Fraternizing (38 page)

 
He paused, trying to gauge me, but I gave
nothing away. I wanted to hear this part.

“In the midst of
my divorce, Evelyn kept trying to get me to work things out with her. I didn’t
want to, but I did want to hurt her. I knew Leti had a thing for me, so I
started sleeping with her because I knew she would run her mouth and it would
get back to Evelyn. Leti got attached, but I hadn’t gotten attached at all. It
was just fucking to me. My divorce finalized, Leti and I stopped fucking,
stopped talking, and I felt like my life kind of went back to normal. After
about three months of pretending the other didn’t exist, she said she missed my
friendship and wanted it back. I didn’t see the harm in it, so we went back to
being friends. Until you…”

“Until me?”

“Yes. She’s
jealous. She’s pissed. So she’s trying to sabotage us.”

I grabbed his
face and cradled it in both hands. “I’m not going anywhere. You understand
that?”

“You using my
saying on me?”

“Yes, I am.”

He moved me from
his lap. “Close your eyes for a sec.”

I did as told. A
minute later he was sitting next to me whispering, “Open your eyes.”

When I opened
them, I caught sight of a small black box in his hands.
The
flicker of the fire illuminating it and showcasing the velvety exterior.
My mind wandered and then went blank. Surely it was much too soon for this?

“It’s not what
you think it is,” he said, grinning at me. “It’s too soon for that, but I think
this is just as good.”

He’d read my
mind.

He opened the box
and pulled out a sparkling pair of silver dog tags. My hand went to my chest as
a tear rolled down my cheek. For a Marine, and especially Alex, this was
significant. Dog tags meant something, and the fact that he was passing his
over to me solidified our standing as a couple.

“I can’t take
these—“

“Yes you can,” he
interrupted. “My regular pair
are
tied to my boot
strings. These are my first pair. I want them around your neck. Over your
heart.”

He slid the chain
over my head and down my neck, allowing the tags to rest just past my heart. I
was overwhelmed.

“When I planned
this getaway, I planned every fucking trick in the book to get you to see that
I wasn’t the big asshole I showed myself to be—that I really wanted you
and that I was just a dumbass who couldn’t think straight. Then last night that
song came on and just put everything into perspective.”

“Fall For You?”

“Yes.” He reached
behind him and pulled out an acoustic guitar. “I learned a thing or two in
juvie. Music kind of helped me focus.”

The next thing I
knew, Alex was strumming a very sweet sounding rendition of
Fall for You
by Secondhand Serenade
while I hummed along. His eyes lowered, but sparks could be felt from miles
away. Each chord poured on a new level of adoration, putting me in a place that
I never thought I would experience again. In that moment, our getaway felt so
much like that butterfly that I had branded on my body. We were caged down in
Twentynine, hiding and pretending, lying and dodging. Here, we could be us, and
without the pressures of the Corps. Free to fly and be who we were.

He finished the
song, and I gave him a small round of applause. His lowered eyes turned
sinister. He dropped the guitar and crawled over to me. I felt like an animal
waiting to be captured. The end result was sure to be promising.

“Tengo que estar
dentro de ti, mi pequena y
linda
mariposa.”

I giggled as he
hovered over me, his eyes burning brighter than the fire raging not too far
away from us.

“What does that
mean?”

“It means I need
to be inside of you, my pretty little butterfly.”

His hushed words
and lustful gaze did me in. I grabbed hold of his head and pulled him down with
me as I lowered myself onto the sand. His sexy use of Spanish had my libido
overflowing.

I couldn’t wait
to grant his request.

Chapter 23

Alex

Her tongue took over where mine usually did all of the
work. Those soft, petite hands that normally stroked my head were noticeably
absent. Replacing them were strong, commanding hands, holding me down to her
while her lips and tongue owned me. The leftover chocolate flavor in her mouth
plucked my senses, finally making me overrule her, using my own tongue to claim
my rightful place as aggressor.

