Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she says, her confidence making her even more beautiful.
“Then let’s make it happen.”
***
Back in my apartment, I think about tomorrow, my first session training Buckie… and the day after, our first tattoo session.
I think about lying shirtless on the table with Luna over me.
I’m in my study, trying to focus on a book, but my balls keep swelling when my mind returns to Luna, my manhood flooding with heat when I think about bringing my hand to her ponytail and gently using it to guide her lips to mine.
I’d kiss her passionately, push my face against hers, drive my hips forward at the same time so she can feel how excited she makes me, how determined to bring our hazy future to real life. My eyes snap shut, and the fantasy comes even more vividly to life.
The car ride back to the studio was uneventful, only a short journey. There was a point where she started running her hands up and down her legs in a nervous gesture. In my mind, I’m sliding my hand up her thigh, pushing her legs apart and then pressing down on her sex. She whimpers as I start to rub over her jeans, pushing firmly so she can feel the movements.
Then the fantasy shifts, and she’s wearing nothing except a bra and panties. I can feel her pussy lips beneath her panties, her clit begging for attention.
“I’m going to fuck your pussy so hard,” I imagine growling. “I’m going to pour every last drop of cum into your sweet hole, Luna. Your young body’s going to give me my first child.”
Primal words flood my mind, and then suddenly, she’s bent over, looking over her shoulder at me. Her hair is down, wild as it plays across her back, her round, curvy ass cheeks aimed at me, her pussy soaked and ready.
My hand strays down to my manhood, solid as it pushes against my pants, ready to burst out of my underwear and find my woman’s sweet needy hole—her hole which was made for me, just me, nobody else, ever.
Standing, I attempt to laugh it off, shaking my head. I’m not about to start rubbing myself over the outside of my pants. I’m not about to indulge like that. Anyway, it would be useless. When I let the beast out, it will be with my woman. When I empty my seed—let it burst inside of her—it’s going to be for a purpose. For our future. For our family.
Then I’m in the bathroom, my cock in my hand, bulging and huge as I stroke up and down. It’s like I teleported here, the lust driving me on as I imagine bringing my swollen precome-slick tip to her waiting hole, pushing deep inside of her as she stares at me over her shoulders, her round ass cheeks flattening against my abs as she pushes back against me, then slides forward, showing me all the thick cream of her release on my massive length.
A gunshot.
I let go, pull up my pants, and rush into the living room.
Another shot.
I’m getting ready for war, heartbeat slowing down, focus honing. I always knew this day would come, war on home turf, and now I’m…
I’m dropping onto my chair, laughing at myself even as my voice shakes and my body shudders—gun smoke, memories, laughter, and old friends who are no longer with us, and Sergeant howling in my dreams, begging for my help.
It wasn’t a gunshot. A car backfired.
I need to get my act together.
CHAPTER
SIX
Luna
“Hey, Luna,” Jodi says, standing at the yard fence wearing a wife beater, sipping on a beer as I look over.
It’s almost time for the training session with Kayden. Ever since we arranged it yesterday, I’ve been trying not to obsess about him, trying not to let my hopes take hold of my reason and fly away, but I can’t stop thinking about all the possible futures we could have.
“Yes, Jodi?” I reply, keeping my voice level.
Dad says I should just humor him, since he’s our neighbor and there’s nothing we can do about it.
I think there’s something mean in his eyes, and he hates Buckie, complaining if Buckie barks only a few times a day. Obviously, when Buckie really loses his stuff, that’s fair enough, but to freak over a couple of barks?
“Was saying to the lady across the street. An earplug company must sponsor you with all the barking that one does. Ha.”
He takes a sip of his beer, a grin spreading across his leathery face, his gray comb-over doing nothing to stop the late-day sun from bouncing off his head.
“Very funny, Jodi,” I say.
He nods, missing my sarcasm, then swaggers off toward his house.
I tickle Buckie under the chin. “Did he come out here just to say that, boy?”
There’s a pit in my belly as the minutes pass, feeling more like they stretch, with my mind full of possibilities. Like Kayden’s going to march into the house, grab my shoulders, and look me straight in the eye.