BEAST (25 page)

But once she’d lowered herself completely and her round ass was flush with his testicles, Christopher reached forward and gripped her hips, holding her in place. He rolled his pelvis against her and then he thrust upward repeatedly, each move punctuated by a loud grunt. Ashleigh’s hands gripped his wrists, holding him while she threw her head back and sought his rhythm, matching it. Her hips rolled counter to his clockwise.

The friction was maddening. Ashleigh brought herself up and Christopher’s hips followed. He thrust, seeking her heat, his hips moving quickly, withdrawing enough only to thrust back into her rapidly.

“Oh
yessss
!”
She dragged, her eyes closed in ecstasy. “I need you…” she groaned. “Chris, I need you, baby…”

Christopher clenched his teeth; biting back a whimper, and then he buried his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and held her tightly. His hips moved smoothly in long deep strokes.

“Oh Sweetheart…” His heart was pounding in his chest. Ashleigh suddenly leaned forward, planting her small hands on his shoulders. Her eyes bore into his in an incredibly raw and open manner in which she seemed to be trying to absorb every nuance of him.

Her rhythm quickened, he could hear the sound of her ass slapping his pelvis each time she slammed down on him. His breath was just a series of shudders, whimpers and moans. No one but this woman had ever made him feel this way; almost overwhelmed by the act they were sharing. Ashleigh’s tight grip on his dick matched the grip that she would forever have on his entire being.

He knew that
a man should always wait for his
woman to cum, but no one had ever fucked him so hard and so thoroughly and Christopher’s body suddenly tensed and then he was awash in an implosion of pleasure. He almost couldn’t see as stars shot before his eyes.

He grunted in a series of short breaths and then one loud growl. “Oh fuck! Baby, I’m going to cum!”

“Yes, baby! Cum…fill me up…need you…” She cried, her eyes boring into him her body working him even more rapidly. Christopher’s big hands gripped her ass, the bouncing continued as she worked her body faster over his. It felt like he was having a seizure as his semen exploded from him and then pumped rhythmically, flooding her. Suddenly her fingers tightened into fists, gripping his shirt and he saw her eyes become glassy and far away, mouth falling open silently.

And then he heard her scream.

Christopher tightened his grip on her rapidly bouncing bottom and slammed into her even though he was at the tail end of his own orgasm. He dug one foot into the mattress and used it as leverage to jack hammer into her canal and her loud cries became staccato intermingled with words. Soon her movements slowed and she collapsed panting on top of him. He kept his spent cock buried inside of her until the act of her falling on him forced him out. His arms went around her body and he held her, cocooning her.

It suddenly dawned on him what she was crying as she came;
need you need you
…

~***~

Ashleigh had fallen asleep there on top of him still full dressed; they both were. After holding her sleeping form for a long time, he finally shifted her onto the bed so that he could go to the bathroom. When he returned with a wet cloth he was surprised to see her watching him.

“Hi, Sweetheart.”

She smiled. “Hi.” He cleaned her while she spread her legs for him. He loved her smooth
mons
. She waxed regularly, but sometimes he wondered what her hair would be like down there. It would be something nice to explore. They snuggled in bed, her head on his shoulder. His body was her most comfortable pillow.

“I’m going to be the best Marine girlfriend. I promise.” She said, almost as if she was convincing herself.

“Going to be? You’ve already achieved that.” They’d only been dating for
a little over four
months but already he felt like Ashleigh was a permanent fixture.

Her hands moved along the hard plains of his chest and her nails gently scratched at his auburn chest hair.

“I’m going to make you cookies and brownie
s
. Hell, I’m g
oing to be sending care package big enough for you to
share with everybody-”

He looked down at her. “Sweetheart…it’s not like being deployed. We’re on a Special Taskforce. We don’t get any care packages. We can’t even have a cell phone or write home. When I’m away for those 2 months you won’t be able to contact me at all.”

Ashleigh stopped breathing as she looked up into his face.

“You can’t even call me to let me know that you got there okay?”

Had the moment not broken his heart he could have smiled at the innocence of her question. He killed people. She worried that he might not arrive safely? It was so unbelievably sweet. If only she understood…and thankfully she didn’t.

“No, baby.
We won’t get our cell phones back until after debriefing.”

“I can’t even send you letters…” She whispered.

He pulled her against him. But all she could think is that she was so addicted to him. His smell; masculine and clean soothed her to sleep each night. His touch, his presence, and the sight of him; the open love in his eyes, his crooked smile, all helped to reassure her that she was worthy of being loved. Two months without her Christopher would be hell on earth.

~***~

Lance had a thoughtful expression on his face as he watched Ashleigh. She fidgeted with her ink pen and tried to look as if she was paying attention to the conversation, but he knew that this mission of Christopher’s is all that was on her mind right now.

