the need, as well as the pain, still deep in his eyes.
“You wanna come inside?” I asked him softly.
He nodded, but didn’t say anything, only dropping my knees one by one until I rested on tippy toes.
His cock was still buried deep inside of me, and hadn’t gone down one single bit since he’d come.
In fact, he was still pulsing hard inside of me with the beat of his heart.
The new position, with my legs down, let his hard cock rest deliciously against my clit, and each beat of his heart, pulse of his dick, had me nearly clenching in anticipation.
“I need you again,” he whispered roughly.
I nodded. “Okay.”
This time was slower.
Much slower.
He pulled out and bent me forward on my porch railing.
I had an irrational thought of being excited that we were doing it in such a public place.
But, realistically, I knew that no one could see us.
Not with the way the rain was pouring down.
The wind blew, spraying me with a light mist across my face just as Sterling sank back inside of me.
I moaned and threw my head back, eyes closing again as he started to slowly push into me, before starting the long pull back out.
I clutched onto the wooden railing with tight fists, holding on for dear life as he gave me all he had to give.
I don’t know how long that went on.
Minutes. Hours. Hell, I didn’t know and I didn’t really care.
All I knew right then was that he was with me, and I was with him.
And when I came long minutes later, pulling him with me along the way, I had never felt anything so right.