Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 22647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Neither did I, but before I could tell him that, he said goodbye.
“I love you, B. I have to go, but I just wanted you to hear it from me instead of the news,” he told me.
I closed my eyes. “I love you too, E. With all my heart. Be safe.”
***
Although Max had been ‘okay’ per say, he wasn’t the same.
He was a little rougher around the edges.
A little quicker to withdraw, and a lot more distant when it came to his sister.
That last one had hurt his sister, he’d told me. Especially when Max had chosen not to go home, and had moved into a place outside of town, nearly thirty minutes from her.
It did work out for us, though, since Sam had purchased what amounted to a compound, and Max had spent the last three months fixing it up and making it livable.
Soon, Elliott and I would be moving into a duplex on the back side of the compound, with the rest of them taking one of the other duplexes.
Jack, Sam, Max, Elliott, and Gabe were all getting out this time.
They wouldn’t be renewing their contracts. Thank God. I worried about them just as much as my own husband.
James and Dougie had three more months to go, but planned on following in their footsteps just as soon as they could sign on the dotted line.
And I couldn’t be any happier.
The thought of not having to live with the fear of my husband dying over half a world away ever again was very appealing.
A commotion towards my back had me turning to see Max sweet talking a girl behind the counter, and her giggling away as she picked up the phone and made a call.
Max sauntered over to me like he’d just figured out the solution for world peace.
“Well?” I asked once he was back at my side.
He gave me a ‘you have no faith in my abilities’ look, and gestured to the glass where I saw two men in business suits walking towards the plane, and another one rolling up the portable stairs.
In business suits.
“Wow,” I said. “Do you think they’re anyone special?”
Max shrugged. “Tina Marie said the big wigs were here today. I’d thought that they’d just call a few extra hands. I never expected them to get out there themselves.”
“I don’t really care. I’m just so fucking happy I could run laps around this joint and still be bouncing off the walls,” I said rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet.
He ignored me, which I found at times, could be best.
Sometimes I just couldn’t contain my excitement.
Especially now.
“There he is,” I squealed, jumping and pointing at my man in his ugly green camo pants and shirt.
Oh, he looked good.
He filled out the shirt perfectly, and I could see every single defining ridge of his abdomen. And he was whole.
My bouncing turned to jumping, and I took Max’s arm in my exuberance and took him along for the ride with me.
“Can we go out there? How do I get out there? Let’s go find a way. Please?” I pleaded over and over again.
“No need,” Max rumbled, pointing towards where Elliott was sprinting towards us.
He wasted no time on the stairs. Instead, he took a running leap, grabbed hold of the lower balcony, lifted himself up and over the side of the lip. Wasting no time coming straight towards me.
I didn’t waste time in going to him, either.
My feet were powering me forward carrying me to him with the weight of a hundred and twelve pounds, straight towards the one thing that was on the top of my Christmas list.
Elliott.
I hit him like a freight train.
Maybe just the caboose of a freight train, but a freight train nonetheless.
He caught me effortlessly, scooping me up and wrapping me so tight in his embrace that I could hardly breathe.
“You’re home,” I breathed against his neck.
He felt bigger.
Like he’d gained a lot of weight. Muscle for sure. His beard was longer where it tickled against my neck, and his usually trimmed hair now brushed his collar.
“I’m home,” he groaned into my neck. “Forever.”
Those words were music to my ears.
“You should take me to the bathroom to celebrate,” I breathed into his ear.
I felt his erection pushing against me from the moment our bodies collided, and nothing in that moment sounded better than feeling his skin against mine.
Sand or no fucking sand.
I’d take him any way I could get him.
“Damn straight. Walk with me,” he demanded as he placed me on my feet.
I did, clutching his hand in mine, refusing to let go of him.
“Are you taking me to the bathroom?” I whispered temptingly.
He gave me a ‘duh’ look, and pushed the door open to the men’s room.
“Yes.”
No bullshitting for him.
Lucky for us, there was nobody in there when we arrived.
Which was good since Elliott locked the main lock on the door, effectively shutting out anybody who might want in for the next couple of minutes.
His gaze slid down my body, cataloging my short skirt, my cowboy boots, and finally my face.
My hands itched to touch him again, and he must’ve read my thoughts because in the next instant, he had me pinned to the wall of the handicap stall.
He closed the door with a flick of his fingers, lifting me up by the back of my thighs and holding me against the wall as he dropped his bag, followed shortly by his pants.
I squeezed him tightly with my thighs, holding on securely while he worked his stiff length out of his pants, and dropped me down unceremoniously onto it.
My head fell back as the stretching sensation flowed through my body. Muscles and flesh that hadn’t been used in long months felt gloriously stretched.
It’d been a year of nothing but my fingers, and my body wasn’t used to having something so big inside of it. Not that a complaint was uttered on my end.
He felt perfect. Filling me so wonderfully that I nearly came just be the sheer amount of rightness that came along with having him inside of me.