One
of my hands reluctantly left her ass and snaked its way up her back, her warm,
silk-like skin weakening my resolve. I tugged on the strings and untied her top
as she arched her back, my mouth now working its way across her sultry jawline
and down her neck.

My
lips kissed their way down her neck, over her collarbone, and down to her
chest, where my teeth took hold of her bikini top and tugged until her
beautiful tits were displayed, primed and ready for me.

I
pulled back from her, staring down and whispering. “How the fuck did I get so
lucky?”

She
didn’t answer. Her eyes just rolled back in her head as she lifted her hips,
inviting me into her. I sat back on my knees and reached into the bag, pulling
out a condom before untying my board shorts and pulling them down. My dick was
throbbing, aching to get inside of its sanctuary. She had no idea the effects
that her body had on me, calming shot nerves while pleasuring me in ways that I
didn’t even know were possible.

I
worked my way out of my board shorts, not wanting to deal with any sort of
restrictions.
 

I
grabbed her hips, gently sliding her down to me, and skimmed the very top of
her bikini bottoms, finally hooking my fingers just inside of the hem and
pulling down. Elation hit me as I stared down at her beautiful pussy. I grabbed
a towel and placed it underneath her, not wanting too much sand to get into
crevices that would make her even the slightest bit uncomfortable. I wanted
this night to be filled with nothing but absolute pleasure.

I
sat between her legs, peering into her beautiful jade hued eyes. “I’m not
fucking you tonight. Tonight, I take my time. Tonight I get to
know
you.”

I
licked my fingers, sinking one, then two inside her, gently stroking her
insides. She moaned
,
a sound that sent tingles down my
back and a shock to my cock. She was so wet, so ready, so wanting. I continued
to finger fuck her,
then
worked my way over her body,
reaching down to position my solid erection right at her entrance.

She
smiled as her arms wrapped around my neck, then opened her legs a little wider
as I slowly sank my waiting cock into her. The slow entrance allowed me to feel
her deliciously sweet pussy as her walls clamped down, holding on for dear
life. A guttural sound escaped me, truly relishing the feel of her for the
first time.

“You’re
so fucking tight. It’s like the first time all over again.”

I
set to work using slow, rhythmic movements, not wanting her pussy to lose the
grip it had on me, making me lose the mesmerizing feeling that was rocketing
through my body. Cassie had always been beautiful to me, that was a given, but
the tale of her past, coupled with the strength to persevere, sent that beauty
to whole new heights. Fucking her just didn’t feel right at the moment. I
needed to engulf myself in her. I needed to become one with her.

“You’re
like a fucking drug that I can’t get enough of,” I whispered in her ear, still
rocking in and out of her as tiny moans and whimpers left her beautiful mouth. “I’m
on a high when I’m inside of you that I don’t want to come down from.”

She
turned her head slightly, kissing my clenched jawline. The luxurious feel of
her pussy had me spoiled—spoiled rotten. I could have laid in there
forever with no intention of ever coming out.

“Just
a little harder, please,” she moaned. Her wish was my command. I upped the
intensity just a bit, still wanting to enjoy the full effect of her sweet spot.

I
began nibbling on her ear, lightly tracing the edge with the tip of my tongue. Her
hands left my neck and moved to my back, and her nails, although short, dug in
as her legs wrapped tightly just below my ass. She lifted her hips to meet my
thrusts, our bodies feeling like one as we moved in a synchronized manner. She
was beginning to tear away at my soul, making me feel as if I was losing myself
inside of her. Low grunts billowed out of me as the feelings became so intense
that my legs started to tingle. Her grip on my back grew tighter with each
passing second.

“I
want on top of you,” she softly whispered.

I
rolled us over as I took the bottom and she assumed control from the top. Dusts
of sand fell from her body, landing on me as she positioned herself just right.
I looked up at her, the fire burning directly behind her and illuminating her
frame like the angel that she was to me. She began rolling her hips while
thrusting her hands up into her hair and pulling out her ponytail, allowing her
long, damp and now wavy hair to drape her shoulders. I reached up with one hand
and grabbed one of her tits, my other hand reaching behind and squeezing her
ass cheek. My hips continued to move with hers, the building orgasm sure to be
explosive and dominating as she continued to pleasure me.

