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Well, not all of them…
Catherine lies down flat on the mat, feet pointed in the air as she strokes me. Those green eyes look up at me, glazed in a wayI haven’t seen before. I’m the one being taken care of, but she looks like she’s about to cum.
She gives me one slow, lingering lick, and I know there’s no turning back. Catherine is the only thing that matters anymore… maybe the only thing that ever has.
I’m glad I got kicked out of the Navy.
I’m happy I was born with nothing or no one.
It all led me here, to her. Any amount of suffering would have been worth it.
And when her family finds out, I’ll take the beating that’s coming my way. I’ll suffer through anything.
Anything to stay with her.
There’s nothing on the mat for me to take hold of, no lifeline as Catherine bobs on my cock. She takes it slow, savoring every inch of me, toes pointed, little moans escaping her filled lips.
It’s like I’ve never felt pleasure before. How can something be this good? My whole life has been a fucking lie until this moment.
For once, I don’t have to fight.
I start to, but Catherine’s soft hands travel up my body, caressing me. Her fingers dig into my tired muscles as she takes me deeper. Without words, she tells me what she wants.
And I give it to her.
Every ounce of tension pours out of me and into her.
One last bout of excursion for the night, body trembling and flushed.
In the dark gym, I whisper everything I’ve been wanting to tell her. No, it only sounds like that. All I can manage is her name. It’s all that matters.
Her name drifts like a secret. Every time I say it, I feel like I’m trying to take it back, capture it, hide it.
This secret that can’t last.
CHAPTER 7
CATHERINE
The sun is just breaking over the desert’s horizon. It yawns magnificent pink hues into the scattered clouds, not high enough yet to reclaim the cool night air.
I’ve always loved sunrises here.
Something about the expansiveness of the desert makes mornings unmatched. Where else can you see the sun coming from so far away?
Dry earth crunches beneath me. The trail cuts through the brush, sputtering up a little canyon only a few miles from my apartment. I used to hike alone here a few times a week. Now, Louis joins me.
We’re being risky. I know it, but I don’t care. Every aspect of my life has shifted to include him these last few weeks. I never knew that I was longing to come home to someone who I can share my day, share a meal, and share a bed.
We stay up too late most nights. Louis fights off sleep to touch me, make love to me, talk with me… and I wake up with my head on his chest or his arms wrapped around me.
I want to share everything with him.
He runs ahead, teasing me as I crest the hill.
“Take it easy,” I call after him. “You’ve got training later!”
“Just getting warmed up!”
