Falling for Jillian (8 page)

I can’t wait to pull it while I fuck her from behind.

But that’ll have to be another day because tonight, when I finally do sink into her hot, wet pussy, it’ll be while she’s under me, and I can see those amazing blue eyes while she comes around me.

I pull her nipple into my mouth and tug with my teeth, then soothe it with my tongue. She plunges her hands into my hair and holds on tight.

I make love to the other nipple, satisfied when it puckers, then pull back with a loud pop, glide my hands up her arms to her hands, still buried in my hair, and link my fingers with hers and guide them over her head.

“You taste so good,” I whisper against her lips. She grins, panting, her blue eyes on fire, and circles her hips, pushing her pussy against my cock, making it throb even more.

“Zack,” she murmurs. “I want you inside me.”

“I’ll get there,” I reply and kiss her lightly, just tickling her lips with my own. God, she’s so soft and sweet.

I let go of her hands and they go straight for my hair again, pulling me in deeper. This woman kisses like it’s her sole mission in life, with 100 percent of her attention.

She’s intoxicating.

Finally, I nip her little chin and down her neck
and begin the journey down her petite body. The first time I was with her, I was afraid I’d break her. But she’s much stronger than she looks.

While kissing and nuzzling her belly button, I hook my fingers into her panties and pull them down her hips and legs, then throw them over my shoulder and settle between her spread thighs.

She’s laid out before me like a feast. Her pussy lips are small and pink and dripping wet.

“Your clit is swollen,” I murmur softly and trace a circle with my fingertip around the tight nub.

She gasps and squirms as I drag my finger down from her clit, between her folds, and push it inside her and amazingly, she clenches around my finger like a vise and I know that when my cock slides home, I won’t last long.

Finally, I can’t take it any longer. I
have
to taste her. I pull my finger out of her and suck it into my mouth. She bites her lip, watching me intently and I grin up at her, then lean in and pull her lips into my mouth, suck lightly, and then sink my tongue into her hot, tight pussy.

Her hips lift off the mattress, pushing unabashedly against my face. I plant my hands on her inner thighs and hold her down and lick from her entrance to her clit and back down again, and as I fuck her with my tongue, I press my thumb on her clit and watch as she explodes, her juices flowing around my mouth as she arches her back and screams my name.

I kiss her thighs and her soft, flat belly, running my fingertips up and down her skin, watching as goose bumps spread across her white skin.

“That was one,” I inform her and climb back on top of her and kiss her, giving her taste to her. I love the way her pelvis cradles mine, and the feel of her strong thighs clenched around my hips, and I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer.

I tug my wallet from my jeans, retrieve the condom, and shimmy out of my pants. My cock springs blessedly free, and I quickly sheath it in the rubber.

“You’re sure?” I settle against her, not inside her yet, and gently brush strands of hair away from her forehead.

“If you stop now, I’ll kick your ass.” She reaches between us, takes my cock in her hand, and guides me inside her, and I swear to Jesus, I see stars.

“Holy fuck, Jilly.”

“God, so good,” she gasps.

I slide in as far as I can and stop, holding myself still. If I move, I’ll pound in and out of her until I come hard, and I want to make this last.

“I missed you,” I whisper. My heart stills. God, I missed her. I only had her for one night, and I thought I’d never be here again, and by some miracle, here she is.

“I’m sorry.” She bites her lip. Tears form in her eyes, making my gut clench. “I shouldn’t have left. I should have . . .”

“Shh.” I kiss her softly and brush her tears away with my thumbs. “We had a rough year, sugar. I’m just so fucking thankful you’re here now.”

She nods and offers me a shy smile. “Me too.”

I lean in and drag my nose down her jaw to her ear. “I have to move.”

“So move,” she replies and circles her hips again.

“I don’t want it to be over too fast.”

She drags those amazing hands of hers down my back to my ass and grabs a handful. “This is just the first time, Zack.”

