Perfect Soldier: The Complete Story (5-Part BBW Military Romance Novel) (3 page)

Chapter
Five

Catherine

I spent the rest of my shift in something like a
dreamy haze. I continued serving customers of course, but my mind was
elsewhere. Would I actually go through with this? What if I called and Colt
didn’t answer? He’d had plenty of time to change his mind, and so had I. Was
this really a good idea?

But while half of me was questioning whether it was
a good idea, the other half went on fantasizing. The man looked like a complete
sex machine, and I had to admit to myself that it had been quite a while since
I’d been with anyone. With the stress of school and my job, the parking ticket,
and now finals just around the corner, I was on the edge of a nervous
breakdown. Maybe this was exactly the kind of stress release I needed. I just
hoped that Colt was still game.

It was about fifteen minutes from the end of my
shift when I headed to the backroom to send Colt a preliminary text. I didn’t
want to sound too eager, so I sent something casual. Even though my body wanted
him, it’s not like I was going to be heartbroken if this didn’t happen.
Disappointed, of course, but not heartbroken.
We still on for tonight?

A few minutes later he texted back.
Yes
. A
minute later came a second text with the address. It hadn’t really dawned on me
earlier that I’d need to pick him up, but it all sort of made sense to me now.
He had literally just come back to the United States and since he’d decided to
travel with Tyson and Garrett, didn’t have a chance to pick up his car or truck
or whatever. The address was actually pretty close by. A friend of mine lived
over near that part of town, so I was relatively familiar with it.

I walked out into the back parking lot to my car.
The inside was absolutely freezing and it took a while for the heat to really
come on full blast. But something about driving these roads late at night was
invigorating. I was on my way off to meet a boy for the first time in a long
time, and a very attractive one at that. It almost felt like being a teenager
again, sneaking around like this for a hook-up, a little one-time fling. I
wasn’t getting my hopes up for anything more than that. By the time I pulled
onto the street that Colt had texted me, I had actually kind of warmed up to
the idea of no-strings-attached fun.

And then I saw him standing there, pacing the
sidewalk out in front of what I guessed was Garrett’s parent’s house. I pulled
the car over and smiled as soon as I made eye contact with him through the
slightly frosted window of the passenger door. He opened it and slid inside,
closing the door in one fluid motion.

“I could have texted you,” I said. “You didn’t have
to wait outside in the cold.”

“I don’t mind,” said Colt. “I actually kind of like
it. I miss it after being gone for so long.”

“So, what do you want to do?” I asked somewhat
awkwardly.

Let’s face it, there’s no really smooth way to
operate in this sort of situation between relative strangers.

“This might be strange to say, but I’m actually kind
of hungry. Is there anywhere to eat around here late at night?” asked Colt.

It was kind of a surprising question, admittedly,
but I was absolutely starving at this point. I hadn’t eaten a thing since
before class and didn’t get a break my entire shift at the bar. I also assumed
I’d be needing all my energy for what was about to happen next.

“Sure,” I laughed. “I could go for a bite. I know of
a diner nearby. Pretty good food, all things considered.”

“Alright, sounds good to me,” said Colt.

I looked over at him and gave a small smile. This
was nice. It would give me a chance to talk to him and get to know him a bit
more. I was starting to feel better about my decision to follow through and meet
with Colt tonight.

***

Inside the diner was warm and comforting, the scent
of fried food and Southern living. Maybe it was the fact that I was absolutely
ravenous with hunger, but there was nowhere else in the world I’d rather be for
the moment. We picked a booth, preferring a bit of privacy for our conversation
– not that the bar was particularly crowded seeing as it was past 2 A.M. A
waitress came over and took a drink order.

“I’ll have a Diet Coke, please. With a lemon,” I
said, perusing the menu as I spoke.

“Coffee for me, black,” said Colt.

The waitress walked away slowly, clearly tired as
she reached the end of her shift. I couldn’t blame her, really. I’d had that
exhausted feeling many times before. But tonight I felt energetic, electric
even. It must have been Colt’s presence that made me feel this way.

“What do you usually get here?” asked Colt.

“I don’t know, it’s been awhile. Usually a
cheeseburger. Omelet if it’s around breakfast,” I said.

“I think I’m going to order a steak,” said Colt, still
looking at the menu.

“2 A.M. steak dinner, huh?” I said, giving him a
teasing sort of wink.

“Sounds pretty damn good to me right now.”

“It sounds good to me, too. I think I’ll do the
same.”

Normally, I wouldn’t be doing something like this.
Eating a big dinner right before bed wasn’t my thing, and I’m sure I would have
fainted if I’d seen the calorie count. But I promised myself that I wouldn’t
worry about that. The night was going well so far, why question myself now? It
felt good to act impulsively, to improvise. I was ready for the night to take
me wherever it would. No second-guessing and no regrets.

