So close, in fact, that when she started to inch her hips up in an attempt to get me to move, I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to last long.
“Christ,” I gasped, my hand tightening on her knee. “Stop, or I’m going to lose it.”
She arched her back, causing her tits to jut forward, and I couldn’t stop myself.
I leaned down and drew the hardened peak into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the raised tip until she was crying out in surprise.
“Trouper!” she mewled, twisting her hips and urging me without words that she was in need.
I dropped my hand from around her knee and bent forward, pressing my mouth against her ear.
“Wrap your legs around my hips and hold on,” I ordered fiercely.
She did, her fingers wrapping around my shoulders.
Once she was tucked in tight, I started to buck my hips, slowly at first as I made sure that she was okay with my size.
When she brushed her mouth along my ear and said, “Harder,” I couldn’t stop myself from picking it up a notch.
“Oh, God,” she whispered at my hips bucking just a little harder against her. “Yes.”
That’s when I lost track of everything.
My mind.
My desire to go slow.
My sanity.
Because it was then that I lost my control and started to fuck her like I’d wanted to always fuck her.
Hard. Deep. Fast.
I plowed into her, burying my face into her hair as I loosened the hold I had and unleashed something inside of me I hadn’t realized was even there.
I slammed my mouth down onto hers, swallowing her cries, and clenched one of my hands on her ass cheek and pumped into her.
Hard thrusts caused tiny little cries to leave her lips, but in no way were they bad sounds.
In fact, each strangled moan that passed her lips had my excitement increasing.
Time after time I’d bottom out inside of her, and time after time she’d give me a deeply pleased sound that went straight to my balls.
“Oh, God,” she breathed. “I’m dying.”
My lips smiled against hers as I said, “Let go.”
She thrashed against my body, her heels digging deeply into my ass cheeks, and then did just that.
She detonated.
Her body broke out in goosebumps right before her pussy clamped down so hard on my cock that whether I was ready or not, she was taking me along for the ride.
My balls drew up and my thrusts grew uneven and jerky.
Her nails dug into my shoulder blades, and I knew without seeing them that some of them would likely break skin.
I didn’t care, though.
Not about anything but the way she was making me feel.
She buried her face into my neck, and her pussy was rippling so hard around me that I couldn’t focus beyond that moment in time.
My cock jerked and the release that left me was so massive and swift that I could do nothing but allow it to take me for a ride.
When I came to moments later, I was practically sprawled out on top of Beckham, and both of us were breathing hard.
I had enough brain cells to pull out and roll us so that she was no longer pinned between me and the unforgiving ground.
When she landed against me, her hand went to my chest and stayed there over my pounding heart.
“That was the best thing that I’ve ever felt in my life,” she whispered sometime later.
I closed my eyes. “Me, too.”
“I don’t want you to leave, but I know that you can’t stay.”
I closed my eyes. “I don’t want to leave, either. But I have to do this. Not just for myself, but for you, too. I have to make something of myself, Beck.”
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders tightly.
“Promise that you’ll come back for me,” she pleaded.
“I’ll come back.” I pressed my forehead against hers. “Promise that you’ll come back for me, too.”
She laughed. “Don’t worry, silly. I’ll wait. I’ll be here when you finally get back. No matter how long it takes.”
• • •
I opened my eyes to the first signs of dawn peaking over the sky.
When I looked over at the girl sleeping next to me—on my bicep, actually—I felt alone for the first time in a long time.
“What are you worrying about?” she asked softly.
I trailed my eyes up to her face.
“I don’t want to leave you here,” I admitted.
Her eyes went soft as she pushed up onto her elbows.
Her naked breasts were pressing against my side, but neither one of us made a move to do anything—even though we wanted to.
“I’m not going anywhere, Troup. Anytime you want me, I’m here. I’m going to wait for you,” she whispered.
I felt emotion roll through me of which I’d never, ever felt before.
“What?” I asked.
“I’ll wait for you,” she repeated. “I know that you think I’m not yours, that I’m telling you what you want to hear, because for some reason you can’t admit it, but I’m always going to be yours.”
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, felt emotion burning in my throat.
“I can’t stay,” I croaked.
I felt her straddle my hips, and my cock that I’d been ignoring really well practically laughed at me.
My eyes popped open, and it was just in time to see her leaning into me, her face only inches from mine.
“I don’t want to take you from your dream, Troup,” she whispered.
“You are my dream now,” I admitted.
She was my goal.
Five years. Ten. I didn’t know how long I would be in the Air Force. But what I did know was, at the end of it, I wanted her at my side.
I knew that she was my end game.
“I want to go to college,” she said. “I want to do and be what I’ve always dreamed of.”
My eyes went hot.
“Why the FBI, though? What’s so special about that? That’s…” Dangerous.
I knew that she would be okay. I knew that she would flourish.
I just didn’t like the idea that she would be in harm’s way.
“Because women out there need me,” she said. “They need what I’ll one day become. Just like the US Military needs you.”
She was so fuckin’ confident in what she wanted to do. She had no doubt in her mind that this was her path.
The thing was, I wasn’t sure that I could handle her path.
The idea of her being hurt felt like a hot boil in my gut.
That had to be why we avoided talking about it.
“You scare the hell out of me,” I admitted quietly.
Her eyes went soft as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.
I couldn’t stop myself from catching either side of her face with my hands and holding her more solidly against me.
When she pulled back, her eyes were hot.
“Your parents are probably freaking way the fuck out right now,” I sighed.
I would be, had I known that my daughter was out with me.
She grinned a secret smile. “I have friends that are covering for me. I’m going to go with you to your ceremony.”
I swallowed hard. “I’d like that.”
She leaned forward, her breasts trailing along my chest.
“I know,” she said. “Because I know you about as well as I know myself.”