My Special Forces Boyfriend Trilogy (7 page)

“Oooh, fuck yes, Lindsey,” he moaned, as he released his seed inside of me.

There was a passion in his voice when he spoke. It was like, as he came, he was releasing all of the sexual tension that he had been holding back since the first time we had had sex. He was releasing every bit of his frustration, pain and lust into me all at once, filling me to the brim.

His dick trembled inside of me once more, followed by another noticeable burst of cum. I looked down as I continued to ride him, noticing the white liquid as it poured out of my pussy and onto his shaft, dripping to his balls.

Alex took a few slow and deliberate breaths and then finally opened his eyes. I kept his cock in me for a moment and leaned forward, kissing him deeply. He returned the kiss, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths.

Then, after a moment, I pulled my face away from his.

“God, I missed you,” I said.

My hands and legs were still trembling from the incredible sex as I stood up, letting Alex’s cock fall out of me. I took a deep breath, trying to regain myself. I hadn’t had that kind of fucking in a long time and my body wasn’t used to it.

Alex watched as I pulled the top of my dress back over my breasts. Then I pulled the bottom part down, covering my ass. After that I walked across the room to retrieve my panties, quickly slipping them back on.

“You are so perfect,” Alex said, smiling. “Why don’t you come back and live on the base with me? I doubt they’re going to be sending me any place too dangerous. Not after what I’ve already been through.”

I looked at the ground, feeling disappointed. Truthfully, a part of me wanted to go with him. I imagined that a life with Alex would prove to be exciting and satisfying, something that I couldn’t say about my life with William. But still, William had done nothing wrong and he didn’t deserve to be completely deserted by me.

“I’m sorry, Alex,” I said. “I can’t.”

A look of disappointment crossed his face immediately.

“Why not?” he asked.

I looked at him, tears filling my eyes.

“I just can’t, Alex,” I responded. “My life is here.”

Alex nodded slowly.

“I understand,” he said. “I shouldn’t expect you to drop everything for a guy who hasn’t been around for most of your adult life.”

Then he stood up and began to get dressed.

“Just know that I’ll always love you, Lindsey,” he said, as pulled his shirt over his head.

He then stepped across the room, giving me a deep kiss on the lips. We kissed for a moment and then I slowly pulled away.

“Don’t be such a stranger,” I said.

Alex faked a smile, but I could see the sadness in his eyes.

“I don’t know when or if I’ll be back,” he said. “But I promise you, that no matter what happens, you’ll find out this time. I’ll make sure that you’re the first to know. I won’t make you wait eight years again.”

I smiled and then placed my hands on his waist, pulling him in for a hug. We held each other and for a moment, I felt so safe, like nothing in the world could hurt me. But it was only a moment and like all things in life, it came to an end.

“I’ll see you soon,” Alex said.

Then he leaned forward, kissing me on the cheek. After that, he turned and unlocked the office door, making his way back out into the hallway.

I quickly wiped the tears from my cheeks and did my best to pick up the mess we had made in the office. Then I walked quickly back out to the main area of the restaurant, hoping to catch another glimpse of Alex before he left.

But he was gone, nowhere in sight.

I sighed and then slowly walked back to the table, where William and the girls were still seated.

“Where were you?” William asked. “You’ve been gone forever.”

I smiled and took a seat next to him.

“Sorry, honey,” I said. “Just outside trying to clear my head. A lot on my mind I guess...”

I wonder if I’ll ever hear from Alex again...

T
he time passed slowly after my 10-year high school reunion, where I enjoyed a sexual rendezvous with Alex. All I could think about was that night with him, letting him fuck me in the restaurant manager’s office, while my unknowing husband was in the dining room nearby.

There were fleeting moments when I felt guilty about what I had done, but I honestly didn’t blame myself too much. I had learned that, when I was around Alex, I had no self-control. He brought out a side of me that my husband, William, never could. Alex let me express myself sexually in a way that William didn’t even know how. And although I had cheated on my husband, I still somehow felt that it was justified.

“Where are you now, Alex?” I said to myself, as I hopped out of the shower and looked myself over in the mirror.

