WholeAgain (4 page)

All the tension seeped from Danny’s body. If they were at
home, he probably would have crawled into bed and slept, but not for long. Maybe
by tomorrow this unrelenting craving for Hannah would be sated, or the day
after that, or the day after
that
. Seeing her waiting on the hood of his
truck had taken his breath away. His already-hard dick had become even harder.
Letting his troops exit the bus first had been one of the most difficult things
he’d ever done. All he wanted was to run to her, grab her close and never let
go.

A part of him wanted to weep with relief that it was over
and he’d made it home, back to her safe and in one piece. Another part of him
wanted to strip her naked in front of God and everyone and fuck her where she
sat. Well, he had made her come. It’d been all he could do not to join her. Her
slick heat had screamed for possession. His body had screamed to have her.
They’d both known exactly what the other needed to take the edge off. Now he’d
be able to love her good and long, not tear into her like a sex-starved maniac.

Danny smiled. He was sex-starved for her. They’d had months
and months of foreplay in letters that came close to singeing the paper. He’d
loved the back-and-forth, the play of words, the relief that came with every
one and maintaining that special connection to her. But he wouldn’t be complete
until he was inside her. Once he was inside… Well, homesteading came to mind.

They talked of mundane things on the short drive home. He’d
missed the sound of her voice more than he could bear at times. They’d never
trusted themselves to Skype. Too many ears. He’d missed the feel of her body
next to his in sleep. Missed her warmth, her laughter. Missed her arms around
him keeping him safe from all the bad the world threw at him. Sex was an
important part of their lives and always had been, but Danny knew that if
something happened and they could never have sex again, he’d still love her
just as much. They were soul mates, life mates, meant to be.

“I started taking folic acid about a month ago,” she said.

His smile widened.
A baby.
They were finally taking
that big step. He couldn’t wait. Of course, it would mean some adjustments to
their sex life, but neither of them cared. It was all going to be worth it to
see each other in their child’s face. “I’m so excited. You think a baby will
kick our asses?”

Hannah laughed. “Yes!” She clutched his hand. “But we’ll
figure it out together.”

He kissed her fingers and pressed them against his cheek. “I
want to dive into your smell. I want to hold you and never let go. My heart
has…” He fought tears that always seemed to want to fall lately. “My heart has
ached for you, sweetheart.”

Hannah sniffled. She caressed his cheek. “And mine for you.
I did buy you a new pillow,” she added with a small laugh.

He flashed her a grin. “Screwed the stuffing out of the old
one, did you?”

Her laughter filled the truck cab. “Something like that. I
also thought you’d appreciate new, unworn underwear.”

“What? I suppose there will be no more cookies either?”

More laughter. “I would never think of denying you that
pleasure.”

“Or any other?”

“Or any other.”

“I’m going to hold you to that one, hot stuff.”

“I sure hope so.”

He kissed her fingers once more, then placed them on his
thigh as he pulled onto their street.

Nothing much had changed in town while Danny had been away.
A couple of their neighbors’ houses had new paint. He added that one to his
list of things to do. The yards looked a little worse for wear. It had
apparently been an extra-hot summer. He scanned ahead for their house, smiling
when it came into view. It looked like it did on the day he left, perhaps
brighter since he was coming home rather than leaving.

“The yard looks great, sweetheart. You did one hell of a job
keeping it up.”

Hannah nudged his thigh. “You made it easy to do so.
Sprinklers on, sprinklers off. Piece of cake.”

It was so much more than that. Danny had missed her like
crazy, but not once did he worry about her being able to handle things. His
Hannah could conquer the world if she had to.

The garage door yawned open when he pulled into the
driveway.

“Surprise,” she said softly. “I had an automatic opener
installed. Actually, I told your brother I was thinking about it. Next thing I
know he and your dad came to stay the weekend and it was done.”

He chuckled. “I’m sure that’ll cost me.”

“Kicking back a few beers and watching basketball with them
when they get here will be such a hardship.”

“Smart ass.”

