Page 9 of It All Began at Dixieland

“Alright, enough about me. What do you do? How do you spend your time?” She asks eagerly, as if she craves the details of my life as much as I crave the details of hers. We’ve talked about her family, her best friend Mallory, life in small town Ohio, and her desperation to see the world beyond, even though she only made it to the other side of the state.

“Well, I enjoy repeatedly running into the same woman and—”

“Seriously!” She lightly smacks my upper arm. I snatch her hand before she draws it back and hold it in mine on my lap. Her mouth forms a cute little “o”, and her eyes widen in surprise. I can’t help but picture that same reaction when I enter her for the first time. I shake my head and focus on her question.

“You ever seenBand of Brothers?”

She nods quickly, “I love it andThe Pacific.”

“Me too.” I grin, thinking back to a younger version of myself. “I watched it repeatedly. I lived and breathed Easy Company. I watched when they jumped out of the planes and fought the bad guys and knew that is what I wanted to do. So, I joined the army as soon as I turned 18 and worked hard to become a paratrooper. Never felt anything quite like jumping out of a plane thousands of feet in the air…the fear, the excitement, the rush of adrenaline…at least not until today.” I meet her gaze and hold it as my meaning sinks in. A gorgeous flush spreads across her bronze skin and I want to feel its heat beneath my tongue. “Unfortunately, my military career ended earlier than I would have liked. I actively served for 14 years, but my medical discharge became official about 6 months ago.”

She gasps, her free hand coming up to my cheek and grazing my stubble. Tingles travel down the length of my spine at the intimacy. “Were you injured in combat?”

I laugh, which confuses her. “No.” I sober after a moment, “Sorry. No. It was a fucking training exercise. Wind shifted suddenly and another trooper collided with me, and I landed wrong. Fucked up my knees. Had two surgeries and months of physical therapy but they will never be the same.”

“I’m sorry, Foster. That…well, frankly, that sucks big ol’ donkey dicks.” Unable to resist, I drop my head to her neck and press a soft kiss to the delicate flesh.

“Thank you, baby.” When I pull back, her eyes are glassy and her lips are parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she pants. “It did suck the biggest, most gnarliest of dicks, at least at first. Honestly, I started working with my sister for something to do and realized that my life isn’t over now that I don’t have the military, I’m just starting the next chapter.”

“Where do you live? I mean, you’re staying in a hotel, so you aren’t from here, where do you…hang your hat?” She sighs in frustration and drops her chin. I chuckle at her being tongue-tied. Happy to know I affect her.

“A few hours from here. But my sister and I grew up outside of Kansas City, and our parents still live here. We’ll be heading their way tomorrow.” I tell her, my tone regretful. I’ve only just started to get to know her.

“Excuse me.” The bartender comes to our end with a customer service smile. “We’re closing in a few minutes. Would you like to settle your tab now?” I check my watch and find it’s nearing 2 in the morning. Shit, we’ve been talking for hours.

“Yeah, sorry, didn’t realize the time.” I hand over my credit card. While the bartender rings me out, I turn to Efa, “Would you like to come to my room?”

I watch her internally debate her choices. She finally smirks, “Won’t your sister mind?”

“I’m 34 years old and have been sleeping on my own for quite some time now. Plus, I don’t think she’ll care one way or the other, considering she’s on a different floor than me and already conked out.”

“You have a room all to yourself?”

I nod, closing the distance between us once again. “Just a soft expansive bed and little ol’ me to occupy it.” She snorts, considering I’m over six feet tall. I dip my head again and this time lick up the column of her throat. “You wanna join me?”

Her lips press against the shell of my ear, and I feel it in my cock. “Absolutely.”

Efa 7.

Panting against the top of his head as his lips descend down my neck, I breathe out, “I’ve never done this.” His mouth freezes, lips puckered mid-kiss. Slowly, he arches his neck to meet my eyes.

“Sex?”

“What?” I bark, then snicker when I realize what he thinks I meant. “No, I have had sex. Sorry. I just meant sex on the first date…not that we are on a date…but like the first-time meeting someone…I’ve never…I have a very specific checklist before I am intimate with someone.” That does not make me sound any less crazy, should have let him believe I was a virgin.

He smirks, his eyes lingering on my wet and kiss-swollen lips, “And how’s that list working out for you?” Before I can answer he dips his head to my neck, his hands caging me against the wall outside his hotel room, his impressive erection pinning me in place. My brain stutters and all rational thoughts flee when he swivels his hips and grinds into me.

“List? What list?” He chuckles and I’m not sure why, and I don’t care. My entire body is primed and ready for whatever he has planned. Orgasms. He better be planning orgasms. I want them. All of them. Every. Single. Fucking. One.

I register the click of his door, then I’m airborne as he carries me into his room, pushing me against another wall. He tugs at the hem of my shirt, his mouth attacking mine. Whining at the separation, I rip my shirt over my head and throw it, driving my tongue back into his mouth and drinking down his deep, throaty growl. His hands move from my ass to mold my tits. He pops them out of my bra, thumb and forefinger pinching my nipples as he pulls slightly, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to my clit.

“Foster.” His name, that one word, a beg, a plea, a cry of desperation. He drops me to my feet, his hands leaving my abused nipples, traveling down my sides as he follows my shorts and panties to the floor. I stare in wonder as he buries his face in the apex of my thighs and breathes deep.

“Fucking hell,” he moans. I brace my hands on the wall when he lifts my right leg over his shoulder, spreads my pussy lips and licks me with a broad stroke of his tongue.

“Jumpin’ Jehosephat!” I squeak. His chuckle vibrates through my clit and straight to my heart…and vagina. I’m wet. Obscenely wet. And he’s snarling and snapping and grunting his pleasure. I’ve never had anyone eat me so…voraciously. It’s been pleasurable in the past, an appetizer. But this…I feel decadent and savored like a five-course meal.

He gently slides two fingers inside and my back is bowing, and my hands are tangled in his hair and I’m on the edge of a cliff and I can’t wait to jump. He suckles my clit, nibbling on it. He twists his hand and curls his fingers, pressing against something inside me and I leap.

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