I pull back in surprise to gaze down at her nervous face. She’s biting her lip again.

“I mean . . .”

“You’re right.” I pull my hips back and then slide right back in and it’s all I can do to hold still again. “It’s just the first time.” I repeat the motion, and then slowly increase the pace.

“Oh God.”

I hook her right leg around my elbow and spread her wide, and can’t help but watch my hard, thick cock moving in and out of her small body.

“Amazing,” I murmur and glance up at her face. “Your tiny body fits me like a glove.”

Her body clenches around me, and I know she’s on the edge again, ready to fall apart. I release her leg and cover her with my body and kiss her hard as her pussy milks my cock.

“Come, baby.”

“Come with me,” she purrs.

“I’m right here with you.” I clench her hand in mine and kiss her fingers, then kiss her lips again. She nibbles my lower lip and suddenly, her hand tightens on mine and her pussy clenches around my cock like a fist.

“Holy shit!”

“Yes, baby.” I hold my hips still, watching as she shudders around me, coming apart, and just as her orgasm is about to recede, I follow her over, pulsing inside her, and call out her name.

“Holy shit,” she whispers, panting.

I laugh as my head clears, cup her face in my hands, and kiss her long and slow before pulling out of her to dispose of the condom and wash my hands.

“How do you feel?” I ask as I crawl back to the middle of my bed and kiss her cheek.

“Thoroughly fucked,” she replies with a wide smile.

“Good.” I kiss her cheek again and pull away. “I have to check the house. I’ll be right back.”

“Do you need help?”

The question makes me pause. When was the last time anyone asked me if I needed help?

“No, sweetheart. Get comfy. I’ll only be a minute.”

I pull on a pair of boxers and run into Thor, who is asleep right outside my door.

“Hey, buddy. Sorry about that.” He whines and licks my hand as he jogs down the stairs next to me.
“I know, you miss your boy. He’ll be home tomorrow. Here, go potty so we can all go to bed.”

I open the back door and he flies outside, barks at the chickens just for form’s sake, pees on a fence post, and then runs back to the house.

It’s too damn cold out to fuck around.

I stoke the fire, add more wood, and make sure the house is locked up for the night, not that anyone is going to bother us out here. It’s just habit now.

“Are you ready for bed, boy?” I ask Thor. He offers me a doggy grin and runs up the stairs ahead of me. He stops at Seth’s room, but I shake my head. “You’ll have to sleep in my room tonight. Come on.”

When we enter the master, Thor jogs over to the bed, sniffs to see who’s up there, and then jumps up on the bed.

“Thor, no.”

“Awww, he wants to sleep with us.” Jill scratches his ears as Thor curls up next to her, happy as a clam.

“Not a chance in hell are you going to sleep next to my woman, dog.” Jill’s eyes widen in surprise as I snap my fingers and point to Thor’s bed. He whines, hangs his head for a moment, and then finally obeys, jumping off the bed and curling up on his dog bed in the corner.

I climb under the covers and pull Jill into my arms, settling her on my chest.

“Why do you look so shocked?”

“I’m not.”

“Do you think that you’re
not
my woman?” I ask calmly and kiss the top of her head.

“I hadn’t thought about it.”

I roll us to the side, so I can look her in the eye. “Think about it, Jill.”

She drags her hand down my cheek. I turn my head to kiss her palm and guide that hand around my back, hugging her close.

“Think about it,” I whisper again.

“Okay.” She cuddles close to me and yawns.

“Go ahead and sleep, baby. You’ll need your strength. I plan to wake you up several times tonight.”

She laughs and shakes her head, tracing the tattoo on my bicep. “Yeah, right.”

I don’t bother to argue. She’ll find out soon enough.

“Thank you for being here.”

She yawns again and kisses my chest. “You’re welcome. What is this tattoo for?”

“It’s Seth.” I feel her smile.

“How so?”

It’s a tribal shamrock in green. “He was born on St. Patrick’s Day.”

