She watched him struggle with his emotions and then finally lay his head back on the sofa to stare at the ceiling. Looking away, she allowed her eyes to move about the room. The table still loaded with the boxes of Chinese food that he so thoughtfully brought home. The shelf over the flat screen TV that now held silver picture frames of them—some recent and a few from their lives years before. She glanced at the coat rack that stood by the front door holding his leather jacket snuggled next to her woolen coat. This place represented both of them. What they have as a couple. Who they are together.
I don’t want him changing me, but I can’t ask him to be less than who he is,
she realized.
Turning her head back to his, she leaned forward and kissed his stubble covered neck. He lowered his head, his eyes on hers in question.
“I’m sorry, Jobe,” she said softly. “I don’t want to argue.”
“I don’t want to either,” he replied, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss.
“I really do want to stay here for now and have us buy a house later when the baby is bigger or we have another one.”
That thought brought a smile to his lips as the future lay before him. “I’d like that. Both. Have lots of children and wait to buy a house.”
“And as far as our parents go,” she continued, “let’s get them all together this weekend and tell them then. Do you think you can get your parents to have everyone over without them getting suspicious?”
Chuckling, he replied, “Babe? My mom need an excuse to get the whole family together? Not a problem.”
She felt his chest rumble against her side as he laughed. Loving the feel as much as the sound, she relaxed in his arms as they tightened around her.
He kissed her once more, this time with more of a promise of things to come. “What about getting married? I want to as quickly as possible but know that these things take time.”
Mackenna sat quietly in thought and he began to worry about what was on her mind. She finally lifted her gaze to him, licking her lips nervously.
“Um, I was thinking a lot about this and I really need you to hear me out, okay Jobe?”
His heart pounded as he grew fearful of what she was going to say. “Okay. I’m listening.”
“Well, here’s the thing. I…I don’t need a big wedding. I know that years ago we were planning a huge wedding with all the trimmings. You know, princess dress and veil, big church, everyone we knew, big reception.” Her voice choked, “Dad walking me down the aisle. All that.”
A tear escaped, and his heart broke knowing that his stupidity had kept her from that dream. Wiping the tear with his rough thumb, he said, “Baby, I’m so sorry—”
She quickly interrupted, “Oh no, I’m not looking for an apology. Please let me finish.”
He nodded, so she continued. “Five years ago that was important to me. The wedding that, when you’re a little girl, you dream about. But now life is so different. Those things just aren’t important to me anymore.”
Wanting to take away his confusion, she plunged ahead. “Jobe, I just want to be married to you. That’s it. Period. That’s all I want. No big wedding. No big, expensive reception. Just you, me, our families and a few friends. We can even go to the Justice of the Peace if you want.” Grabbing his face in her hands, she said, “Are you getting this, honey. I just want you. Just married. That’s all. And if you want to do it this weekend when we tell our parents then that’s fine too.”
Before he could respond, she pulled him in all the way, her lips melding with his. She moved her mouth over his, knowing the taste, the feel, the sensations that always engulfed her when they kissed. He allowed her to take charge for a moment, her words resounding in his head.
“I just want you. Just married. That’s all.”
As the realization washed over him that she was his—truly, passionately, wholly his—he pulled her tighter and took over the kiss. Angling her head for maximum contact, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, tasting every inch.
His hand moved from cupping her face to slowly sliding down her arm to the bottom of her shirt. Grasping the material he peeled it off of her gently, dropping it to the floor. The creamy skin of her breasts spilled out of the top of her lacy bra and he trailed his lips from hers as he kissed his way tortuously down her neck into her cleavage.
Mackenna’s head fell back as her skin came alive from his lips. He reached behind and with a flip of his fingers her bra was unsnapped and she shifted her body so that the scrap of material could slide down her arms and join her shirt on the floor.
Standing with her in his arms, Jobe strode toward the bedroom, his lips fused once more to hers. Reaching the bed, she was lowered to the mattress when he finally halted the kiss. Standing over her, he tugged her pants down past her hips, snagging her panties as he went. With her body now naked for his perusal, he leaned over, resting his weight on one hand as he admired her perfection.