“Thank you.” She shouldered the truck door open as the
garage door closed behind them. A light clicked on overhead automatically.

The first scents of home surrounded him. Danny inhaled. More
peace settled over his shoulders. He retrieved his packs from the truck bed.
Hannah already had the door to the kitchen open. He could smell apple pie, knew
she’d have French vanilla ice cream and shaved dark chocolate to go with it.
Home. Love. Peace. Quiet.

He stepped across the threshold, dropped his packs and swung
Hannah into his arms. She wrapped herself around him. He let his tears fall and
knew she was crying too. Neither said a word. They just held on. When they
finally pulled their heads from each other’s shoulders, all they did was wipe
tear tracks from the other’s face.

“I could really use a decent shower.” He’d been traveling
for over a day. “And perhaps someone to scrub my back.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” When she grabbed his hand and
started in that direction, he pulled back.

“Let me dump my clothes in the laundry room. I’ll meet you
there.”

“I’ll get it hot for you.” She walked down the hallway,
stripping as she went and leaving a trail of clothing in her wake.

Little tease.

Danny didn’t bother with the laundry room. He tore his
clothes off as he ran after her, or pulled as much off as he could. Hannah
squealed when she heard him give chase, but didn’t run very fast to get away.
He tackled her to their bed in a flying leap, landing in a tangle of arms, legs
and lips.

She locked her ankles around his waist and rocked her crotch
over his erection. He peeled his lips away from hers.

“Hold that thought.” He rolled away to remove his boots.

Hannah sat behind him. Hot lips wandered the trail of his
spine. Short nails scored sweet fire down his back. Then she rubbed her nipples
against him.

Danny yanked at the laces while she tortured him. Her hands
were faster, pulling his belt loose, ripping the fly buttons from their holes,
shoving trousers and shorts down until she could reach her target. He clenched
his jaw on a hard groan as her fingers wrapped around his erection. She stroked
him without mercy, that talented mouth working its way lower. The brain in his
head shut down. The one in his dick now had full control.

Hannah rolled to the floor, flashing her tongue up and down
his length. He grabbed her head and stabbed for her mouth. She avoided his
attempt every time.

“You are so going over my knee later,” he growled. He spied
the wooden hairbrush on the nightstand. “Maybe now.”

Her sultry giggle shot lightning to his balls. “Promises,
promises.”

He realized in the fog of lust that she’d tugged his
clothing farther down his legs, then off completely. Somehow she’d gotten those
damn boots and socks off. She crawled up his body, pushing him to the bed.
Danny grabbed her around the waist, tossed her to the mattress and seated
himself in one deep plunge.

Pleasure rolled over him. He saw the far side of the
universe and every star from here to there.
Now
he was home. Safe,
sound, loved, whole again.

Hannah locked arms and legs around him. She’d forgotten how
full Danny’s cock felt inside her. All the dildos and vibrators in the world
couldn’t match him. The pulse of his erection, the heat of it, the sheer power
and strength. No, nothing else compared.

She inhaled the smell of him, imprinting it on her mind once
more. And the weight of his body cradling her into the mattress. How could he
manage to make her feel so possessed and protected at the same time?

Tears welled up again. She refused to cry this time. All she
wanted was to feel her man, to soak up all the love that poured off him.

Hannah rubbed her hands over his shoulders. Muscles flexed
under her touch.
So perfect. So magnificent. All mine.

She thought of the children who’d ride up there. Their
squeals and laughter. The adoration for their wonderful father shining in eyes
that mirrored his. How he’d hold their hands through life’s fears, cradle them
through sickness, give them his strength and knowledge.

“I love you more than life itself,” she said. “I cannot breathe
without you. I cannot think. I can only be. It’s like I’m in suspended
animation when you’re away from me.”

Long lashes lifted as he looked at her. “I’m afraid without
you. Not whole. You make everything that’s wrong, right. You always know the
exact thing to do.”

“Not always.”

He smiled. “Yeah, always.”

He wedged his hand between them, parking his thumb over her
clit until it kissed his erection. Then he moved.

