Page 82 of Irons

“Oh Travis, I had no idea you had PTSD, and I’ve not heard or seen you thrashing in your sleep.”

I smiled as I kissed her forehead. “That’s because I haven’t had a nightmare since you arrived. I also haven’t had a flashback, which is what I need to share with you. I just want to prepare you in case it happens with you. I don’t think it will since it hasn’t happened yet, but there’s always a chance. I just don’t want you to ever think you did something to trigger it.”

She sat up and looked at me, with nothing but concern, but I hoped like hell I didn’t see pity once the conversation was over. “What triggers them?” She asked.

I drew in a deep breath to prepare myself. “Sex.”

She blinked a few times like she was confused.

“I’m incapable of random hookups. I have to know the woman and I’d have to be convinced that she was comfortable with me. That’s why I only went for relationships for all these years. I’d be right there and ready to go, but I’d have a flashback and go completely limp.” I reached over and cupped her cheek. “Eventually, I had to depend on medication to complete the act.”

She was staring at me but showed almost no reaction, other than blinking in a way that told me she was still confused.

“Are you taking them with me?” She finally spoke.

“That’s the thing, Wrenly. I haven’t taken one in six months. Ever since you came home I’ve sported a hard on almost constantly, but there’s another thing I think you should know.” I swallowed hard, not knowing if I had the courage.

“What?”

“It wasn’t just Bolton and the girl in my flashbacks. You’re there too, and in them you’re back in that hospital room crying for me. Sometimes, in a flashback and in my nightmares, it was you hanging from those chains, not Bolton.”

She studied my eyes with the help of the light cascading down from the moon. “I was right.” She whispered.

I chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve heard that a time or two about girlfriends and wives always being right.”

Her eyes welled up and I caught the tear that escaped with my thumb.

“No, I really was right.” She wasn’t looking at me with pity, it was something else.

“About what, Wrenly?”

She smiled through her tears. “It was real, all of it. Everything I thought I knew back then, but now I can see it, and understand it so clearly.” She reached up and wiped the tears from her other cheek. “You really did leave because you loved me. You were protecting me, and you’ve always loved me, as long as I’ve loved you. All the memories…”

I pulled her head toward me and rested my forehead against hers. “I remember them so well because they were always at the surface. Good and bad, you were always with me.”

“Every day, they kept you alive for me.” She whispered.

“Why is it that I can’t remember a lot of my first milestones? Like my first day of school, and who all my teachers were, but I can remember everything with you with such clarity?”

Her lips parted and I noticed her breathing changed into soft pants. “Maybe.” She swallowed hard. “Our souls were already in love, but we were too tiny to know it.”

My lips met hers and I drew her in for a deeper kiss. It was gentle, she tasted so sweet, and her scent softly comforted me, like I was once again welcomed home. “Inside.” I whispered.

“Okay.”

I was still kissing her as I opened my door, then abandoned her lips long enough to pull her out my side of the truck and pick her up, only to kiss her again and try to watch where I was walking as I carried her. When we got to the garage door, she laid her hand on the panel and the door unlocked. Thank God I had her added to my security system.

Once inside, I set her down and our kiss never broke as I walked her backward. Her delicate fingers worked on the buttons of my button up shirt, mine doing the same with hers. We left a trail of clothes behind us on the floor. First it was my shirt, our shoes, then it was her shirt, then her bra and my jeans, her jeans then socks before we crossed the threshold of my guest room.

My hands were fisted into her soft long hair, but her lips abandoned mine then trailed down my body. My eyes shut whenI felt her hand wrap around my shaft, then a deep groan was created in my throat when I felt her tongue swirl around the head.

“Fuck, Wrenly.” My hands were still in her hair as she slowly took my length deep inside her mouth. I looked down at her at the perfect time, because her big beautiful eyes met mine and I could see my cock disappear behind those gorgeous lips. “Jesus, Wrenly.” I shut my eyes and squeezed on to her hair a little tighter. When I heard her moan, I came way too fucking close to losing control, but still thrust my hips to help her go deeper. My eyes opened and looked down again to see her head bobbing. I swear to God I could feel the back of her throat making her feel so fucking perfect. My eyes rolled back as I bit my bottom lip. I knew if I looked down again, I’d blow my load prematurely and it would be over.

Oh, fuck she was so damn good at it. “Wrenly, stop.” I pulled her up and barely even saw her eyes before my lips met hers. As we kissed, I guided her up on the bed and laid next to her. We kissed until I laid on my back and she yelped when I grabbed her and pulled her up until she was straddling my face. I licked, tasted, swirled my tongue, and teased as she quietly moaned and hung on to the headboard.

“Travis please.” She begged, and a smile formed on my face as my fingers made their way up and slowly I slid one inside her. Her moans were like music to my ears and the more she reacted, made me tease her little clit with my tongue a little faster. I felt her thighs tremble and I knew it was time for another finger, and I was rewarded with more of her sweet honey taste as she rode my face and cried out my name. My own moans joined hers as she came on my mouth, and I could feel her orgasm inside her. Tight around my fingers, then release, tight again, and release. She drove me so fucking crazy that I waspushing her down my body before she even attempted to catch her breath.

I didn’t even give her the chance to sink me inside her. I already had her lined up and thrust up, shoving myself up into her wet warmth.

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