Page 70 of Lavender Moon

He huffs through his nose, shaking his head. “So I need special transport, now. Wonderful.”

“Babe, it’s just a long drive back home,” I try to reason. Normally I’d toss something snarky back in his face, but I’m still feeling this situation out. “I want you to be able to recline if you want.”

He closes his eyes briefly as if inwardly scolding himself. “Sorry… that’s sweet of you. Thank you.”

“It’s okay,” I murmur back and he lifts his chin in the direction of the front passenger door, indicating to the nurse to pull that door open. Looks like he at least wants to start off up front. As he shifts and scooches into the seat – which takes a small eternity given he has to put his left leg in first – I think I hear him mumble something about how he doesn’t want his wife to be his chauffeur, but again, I ignore it. He can have his frustrations, at least for right now.

Not much is said on the ten-hour drive back home. Kaleb mostly sleeps, and when he’s not asleep, he just stares out the window. Sometimes it looks like he’s in a trance. I check in with him every now and then, but he just gives me a faint smile and squeezes my leg affectionately before signing off again. He’s so distant, but I know that’s something I just have to be patient with, and I hold onto the hope that once he’s in his home again, things will look up.

30

KALEB

Oh, sweet Jesus, I’ve found Heaven, I think as I flop back onto the bed I haven’t seen for the last year.

Luna gives an easy smile as she props my leg up on several pillows. “Feel good?”

Never mind, I guess I actually said it out loud.

“After a one-man cot for the last eight months, are you kidding?” I quip, attempting a smile of my own.

After assessing the position of my beat-to-shit leg, I look up at Luna to see her looking at it as well, seemingly satisfied that it’s secure before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and turning to pull open a dresser drawer.

She must be tired after the long drive and hefting me up those front steps. That was fun, although she managed me and herself miles better than I expected. And all that time on the road, I know I wasn’t the best company. I had little to say as my mind seems to have become my worst enemy, torturing me relentlessly with visions of Alex being lifted from beside me and carried away by what was left of our platoon. It’s bad enough she has to see me injured like this, I don’t need her seeing me mentally weak too. Hell, I was supposed to be vertical for our reunion, not flat on my back in a flimsy hospital gown.

As I watch her undo her jeans, I realized I haven’t even kissed her yet. There just hasn’t seemed to be a right time as our reunion was a flurry of paperwork, physical therapists, and nurses.

“Lu,” I beckon from the bed just at the right moment that’s she’s pushing her jeans down her legs. My dick springs to life behind my ranger shorts, surprising even me. One would think this wouldn’t be the best time, but here I am, having a physical reaction to being home with her.

“Yeah?” Her hair flips as she turns her head to look at me.

“Come here,” I hold my hand out, and I fucking hate how helpless I feel. I want to be her man and get up off this bed and go to her, taking her in the fiercest kiss she’s ever had.

Kicking her jeans off and away from her feet she comes over to me, sitting on the edge of the bed and leans in as I reach for her. “You haven’t kissed me yet, silly girl,” I point out to her.

“You haven’t kissed me yet,” she returns with a playful quirk of her lips.

There she is.

That glimpse of the girl I left behind is all I need to pull her to me the rest of the way and touch my lips to hers, brushing them gently at first before crushing them together in a kiss so powerful and hard I will it to make up for the last few months absence.

“Mmm…” she whimpers against my mouth, and I don’t know if it’s from pleasure or from the force, but I find myself not caring either way. Some carnal need is taking over, and that little noise from her made my cock pound out a hard throb, signaling to me what it is I need right now.

With my other hand, I take hold of her hip and pull her closer, lifting her leg to help her straddle me but she falters. “Kaleb, wait,” she utters breathlessly between our lips. “Your leg… we shouldn’t do this.”

“My leg is injured but my dick still works,” I growl against her lips before forcefully jamming my tongue between them. This earns me another delectable moan that gets my blood flowing hot through my veins. “Come on, baby, he misses you,” I whisper wantonly between my tongues undulations.

“You need rest, and I don’t want to hurt you,” she pants, but she’s not fooling me. She speaks the truth, but she wants me as much as I want her, and I know it’s only going to take little more convincing.

“You’re not going to hurt me, you’re going to help me,” I reassure her. Because what I need is to be in control of something; to not feel fucking weak. I need to connect with my wife, I need to fuck her. “Lu, I promise. It will be okay, just please get on top of me, I need this. I need you.”

“Ohh…” she moans out again as she gingerly lifts her leg and brings it over me to straddle my hips. “Oh, Kaleb, I want this, I’ve missed you so much,” she confesses as she takes my face in her hands and re-engages our kiss while I move my hands up one of my long t-shirts she’s had on all this time and take hold of her hips, relishing the feel of the lace that meets my hands there.

“Baby girl,” I breathe against her mouth as I break our kiss just long enough to pull the t-shirt up and over her, leaving her beautiful tits pushed together in her lilac lace bra in my face. “Fuck,” I muse in a gruff whisper as I push them together, squeezing and kneading before ducking my head to let my tongue slip between her cleavage. I hear a gasp escape her throat in response and her hands find my hair, holding me tightly to where she wants me as I drive my erection upwards between her legs.

As my hands continue to grope and explore her body, I feel a certain firmness in her back I don’t remember. She’s always been a knockout and in damn good shape, but this is a different level of muscle tone. I feel it in her thighs too as she squeezes against me. Unhooking her bra with one hand, I peel it away from her, freeing her beautiful breasts that I immediately grab onto and my mouth lavishes each one with attention in turn.

Fucking damn, my thigh is starting to burn with my erratic heart rate pumping my blood through my body at a hard and fast rate, but I don’t give a fuck, I ignore it. Reaching between her legs, I find Luna’s panties absolutely drenched, and it floors me. “Holy fuck, baby. Do you know how wet you are?”

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