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“That obvious?” she asks softly. Crossing the room, Straw takes her in his arms to kiss her deeply. He intends to offer her comfort, but the kiss quickly becomes heated. He can’t seem to keep his libido in check around her. Anytime she’s in his arms, he can’t help remembering how good it feels to be buried deep inside her. Abigail is quiet, reserved in public, but when they are alone in their bed, she’s a siren that draws him in to the deep end of the pool, drowning him in her love. What a way to go, right?
Straw’s hands begin to wander down to her firm round ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh, just how she likes it. It never fails to get her motor running, and right now, Straw wants to provide her with a distraction to stop her worry. He breaks their kiss to trail his lips to the sensitive spot just behind her right ear. She’s sensitive behind both ears, but the right one is more so. A shiver runs through her as he kisses then licks the spot with his warm, moist tongue. He flicks the spot like he will soon be doing to her clit when he gets his mouth on her pussy. He’s more than ready to bury his head between her thighs.
“Robert.” she whines breathlessly. “We can’t right now. The admiral will be here any minute.” Straw knows all this, but he continues to tease his woman for another few minutes. His cock is hard as steel, but he’ll have to wait a bit longer before he can get some relief. Deciding to have mercy on himself and Abi, he pulls back to place a kiss on her forehead before stepping away. If he continues to hold her, he’ll have her naked and writhing under him while the admiral is knocking at the door. Tank would surely entertain him until they came down, but Straw doesn’t want to have to stop making love to his woman once he gets started. He’s planning on keeping her up all night, bringing her to orgasm over and over. He’s been dying to see how many times he can make her come in one night. Four has been their max so far, but he’s certain they will surpass that tonight. Tank is going out for the weekend, leaving them the house to themselves. Oh, the things he has planned for his woman tonight.
The doorbell ringing breaks through his lust filled brain, allowing him to focus on the tasks at hand. Getting everyone but Abi out of their house so he can have his wicked way with her. He blows out a breath, further clearing his mind. He goes to the bed to collect Ellie’s bag. He double checks to make sure Mr. Snugglebutt is in the bag before he closes it securely. As he turns toward Abi, she’s giving him a look. “What?” he asks.
“You just watched me pack that bag,” she replies, calmly. Straw raises an eyebrow. He’s well aware of this, so he’s not following her. “You just checked to see if Ellie’s favorite stuffed animal is in the bag. Now, who’s being a worrier?” She smugly smirks at him. Insufferable woman. She should have been a special forces operator. She doesn’t miss a thing. He just shrugs, pulling the bag from the bed and walks to her side, snagging her by the hand to head toward the stairs that end at the front door.
“I just don’t want to be interrupted later when she won’t go the sleep because she doesn’t have Mr. Snugglebutt.” Abi rolls her eyes at him as they head down to hand Ellie over for the night. At the bottom of the stairs, Marla is bent over listening intently to Ellie as she chatters away about her day. The admiral and Tank are off to the side seemingly deep in conversation. Straw wonders what’s up with that, but doesn’t pry. Tank has been acting strange lately. Straw makes a mental note to check in with his friend. He’s been distracted with Abigail and Ellie, making sure they are settled and happy. Even though Straw’s noticed Tank’s unusual behavior over the last few months, he hasn’t made the time to ask him about it, despite the fact that they ride into base together every morning. He needs to correct that and soon.
“Momma!” Ellie shrieks as the couple reaches the bottom of the stairs. “Grandpa is here to get me.” Abigail hands the admiral Ellie’s small suitcase before kneeling down to hug and kiss her daughter.
“I know, baby girl,” Abi’s voice cracks and she clears her throat before continuing, “Now, you be good for your grandparents, okay?” Ellie nods eagerly. “They will call me if you need me or anything.” Again, the little girl nods. She frowns before reaching out to take her mother’s face in her hands.
“Momma, don’t cry. I’m just going to Grandpa’s. I’ll be back tomorrow. Tank and Straw will play with you while I’m gone.” Straw chokes on his own spit at the child’s innocent statement. She just doesn’t know how right she is that he’s going to ‘play’ with her momma, but Tank isn’t invited. Straw doesn’t share everything with his best friend. Abigail’s chuckle makes him smile. Leave it to Ellie to make her mother laugh instead of cry.
“Sorry, little one,” Abigail replies. “I’m just going to miss you. You’re growing up too fast. What am I going to do when you’re all grown up?” Abigail is getting nostalgic on him. Ellie looks thoughtfully at her mother, and then as matter a fact as you can get, she shocks the shit out of them all.
