GodOfWar05152014aLLROMANCE (3 page)

“What is his name?” he whispered, lowering my zipper.

“Parker,” I said as his hands pushed my jeans and panties
down my thighs in one movement.  He reached over to the bedside table with
his right hand and pulled open a drawer.  He lifted out a small gold
square and held it between us, “Do you want to make another one?”

I gasped.  No one had ever asked me if I
wanted
to make a baby before, and I found it to be one of the sexiest things I’d ever
heard.  Everything between us was wrapped into that one little sentence
and I melted as my eyes met his, “Sure.”

He tossed the gold foil in the direction of the bedside
table and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me on top of him as he lay back
on the bed.  His hardness bounced against my behind and tickled me with
its knocking; it was heavy and burning with demand.  My cheeks clinched
and my pelvis pressed against him, my own need amplified by his honest romance.
 The banging in my chest caused my breasts to jiggle slightly and they
drew his attention.  He slid my naked body up his chest with his hands
firmly on each cheek.

I loved the feel of his mouth on my nipples.  Each tug
sends an entirely new wave of tingles through my veins.  My skin blushed
and became tender quickly against the slight five o’clock shadow around his
mouth.  Before his face had been smooth and tender, now it had a dangerous
quality that sent my mind reeling.  And since he’d given me the advantage
of being on top, I decided to use it.  I slid downward, running my tongue
around his dark nipples and his hands slid to my hips.  His groans became
louder as I moved even further down, teasing him by sliding my soaking opening
over his hardness several times.  When I felt like I was too near
implosion I pulled myself from the slick rod and moved to a comfortable
position between his hairy thighs.

I took him in my hand, but quickly realized I would need
both hands as well as my mouth for this chore.  The odd appearance of his
dark skin against my pale fingers sent me over the edge, and I opened my mouth
as wide as I could and shoved him inside me.  When I felt like I would
choke, I looked down and was disappointed to find that only the head was
actually inside my mouth.

With both hands working near my mouth, I tugged and pulled
on him, tightening my grip until I saw his head bend backwards into the comforter. 
Establishing his need I held tight and moved my hands up and down his shaft,
wetting it and tenderly licking the head with my tongue.  Tiny prickles
appeared on his thighs and up his stomach, his nipples tightened, and the heavy
sack beneath my chin shriveled in preparation.  I didn’t slow my pace,
instead I hurried it.  I wanted to watch him come.  I wanted to see
him pleasured and know each detail of his face and body when he did.  A
jolt was issued, followed by a loud orgasmic growl and the heat poured from him
and down my throat.  I swallowed deeply and made the gasp of a runner
taking a long gulp of water.

Jeff lay still for a moment then began the slow, deep roll
of his laugh, “There were a lot of pretty babies in that bunch!”

Slithering up beside him I licked his side before snuggling
in the crook of his arm.  “I reached my finger up to the corner of my
mouth and wiped a smidge of saltiness, “No those were all quadruplets and
triplets.  I can’t handle that.”

He looked down at me with humor, “I love you, Morgan.”

“I love you, Jeff,” I replied as he flipped me onto my back
and rose menacingly on top of me.

“We’re kind of an odd couple, ya know?” he said smiling down
at me with a huge grin.

“Ya think?” I laughed.

“You’re so damn tiny,” he said and lifted an eyebrow. 
“Wonder what kinds of positions we can get in?”

Again I laughed.  He was so serious and massive looming
over me like a death eater.  “I’m not sure, but we can try until we pick
some favorites!”

“Yeah… yeah that’s what we’ll do!”  His hand went to
his rod between us and maneuvered it to my opening, slicking it up and down
until it was again stiff and wet.  Gradually he pierced inside me, this
time moving on a straightforward path and never retreating.  My muscles
adjusted to his slow pace and throbbed around him.  He moaned and bit his
lower lip.  He was intent on pleasuring me, and the rawness of his emotion
swarmed around me encasing me and lighting me from within.

No longer could I stand his heady slowness and I thrust the
final depth and took him so tightly that our pelvic bones crushed
together.  For such a giant of a man his hips were relatively thin. 
My legs swung over them and I planted my heels firmly in his behind.  I
moaned as the sensitive bud smashed against the hardness of bone and he
responded by thrusting against my inner wall.  But that wasn’t
enough.  “Harder!” I screamed, my own voice unrecognizable.