The waitress came back and took our orders. It was
at this point that I expected the night to devolve into an awkward silence. We
were basically total strangers, after all. But the silence never came. Colt was
easy to talk to and soon I found myself completely spilling all my secret
worries and cherished hopes. Currently, I was in the process of telling him
about my classes and my plans to eventually go to vet school.

“So you take two classes
and
work a job?”
asked Colt.

“Yup,” I said, taking a sip of my Diet Coke, finding
myself chewing on the straw, a bad nervous habit of mine.

“Damn. How many hours a week are you bartending?” he
asked.

“Depends on the week, usually something like 40-50
hours. I typically only have Mondays off,” I said.

“That’s intense, no wonder you’re stressed.”

“Yeah. I mean, I can’t complain though. People are
lucky to have any job these days, and sure, I’d love to be able to take more
classes to get into veterinarian school sooner, but that’s not an option with
money the way that it is.”

“How long before you enroll in vet school?”

“Well, if I keep taking classes at this current
rate, probably two years,” I said.

“What if you were enrolled as a full-time student?”
he asked.

“I could probably apply after next semester if that
were the case. It’s frustrating to think how far off it is, but I just have to
keep telling myself it’s worth the effort.”

“Why do you want to be a veterinarian?”

“There’s not much to it really. I love animals and I
know other people love their pets, too, so I’d like to be able to help them
out. That might sound silly or idealistic, but…”

“No, it doesn’t. I think it sounds great. That’s a
great reason, I think. Do you have any pets?”

“Unfortunately, I don’t. No time to take care of
one. I want a puppy so bad, though.”

Just then the waitress came back to our table, the
steam rising off the sizzling steaks. We were the only people in the
restaurant, so they’d been cooked perfectly to order. I took one bite and the
medium-rare goodness melted in my mouth.

“I’m so glad you suggested this,” I said, taking
another bite immediately after.

“I’m glad you invited me out tonight,” said Colt,
taking the moment to look into my eyes and hold them there for a long second.

I smiled to myself and looked down at the table,
suddenly feeling shy again. Was there something more going on here? This didn’t
feel like the prelude to a hookup, it felt like something else entirely. We sat
there eating for a while longer. I dipped my French fries in the juices from
the steak. So damn good, this was exactly the type of meal I needed after a
long stressful day.

By the time we left the diner, I’d all but forgotten
about the speeding ticket I’d received earlier in the night. That was all Colt.
When I was around him, talking to him, everything else that worried me didn’t
seem to matter. And if it hadn’t been clear before, it was clear now:
Colt
was spending the night with me. And that was exactly how I wanted it
.

Chapter
Six

Colton

As I sat beside Cat on the way home, I couldn’t help
but think I was the luckiest man in the world at this very moment. Not only was
Cat physically stunning, but she had everything else one could ask for. She was
kind and sweet, intelligent and driven.

Yet she humble, too. She downplayed just how hard
her life had become as she juggled the demands of both her job and college
classes. She deserved a man in her life, a good man who could help her shoulder
that burden, who could help free her up to pursue her dreams.

Maybe I could be that man, I thought to myself. But
it wasn’t like I had the money for it. My Army stipend and benefits were
decent, but not enough to pay for college or anything. But I could at least be
there for emotional support, be there cheering her on, giving her a place to
rest her head after a long day.

But my own life wasn’t exactly settled at the
moment. I was headed to Vegas for the time being, but after a week or so that
little adventure would be over. Then it was back to real life. Realistically, I
probably had a few months left before I’d be shipped back overseas for another
tour.

I was probably getting ahead of myself though. I
liked Cat, but I didn’t know that she felt the same about me. Maybe she was
just in it for the one-night stand. That was, after all, the original
arrangement. Had our meal together helped her to change her mind? I know it had
changed mine.

I looked over at her sitting next to me and she
smiled, somewhat nervously it seemed. I gave her a reassuring smile back, one
that told her I was glad to be here with her, ecstatic about the opportunity to
spend the night together, to explore her curvy body and give her the physical
attention she deserved.

There was no denying how much I wanted her. I
couldn’t wait to get to her apartment and into her bedroom, where I would watch
her shed layer after layer of her clothes until she was completely naked, and
then…

The thought of it alone made me hard. I could barely
wait a minute longer. If I’d been driving I would have pulled over and taken
her right on the side of the road in the backseat of the car. I wanted her that
badly right now, wanted to feel her push those curves up on me, to feel that
big ass bumping up against my thighs are I thrust inside her.

I was heated just thinking about it. Were similar
things running through her mind right now? I sat there beside her wondering.
Was she undressing me in her mind, unbuttoning my pants to get at my cock,
already hard with thoughts of her naked body? Perhaps she was. She looked over
and gave me a dirty wink. She
definitely
was. I laughed silently to
myself. Damn, was I ever a lucky man to have stumbled across this girl. I’d
gone into a bar for a couple celebratory drinks and ended up having a sleepover
with one hell of a curvy bombshell.

