Page 10 of When I Found You

I’m desperate to be next to her, touching her, so there’s no way I’m going to let her walk the distance by herself. I don’t know what it is about Stacey, but she’s pulled me in tonight and I just can’t get enough of her. We talk as if we’re old friends who have known each other forever, not strangers who met on a chance meeting, just hours ago.

I drop a hand to her lower back as I escort her the short distance. She pulls her keys from her pocket and unlocks her door, opening it and showing me the inside.

“See, all safe,” she says, turning around to face me, a small smile cresting her lips. The ones I want nothing more than to cover with my own. Pull between my teeth as I thrust my cock into her.

Where the fuck did that thought come from?

“Good,” I tell her, looking over her shoulder and making sure nothing looks suspicious inside her place as I will the blood that has rushed to my cock to come back to my brain.

“What time did you want to get together tomorrow?” she asks.

“Can I let you know in the morning? I need to check on my dad and make sure he won’t need me for something, first. I don’t want to commit to something and then have to back out.”

“That’s fine. I’ve got some errands to run tomorrow, but they won’t take me more than a few hours. And if tomorrow night doesn’t end up working, that’s fine, as well. I’m flexible,” she assures me.

I suck in a breath as I feel my dick harden again.Not that kind of flexible, ya horny jackass,I think to myself.

“Good night, Peyton. I had a great time tonight,” Stacey says, breaking the silence that fell between the two of us for a few moments. “See you soon.”

She gives me a quick hug, wrapping her arms around my waist and squeezing gently before pulling away. Before I can react, Stacey steps inside her condo, closing the door behind her. I hear theclickof the deadbolt and her footsteps as she walks away from the door. I finally turn on my heel and head back to my truck.

I think of Stacey the entire drive back to my dad’s house and how easy it was to talk to her tonight. How comfortable I felt with her, and how we just meshed. She was definitely easy on the eyes. Her long dark brown hair, as it fell over her shoulder in waves, had me itching to run my fingers through it. Her naturalbeauty shined through the minimal makeup she had on. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to spend more time with a woman, and that’s not a feeling I’m used to.

Women have always walked out of my life. Started with my mom when I was eight. She couldn’t deal with the military lifestyle anymore and decided a life away from my dad and I was what she needed. She kissed me goodbye one morning before I left for school and when I returned, she was gone, with a note left on the table for me and my dad to find. She tried to contact me when I turned eighteen, but by then, I had no desire to ever talk to her again. How do you abandon your kid like that? And for what? Freedom. Drugs. Sleeping around. I learned then never to trust women.

I let my guard down once when I hit my twenties and thought I’d give a relationship a try, but that ended pretty shitty. I came home from training early one day to find my girlfriend in bed with not just one, buttwoother guys. It’s pretty eye-opening when you walk in and find one guy balls deep inside your girl, while she’s sucking the other’s cock. I knew as soon as I slipped the key into the lock that something was up. The noises I could hear coming from the apartment didn’t leave much to the imagination. As soon as I got that eyeful, I turned around, grabbed the bag I had dropped at the door when I walked in, and beelined it back to my truck.

By the time I’d made it out of the parking lot, my cell was ringing. Over and over, she tried to call me, all of which I ignored. I headed straight for the bar, shut my phone off, and drowned my sorrows in the bottom of a bottle of Jack Daniels. Two days later, after recovering from the hell of a hangover I had, I went back to the apartment, packed my shit, and moved back on base. That was six years ago, and I’ve never had the itch to date since then.

I shake off the memories of my ex as I pull into my dad’s driveway. Stacey’s sweet smile replaces those thoughts and has a smile of my own cresting my lips. Every time she smiled tonight, I felt it down to my fucking toes, down to my soul.

I make it inside and check on my dad. He’s passed out, propped up slightly in his bed. I quietly find the remote to his TV and turn it off for him before retreating into my room. I strip down to my boxers and then head into the bathroom to get ready for bed. After taking a leak, I wash my hands and brush my teeth before heading back into my room and sliding between the sheets. I lay there, thinking over the night, and my cock hardens as my thoughts wander back to Stacey.

I slip my hand under the elastic of my boxers, palming my hard cock in my fist. I give it a tight squeeze at the base before stroking up to the tip. I swirl my palm over the tip of my cock, collecting the beads of pre-cum in my palm as I stroke back down my shaft. I quicken my pace as I close my eyes and flick through the images of Stacey from tonight. I let the feelings of when our skin would brush each other and the tingles I would feel in the aftermath of those moments fuel my desire for her as I continue to stroke myself. Using my other hand, I push my boxers off my hips and out of my way, giving myself more room to work my cock as I feel my balls tighten up with my impending orgasm. It only takes a few more strokes before I’m biting back Stacey’s name as a moan fights to escape my lips and my orgasm spills onto my stomach.

I lay there for a few minutes before reaching over to the nightstand, where I thankfully find a box of tissues I can use to clean myself off before heading back to the bathroom for a quick shower to rinse off.

Clean and still sated from my orgasm, I slide back between the sheets and quickly drift off to sleep for the night.

I wakethe next morning to the sun already up. After stretching, I roll over and grab my cell from the nightstand to check the time. It’s already after nine in the morning. I’m usually an early riser, but my body is still adjusting to the time change, I guess. I slip out of bed and pull a pair of sleep pants from my bag. After a pit stop in the bathroom, I make my way out to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee and rummage in the fridge to see what kind of food my dad’s got around that I can make for breakfast. I find him sitting on his recliner in the living room, already nursing a cup of coffee and eating some toast.

“Morning,” I call out, the sleep still lacing my voice.

“Morning,” he replies before coughing.

“How’d you sleep?” I ask as I pour myself a cup of coffee.

“Not bad. The cough medicine helped.”

“That’s good to hear. Are you feeling any better today?”

“Actually, I am. When I cough, it doesn’t feel as deep. I think I’m on the mend.”

“Okay, well, tell me if that changes.”

“How was your evening?” he asks.

“Good, went to The Tap House. Met up with Ethan and his fiancée, Cam. They were meeting a few of their friends there who I’d never met before. Ended up having a good time with them. Hung out with one of Cam’s friends, Stacey, most of the night. She was pretty cool. Laid-back, easy to talk to. Felt like I’d known her forever.”

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