William had gone to work and my son, Ryan, was at school, leaving me with the entire house to myself all day. I had already done my yoga and was ready to have a day filled with shopping and relaxing.

As always, though, my thoughts lingered on Alex. It had been three months since I had seen him at the reunion and I couldn’t shake the memory of him. And as I stood there naked in front of the mirror in the bathroom, I immediately thought about the way his cock felt inside of me, as he pounded me from behind while bending me over the desk in the restaurant manager’s office.

Just the thought alone caused my flower to dampen and I brought my fingers to my crotch, lightly touching my clit.

“Oh, Alex,” I whispered.

The fog from my hot shower covered the mirror and I could barely make out my silhouette as I began to masturbate while standing up.

“God, I wish you were here right now,” I said. “Alex...come back home and keep your promise...”

As I spoke, I continued running my finger in circles over my clit, causing waves of pleasure to wash over me. I imagined what it would feel like to have my hands on Alex’s chest as he fucked me missionary style, his military dog tags swinging back and forth in cadence with his thrusts.

My nipples grew hard at the thought and I reached my other hand up, gently squeezing my firm breasts. I closed my eyes and began to pretend that it was Alex fondling my tits, and not me. Then I slipped a finger up inside of my pussy, trying to imagine that it was Alex.

My tiny finger compared to his large shaft felt like a joke, though, and I immediately opened my eyes.

“It’s just not the same,” I said, shaking my head in disappointment.

After taking a deep, frustrated breath, I dried myself off with a towel and stepped back into my bedroom to get dressed. Everything had become a chore for me, because I had begun to compare everything in my life to my experiences with Alex. Sex with my husband was boring compared to sex with Alex. Day to day activities had become mundane when I thought about how much better they would be with Alex by my side. Life itself would have been so much better if the soldier that I loved was actually mine and not the government’s.

Still naked, I walked over to my dresser and slipped on some cute, red-striped panties. Then I made my way over to my closet, grabbing a pair of dark blue jeans and a simple, white t-shirt. I wasn’t in the mood for dressing up and besides, I wasn’t trying to impress anyone anyway.

After getting dressed, I stepped back to my dresser and sprayed on some perfume. Tears began to fill my eyes as I looked at my reflection in the mirror above the dresser. All that I wanted in this entire world was the man that I truly loved and for some reason, the universe wouldn’t let me have him.

I closed my eyes, forcing the tears to squeeze out and begin their journey down my cheeks.

It’s just not fair...

I quickly wiped the tears from my face and then turned away from the mirror. I needed to leave the house and get my day started, otherwise I risked wasting the whole day, depressed and lamenting the way things had worked out for me.

“You’ve got to move on, Lindsey,” I said to myself, trying to shake off the emotion that was inside of me. “You can’t spend your life like this. Alex is gone, off somewhere overseas. You may never see him again. Besides, your life is here, with William and Ryan. Alex has nothing to do with it.”

I spoke to myself, like an inspirational speaker talking to an audience. It was a little pep talk that I gave myself to try to help me get on with my day. I had done it a million times and it never really worked. But at least I tried.

I took another quick glance in the mirror, wiping away the remnants of tears from my cheeks. Then I grabbed my cell phone and purse and headed out the front door to my car. As soon as I jumped up into my SUV, I heard my cell phone ringing from inside of my purse.

“Fuck,” I said, as I turned the key to the ignition and started to back out of the driveway.

Normally, I didn’t mind hearing my phone going off. It was usually either William or one of my girlfriends. But this particular time, I wasn’t really in the mood to talk. So, when I pulled my cell phone out of my purse, I intended on hitting the silence button and ignoring it. But when I saw the unusual number on my caller ID, I had a sudden change of heart and I didn’t know why.

Who is this? I don’t recognize this number at all. Why do I feel compelled to answer?

It was a local area code, but the number itself didn’t look familiar. I normally wouldn’t have answered a number that I didn’t recognize, but something in my heart told me to pick it up. So as I accelerated down the street through my neighborhood, I answered the phone and it held it to my ear.