He began pounding into me.  The sounds of wetness
engulfed us as he moved powerfully against my hips.  Leaning up onto my
elbows I looked down towards our intersection.  He looked so huge against
my small frame, and any other woman would run and hide from his girth. 
The sight of us only heightened my ache for release and my heels dug deeper
into his ass.  He was sweating now, his chocolate skin rippling with the
workout of pounding into me.  Not once did he slow, his thrusts came
harder and deeper as his end neared.  I held on, fighting to merge our
bodies together into one skin until I could no longer keep myself from the
pleasure.  The rogue wave carried me off as his hot seed surrounded us
with warmth.

Gasping for air he rolled to my side, taking my hand in his,
“I think those were all singles, but a set of twins could’ve sneaked in.”

I laughed but now temporarily satiated the idea of more
children with a man I barely knew didn’t seem wise.  For the life of me I
couldn’t figure out why things always moved so fast with him.  One minute
I’m standing in the airport looking at the map so I can find my luggage, the
next I’m naked in his bed.  And this isn’t the first time it’s
happened. 
Slow down Morgan
, I told myself,
just slow down
.

A phone buzzed and we looked at each other startled from our
cozy world.  He leapt up and pulled his phone from the pocket of his coat,
“Carson’s in labor.”  My phone was still buzzing on the floor.

*-*-*-*-*

After suiting up I rushed into the delivery suite to find a
very welcoming Steve.  “Why don’t you let me stay with her for a while,
you go get a cup of coffee.”

“Jeff out there?” my brother in law breathed like he was
running a marathon.

“Yes,” and he kissed Carson tenderly on the forehead and
padded out of the room.

Between contractions my sister motioned for a cup of ice on
the table and I handed it to her, “Jeff?”

I nodded feeling a little shy about announcing it out loud.

“Good, we’ve been trying to get you two… oh hell.”

An hour later we welcomed my eleven pound niece into the
world.  Jeff stood over the basinet and pondered, “That’s one big girl.”

I smiled, “That she is.  Parker weighed ten pounds, and
I was having nothing to do with delivering him.  I went in for my
appointment and came out two days later with him, easy as that.”

He leaned down and whispered into my ear, his breath sending
shivers down my spine, “That’s why you’re still so fucking tight.”

I cringed against him and then looked up and smiled at my
sister.  “Okay, well I think we’ll leave you all to it now.  I need a
shower and some sleep.”

Steve pounded Jeff on the back, “You won’t get any sleep
with this maniac.”

I flashed my teeth at my brother in law giving him the
impression that I was a wild tigress and he pretended to be shocked.  Jeff
just chuckled and gathered me against him, “Don’t listen to him.  He’s
just jealous because it took him five years to get Carson pregnant, and it took
me only one try.”

I was beginning to feel a trifle like I’d been conspired
against.  Still, I made my exit kissing my chunky niece on the forehead
and giving Carson one last congratulatory hug.

In the car I leaned my heat against the soft leather seat
and considered.  I’d shown up to be with my sister and he’d been waiting
at the airport.  His home was gorgeous and so was he everything seemed a
bit contrived.

“Jeff?”

“Hmm?” His eyes were bloodshot and sagging.

“Exactly how long have you been back?” I asked.

He cleared his throat, “About seven months.”

“Why didn’t you reach out to me as soon as you got back?” I
asked, but I’d been part of our dwindling past too.

“Alright listen, because I’m too damned tired to sugar coat
this.  The only thing I’ve thought of the past five years was you. 
In the field, at the hospital in Germany, anywhere and everywhere I was you
were on my mind.  Laying on your ass in the hospital for that long gives
you time to plan things out so the minute my feet hit solid ground I went to
work.”

“Doing what?”

“I went to work, preparing my life for you.”  My skin
heated with his musky voice as though being so tender was so abnormal for him
that he was choking on the words.

For the second time in my life I knew I was a goner. 
“But you didn’t know about Parker?” I asked in more of a whisper.

He shook his head, “No, and I had your skunk of a brother in
law against the hospital wall about it.  He said you made them promise not
to tell me about Parker, but you didn’t make them promise not to tell me about
you.  So they told me everything about you other than the fact that we had
a son together.  Steve told me tonight that they agreed that if I was
going to show up and surprise you, it was only fair that you had a surprise for
me as well.”