“Just have me a baby brother,” Ellie answers. “Then you won’t be lonely when I’m out having fun.” Abigail looks as stunned as Straw feels, but Ellie’s next words blow him away. “Straw will give you one or two more, I know. He likes kids. I heard him telling Tank one day he couldn’t wait until you were carrying his baby so y’all need to get on with that. I’m tired of waiting.” An almost hysterical laugh escapes Abigail as the rest of the room erupts into full on belly laughs.
Straw remembers that conversation. He’d thought Ellie was asleep. He’d picked her up from daycare so Abi could meet Charlotte and the other women for a girls’ night out. He’d been feeling overly chatty that night. He and Tank had ordered take out for supper. He’d let Ellie pick her favorite junk food at the store and they’d gone home to feast and watch cartoons. When he’d thought Ellie was good and asleep, Tank had asked him how things were going between him and Abigail since they’d gotten home from California. Straw had spilled his guts about how happy he is and his plans for the future. He’s bought a ring and is planning on asking her to marry him later tonight. He’s just hoping that Ellie doesn’t spill the beans on that little secret, too. Straw had told Tank he couldn’t wait for Abigail to agree to marry him, because he wanted to get her pregnant soon. He didn’t want Ellie to grow up an only child. He wanted them to have a house full of children as many as Abigail is willing to give him.
“I think it’s time we head out, pumpkin,” the admiral interjects when he’s gotten his laughter under control. “We don’t want to be late for the movie. You know there’s always a line for popcorn.” At that, Ellie’s face lights up again, and she quickly gives her momma a kiss on the cheek.
“Bye, momma! We gotta go. I can’t miss getting popcorn!” Ellie explains happily as she reaches for her grandfather’s hand. It doesn’t take them long to say their good-byes and get out the door. Once they are gone, Tank turns to the couple.
“I’m ready to head out, too,” he informs them. “I, uh, I’ll be back Sunday night, but if something comes up that you need me, just call, okay?” Straw nods at his friend all the while wondering what his friend is up to, but now is not the time to push for answers. The two men exchange a bro hug with a back slap. Then Tank exits through the front door, leaving the couple alone. Straw turns to look at Abigail. He is once again struck by her beauty, and he’s very grateful she’s his. She’s giving him an odd look. He quirks a brow in her direction.
“You really told Tank you wanted to get me pregnant?” Abigail’s voice is soft, filled with wonder. Straw is suddenly nervous. What if she feels he’s trying to move too fast? What if this is too overwhelming for her? He has to be honest with her, though. If she freaks out, they will work it out. He’ll wait as long he needs for her to be ready for more. Straw nods in answer to her question. Her face flushes, and a huge smile spreads over her face. Relief floods through him. He should never have doubted her love for him.
“Well, I guess we should get started then,” Abigail replies, a wicked smile on her face, startling Straw. Taking him by the hand, she leads him toward the stairs. “Come on, Robert. We’ve got babies to make.” Straw shakes his head as he follows his love up the stairs. Looks like they will be getting the festivities started early, which is fine by him. He has more than enough ideas on how to please her to keep them busy way into the night and early morning.
Reaching their bedroom, Abi turns to him tilting her head up for a kiss. He’s happy to oblige her. Taking her into his arms, kissing her deeply, savoring her taste, the sweet sounds of her moans as his hands begin to roam her delectable body. He’s so ready to get her naked so he can taste her other lips. She’s his feast, and he’s starving, but first he needs to do something important. He’s thought about planning a big elaborate dinner, a super romantic spot, but his Abi isn’t into fancy stuff. Public displays of affection embarrass her, and he wants this moment to be one she’ll remember for the rest of her life.
Her hands moving to his waist band draws him out of his thoughts. He needs to stop this before they get too carried away. He breaks their kiss. His hands moving down to still her hands. She looks up at him startled at his abrupt halt to her attentions. “What’s wrong?” she whispers. Her look of uncertainty squeezes his heart.
“Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart,” Straw runs his hand down the side of her face. “I want to give you something.” Her uncertainty is gone, and the wicked smile has returned.
“Well, I was trying to help you with that.” She again reaches for his belt, but he again stops her as a grin crosses his face.
“We’ll definitely be getting to that, but first I have something else for you,” Straw tells her as he sets her away from him. Touching her addles his brain. All he can think about is eating her pussy, burying his cock deep inside her wet heat, and the spilling his cum inside her. Damn when she gives him that look that’s displayed on her beautiful face, it’s all he can think about.
