G.I. BABY (21 page)

It wasn’t there before. And it was strong, almost overpowering his code as a soldier.

He felt a sense of helplessness.
 

He will leave them. Andi and Richard. The two most important people in his life right now. He had to. He must. It was his duty. But for the first time in his military life, he didn’t want to leave.

For the first time in his life as a veteran combat pilot, he was reluctant to board a fighter plane.

He was…afraid.

He was afraid that once he did, he may not come back.

He may not see his boy ever again.

He may not see Andi again.

“Craig?”

He looked behind him. Andi had gone so pale.
 

He slowly walked over to her. She was sitting on the bed, her back to the padded headboard while their son nursed from one of her generous breasts.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, facing her.

“You’re leaving?”
 

He nodded.

Her eyes were bleak. “Where?”

“Turkey.”

She inhaled shakily. “Is it bad?”

“Yes.”

“What time do you leave?”

“The earliest flight to England. I have to report to my base in Lakenheath. From there, I’ll fly with my squadron to Incirlik Air Base in Turkey. That’s where I’ll stay for this tour.”

Richard released her nipple and turned his little head toward him, as if he understood what was happening. His little boy cooed softly, making little purring sounds, flailing his limbs.

The back of his eyes burned.

Andi transferred the baby in his arms and quietly entered the bathroom.

He walked around the room with his son in his arms, feeling the warmth of his little body seeping through his chilly skin.

His chest ached and his jaw hurt.

He lifted the baby to his face and kissed his cheek, inhaling the innocence from his fragile body.

He missed his son already.

——*****——

She knew all along this was where it was going.
She just didn’t anticipate it would happen so soon. She washed her face hoping her tears would stop falling. But they wouldn’t.

God.

Richard was barely three weeks old. Her son had known his father for less than a month and now he was leaving, going to war.

He’d been doing this for more than a decade and he was still alive. What were the odds of a pilot getting blown to bits in his fighter plane these days? She had no idea. She didn’t want to think about it. But war always meant loss of lives. Lots of lives.

She shook her head to ward off her morbid thoughts.

She had it coming. Really. Letting her guard down led her to this. Already a nervous wreck and he hadn’t even left the country yet.

She dropped the commode’s seat cover and sat there, trying to calm herself.

There was a soft knock on the door. “Andi? You okay in there?”

She wiped her face with the hem of her teddy robe. “In a minute!”

She washed her face again, not wanting him to see she’d been crying.

“Andi, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be out shortly!”

She opened the door minutes later, not meeting his eyes. “Is he asleep?” she asked of Richard.

“Yeah.”

She went past him to the cabinet, pretending to arrange the baby’s clothes.

She was startled when she felt his hands on her shoulders. She froze, too raw and vulnerable to say anything. Her throat constricted again as her emotions threatened to break free. Then his arms wrapped around her middle as he hugged her from behind.

She closed her eyes and leaned back against him.

Time was ticking.

He’d be gone tomorrow.

She didn’t want to think of the days ahead. Just now. Tonight.

She turned around, framed his face in her palms and kissed him.

Fear clawed at her insides, feeding her desperation to feel closer to him in these last precious moments before his departure. Her lips were as desperate as the rest of her, sucking at him, driving her tongue inside his mouth, merging their breaths.

She paused only to tear at his clothes.

“Baby…we can’t…”

“We can!” she hissed. She cupped him in his track pants. He was already hard. His erection overflowed in her hand. It had been so long since the last time she’d touched him like this.
 
She wanted to see him again, feel him, taste him, all of him. Now. Right now! Her heart was about to burst with her need to feel him close to her, as close as he can possibly be.

“I need to feel you again. This!”
 

Her fingers curled around his cock, squeezing its firmness tightly.

He gulped air into his lungs. “God, baby, that feels so good…!”

She dragged him to the bed and pushed him to sit on the edge. Her fingers hooked at the waistband of his pants, pulling it down his hips impatiently. He lifted his butt to aid her.

“Take off your shirt. I wanna see all of you.”

His shirt was gone in a flash.

She knelt between his legs and stared at his cock. It was like a sculpture standing between them, visually stunning. So beautiful. So hers.

“Baby, are you sure?”

“Oh god, I missed your cock.”
 

He wheezed out a laugh. “Fuck, sugar pie, you’re killing me…”

She gripped his shaft with both hands, feeling its strength, its scorching hotness, marveling at how silky smooth it was against her palms on the outside yet she could feel the firm, ridged muscle packing it full from the inside.
 

Her pussy responded at the visual stimulus. She missed having his cock inside her, stretching her walls, pounding her towards mind-blowing orgasms. Whitish fluid oozed from the dome-like crown, making her mouth water. “This is one angry monster, Craig Walker and I hate it that my pussy can’t have some of this right now.”

He combed his fingers through her long hair, gripping a fistful. “I missed you, too, sugar pie. You have no idea how much.”

Her hands started moving down the length of him, twisting and gliding in the manner he’d taught her. She hadn’t forgotten how he liked it done.

His grunts of approval bathed her with more confidence. She wanted to please him, give him the kind of pleasure he’d be craving to come back home to.