“Why don’t we go out Friday?” He said and then quickly added, “
but
not to that karaoke bar. I mean like to a place that has less racism.”

Kendra’s lips curled as she gave
his hand an affectionate rub.
Even though it had been a month he s
till had a faint scar right at his hairline and might always have it. “Yeah, someplace less Ku Klux Klan would be nice.” They looked at Ashleigh who frowned when she realized that she was the center of attention.

“What?” Her brow was gathered as she had only been pretending to listen.

Lance didn’t give her a hard time about it. “We should all get together before Christopher ships out. Maybe we can get together this Friday.”

Ashleigh opened her mouth and then allowed it to snap shut. “We’re…going to be kind of busy.” A red blush began to creep up from her neck.

He rolled his eyes. “You two will have to take a break in order to eat, right?”

She frowned at him. “Just
long enough
to run into the kitchen to get bottled water and a snack cake.” She rubbed her chin. “I could buy a cooler…”

“Okay, Ashleigh, TMI. Just enjoy your boyfriend this weekend. I think we’ll understand.” Kendra smiled.

Christopher continued to search for jobs that week. He wanted something lined up when he returned because he was not taking
any chances of being stuck on
the roster again for another special assignment.

Each night Ashleigh made the evening memorable, just as she promised. They made love in places and in positions that he’d never dreamed he’d do comfortably. And he enjoyed every second of it. But each day brought them closer to his ship out date. He tried to prepare her as much as he reasonably could. He explained that the entire team would gather at the subbasement sometime in the later afternoon on Monday. They would fly out together and he would return 60 days later.

They had to suspend their workout session in the basement because he and the crew spent
most of their time
conditioning. A shadow crew had come in to take over where Christopher’s team left off. The shadow crew wasn’t with The Marines but were trained security personnel, though there were only seven of them. But
along with the normal Federal B
uilding and Federal Courthouse security there were never any problems transitioning out.

On Sunday, the two were forced to take a break from loving each other. Christopher wanted to visit his parents one last time for dinner before his mission. As they sat
around
the dinner table, the family all lowered their heads and prayed for Christopher’s safe return. Since Ashleigh watched his every move, she saw a shadow cross his face.

After dinner Christop
her, his brother Butch and a
cousin; Nick, all played with the kids while the rest of them sat on the porch and cheered. One day, she thought, he’ll be playing with our kids like that. And the though
t
made her both happy and sad.

~***~

They drove in to work together
for the first time early Monday so
that he wouldn’t need to leave his car in the underground parking garage. As they walked down the street hand in hand, she plastered on a
smile.
Ashleigh had tossed and turned all night and he had barely slept because of it. Well…that wasn’t true. He wouldn’t have slept regardless.

“One last kiss?”
She requested once they were in the lobby.

He leaned down and kissed her. “That doesn’t have to be the last one.” His softly accented voice made her smile tremble around the edges as she fought back her sadness. He didn’t need to be a witness to her anguish. She would have to put on her big girl panties just like every other wife, mother, and girlfriend had to do when they had a man that served in The Armed Forces. “We can meet for lunch if we can do it early; how’s that?”

She beamed.
“Really?”

“Yeah, if we can stay close, maybe just
to
the cafeteria?”

She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him excitedly. “Yes! What time?”

His hands went around her much smaller body. “11:30?”

“Perfect!” She said happily and released him. Now it was okay for her to go off to her office because this wasn’t actually goodbye. She looked over her shoulder and saw him watching her. “See you in a little while. Love you!”

He smiled crookedly. “I love you too, sweetheart.” As soon as she was gone the smile slipped from his face only to be replaced by a look of determination. He headed straight for Bruce’s office. He’d been thinking of something as he lay in bed last night. And if his Commander would agree then he wouldn’t
be going on a mission
.

“Beast…You know I can’t take you off the mission-” Bruce had a look of sorrow on his face that normally showed nothing but control. He knew that Christopher was dating the little trooper. All men that had new girlfriends, frightened wives or mothers came to him and asked the same thing. He had to tell them no.

“That wasn’t what I was going to ask, Sir.”

Bruce gave him a curious look. “Okay. What?”

“I want a different mission.
Well not really a mission but-
”

Bruce was already shaking his head. “Beast…Christopher, you don’t want to do that, son. If you leave this team you have to learn a whole new one. They know you and you know them. Another team won’t.”

“Let me explain.” Christopher began to pace as he tried to form the right words. He’d never had to speak about this to anyone and the words weren’t easy. But he must have been convincing because when he finished speaking Bruce stared at him.

“Yes.” He was nodding his head. “It’s well within your right, son.
I’ll need to make some calls but n
o one can deny
your request
. If it’s what you want then I’ll make it happen.” Bruce smiled. “I suppose the little trooper will be relieved. What does she think about it?”

“I wasn’t sure what you’d
be able to do it
. We’re going to have lunch before we ship out and I’ll tell her then.”