Page 18 of A Man in Uniform

Her head jerks in my direction, hair following, draping over her chest. The tight sweater begins to rise rapidly, breasts peeking slightly with each inhale. The sound of air whistles into her throat as she breathes, turning my cock hard.

Even in the darkness I can see her soft, milky skin deepen to a raspberry shade. The prettiest, most fuckable shade of red there is.

“I'm not the same girl anymore, just like you're not the same guy I remember. What happened to you, Wyatt? Why didn't you write me?”

My heart hurts suddenly, full of regret and sadness for leaving the way I did. I want to tell her the truth, to give her all the answers she's looking for, but I don't want her to look at me differently.

I already see the hurt in her eyes, I couldn't stand to see real, true hate.

You had no choice, Wyatt. It's not your fault.

I know my silence is a sharp thorn in her chest. And I'm planning on taking that thorn out, kissing the wound, and making both our lives a hell of a lot better; when the time is right.

But, tonight is not the night. Tonight is for her to see the man I've become, to see me as new, better, andhere.

“I can't give you the answers you want, Story, I'm sorry.”

Her back stiffens, ribs stacking up like a tall ladder. “Then we're done here. Take me home.”

Reaching my hand out, I caress her thigh. “Well, I'm not done, and I don't think you are either.” My head tips into my shoulder as I say, “Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you feel nothing for me and I'll take you home.”

Story doesn't speak, her lips form a soft circle, eyes shifting between mine. She's trying to find the words, but even she can't bring the lies to the tip of her tongue.

Bringing her fingertips to my forehead, she pushes them through my hair. I can feel her heart beating against her chest from where I'm sitting, pounding with need into mine.

She's mute. Letting the whispering breeze be her voice. She can't lie to me and she knows it.

“I didn't think so,” I say, whispering the words across her chin as I lean in closer. Cupping her jaw, I pull her onto my lips, and I kiss her.

I kiss her because I might not have another chance. I kiss her because the look in her eyes is begging me to. But mostly, I kiss her because I've needed to feel her lips again.

Sliding my tongue into her mouth, the taste of her honeyed kiss teases my cock, turning it rigid. Story doesn't shove me off, she relaxes her jaw, kissing me back. And that feeling, the sensation of her kissing me is enough to turn me wicked.

Her fingers walk down my torso, playfully running across the edge of my pants. “I bet you want me to keep going, don't you?” she asks, speaking into my mouth.

Pretending like I had to think about it, my lids hover half open, head tilting to my shoulder. “Hm...” Thumbing my chin, I say, “Nah, you're right, I should probably get you home.” Laughing, I grip her hand, guiding it to the hard-on forming below. “But he has other ideas.”

I feel her shudder, the rhythmic vibration filling her belly, and rolling out over her body.

Quickly, I throw my arms around her, yanking her into my chest. “See, I was right, we're definitely not done here.”

Her hair spreads into a wave behind her head as I lay her down, spilling over the blanket. And right then, I'm hit hard, struck by a beauty I had refused to remember.

The feelings surge through my body, carving into the bone. I had spent so much time pushing this down, pretending that I'm alone, and have no one waiting at home, that seeing her like this makes it all come rushing back.

I have to remind myself to breathe, consciously making my lungs fill with the oxygen surrounding me. She literally takes my breath away. Swallowing a thick gulp of air, I run my knuckles down her cheek. “You really are so fucking beautiful.”

“You are going to fuck me now, right?” Biting her lip, Story's thighs close, and her knees rub together.

A slow smile pulls up on my cheek, tongue running across my teeth. “Is that a question, or a demand?” Palming the erection in my jeans, my cock aches to feel her warmth again.

Of course I plan on fucking her. All I've wanted to do since finding her again is make her mine. But when the reluctance takes hold, it reminds me of how damaged I am. Of how the scars sit at the surface and hold me hostage. What if she doesn't like the man I've become? What if I'm a disappointment to her?

But those questions only set a fire in my gut. A raw desire to make her completely mine, every inch of her.

“It's a request. I want your cock inside me.” Her hand slips over her center, cupping her mound, ass swaying erotically against the firm ground.

My eyes are drawn to her lips, her plump, wet lips as she licks them softly. They pucker gently, her gloss lighting under the sky. A delicate sheen is spread across each one, glistening as her head rolls to look up me.

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