Her lips closed around the crown. His taste was heady. Delicious. Oh how she’d missed the taste of him! She obeyed her thirst, sucking him in inch by slow inch. He was thick and long and she couldn’t take all of him in her mouth but she knew how to compensate for that. Her fingers massaged the base and his balls as her lips concentrated on the upper part of his cock.

“Fuck…baby…yes…oh god, that’s it…so good…ffffuck….” He was panting and grunting in pleasure, his fingers gripping her hair tighter as he pumped his hips up to counter the downward glide of her lips.

“Baby, I’m close…Andi….!”

She released his cock and unlaced the front of her night gown, revealing her breasts.

“Oh fffuck…”

She cupped her heavy globes filled with milk. His eyes were riveted to her chest, dazed with further arousal. “Baby, you’re so beautiful…” he breathed in wonderment.

She smiled, loving the awe in his voice. “You wanna taste?”

His eyes widened. “Oh god, yes!”

She thrust her chest out, offering her bounty to him. He was on them in seconds, licking the globes. He gently squeezed and milk squirted from her nipples. His tongue licked the trickling liquid.

 
“It’s fucking delicious, baby. You’re so fucking sexy I can’t get enough of you, too. Not in a million years.”

She smiled. He was most probably more turned on by the sight of milk oozing from her breasts than the actual taste but who was she to argue?

Her pussy was pulsing with need, and there was a melting feeling between her legs now, as her juices leaked.
 
Her core clenched, longing to be filled.

But this was for him, all for him.

She pulled his face away from her breasts. “You greedy bastard.”

He grinned and licked his upper lip. “You’re so fucking badass. You had better not do this with anyone else.”

She smirked at him. “Now…” She went back to his cock. “Where were we, big boy?” She patted the shiny head. “You wanna be a hotdog sandwich?”

He chuckled. “Andi, what the fuck…?”
 

She licked his cock again, making it really wet with her saliva.

Then she smiled at him seductively and leaned closer till his cock was touching her breasts.

He swallowed,
 
his eyes dilating even more. “Oh god, don’t fucking tell me…”

She slid his cock between her breasts and pushed the globes together, trapping it there tightly.

He threw his head back and groaned loudly. “Andi, shit, you’re unbelievable…”

“Watch.”

He watched, alright. He couldn’t possibly miss this.

She gave him a great show. She knew because it only took less than a minute before he was squirting his cum all over her breasts, shouting his pleasure their son was awakened from sleep and started crying.

He hauled her up and they toppled on the bed, him breathing hard, her smiling smugly.

For once, they both ignored their son’s demand for attention.
 

“That was what I’d call a great boob job,” he commented with a satisfied sigh.

She giggled. “Thank you, Officer Walker who prefers three babes with Double Ds.”

He chuckled. “Just one from now on, sugar pie. Just one babe with Trouble Ds. Because I’m definitely in trouble now. Big trouble.”

“Hmmm, I like that.”

“I’m sorry you didn’t…we can’t…We need to have you checked by the doctor before we can…”

“It’s okay. You owe me. You pay me when you come back. So, you must come back. Deal?”

His response was a tight hug and a deep sigh.

They were back to reality. “Promise me you’ll be careful there.”

He took her hand and kissed her fingers. “I promise, baby.”

——*****——

He’d never had problems with goodbyes.
Since he went to war more than a decade ago he knew goodbyes were inevitable and one of them may just become for good. He’d always said it to Bella every time he’d leave for a tour of duty, had been doing it for years and his sister understood his need for it, although she’d never said it back.

But now…

He stared at his son’s peacefully sleeping face and he couldn’t utter the word. He couldn’t even bear the thought.

He didn’t want to say goodbye to this little angel. Ever.

He wanted to watch him grow, teach him things, guide him towards manhood, and he wanted to grow old with him, take part in his future which he’d make sure would be bright, IF he lived long enough to witness it.

He wanted so many things with his son.

He wanted to experience everything with him.

He wanted to live for those days.

And now he wished he was just an ordinary citizen, not an elite combat pilot. He wanted to just stay here and protect his son from any motherfucker who’d try to harm him, not in those foreign skies raining bombs on grounds full of jihadists launching sophisticated SAMs to blow him to oblivion.
 

He was ashamed of his thoughts.

For the very first time in his storied career, he was being a coward. A yellow-ass.

He didn’t want to be in the battlefront in the thick of the action, trying to be a hero for this nation.

He wanted to be just here, a simple father taking care of his son.

And Andi.

Andi…

——*****——

“Bella will be here in a few hours with the twins.
They’ll stay with you until she’s found a professional nanny for Richard. Or if you know anybody you can trust to help you take care of the baby. You decide, okay? Bella will just assist you.”

Andi nodded. It was very early in the morning. After their heated intimacy last night, they remained locked in each other’s embrace, in utter silence, but wide awake. They both succumbed to sleep at dawn.

Now, this was it. He’d be gone for a minimum of nine months onward. It was a directive from the highest office, he’d said. That will be a long time for him to be gone. Too long.

They’d only lived under one roof for three weeks and he’d quickly become a solid fixture in her daily existence. He was a great father. A great partner.

“I’ve asked Bella to go with you to a bank and set up an account in your name and some credit cards you can use for your expenses. If you want to enroll online, go ahead. I don’t want you to get bored while I’m away,” he attempted at humor.