“Hello?” I said.

Instantly, a woman’s voice spoke up on the other end.

“Is this Lindsey Bogart?”

I pulled the phone away from my face and looked again at the number, attempting to decipher it. Still not knowing, I positioned the cell back against my ear.

“Yes, this is she,” I said.

“Hi, Lindsey,” the woman’s voice continued. “My name is Stacey Williams and I’m a nurse at Central Hospital, downtown.”

Immediately, my stomach dropped and a wave of anxiety shot through me. My hands began to tremble as I spoke.

“Okay...” I said. “What is this about?”

My first thoughts flashed to my son, wondering if he had been hurt. Then immediately I thought about William, with every possible scenario going through my mind.

Car accident? Heart attack?

“Well, first off, let me start by telling you that everything is okay,” the nurse said. “We have a man here who has been transferred from a hospital in Virginia. He’s currently in recovery after a minor surgery and when he woke up, he requested that we call you.”

I immediately pulled the car off to the side of the road and parked.

“Wait, what?” I asked.

The nurse continued.

“Yes, the man’s name is...” she said. “Hold on, let me check my charts.”

I sat behind the wheel, impatiently drumming my fingers on the center console.

What in the hell is this lady talking about?

“Oh, here it is,” she said after a moment. “His name is Alex Parker.”

My mouth dropped immediately.

“Alex Parker?” I whispered. “He’s at your hospital?”

The nurse responded, “Yes, he is. Like I said, he requested that we call you. He wanted you to know he was here. You’re welcome to come visit him.”

“What happened to him?” I asked, with a sudden sense of urgency in my voice. “Why is he in the hospital?”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but because of legal obligations, we are not allowed to discuss a patient’s condition over the phone,” she said. “But you’re welcome to come in and Alex can tell you whatever he pleases.”

I started the car immediately and pulled back onto the road, pointing my car in the direction of the hospital downtown.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll be there soon.”

***

A
s soon as I stepped into the hospital I glanced around, looking for the surgery and recovery wing. A nurse must have seen the confusion on my face, because as soon as she noticed me, she approached.

“Can I help you find something?” she asked.

I nodded eagerly.

“Yes, can you point me towards the recovery area?” I asked.

The nurse pointed down a hallway.

“Follow the blue line that’s painted on the floor. It will take you to the recovery rooms. You’ll have to sign in with the nurse at the desk, though.”

I didn’t hesitate a second. I just said a quick “Thanks,” and then began walking hurriedly down the hallway. After a few seconds, I approached a desk with a nurse in purple scrubs sitting behind it.

“I’m looking for Alex Parker,” I said. “Do you know where he is?”

The nurse smiled warmly and nodded her head.

“Of course,” she said. “Recovery Room 4. He’ll be ready to leave any moment, actually. His surgery went well.”

Then she paused for a second, looking me over.

“You must be Lindsey,” she commented.

I looked at her and cocked my head to the side, slowly nodding in agreement.

“Alex has been talking about you nonstop since he woke up from anesthesia,” the nurse said.

A smiled crossed my face immediately.

“Really?!” I asked, with surprise in my voice.

The nurse nodded. “Yes. He’ll be happy to see you, I’m sure.”

“Thank you,” I said.

Then I turned and walked away from the desk, making my way to Room 4. When I got there, I stopped at the door.

Oh, my God, Alex...

I feared the worse. I had no idea what to expect on the other side of that door and I immediately imagined the possible tragedies of war, like a horrible burn or a missing limb.

After a second, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

“Alex...” I whispered.

He was laying on the bed, shirtless and his arms above his head. His muscular torso was laid out before me. His black hair was brushed to the side and little bit unkempt, reminding me of how he looked when he was younger. Covering his face was a thick black beard, untrimmed but rugged looking. The moment he heard the door open, he brought his gaze to me and I watched his blue eyes light up.

“Lindsey,” he said, smiling. “Jesus Christ, what took you so long?”

I dropped my purse on the floor and ran across the room. At the same time, Alex sat up in the bed and held his arms open. I ran up to him and we embraced each other tightly.