Both
of her hands were in her hair, holding on tightly at the root as her eyes
closed and she bit down on her bottom lip. I moved both of my hands to her
hips, guiding her movements as my release was threatening to come undone.

I’m
close, baby,” I breathed, still reveling in the feel of her rocking to and fro
on top of me.

“Wait
for me,” she moaned, her hands dropping from her head and onto my chest.

“Of
course. Ladies first.”

She
perched her hands on each pectoral, rolling her hips so that her pussy skimmed
my cock, taunting me to lose myself before I absolutely wanted to. I held tight
to her hips, moving her pleasing body up and down as I plowed deep into her. Her
moans ceased to exist, screams filling the open space.

“Ahhhh….
Ahhhhh…. Omigod, Alex. I’m coming. I’m fucking coming.”

“Come,
baby,” I rasped, feeling my release coming right along with hers.

A
few more thrusts matching the roll of her hips and we came, loud, hard, and
hot, the crash of the waves not far from us exaggerating the powerful and
explosive release that we both shared. She fell on top of me, her hair
shielding our faces as she breathed hard into my ear. My hands now rested on
her ass.

“I
just made love to someone for the first time in my life,” I told her, moving
her hair so that I could get a good look at her after she’d just changed me for
the better.

“What?”
Shock swept through her face as she sat up and straddled me with my cock still
inside of her.

“You
just made a real man out of me. I’ve never done that before.”

An
apprehensive grin stretched across her mouth. I could tell she was both elated
and confused.

“You’ve
done something to me, Blondie. Something foreign and weird, but oh so good.”

“Come
here.” She motioned with her finger, and I worked hard to sit up with her still
on top of me. My abs flexed hard, bulging abs protruding from my midsection as
I was finally able to sit up, using her waist as a stronghold. She kissed
me—not hard, not soft, but just right. I worked my fingers through her
hair, removing it from her face as she pulled away and looked into my eyes.
                  
“You don’t even realize how much that means to me.”

I
drew her in closer, the side of my face resting up against her chest, holding
my dog tags to her heart. I breathed to the drum of her heartbeats, basking in
the warmth of the burning fire under the cover of darkness with nothing but
tiny specs of light from the millions of brightly lit stars.

 
It was absolutely true. Even as a married
man, I couldn’t recall ever having made love to Evelyn. Our connection just
hadn’t reached that deep, and now here I was, ready to turn over the moon for
the girl sitting on my lap, occupying my heart. The combination of all of the
stars in the sky plus the burning fire directly behind me was no match for the
depth and intensity of the love that I had inside of me. Cassie, my little
butterfly, had no idea that by setting herself free, she had also done the same
for me.

Chapter 24

Cassie

Saturday night
was life changing.

So much had been
shared.
From our pasts, to our bodies, and most meaningful,
our hearts and minds.
Alex and I had reached a level that I never
thought imaginable. He was an amazing fuck, but an even better lover. He took
me on a voyage of personal and sexual discovery, with his heart used as the
anchor. He opened himself up and laid it all out, and even though neither of us
wanted to say it, I felt the love engulfing us like the flames used to light up
our night. Alex Cruz transformed me, in more ways than one.

We drove to our
hotel shortly after our life altering love making session, going at one another
one more time before finally crashing out of sheer exhaustion.

Sunday was
non-stop, starting with breakfast in bed, moving on to a sailing trip, and then
back to our hotel where Alex had a chef come in and prepare our meal on our
outdoor balcony. He strummed a few more songs for me on his guitar before we
filled ourselves with one another again and finally went to bed. I took plenty
of pictures with my cell phone of the two of us and our many excursions. I
needed something as a constant reminder of the open joy that we were actually
allowed to have.