Focus!He walks toward the small rug that covers a small section of the bedroom floor on his side of the bed. Kneeling down he pulls the rug aside, revealing the spot where his floor safe is located. A gasp escapes Abigail, and she walks over to his side. He slides the hidden panel to uncover the key pad. Punching in his code, the door pops open. It’s not a huge safe, just large enough to store his important documents, a few thousand in cash, a loaded 9mm, and his most prized possession at the moment. He plucks the ring box from its spot and snaps the safe closed.
“Robert,” Abi whispers as she looks down at the box he’s holding. They are in a fitting position. Not wanting to delay any longer, Straw opens the box, revealing a gorgeous 1 ct diamond in a princess cut. He’d debated and agonized over the ring. He wanted to get a nice 2 ct but he knew it would make Abi uncomfortable. She’s lived her life barely scraping by. Never enough of the basic necessities. Even this ring is more than she’s likely comfortable with, but in time, she’ll come to accept it. He looks up at her wide-eyed expression. He smiles. He’s so ready for this. It’s the next step on their future.
“Abi, sweetheart.” Straw begins kneeling at her feet. “We have been destined to be together since the day we were born. I believe that with every fiber of my being. It’s taken us years to get here, but now that we are…I want it all. I want you to take my last name. I want you to carry and birth our children. I want us to grow old together, die together when the time comes, and finally spend eternity together.” Abigail is looking at him with wonder and love glowing from her eyes. They have begun to shimmer with the tears that have formed. “Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” Straw waits with bated breath as he anticipates her reply.
“Yes, Robert!” Abigail answers breathlessly. “Of course, I will.” He stands as she throws her arms around his neck. He hugs her back. He truly is the happiest man alive. He kisses her, holding her close. He needs to get his ring on her finger. Pulling back, he wipes at the happy tears falling down her precious face. He takes the ring from the box, tossing the empty box on the bed. Taking her left hand in his, he slips the ring on the fourth finger of her left hand. It fits perfectly. He kisses her finger where the ring rests. He looks up at her, and his heart is over flowing with love.
“Now,” he begins. “Where were we?” He moves in to kiss her. She eagerly accepts kissing him back. Her hands rove over his chest, around to his broad back, and finally down to his pants. She’s been wanting to get him naked since Tank walked out the door. No need to keep denying her, it’s what he wants too. He moves to help her, quickly shedding his clothes and hers. She squeals in delight as he tosses her onto the bed cross ways. Grabbing her ankles he pulls her hips to the edge, pushing her thighs apart. She’s already wet for him. Her dark curls glistening with her essence. Damn, she’s so beautiful and she’s his. His to love, to cherish, to protect.
He lowers his head to place gentle kisses on her splayed thighs before moving in to take in her sweet taste. She sighs happily. Her hands drifting into his hair. She runs her fingers through his hair as he licks at her pussy. He drives his tongue deep, lapping up her nectar. His tongue licks up to her clit. He circles it a few times before flicking it intently, making her squirm and moan. As she begins to fuck his face in earnest, he sucks on her clit. A throaty moan escapes, her spurring him on. He begins to drive his tongue deep in her folds, fucking her pussy with his tongue like he intends to do soon with his cock. Her moans get more intense. He can feel her walls begin to flutter. She’s on the edge. He debates keeping her there, drawing it out, making her beg for her release, or letting her tumble over so he can get inside her. He decides to make her beg. They have all night after all. Releasing her clit, he places little kisses on her mound, her thighs. He licks the outside of her pink lips. He smiles at her frustrated growl.
“Rob-Robert,” she whines. “What are you doing? I’m was almost there.” He moves up, giving her body kisses and licks as he nears her head. She looks at him with confusion. He hasn’t teased her like this since their first night together. He’s always given her what she’s needed when she needed it, but there’s something about having the power to make her beg him. He knows if he drags it out, she’ll come much harder, and he wants her to experience that, especially tonight after she’s agreed to become his wife. He wants to give her the most intense pleasure imaginable. He wants her to have everything, the world, because she’s his. His love.
When he reaches her face, he kisses her long and deep. He knows she can taste herself on his tongue. That makes him even harder. His cock throbbing with need. He might be torturing her a little, but he’s torturing himself, too. He breaks the kiss to trail them over her jaw to her most sensitive spot behind her ear. She moans at his attention, her hands roving over his back, her nails digging in a little as she runs her hands down his body. Apparently, she’s going to play dirty if he’s going to. Her hands go to his cock. She tugs on it gently as her other hand lowers to cup his balls just the way he likes it. When she pulls on the sack, he grunts with the pleasure. It hurts so good. “Sweetheart,” he growls out.
