Page 5 of The Biggest Sacrifice

She wants so much from me. But I barely give.

Except in the bedroom. Here, she gets every part of me. In the bedroom is where I can let myself go with her. She’s never afraid, never questions and the give and take we’ve taught each other is amazing.

I wish I could allow her softness to reach me outside of the bedroom.

I pinch her nipples through her lace bra. The material rubbing against her spurs her on. I pull her panties further to the side, lick my finger, and rub her clit.

“Tommy, yes.”

I apply more pressure and grab her ass, urging her on. She works her hips like she was born to fuck me and only me. Our bodies fitting together perfectly.

“Get there, Farrah. Come for me, pretty girl.”

I tap, tap, tap on her clit and she breaks for me. I feel her pussy draw me up tighter inside of her and I gasp at the pull. She opens her eyes, watching me, and tightens even more, a smile pulling on her lips as the moan escapes.

“Oh, fuck, little mouse.” Her hips slow as she milks me for everything I have. I spill into her as my body relaxes.

She leans forward, laying her head on my chest, and I wrap my arms around her. I blindly undo the tie at her wrists, rubbing her arms and bringing them back around to me. I kiss her forehead, her temple, her cheeks. Inhale her scent. This woman gives me everything.

* * *

It’s late,and dinner is forgotten. We’re in the bed and she’s lying on my chest. We’re in a state of bliss right now and being here has me second guessing everything I’m doing. I’m expected to go when called, though. The team and my commander expect me to answer every time. I always have, so why would it be different now?

Farrah.

I can’t give her more.

Somewhere in the room, a phone goes off.

“Leave it.” I say.

“Is it yours? Or mine?”

“Who cares?”

She laughs. “What if it’s the station?”

I know it’s not. The PD has already placed me on a year’s leave.

I shrug and pull her in closer, but she pushes away. “I’m running to the bathroom and to grab water. Want anything?”

“Yes, a glass of water, too, please.” I say and sit up. I watch her walk, swaying her hips as she walks naked into the bathroom. “You better bring that ass back to bed quickly, Farrah.”

Her response is to slam the door. I chuckle, which turns to a sigh as I look around. In our hurry to be with each other, we threw our clothes around the room. The smell of her is on my skin. I wish I could bottle it and take it with me. I need her. She’s what’s going to get me through this. She’s always been what gets me through. Each time I’ve gone away, she’s been my center, even before we were anything to each other. I wish I could tell her that. But I feel it would only confuse her.

And me.

The door opening has me pulling my eyes toward her. She’s got my tee shirt on now. “Hey, take that o-”

“When were you going to tell me?”

Our eyes connect, hers with nothing but hurt. Then I look at the phone in her hand and instantly get mad. “Who told you?” I shout aggressively as I climb from the bed and grab for my boxers.

“Not you.”

CHAPTER 2

FARRAH

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