The Soldier's Lady (13 page)

"What are you doing baby?"

"I'm
at the mall trying to find something nice for tonight."

"Tonight,
we're not going out we're staying in." I changed the phone from one ear to
the other so I could get my military ID for the guy behind the airport counter.

"I
know but I'm trying to find some nice lingerie."

"You know I don't need all that extra shit.
Just wear one of my old tee shirts that you like to sleep in. Shit’s gonna be
on the floor two seconds after I walk through the door anyway."

The week was finally up
and I was headed home. The Skype sex had grown stale fast, shit just made me
hungrier. On top of that, last night when I’d called she was looking a little
long in the mouth. When I asked her what the fuck had happened to her she said
her mom had called. She didn’t need to say more than that for me to know the
other woman had said or done some fucked up shit. I still haven’t decided how I
was going to deal with her and her bullshit. From what I can gather she likes
to play Melissa and her sister Lisa against each other.

The sister seems to be cool from what Melissa
says, but mom can’t help throwing her up to my girl. Her latest thing was that
she was taking Lisa to some high society do this weekend. “Did you want to go
baby?”

“No
not really, it’s just that it would be nice to be asked you know?”

“We’re seeing my folks this weekend anyway baby
remember?” She smiled at that and seemed to feel a little better. The rest of
the conversation was about some surprise she was all excited about. As long as
she was happy I was happy. “I’ll see you in a couple hours baby.” We hung up
and I got ready to board my flight.

She was asleep when I got
in that night. My flight had been delayed and then laid over for hours and I
had no way of reaching her since we were stuck on the damn runway. Poor baby
she was asleep on the couch. There was food covered on the table and unlit
candles. I stood over her just sucking her in. I ran my finger through her hair
gently as she sighed in her sleep. Bending over I picked her up in my arms even
as my mouth came down on hers.

She awakened with my tongue in her mouth and her
arms came around my neck. “I missed you baby.” I started moving towards the
stairs my only thought to get her flat on her back as soon as possible.

MELISSA

"Caleb put me
down." And isn't it amazing that I have a man who can pick me up and cart
me around like nothing? I’d fallen asleep waiting for him. A check with the
airline had shown the delay and lay over so I’d stopped worrying but it just
made the waiting that much harder.

Being awakened in his
arms like this was better than anything I could’ve imagined though. And the way
he held me so tight as if he was trying to bond our flesh together almost
brought me to tears. “Captain come on put me down I’m too heavy.”

 
"Nope, open." I wrapped my legs
around him, which caused his tee shirt to ride up higher around my hips. I’d
foregone the lingerie in deference to his orders after all. Though I did pick
up some nice stuff to torture him with later.

"I see you followed
instructions, good girl." The next thing I knew, my back was pressed
against the wall, and his fingers were going to town, while he covered my mouth
with his again. My already wet and greedy little Mel was weeping into his palm
as he sunk those long callused digits of his home.

"Fuck babe."
He growled as I felt his knuckles rub against my sweet button as he unzipped
his jeans and released all that gorgeous cock meat. I felt the heat of it
against my ass as he sought entrance.

“Hold on baby I can’t
wait sorry.” He plunged into me as he buried his face in my neck. I held on
tight as he tried to kill me against the wall stroking into me harder and
deeper with each thrust.

CALEB

"Can't get deep
enough this way I want you from behind babe." I let her down off the wall
where I'd had her pinned and helped her to her hands and knees. We’d made it as
far as the upstairs landing with the bedroom just a few feet away.

"Get rid of
this." This was my tee shirt that she was wearing for bed. It's like I'd
told her, she didn't need all that lingerie shit but it was good that she’d
thought of pleasing her man. Too bad I'm a caveman who didn't want anything
between his dick and the pussy. The sight of her round full ass made me drool.
"Fuck babe I don't know if to hit the pussy or fuck your sweet ass. What
the fuck we'll do both." I sunk my heavy cock into her sweet as fuck pussy
while I grabbed the flesh of her ass.

“I’m not gonna last long
this first time baby so stay with me.” I reached beneath her for her nipples
and rolled them between my fingers as I slammed into her from behind. “I’ll do
you nice and slow next babe okay.” She just nodded her head as she pushed back
and spread wider accepting my powerful thrusts into her body. It wasn’t long
before we were both cumming and I had to renew my mark that was fading from her
neck.

Picking her up again I
took her to our bed where I took my time saying hello to my woman properly.
Soft kisses and whispered words of how much we’d missed each other were shared
as I held her close.