I had to chuckle.  This was
so
like my
sister.  Everything with her has to be fair.  She’s been like that
since we were infants; if we had two different toys, then we either had to
share them freely or throw them out.  It would seem that her meddling was
an attempt to make sure we had similar toys.  She married a Marine, so it
was only fair that she match me up with one.  I shook my head at the
ridiculousness of her thought process but the truth of the matter was that my
love for Jeff had never really faded.  I’d just let it slide into the
background until our vast differences dissolved.  Now we seemed more alike
than different.

A thought popped into my head, “Do you have Bluetooth in
this car?”

“Of course I do, here you want to make a call?” He pulled
his phone from his shirt pocket and handed it to me.

I dialed the number and waited, “Dr. Steven’s Residence,”
Mrs. Mulaney’s voice sounded through the car speakers and Jeff shot me a look
of sheer terror.

“Mrs. Mulaney, this is Morgan.  By chance is Parker up
and moving already?”

Jeff clutched his chest as the small voice rang through the
speakers, “Hey Mommy!”

“Hey sweetheart!  Tell me what you’ve been doing.”

The next ten minutes were spent explaining in glorious
detail how his pre-school teacher had accidentally let the hamster out of its
cage and they’d searched for him all day until the lady from the cafeteria saw
it and screamed.  He finished with, “Boy Mommy, ladies sure do lose their
heads don’t they?”

I laughed and fully agreed, “They sure do.  But listen
remember how I told you that your Daddy was at war?”

“Yeah, and I like to play war too,” he said cheerfully.

“I know.  Well I found out that your Daddy is back from
war now.”

“Oh good,” his little voice peeped.  “When is he coming
home?” he said excitedly, and I could picture him slipping around the floor in
his socks with his hair standing straight up after a long nights sleep.

“I’m thinking about pointing the car in that direction right
now,” Jeff blurted.

The phone was silent for a moment, “Daddy?”

“Yes Parker, it’s me.”

“The kids at school have been asking where you were,” my son
said plainly.

I interrupted their chat; this was no time to explain to a
four year old the complications of relationships, not that I even remotely
understood them myself.  “No, no, no Parker, Daddy and I need to sleep
today.  We were up all night long with Aunt Carson having her baby and
we’re tired now.”

“Okay.  Come home tomorrow then?” he said, plainly
disappointed but most likely considering that our delay will give him time to
tell every child in the preschool that his daddy was home from war now.

“We’ll talk about it.  Tell Mrs. Mulaney that I’ll call
her later.  Alright baby?”

The phone was silent and it took me a minute to realize what
was happening, “Oops, sorry about that.  I know you don’t like to be
called baby, and I apologize.”

“Okay.  Well bye Mommy.  And Daddy, I’m glad
you’re home.”

“Me too,” Jeff said and I wasn’t totally shocked to see a
tear roll down his cheek.

The phone disconnected and we sat quietly before Jeff spoke,
“He’s brilliant isn’t he?  I mean is he one of those savants or
something?”

I laughed, “Nope just a normal kid.  He looks like you
but he gets his brains from me.”  I teased proudly.

“Oh really?”

“It’s only when I’m with you that I turn to brainless
mush.  Most of the time I’m a respected scientist,” and I reached over and
patted his thigh.  “Don’t get me wrong, mush is good.  Really, really
good.”

He eyed me carefully as he pulled into the driveway. 
“One can’t survive on mush alone, Morgan.  I’ll fix some sandwiches and
dig out a bottle of wine.  Then we need to sleep.”

In a glance I realized he was right, we needed
refreshment.  His eyes were bloodshot and tired, and I wondered if he’d
looked this exhausted defending our country.  I followed him into the
house like a tiny puppy panting in his shadow.

*-*-*-*-*

I woke long after dark that evening, suddenly startled with a
lack of direction and then I felt his body, warm and relaxed against
mine.  No matter how much I thought this relationship needed slowing down,
feeling him beside me rendered me helpless.  My fingers trailed a path up
the sides of his back and waist, bringing him slowly to awareness beneath my
touch.  His body was even more perfect in the waking hour as he rolled
over and pulled me close to him.  “Do you realize this is the first time
we’ve woken up together?” he murmured, snuggling tight against me.