Her rosy tipped nipples beckoned and he obliged. Sucking one deeply into his mouth, he halted when she jumped. “Was I too hard, doll?” he murmured.
“Ummm,” she replied. “No, they’re just sensitive. More so than usual.”
Realizing that her pregnant body was already responding differently, he moved back to her breasts, this time licking her nipples before sucking gently on them. She writhed underneath his ministration, feeling each pull on her breasts send a jolt to her womb.
She smiled in delight as he stood up before grabbing her ankles to pull her to the side of the bed. She raised her head to watch as he laid a trail of open-mouth, wet kisses from her breasts down her stomach, ending between her legs. Her legs spread wide, he feasted on her wet folds, sliding his tongue deep inside.
She tastes sweeter than anything I could have imagined.
Her head fell back on the bed as the sensations swept over her, threatening to drown her in their intensity. Her pussy throbbed as his tongue continued its thrusts. She began to rock her hips up seeking more contact, more pressure, more…anything.
He chuckled, placing his large hand on her hips to keep her still. He continued to lick her folds, pressing his tongue inside her pussy, then moved up slightly to pull her clit into his mouth. His hand slipped up towards her breasts, lightly pinching a nipple at the same time.
She cried out as her world exploded in a shower of sensations, sparks flying out from her core in all directions. He lapped up her juices as the orgasm created the flow he had been waiting for. She lay boneless, not sure she could move until he stood and leaned over her, dragging her body up higher on the bed. Lifting herself up, she admired the physique towering over her. She would never get tired of seeing him naked, his muscular body proudly on display. Over six feet of sinew honed from years in the military. His six-pack abs led downward to his massive legs, with his cock standing out ready to meld his body with hers.
He crawled up her body. With the scent of her sex filling the air, he nipped at her still flat stomach and suckled her breasts gently. Lowering his hips between her legs, his dick strained to enter her as though it had a mind of its own. Jobe gazed down at the face of the woman he loved, marveling that such a perfect creature wanted him. Her eyes were closed allowing her thick lashes to touch her cheeks. Her pale complexion was reflected in the moonlight shining through the windows. Her shiny mass of thick hair laying on the pillow.
“Eyes, babe,” he softly ordered. She smiled as her eyes opened and her gaze met his.
“Love you, Mackenna. You’ve got my heart,” he whispered.
“You have all of me, soldier-boy. Always.”
With that, he plunged his straining cock deep inside her, fully seating himself in one thrust. Her hips moved upwards to meet his as his thrusts became more forceful. With wild abandon, he pumped furiously inside as though reaching a secret place inside of her that he wanted to touch. With that intensity, it did not take long until she was screaming his name as her climax roared through her.
He pumped until her pussy had stopped milking him, then he quickly pulled out much to her dismay. Before she could question him, he flipped her over onto her stomach and grasped her hips to pull them up and back.
“On your knees, babe,” he ordered, voice raspy with need, as he placed a pillow under her hips.
She quickly obeyed, desperate for his cock again. He held a handful of her hair in one hand, pulling gently as he slid his fingers back through her drenched folds, giving her clit a light pinch. Immediately, she felt her pussy clench and moisture pooled again. She moaned involuntarily, and he leaned over her back.
“Is that okay, babe?” he asked, wanting to make sure she was comfortable.
Moaning in pleasure was the only answer she was able to give, and he just chuckled again as he thrust his engorged dick into her waiting core.
This angle brought new sensations and she felt as though her world was tipping on its axis. His fingers gripped her hips, digging in to hold her as he pounded in fiercely.
She rocked back and forth as his body dove into hers, over and over. She loved the friction inside but wanted to feel the sensations on her clit. Slowly moving her hand down between her legs, she fingered herself.
“Oh, babe. Seeing you touch yourself is gonna make me harder,” he panted, between thrusts.
Sliding her fingers back to her clit, she rubbed and pulled on the swollen nub, feeling herself race to the end, desperate for the finish line.
Wanting her to come again before he did, he reached around tugging gently on her sensitive nipple, sending her moaning.