“I have something for
you.” She pulled away and jumped off the bed going to the closet. She returned
with what looked like a thin book and knelt at my feet as I sat on the side of
the bed.

“What’s this sweetheart?” I started to open it
but she held it closed before taking my face in her hands.

“I
love you Caleb McNamara.” There was a fine sheen of tears in her eyes as she
said it.

“I know baby, I love you
too.” I kissed her and turned back to her offering.

“I’ll leave you alone
while you look.” She stood and left the room for the bathroom where I heard her
turn on the water in the tub. My heart seized from the first page. She’d made
an album for me of herself. She looked amazing in the shots, each one more
beautiful than the last. It must’ve taken her a tremendous amount of courage to
do this. I understood the gift she had given to me and in that moment I loved
her even more. “Thank you baby.” I wiped the lone tear from my cheek as I went
after my girl.

CALEB

After a night spent
getting reacquainted with my woman which took damn near the whole night and
into the early morning we had to get ready for the night. I was timing it so
we’d arrive in time for the party that my parents were having. As I said the
visit was twofold.

“I have to be at the
salon in twenty minutes I’ll never make it.” She was bustling around the room
looking for her shoes. Apparently she was going to get herself dolled up for
the occasion. I don’t know what was supposed to be wrong with the way she
looked now but what the fuck do I know?

“What is it that you plan on doing to yourself
anyway?”

“Nothing
much just having my hair styled and maybe a Brazilian wax. I’m still on the
fence on that one though.”

“Having
what done to your hair?”

“Nothing Caleb just washed and styled.”

“Fine just no cutting, I
like it just as it is.” She rolled her eyes and fished her shoe out from under
a box in the closet. I guess she didn’t know that a man like myself stayed on
top of shit like that. I’ve been grooming her ever so gently into the way our
life was going to be little by little. As time goes on she’ll realize that the
captain wasn’t just that on the battlefield but intended to be that in our
marriage as well. It’s who I am, or who I’ve become since finding and falling
in love with her.

Being away from her this
last week had brought home some hard truths for me. This relationship thing was
about more than being together with the woman you love. It was about making
sure that every aspect of her life was taken care of. Part of her confidence
comes from knowing that she’s got her man at her back to fuck shit up if it
needs to be. My job is to see that she stays fucking happy, that we stay happy
together and the only way I know to do that is to stay on top of shit.

That evening as we
pulled up to the gates with her hand held in mine I felt the first twitch of
surprise when her fingers jumped. The official crest on the gate was her first
clue that something was a little different I guess. “Caleb?” I just squeezed
her hand as we drove through the gates. There were already a good number of
cars here which I’m sure mom was gonna bitch about. She’s one of those ‘we
should greet the guests as a family together’ types. No matter that I’m a grown
man who doesn’t live in their world anymore.

I parked in the garage
next to dad’s car and left our bags for later as I took her in through the back
instead of the front where the other guests were arriving. She was already
nervous and clutched my hand like a lifeline. Maybe I shouldn’t have chosen
this occasion to do this. “Good evening Mr. Caleb so nice of you to come home.”
I turned to the old reprobate who was scolding me in a roundabout way.

“Good evening Jarvis
still standing I see.” I hugged the old man who’d been with my family forever.
When I was younger he was my father’s chauffeur, then when he got too old for
that mom put him in the house and claimed he was the butler. I have no idea
what he’s supposed to be these days because as far as I know all he’s done in
the last ten years is sit around with mom gossiping. I guess between the two of
them they keep my old man grounded.

“Your mama’s been
checking back here every half a minute looking for you. I finally told her to
go tend to her guests and I’ll do stake out duty. Just like the old days hey
boy.” He slapped my back but his eyes weren’t on me. “Jarvis this is my girl
Melissa, Melissa this is Jarvis my coconspirator.” The two of them shook hands
and Jarvis was beaming like an idiot. When he started to regale her with
stories of my misspent youth it was time to go. “I’ll see you later Jarvis I
better go see mom and dad.”

She had relaxed a little
after her talk with Jarvis but as soon as she saw the room full of people in
their evening dress she tensed up again. “It’s okay baby you look beautiful.”
She did too in her floor length navy colored ball gown. I’d tried to find
something to put around her shoulders since the damn thing was backless and
strapless and what the fuck. But of course there was nothing to go over it and
she claimed it was the only appropriate thing she had to wear. See why a man
has to stay on top of his woman’s shit?

