What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (183 page)

I put my hands on his face. His cheeks felt damp from his tears. “G, please don’t cry. We need to stop hurting each other. We were both in pain and handled it very differently. You tried to feel with tattoo needles, and I tried to feel with alcohol and men. Neither of which are healthy.”

“Come home with me,” I whispered. “I need you to hold me tonight. Even if that is all we do, it is enough just to be in your arms.” He looked into my eyes and nodded his head. I took him by the hand, and we walked slowly back to Danny’s and headed straight to my apartment. We didn’t say a word to each other, but I didn’t need words. I had him.

Once we got into my apartment I showed him around and went into the kitchen. I needed a stiff drink. I pulled out a vodka bottle and two shot glasses. He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me tight. I leaned my head back onto his chest and he took a deep breath. “Ah. . . . That smell. . . I’ve missed your smell,” he said in my ear.

That was all I needed to hear. I swung around and wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. He took a few steps forward and lifted me onto the kitchen counter. Our innocent kiss quickly turned passionate. My tongue jetted into his mouth. I moved to his ear and gently nibbled on it.

I reached for his pants to unbutton them. I couldn’t stop myself. There was no way I was not making love to him tonight. At first he froze, and I felt his body tense up.

“It’s ok, Baby,” I said. “Please let me.”

I felt his body slowly let go of the tension. He picked me up off the counter and carried me into my bedroom. He tentatively laid me down on the bed. He was being so gentle and cautious, treating me as if I was a virgin. He sat on the edge of the bed. I slowly began to remove his shirt.

“No,” he said as a single tear ran down his cheek.

He stopped me, “Leila, there is something I need to tell you,” his voice was shaking.

I looked up at him the expression on his face was that of embarrassment.

“What is it?”

“You remember at the wedding when you asked me if I had hurt myself?”

“Yeah, you said you pulled a muscle,” I said. “Well, that’s not exactly what happened. I was in a pretty bad accident in Afghanistan a couple of years ago.

“An accident? What kind of accident?” I quickly glanced down at his leg. “How bad?” I asked frantically.

He took a deep breath. “When I was in Afghanistan my convoy was sent out and the truck I was driving ran over a buried IED, and it exploded.

“It exploded!” I gasped.

“The bomb went off on my side of the truck I got the worst of it. I had to be pulled from the truck by the Navy Corpsman that was riding with us. My leg was badly injured and he had to resuscitate me several times.” He paused trying to gather his thoughts. “I owe him my life. He kept me alive until the medivac arrived and airlifted me to the base.”

I put my fingers over his lips. “Show me,” I said as my voice quaked.

He slowly pulled his shirt off, and I ran my hands over his arms. As I reached the back side of his right arm, I felt deep scars. “Oh G,” I whispered. I moved closer to him and lightly kissed his scars. I felt his body stiffen at my touch. “Does it hurt?”

He shook his head. “No,” came out in barely a whisper.

“And your leg? Does it have the same type of scarring?”

He lowered his head. “The doctor’s had to amputate part of my leg.”

I now felt the tears rolling down my cheeks. “Amputated?” I said hoarsely trying to choke back the tears.

I slowly climbed off the bed and crouched down in front of him. I slowly pull up his right pant leg to see a prosthetic leg. “How much did they have to amputate?

“Just below the knee.”

“Can I see? I asked softly.

He hesitated for a minute. “Only my doctor’s and my parents have seen my leg without the prosthesis.”

“Please,” I whispered.

He closed his eyes and exhaled. Nodding he pulled up his pant leg.

“Do you need my help?”

“No, I got it,” he said.

As I sat on my bedroom floor, my mind began to race. How could this have happened? Not one person even thought to call me and let me know about his accident? I always thought his mother and I had a great relationship. She still sends me birthday and Christmas cards, for Christ’s sake. There were a million questions running through my head. I wanted to ask him each and every one of them. But instead, I sat quietly and watched.