Hannah arched into the sensation. She clenched her muscles
around hardened steel. Pleasure radiated outward. She knew by the end of the
night they would have loved each other in every manner possible. But this was
the best—the first time, the renewal, the reconfirmation of everything they
were and would continue to be.

Slow, steady strokes slid deep. How he managed such control…
Hannah didn’t give a damn how he did it. It just felt good.

Her body skipped to a higher level, readying her for climax.
Danny knew right away, but then he’d always known her so well. He matched her
need, pumping faster, harder, deeper. She clutched his shoulders, knowing her
nails cut him, but unable to keep from doing it. She lifted her knees, pressing
her heels into the clefts of his butt cheeks.

Danny groaned. She watched the battle for control on his
face. Head lifted, jaw clenched, teeth bared. His eyes rolled back, then his
lids closed and he fucked her harder, faster. Her breath came in short gasps.

So close. So close.

He kept getting harder and hotter, more relentless with
those thrusts that now pounded against her. They built and built—

Hannah froze in wonder. Danny did too. They came together in
a soundless climax like nothing she’d experienced before. She could feel the
fire pour from him, feel her body suck him in. It felt as if they were
suspended forever before they slid down the other side and sagged into the
mattress.

Those kisses and touches she cherished after sex crowned the
moment. Danny rolled his weight from her and pulled her into his arms. She
cuddled on his broad chest and toyed with the hairs in the center.

“I could really use that shower now, but I don’t know if I
can move.” He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger.

“Mmm…I know what you mean. That was so much better than a
lust letter.”

Danny froze. “I’m still gonna get my hot letters even though
I’m home, right?”

Hannah laughed and rolled to her feet. “Poor, neglected guy.
Don’t worry. I think you might find a surprise or two in your lunch box.”

“Really?” He swung to the side of the bed next to her. “And
here I was hoping for nooners.”

“Aren’t you the naughty one?” She tickled her fingers down
the trail of hair to his navel.

“That, hot stuff, would be you.”

Without warning he ducked and tossed her over his shoulder.

Hannah squealed with laughter. “Hey, where’s my naughty-girl
spanking?”

He added a light smack to her butt and hiked her interest to
high alert. “How’s that for a start?”

“Oooh, I like it. Shower?”

“You were going to get it hot for me, remember?”

“Trust me, sweetheart, it already is.”

He swung her down and into his arms, cradling her close,
bright eyes and smile wrapping her heart in love. “So it is.” He rubbed his
hand over her bottom. “But not hot enough.”

With no further warning, he sat and plunked her facedown
over his lap. Her “hey” cut to a squeak as he whacked the hairbrush over her
ass.

“I never promise if I don’t intend to deliver, sweetheart.
You’ve gotten entirely too sassy while I’ve been gone.”

Hannah stretched over his lap, lifting her ass higher. “Just
be kind.”

“What I intend to be is thorough.”

She gasped with the next spank and closed her eyes on a hard
groan as warmth spread over the surface. Blood rushed to her crotch, swelling
labia and clit. She longed to rub against his thigh and feel the coarse hairs
bring her to climax. But she’d been in charge of her orgasms for too long. The
reins were all Danny’s to control now.

She fisted the bedspread and tried her best next not to
squirm as one pop after the other heated her backside. She’d forgotten how
great it felt to have everything furnace hot and full to bursting. Forgotten—
oh
god!
—how he’d pause at just the right moment and thrust those long, thick
fingers up her ass, into her cunt and torture her by avoiding the hard knot of
flesh that demanded his attention. Forgotten how much discipline Danny could
dish out. Enough to make every sound that tore from her throat a groan, enough
to make her feel it when she sat the next day, and want it all over again.

He rubbed her cheeks, alternating smacks with his hand and
the brush, then tunneling his fingers inside her until the slurp of her juices
rivaled her moans. And just when she thought she couldn’t bear it a second
longer, he stopped.

Danny eased her to the bed. Hannah didn’t dare move. She
knew what was next and she wanted it more than she could bear. Her breath
caught when she heard the nightstand drawer slide open.