They’d done something with her hair too that
made it sparkle with pearls or some shit that matched the top of her dress. She
looked hot which I’d told her innumerous times already. Dad saw us first and
made his way across the room to us. “Caleb your father is…”

“He’s just a man babe don’t freak. Good evening
governor, I see mom corralled you into a monkey suit.”

“Boy you know I look
good, don’t be jealous.” He pulled me in for a hug and a kiss on each cheek
before setting me away to study me like I was sixteen again. “I forgot what
your face looked like it’s been so long.” I shook my head at him because he was
lying
his ass off. “It’s only been a few months.”

“And you must be the beautiful Melissa I’ve been
hearing so much about?” He turned to my girl giving her the once over.

“Dad
this is my fiancé Melissa, Melissa my dad Clayton McNamara.” He pulled her in
for a hug and kiss as well but didn’t let go.”

“Hands
off my woman go find yours.”

“You always were a selfish child.”

Melissa hadn’t said a
single word throughout this whole exchange and I was beginning to wonder if
she’d gone into shock. Dad understanding the situation set about trying to put
her at ease. I kept my arm wrapped around her for comfort as she finally opened
up and started answering his questions. She’s probably going to give me hell
later for not telling her but I knew she would’ve worried herself to death if
I’d told her before hand. This way she could see for herself that they were
just ordinary people.

“Where’s mom?”

“She went upstairs with your godmother and some
of their friends a minute ago. Here they come now.” Mom didn’t exactly screech
when she caught sight of us but it was close. She made a beeline for us but
instead of greeting her son she went straight for her new daughter in law. “Oh
my word Caleb she’s gorgeous, those pictures didn’t do her justice.” They
started talking in a language I didn’t understand, about dress designers and
hairstyles and what the fuck ever as dad and I watched.

“I’m taking her to meet the others you two catch
up.”

“Mom…”

“Oh
hush Caleb she’s perfectly fine with me.” And off she went dragging poor
Melissa with her. When she looked back over her shoulder at me I just gave her
the ‘you’ll be ok’ sign, I’m sure mom would take care of her.

MELISSA

I’m going to kill Caleb
McNamara. No wonder his name had seemed so familiar when we first met, I just
never put two and two together. I’m not the most in the know person when it
comes to politics and stuff like that. And even tough my family were members of
certain circles mom’s prejudice had kept me out of their midst. I knew of the
McNamara’s of course, who didn’t? So I know they were rich before the father
became governor of the state in the last election three years ago.

His mom was talking but
truth be told I wasn’t hearing a word because my ears were still ringing. I’d
never thought to ask Caleb anything more about his family than what he’d shared
and he’d never let on. “Relax child my son told me he wasn’t going to tell you
about us before we met and though I didn’t understand his reasoning at the time
I figured he knew best. Now you just relax, you’re a part of our family now no
need to be tense.”

Easy for you to say
lady; Caleb’s mom Lydia was amazingly beautiful for a woman who had to be in
her sixties. She wasn’t much taller than me with a slender build. My first
thoughts were of my mom and how she would be embarrassed by me, but this woman
didn’t seem to mind that I wasn’t a size two as she showed me off to her
friends. In fact there were a few women here who were my size and some a little
bigger. They were beautiful and didn’t seem to have the same anxiety I was
beginning to have being in the midst of all this high society.

I was more than a little
surprised when she kept introducing me as her new daughter in law with so much
pride in her voice. It was almost too much to take in at once. These women
weren’t interested in my weight or eating habits or any of the other things I’d
built up in my head from the way mom had always made it seem my weight was
always going to be an issue if she took me along with her and my sister. I
could’ve cried at the way they carried on when Lydia told them I owned my own
florist or as she put it the quaintest little shop in town.

People were asking me
for business cards and wanting to know if I did weddings and other occasions.
Pretty soon I forgot to be nervous and just enjoyed the attention. That could
have something to do with the glass of champagne Lydia had forced into my hand
at the beginning of the introductions. Whatever it was I was glad for it.

As the evening wore on
and more guests started to arrive I was finally settled. Caleb had snatched me
from his mother and her friends when his godmother Marcia tried talking me into
posing for her magazine. “Caleb why didn’t you tell me your godmother owned
that magazine when I mentioned it to you weeks ago?”

“You’re not posing for any magazine so what
difference does it make?”

“But
Caleb it’s not lingerie she said it would be evening gowns and formal wear just
like I’m wearing right now.” He gave me the stink eye and his jaw started doing
that twitching thing it does when he’s not happy but I wasn’t about to let up.
I was kind of excited at the idea of being in that magazine.