He stood up and slid his pants down taking his left leg out first and sitting back down on the bed. “Here, let me,” I insisted. Pulling the right pant leg off and setting his jeans on the bed. He slid a thick plastic sleeve that went up to his thigh down over his knee and pulled his leg from the prosthetic leg. I watched him intently and noticed his hands were shaking. He glanced at me smiling nervously. He continued by removing two socks and then what he called a liner for his skin. I was trying so hard to hold back my tears. It broke my heart to see him this way.

I stood up holding my hand out to him. He stood trying to get his footing. He took my hand and pulled me toward him catching me completely off guard. Wrapping his arms around me, he squeezed me tightly, pressing his lips forcefully up against mine jutting his tongue into my mouth.

He was breathing heavily, and I could feel his chest heaving against my body. He spun me around and pushed me onto the bed. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I had seen this look in his eyes before, it was pure lust, and I knew exactly what he wanted. My heart began to race as I swallowed hard. The truth was, I was scared shitless. This was all I ever wanted but now that he was here I couldn’t help but feel petrified. The thought of him leaving again was eating at me, and I knew my heart couldn’t take it.

I moved myself further up my bed so my back was resting again my headboard. He crawled onto the bed like a tiger stalking its prey. He grabbed me by the ankles pulling me toward him. “Where do you think you are going?” He said gruffly. He was now directly over me. My heart felt like it could beat right out of my chest. I wanted him so bad.

“Take your shirt off,” he growled.

I reached for the shirt to pull it over my head, and he nearly ripped it off me.

“You don’t know how long I have wanted to do this,” he said kissing me passionately. He palmed my breasts and pinched my nipples. I could feel my breasts swelling, and my nipples were erect from his touch. I gave a small moan. He sat up on his knees and unbuttoned my skirt and pulled it down. He reached in between my legs and rubbed me through my underwear. Giving me his sexy smirk. “You’re wet for me.” I was slightly embarrassed by his words. It had been a long time since I’d had sex sober. He slipped his fingers into my underwear. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head, and I moaned again.

“You like that, Babe?” He whispered.

Grabbing his shoulders forcefully I flipped him onto his back. I think I may have taken him by surprise because the look on his face was complete shock. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was in desperate need of him.

I moved down his body until I reached his cock. Slowly, and gently my mouth made its way around him, teasing him with my tongue. I was taking my time. I wanted to savor every moment I had with him. I had dreamt about this a million times, and now he was here with me. With every suck and pull his moans got louder.

“Leila, I’ve missed your sweet mouth.”

His words gave me goose bumps. I tightened my lips around him and sucked harder and faster. I wanted to milk him, give him everything he had been missing for the last four years.

“Fuck, Babe,” he groaned loudly. “Come here.”

I didn’t want to stop until I got him off. He led me up his body, pulling me by my arms until I was sitting on his chest. Pushing my underwear to the side he grabbed my ass and pushed my pussy to his mouth. He pulled back briefly and used his fingers to expose my clit. He grabbed me again pushing his tongue right to my clit. He started off with gentle little circular licks. He then started applying more pressure. I was throbbing for him. “Hmmm. . .”

“Babe, you taste so sweet,” he moaned.

Goose bumps ran across my skin. I lifted my hands to my nipples and began fondling them.

“Christ, Babe, that is so fucking sexy,” his voice in a deep growl.

I was moving my hips faster. I needed him to hit the spot. I could feel myself building the more I pulled and pinched on my nipples. My pussy was pulsating at every lick. I arched my back, reaching back, searching for his cock with my hands. I found it rock hard and standing at attention. I started slowly running my hand up and down on his cock, and then began to quicken my motions. He was moaning in complete pleasure. I was losing myself fast. The sound of his moans, his tongue fucking my clit, the pressure I was applying to my nipples and his rock hard cock in my hand. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I thrust my hips harder pushing myself into his mouth. “Baby. . .” I cried.

“That’s it, Babe. Let go,” he murmured.

My body felt like electricity was running through it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I rolled off him and pulled him on top of me.

“Make love to me Garrett,” I whispered wantonly.

He slowly got up pulling my underwear off. Making his way up my body he kissed and licked my inner thighs. “So sweet,” he whispered. He proceeded back to my pussy, which sent another volt through my body. It was so sensitive to the touch.

