“Here. Take this.”
Danni cracks open the door. Her fingers slip out, they snatch my offering, and disappear. A few seconds later she walks out with her clothes bunched in front of her chest. Frowning, she stares at the bed. Apparently, she hadn’t heard the full conversation downstairs.
She throws a pillow to the blue carpet next to the window and opens drawers, the closet. Not finding a spare blanket, she grabs my coat, curls up in a ball on the floor, and closes her eyes.
No way is she sleeping there.I lift her to the bed, slide with her under the covers and cuff her to me so she stays put.
“I am not sleeping with you.” She stuffs a pillow between us and I can’t help but laugh.
“We already did. What’s the big deal?”
“That was different and you know it.” Her huff is so cute, I consider removing her manacles but a sharp ache in my side reminds me of her sabotaged car.
I need shuteye and to get some, I need to be certain she’s safe. If I don’t restrain her, the minute my eyes close, she’ll end up on the floor. Worse, she could attempt the drive home.
With my left hand cuffed to her right, she turns to her side and I spoon behind her. Scooting forward, she adjusts the pillow so my lower half has no contact with her butt cheeks.
“Jeesh, Dan. What do you take me for? I’m not going have sex with you if you don’t want to.”
Her sobs make me feel like a real heel so I tug her closer and kiss the back of her head. We almost died. A soldier, I’ve dealt with close calls many times but I’m guessing this was her first.
The three words she shared, thinking they were her last, haunt me.She loves me?My cock throbs behind the downy cushion, making it damned hard to be noble. If I move my hand a little to the left, I can cup her luscious breast.
What the hell is wrong with us?We should be celebrating life.The grim reaper breathed down our necks and we survived.
After an hour of her tossing and turning, I grab her arms, wrap mine around her, and put my lips to her ear. “Dan. It will all work out. Trust me.”
Eventually, her body relaxes, we fall asleep, and I relive the night before I left for boot camp. She’s shy, her hair long, and these big blue eyes regard me from across the room. Her smile is the one women use when sex is on their mind.
My decision was made with too much alcohol but even sober, it was a no brainer. I strut across the room and give her my sexiest grin. “Yeah?”
“Want to get out of here?” She grabs my hand and at first, I’m quite certain I misheard.
A fish on a hook, I follow her out the door into the hot August night. Cicadas and crickets serenade us as we make our way to her car. I kiss her, not caring why this is happening. We’ve sparked off each other since puberty and in truth, it’s weird we never hooked up. I suppose, now high school is over and cliques no longer matter, we’re free to do what we want.
Tomorrow, we’ll both be gone. Our lives are headed in opposite directions. As I recall, I didn’t have any of those thoughts back then. I had but one goal in mind.
Where is the fastest, most private, place to fuck?
More memories unfold as mature me observes the eighteen-year-old. He kisses her and my already rock-hard cock swells. We kiss as if there’s no tomorrow. Her nails dig into the back of my neck, her lower half crams into my fly, and we rub against each other. This soft porn plays out on the side street where anyone could drive by.
When we pause and take a breath, she opens her car door, and motions me to join her. Making a mad dash for the passenger side, I jump in and she burns rubber. She doesn’t stop until we reach her final destination, a dirt road by an old barn.
The tractor and bailer sit idle, the sleeping farmer, clueless. She grabs an old quilt and spreads it on top of a few inches of hay inside the building.
“You plan all this?” I pull off her shirt and as she tugs mine, she hesitates. “Are you having second thoughts?”
“No. You?”
She responds by tugging me down to the blanket.
“How much you had to drink?” While I’m willing to fool around, no way am I having sex with an inebriated woman.
“Two. And you’re not seducing me, it’s the other way around.” Her laugh catches me off guard because I’ve never heard the charming glissando before.
“Huh. I’m pretty sure I’m the one who started this.” I jerk her closer until we’re skin to skin from the waist up.
I haven’t even touched her breasts, and yet hard nipples rub against me, sending more blood south. Turned on more than I can ever recall, I slip a hand between us and palm the sweet flesh.