“Are you close, babe?” he asked roughly.
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, yes.” The gripping sensations from her pussy were sending sparks outward as the pressure began to build. Like a volcano that needed to erupt, she was so close, straining to find her release. Her hands went back to the bed as his hard thrusts pushed her forward.
Her pussy convulsed around his cock, and with a few more thrusts he felt himself give over to his own release. Head thrown back, thick neck muscles straining, he pulsated into her waiting body, experiencing a release unlike one he had ever felt in his life.
They both fell forward onto the bed, his large body completely covering hers. Sweating and breathing heavily, Jobe had never felt so sated in his life. Awareness slowly came back, and he realized that Mackenna was crushed under him.
Rolling to the side, he pulled her gently to him. “Babe, sorry. Didn’t mean to crush you. You okay?” He brushed her hair away from her beautiful face, peering deeply into her eyes. What he saw stunned him.
Tears, shining in her eyes, glimmered back at him. Her face was lit with a smile that dazzled. Reaching up her small hand to cup his strong jaw, she gently rubbed the stubble.
“I’m all right, honey. That was so amazing. As though we were truly one person. One body. One soul.” Looking deeply into his gorgeous eyes, she leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “I love you, always and forever.”
He closed his eyes momentarily, realizing once again how lucky he was. “Love you back, doll.”
The darkness of the night had blanketed the city, casting shadows over the couple lying tangled in the sheets. Her body half draped over his, he pushed her hair back from her face. With her head on his shoulder, he smoothed his hand over her body, ending at her flat stomach. His long fingers splayed out over the area that nestled their baby.
She looked up into his face, seeing the love mixed with awe at the thought of the new life they created. Sighing, she said, “Honey?” She watched as his eyes moved back up to hers. “I don’t want to argue about my job. I know it shouldn’t be dangerous, but I aIso know that things are happening that have gotten out of control. I want to do whatever I need to do to stay safe.”
He released a breath slowly, feeling a sense of relief sweep over him. “I never want to take anything away from you. I just know I’d die if I ever lost you again.”
Her hand moved up from his arm to his face, cradling his strong jaw. “I’ve been talking to my supervisor about how to stay involved without actually running the center.”
“What did he say?” Jobe asked, hope building.
“I really like working with the women, Jobe. I like counseling them much more than trying to be the center’s administrator. I’ve talked to Rose and she’s agreed to continue to be the teacher when we make a move to a new location. If I can just be the social worker who counsels and maybe goes into the schools to see about counseling some of the girls there, then I’d be happier. And safer,” she added quickly.
His arms tightened around her body, pulling her in as closely as he could, not willing to have any space between their heartbeats. “Baby doll, I think that would be amazing.”
“I have found a place and I’m going to go see it tomorrow. It’s more on the edge of town, in a house that’s already zoned for this type of facility. It’s about the same size, although the bedrooms are bigger so we might be able to accommodate more women at a time.”
“This is just exactly what I needed to hear, Mackenna. I found out from a meeting at work that things are getting worse with the Sixers. More dangerous.” Leaning back, he said, “But you gotta know. Alvarez Security and I are on it. You’re not only the most important person in my life, but Alvarez’s priority mission right now.”
She felt guilty that she had put up such a fuss earlier, knowing that this was not about control but about keeping her safe. She recognized how hard this was for Jobe. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry that I’ve put you through this,” she cried. At his look of confusion, she added, “I know this is hard for you. Hard for you to not feel control.”
Giving a rueful snort, he said, “I’m honestly doing a lot better with that. I think it’s your love that has made that better…not worse.”
“Really?” she asked with a small smile.
“Yeah. When I was overseas, the idea of being in love and not being able to control anything, made me crazy. But now? I’m good. I’m dealing. I’m learning that I don’t have to control everything. And most of all, as long as you’re in my life…we got this, babe. We got this.”
He leaned down and pulled the covers up, nestling their bodies tightly together. The stars twinkled over the city skyline, the moon now high in the sky casting a glow about the room. As they slid into peaceful dreams, they both had the same thought on their minds.