He gently kissed my stomach, my breasts, and my neck. Chills ran up and down my body. His kisses were driving me completely insane. How could I have ever thought any of those men I had been with could ever replace him? He was so gentle and attentive.

His lips finally found mine. “Please, make love to me,” I quietly spoke as our lips were pressed together. I spread my legs and reached down for his cock. He gave me a worried look.

“It’s ok, I’m on the pill,” I reassured him.

The look of worry disappeared from his face. I guided him into me. His cock was large, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me. He slowly pushed himself into me. He was being so gentle. I could feel myself stretching from his size. He eased himself all the way in and slowly started moving his hips up and down. He took my hands and laced his fingers through mine and gave a tight squeeze.

He let out a huge gasp. “Leila, you feel so good, so wet.” His rhythm began to speed up, and I could feel every inch of him moving in and out of me. It felt so good.

“Garrett, I have missed you so much,” I said blinking back my tears. My emotions were all over the place. I could feel myself building again. He began thrusting harder and faster and with one final thrust we both came together.

He was breathing heavily in my ear, almost panting.

“I love you,” he said as his voice cracked.

I couldn’t stop my tears from flowing. “I love you too. I have never stopped loving you. I am so sorry for everything.”

We laid in bed for what felt like hours, neither of us wanting to move. I feared he would disappear, that this was only a dream. I lay with my head on his chest listening to him breathe. I felt so at peace.

Finally, I broke the silence. “Garrett.”

“Hmmm,” he responded sleepily.

“I need you to tell me everything.”

“Everything?” He asked puzzled.

“Yes, everything. Where have you been? Why the hell didn’t anyone call me after your accident? I want to know everything.”

Rolling over onto his side. “Where do I start? I joined the Marines not long after we split. I couldn’t stand to be around here knowing you were here.”

His words hurt. I pushed myself off of him and sat up.

“No, Babe. That’s not what I meant,” he said softly bringing himself close to me kissing my shoulder.

“Well, what do you mean?” I said softly.

He let out a huge breath. “Christ, that didn’t come out right. Let me start again. I fucked everything up after we broke up. I was drinking all the time, called out of work at least once a week and started doing drugs. I couldn’t function without you, but the booze and drugs did nothing to help. I knew I needed a change. I wanted to better myself and staying around here was getting me nowhere. I got this crazy idea to join the Marines. You were heading off to college, and I figured you would find someone better than me. You’ve always deserved better than me.”

“Stop . . . You know that is not true. Look at me. I’m a college graduate living over a bar. So glamorous,” I said jokingly trying to lighten the mood a bit.

He continued, “I walked into a Marines recruitment office, sat down with a recruiter and told him I wanted to blow shit up,” he laughed. “I figured I would join, do my time and then come home. Well, it’s turned into a career. I didn’t expect to love it, but I do,” he said smiling.

The way he spoke so passionately about the Marines, I had never seen him like that about anything.

He began speaking again, “I went to boot camp at Marine CR depot in San Diego. That’s where I did all my basic training. It was fucking hell,” he exhaled. “Every day was the same thing. . . Drills, weapons, and shooting. It was the longest twelve weeks of my life.” He ran his hands through his hair. “You were all I thought about, I just wanted to come back home,” he paused briefly. “There was so much I wanted to say to you. But, when I did come back, that is when I saw you are the fair.” His voice trailed off.

“G, I’m so sorry,” I said lacing my fingers through his.

He cleared his throat and continued with his story. “After boot leave my orders were to return to San Diego. I was stationed at Camp Pendleton and I attended The School of Infantry SOI.”

“School of Infantry?”

“Yeah, I pretty much played with guns and blew up shit the entire time,” he smiled. “After that I was sent to Marine Corps Base Hawaii on Oahu. That is where I began training for Afghanistan. It is called a deployment work-up.”

“When I found out I was being deployed to Afghanistan I made my mother promise me that she wouldn’t tell you. We got into a huge argument over it. She insisted that I tell you. I told her if you found out I would never speak to her again.”

“Why? Why didn’t you want me to know?” I asked confused.