Page 9 of Reunited with the Soldier

I keep my thrusts hard and deep, rotating my hips so that I get deeper inside of her pussy. My balls tighten and I know there’s no fucking way of holding it off any longer.

She releases a strangled moan as her pussy convulses around my cock, flooding me with her juices. God, she’s so damn tight, I hammer into her, my cock ready to burst.

Her nails runs down my back as she cries out my name. That’s enough to send me over the top, I pound into her. “Fucking amazing,” I snarl as my cock swells in her pussy, I piston my hips, pushing into her twice more, before exploding inside of her.

We’re both breathless, my legs feel like Jello, but I stay upright, holding onto her. God, she’s so fucking beautiful.

“I shouldn’t have left you,” I say to her.

She bites her lip and glances away, but not before I see the tears brimming in her eyes. “No, you shouldn’t have.”

“I fucked up, Lo, I’m so sorry.” I brush my hand along her face, pushing away the stray strands. “Forgive me.”

She doesn’t say anything and I get it. I’ve hurt her. I really fucking hurt her and she needs time. I just don’t want her to walk away.

“Tomorrow,” she whispers. “Tomorrow we can talk,” she says.

I pull out of her and help her to stand and quickly fix myself, pulling up my pants and fastening the zipper, she does the same, getting her clothes straightened and fixing her hair. “I’ll be there, just give me the time and place.”

She blows out a breath and gives me an address. “It’s my home address, Kash, come at eleven.”

I nod. “I’ll be there,” I promise her.

She gives me a twisted smile and nods. “I’m going to finish my break now, Kash, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Dismissed. Fuck.

I press a kiss to her lips and thankfully she doesn’t push me away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Lo.”

She smiles. “Tomorrow.”

I walk out of the break room and head toward the exit. Tomorrow can’t come quick enough.

* * *

I knock on the door, my heart pounding. From the outside her home looks neat and tidy. It’s a small home, but I know that Lauren would make it homely.

The door swings open and there’s Lo, wearing a white tank top, denim cut-off shorts, and her feet bare. So fucking beatiful, she takes my breath away. “Hey,” she says softly. “Come on in.”

I follow her into the house and I’m right, she has made it homely. It’s cute and from what I remember, matches Lauren to a T. She leads me toward the sofa, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, her hands wringing together. Christ. “Lo,” I say low. “Don’t be nervous.”

She takes a deep breath. “Okay,” she whispers. “I’m just going to say it,” she says. “You have a son,” she rushes out. “We. We have a son. He’s eight and he’s amazing.”

I stare at her in disbelief.

The fuck?

We have a son?

FIVE

LAUREN

I’ve been awake half of the night thinking about what happened inside the breakroom. I should never have let him fuck me like that. But it was like I was young and innocent all over again. All he had to do was call me Lo, and I was a goner.

Why the fuck did I invite him to the house? I haven’t even told him about Elijah. Would it have been better to tell him somewhere else? Now I’m regretting my decision.

When we woke up this morning, I got Elijah dressed and got him to school. I think I was on autopilot, but I needed to get him out of the house before telling Kash that he’s a dad. What will happen? Will he be angry because I didn’t tell him? Will he try to take Elijah away from me? If he thought I was harsh last night, then he has seen nothing yet. Watch me protect my child. I won’t lie down and let anyone walk all over me again. Never in a million years.

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