I noticed just then that we were pulling into an
apartment complex. We were finally there; the long wait was over. I felt my
heart beating harder and faster, anticipating the moments just ahead. This was
it. I looked over once more at Cat before unbuckling my seatbelt and opening my
door. There was no question Cat was a passionate woman, but was she as
passionate in bed as she was about her goals in life? I was about to find out.
It felt damn good to be back in America, especially when I was being welcomed
home by a woman like this.

Chapter
Seven

Catherine

We pulled into my apartment complex, silent and
pondering the moments ahead. Neither of us said anything for a long while, even
after I’d parked and we were walking through the frigid air to the warmth of my
apartment. I reached out and grabbed Colt’s hand, a small gesture of intimacy,
as I led him to the apartment. There was no turning back now. Quite frankly, I
was glad for that. There was only one way I wanted this night to end.

His hand still in mine, I brought him up the stairs,
comfortably silent as we climbed. I fumbled with my keys momentarily, a slight
resurgence of my nervousness from earlier. Soon we were inside my apartment,
where the silence went from comfortable to awkward – until Colt kissed me that
is.

Suddenly, without any warning signs, I was in his
arms. Our bodies pressed together, he brought his face down to mine. I closed
my eyes tightly, parting my lips slightly in expectation. And then I was
immersed in the hot wetness of a deep kiss, our mouths locked. I sucked
sensuously on his lower lip, giving a slight bite, sexy as I could make it. My
blood boiled, my body starting to get hot. I could feel his passion, could
practically taste just how much he wanted this and how long he had waited for
it.

Our tongues mingled, gently and then furiously, his
hands roving all over my body, stopping here and there to offer a passionate
squeeze or pinch, or pulling me closer to him, deeper into his muscular arms.
It was an embrace that made me sigh with relief, knowing that I’d made the
right decision, thankful that I’d had been bold enough earlier in the night to
go after what I wanted and also that I’d had the courage to follow through.

After pushing through those first awkward moments, I
felt something beginning to develop with Colt. It became clearer and clearer as
we stood there, hands all over each other, making out in the front hallway of
my apartment. He squeezed my ass right then with both hands, pulling me up and
into him, bringing me against the hard cock I could feel growing in his jeans.

DAMN! He was big and he was ready to go – and I’d be
lying if I said this didn’t turn me on. Finally, I had a man here who took
control, who took what he wanted, when he wanted it. He picked me up in his
arms and moved me over to the couch in the living room of the apartment, laying
me down gently before practically pouncing on top of me.

Now we were back at it again, sucking at each
other’s mouths, tongues wet and warm, playing with each other. I never dreamed
of this type of subtlety and depth in the mere act of a kiss. And yet here was
Colt, driving me wild with each touch, nearly worshipping my body with the
movement of his hands. I felt him draw a long line with his fingers as he moved
them from my ass up to my chest, sneaking them slowly under my blouse.

I got up from the couch slightly, reaching back to
snap my bra clasp so I could feel the tough skin of Colt’s calloused hands
against my tender nipples. Maybe that sounds strange, but to my mind there’s
something incredibly sexy about that, the feeling in a man’s hands that he’s no
stranger to hard work. It showed me who Colt was – a man who was tough to the
outside world, but tender with a woman. It was this pleasing contrast that
drove me wild with desire.

But perhaps secretly, I wanted him to be a bit rough
with me as well. With these thoughts I realized I was unconsciously gyrating
beneath him, gyrating against the feeling of that rock-hard bulge that had
built up in his jeans. He grinded back as his hand danced across my nipple,
moving his fingers teasingly before cupping my breast in a moment on passion.
Oh, how much longer would we bother keeping our clothes on? It seemed so
pointless by now. Both of us just wanted the other. I almost wondered if we
would even bother moving to the bedroom.

I felt a slight tug on my blouse, and I reached
down, getting up slightly so I could pull it up over my head. I let my bra
slide off slowly, looking up innocently at Colt only to find mad desire in his
eyes. He buried his face between my gorgeous breasts. I wrapped my hands around
his head, pulling at his short, cropped hair as I held him against me. He
cupped a breast in each hand and brought my nipples to his mouth, sucking and
licking each one in turn. Finally, a man who appreciate my curves, I thought.

But soon my thoughts grew less comprehensible as I
became immersed in the present act. He drove me wild, his tongue heightening my
sensitivity. Emitting a breathy moan I threw my head back against the couch. I
didn’t believe I could want him any more in that moment than I already did, but
each lick sent my lust rocketing sky high.

For the first time, I noticed how wet I had already
grown – and Colt hadn’t even touched me there. But just as soon as I realized
this, I became fixated on his cock, obsessed even. I wanted him inside me,
fucking me hard, giving me all he had.

