Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Are you drunk?”
“Possibly,” I half laugh, half moan as my pleasure is climbing.
I circle the edge of my opening teasing myself before letting my finger slide inside. “Can’t have you.” I pant. “Want you, God do I want you, Dillon Jacoby.”
I hear him growl, “don’t do this shit Maritza. Do not say my name while you are heady with want.”
“What are you gonna do about it, big boy?”
He gives me a sarcastic laugh, “Fuck around and find out, baby. You do this shit when I have my son and can’t come to you, but you best believe Maritza, this little fantasy you got goin’ on … this shit isn’t fair.”
“Are you hard, Dillon?” I tease, but truly want to know.
“Baby,” he starts, but I can’t stay quiet.
“Your hands, those working man hands, all over me. Working me in and out,” I pant as I pick up the pace fingering myself. I pull out to rub circles on my clit, and then back inside. “Your body over mine, under mine, behind me, and any other way you want to take me. Imagine it, Dillon. Your dick coated in my juicy desire, sliding in and out.”
“Maritza,” he whispers as I come crying out his name into the phone.
As I slow my pace allowing the aftershocks to flex around my fingers, I mew quietly.
“Thank you, Dillon. At least for this one moment, I can share an orgasm with the man who has my heart and doesn’t even know it.”
“Maritza,” he says again, but I cut him off.
“It’s okay. I will love you for a lifetime Dillon Jacoby even if I can’t have you.”
Feeling satisfied and tired, I whisper, “goodnight, Dillon. Sweetest dreams.”
I click the phone off not allowing him to reply as I tenderly curl into my bed allowing the sheets to rest onto my sensitive flesh.
I don’t want to think about how I have to see him in the morning. I don’t want to think about the way I drunk dialed him and spilled my secrets. I don’t want to think about the level of vulnerability in allowing someone to hear me cum. All of these things are bound to come up tomorrow. But that’ isn’t a me problem for now.
Nope, for now, he called me baby, he said my name, and I came harder than I have in my entire life.
TEN
DILLON
PRESENT DAY FROM BRAVE AS IT
There is something to be said for the experience of your twenties. I didn’t have the traditional wild season or free years. The window of time before the responsibilities of adulthood close in, I ignored it. Those formative years from eighteen to twenty-five are a horizon where mistakes happen but growth comes from all of it. I joined the Marines right out of high school and got married. Before that, I spent my teen years in high school completely hooked on all things Anna. From there, I took on every serious adult task, culpability, and duty right out of high school. Looking back on it, well, it’s sort of crazy. Why did I rush?
Not only did I desperately chase this illusion of building a family, but I also went right to battle. I’m trained and built to be a weapon to protect my country. I did so proudly. If I could go back in the Marines, I would in a heartbeat, but I have reached the age limit for re-enlistment. Make no mistake, I will never back down from protecting my family, my friends, my flag, my freedoms, and find pride in doing so. I went from a boy into a man during my time in service in ways I never imagined. However, I went to war before I could even legally obtain a damn beer.
In some ways, it made me stronger. Drinking doesn’t have the appeal I think it would have if things had worked out any other way. Having responsibilities to provide for Anna, not wanting to risk my military career, I never found this heavy desire to drink. As a Hellion, we have parties and I drink casually, but it isn’t something I regularly do. Sometimes, I cut lose though, don’t get it twisted. And tonight might be one of those times.
Tonight is a clubhouse party. I enjoy the freedom with my brothers. There is no transport, no business, nothing but a good time awaits. It’s Anna’s weekend with Hollis only encouraging me to let go even more. I don’t have anything else going on. A beer or two with my brothers sounds like a nice way to close out a long week.
Honestly, I never thought Anna and I would get to this place. Divorce is a process involving a lot of emotions. I have felt every one of them to my soul. In the beginning, I planned to go for full custody. Maritza talked me off that ledge. While I didn’t agree, I saw her point in not being the one to put Hollis is a position to build up walls with either of us. Share time as equally as we can, keeping his safety first, but allowing his mother as much time as she wants with him as long as she allows me the same respect not to keep him from me; this is our agreement about our son.