“I love that. What about the eagle on your back?” She pulls away and pushes on my shoulder, making me turn over so she can get a better look.

“The eagle is red, white, and blue, so it’s sort of
patriotic.” I close my eyes as her sweet fingers trace the outline of the eagle.

“What do these stars mean? The ones that make the eagle look like it’s in flight, leaving a trail of stars behind him?” She gently kisses each star. Her touch, her affection, is like a balm to my jagged heart.

“There is a star for each guy I lost in the field.”

She presses another kiss to my back and nuzzles her cheek against me. “How many?”

“Sixteen.”
Sixteen
good men who lost their lives.

I turn onto my back and scoop her against me, kissing her head and breathing in her delicious scent.

“Were you close to all of them?” she asks softly.

“Some. I witnessed nine of those deaths,” I reply. I’ve never talked about this with anyone before, even Josh.

“What?” She braces herself on her elbows and stares down at me, her eyes wide with horror. “Are you telling me that it could have been
you
to die
nine times
?”

I pull my fingers down her cheek and brush her soft hair back off her face, tucking it behind her ear. “It wasn’t me, Jilly.”

“Oh my God,” she whispers and kisses my cheek, then tucks herself against me as tightly as she can, burrowing her face into my neck and holding on tight. “Zack.”

“I’m fine, sugar.”

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry that you had to go through that.”

I rest my lips on the top of her head and glide my fingers up and down her back, comforting her as much as me. “The worst was losing Miles.”

“Who was he?” She doesn’t pull away.

“I’d been in the same unit with him for years. We deployed together four times. I guess that besides Josh and Ty, he was my best friend.”

“How did he die?”

My chest clenches when I think back to that hot day in the desert.

“I’ll spare you the details,” I whisper and wrap my arms around her, hugging her close. “But our convoy was driving into Baghdad to get more supplies, and we hit an IED. I barely got a scratch. Miles lost both legs and bled out in my arms.”

“Zack,” she whispers again and lifts her head to kiss me. God, she’s so sweet, maybe the most loving woman I’ve ever met. “I’m so sorry,” she repeats.

The feelings I’ve been fighting for months rise up and overwhelm me, and all I can do is hug her close.

“I’m home, and I’m safe, and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank God you’re safe. Oh my God, Zack, I could have lost you before I ever really found you.” She sniffles and I brush a tear off her cheek.

“Don’t think that way, baby. You can
what if
all day
long, but the reality is, nothing happened to me, and we’re here now.”

She nods and settles back down onto my chest. She soon falls asleep. Thor is snoring from his bed in the corner. I wonder if Seth is having fun tonight at his friend’s house. They’re probably watching horror flicks and eating too much junk food. I’m just thrilled that he’s made friends.

The guilt that grips my throat every time I think of my son has loosened with time, but it’ll never fully go away.

Not now that I know the battle he survived while I was off fighting a war of my own. If I could kill my ex-wife and every son of a bitch she let lay a hand on my son, I would happily rip them apart, one limb at a time. The best thing that ever happened to Seth and me was the day she brought him here and filed for divorce.

Thank God for that.

Jill stirs in my arms. I kiss her head again and smile. I can’t believe she’s here. I’ve wanted her here for months. Hell, years, if I’m being honest.

I don’t plan to let her go now.

“Zack, answer the phone,” Jill mumbles and nudges my arm. I yawn and turn toward the soft, sleepy woman, wrapping myself around her.

“I can think of better things to do.”

“It could be important.” She chuckles and climbs
onto my chest as I check the time and answer the phone.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Dad.” Seth’s voice is happy and he’s clearly chewing on something crunchy.

“It’s seven in the morning, Seth.”

“I know. You’re awake, right? It’s, like, super late for you.”

“Actually, I was asleep, but you’re right, I should go check on some things. So what’s up?” Jill kisses my chest and her hand is roaming over my stomach, and my morning semi-wood is no longer a semi.