Colt wanted the same thing, and he was getting
ready, shedding layer after layer of clothes. His jacket lay on the floor; I
looked up as he unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt before ripping it off over
his head, standing above me with that big, broad chest. I gushed, closing my
eyes as if it was too much for me to see. He was so damn fit, so toned and muscular
– I almost felt I’d orgasm with the skin of his ripped upper body pressed
directly against mine.

Now he undid his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it
through the loops of his jeans. Suddenly, I realized what my own hands were
doing, finding myself unzipping and sliding my own jeans off of my hips,
exposing my thick thighs and voluptuous ass. Hesitation, insecurity,
embarrassment didn’t run through my mind for a single second. I knew by Colt’s
touch that he loved my body just how it was, that my curves turned him on, that
the mere thought of my ass bumping up against him as he fucked me sent his
heart racing and made his huge dick throb with desire.

I could see that now as his jeans fell to the floor;
a throbbing bulge, his big package waiting for me. I grabbed the band of his
boxer-briefs and pulled him over towards me, wetting my lips with a little lick
and giving him a wink. When he was closer I pulled them down gently, his cock
bobbing as I loosed it from the confines of his boxer shorts. I clasped my hand
around it, giving it a little jerk, my hand moving up and down the shaft in
easy, pleasing motion, pulling him closer to me so that I could put him inside
my mouth.

As Colt came close to me, I licked my
lips once again, my mouth wet, the deepest lust permeating my body as I took
his cock into my mouth. Lying there, my head laid back on the couch cushion and
turned in his direction, I sucked slowly and gently. He stood by the couch, his
hips moving in rhythmic fashion, easing in and out of my mouth as my tongue
rolled around his big head. Even with my tongue I could feeling him pulsing,
every throbbing vein noticeable as I pursed my mouth around his cock.

He stayed gentle for a while, but kept
pushing more deeply until I could feel him at the back of my throat. Soon he
was pushing even further, I relaxed my throat as best I could, but his gigantic
cock had me gagging. I fucking loved it. Then he started ramming himself into
my throat harder, I moaned as I sucked. Then my body shook, a bright new energy
shooting through me as I felt his fingers inside me.

I glanced down and saw him moving his
hand beneath my panties, his fingers dipping into the warm wetness that had
grown between my legs. I tried to concentrate on pleasing him, going fast and
slow, my mouth working the tip as I jerked on his shaft or gave a gentle
squeeze to his balls. But it was hard to concentrate with those fingers pushing
inside me, even more difficult when he moved up to my clit, massaging in slow,
circular motions before going faster, and faster, and FASTER!

I swore I would come right then and
there, it was almost too much for my aching body. I lay backwards moaning on
the couch as he touched me in just the right way. Even I didn’t know my body
this well. I kept trying to suck him off, to give him a blowjob, slickening
that fat cock with my mouth’s saliva. But it was impossible to give him what he
needed like this, with him pleasuring me in a way that made concentration
something absolutely beyond my ability.

Moaning loudly, I felt him push his
fingers back inside me as his thumb rubbed my clit. I grinded on his fingers,
trying to get him to push them deeper. But in doing so I signaled what I really
wanted from him: his gigantic cock parting my folds, nearly breaking me in half
with his size. It’d been so long since I’d been with anyone, I knew I was
tight, but that didn’t change the fact that I wanted it hard and deep.
Give
it to me!
I thought.

It was then that Colt took his cock from
my mouth, slick with my saliva and glistening. The wetness between my legs was
pure insanity and seeing him standing over me, his huge dick erect and pulsing,
it was hard to wait a moment longer. I looked up at him, then closed my eyes,
moaning as if to beg him to shove his cock inside me. He looked down then
slowly slid my panties completely off. I lifted my legs up, making it easier.
And once I was completely naked, I spread my legs for him, letting him know I
was ready to be fucked as hard as he liked.

Colt kneeled down on top of me on the
couch, his hands pushing my thighs apart. I arched my back, waiting, waiting,
waiting…
for his cock inside me
. Then I emitted a loud moan, feeling the
delightful pain of being stretched by Colt’s enormous cock. I gasped after that
first thrust, my breathing shortened and my senses heightened as my folds
enveloped his cock.

I hadn’t expected this –
to be filled
up so completely
. Hours ago at the bar I had no idea what was ahead, no
sense that a mild flirtation would turn into a sensual invitation that would
commence such a passionate and hot fuck. Those gentle thrusts still caused the
slightest pain, my pussy so tight. I could tell Colt was holding back, sensing
that he was pushing my body to its max. I tapped him softly on the shoulder,
getting his attention. I brought my mouth up towards his ear and have it a
little nibbling, bite.

“You can go harder if you want to…” I whispered.