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Authors: Sharon Hamilton

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He smiled and cocked his head. “I think we’ve said more words tonight than we ever have had in the past.”

She matched his grin. “I guess maybe we’re growing up, Zak. I’m ready for a good old-fashioned grownup good-bye. How about you?”

“I think I can do that.” He leaned over and kissed her. Amy let him lead and when she didn’t pull him to her he wasn’t sure at first if she really wanted him or not. But as her lips parted and she accepted him, as their kiss deepened, he could feel her fire burning, waiting to envelop both of them.

Her fingertips touched his face as they parted. Her brown eyes were honest, as tears continued to roll down her cheeks. “Thank you.” She brushed back her cheeks and sighed. “You know where I’d like to go?”

“I think I do.” Zak smiled back at her, turning to start the truck.

“You have a—” Amy looked over the seat to the small king cab seat behind them and found the familiar quilt folded there. “You still have it,” she said as her face lit up.

Zak shrugged his shoulders, bringing his arm around her shoulders. “Part of my truck, I guess.” Looking down the road he realized for the first time since he’d been home, he was relaxed and actually looking forward to the next few minutes with her.

Chapter 6


O
ak trees arched
overhead just like they always did, but Amy saw in their shadows a greeting, as if they were welcoming her home. She’d been to the golf course many times during the daytime over the past couple of years, even recently, but this was their favorite spot. She loved the smell of the fresh cut lawn, the sound of the night birds, how the stars twinkled so brightly, away from nearby harsh lighting.

Zak even parked in the spot he always parked before, at the end of the first row, turning off the motor. Headlights illuminated the course in the distance, rising and falling in swales and hills dancing in the shadows.

“You sure about this?” he asked her.

Amy knew the answer, squeezing his hand. “Yes. Completely.” But she still felt a little scared even though her heart was beating with anticipation.

For the first time ever, she wanted him to know how much she’d missed him. What if it felt different? What if that luxurious chemistry they had was gone? What if they didn’t have that spark, that feedburner of passion usually enveloping them? Would it still be okay?

He led her out from his side of the truck. They walked hand in hand, his left arm cradling the comforter. Frogs from the numerous creeks nearby abruptly stopped as they walked closer to their hiding places. She heard an owl overhead.

“Sure hope the sprinklers are turned off,” Zak chuckled in reference to one of the times they’d been sprayed with water in the middle of having sex. She’d forgotten about that time, and it brought a smile to her face.

Zak lay the blanket down and sat. Amy took up her place next to him.

“This is the last thing in the world I thought I’d be doing tonight,” Zak said.

“It’s like, well,” Amy hesitated, but continued, “I’ve thought about what it would be like to be with you one more time. I’ve thought so much about it, I kind of don’t know how to act.”

“Come here.”

His kiss put her right back where she belonged. He smelled like the man she knew growing up. The feel of his cheek against hers, the taste on his lips was all what she’d remembered, dreamt about.

His hand slipped up under the hem of her dress as he stroked her backside. Amy leaned into him as he lay back, allowing her to ride his thigh. His fingers snagged her panties and slipped them down one side while she helped with the other, pushing herself against the length of his upper leg when she was free of her undergarment. She unbuttoned his jeans, and her fingers found him just as she always had. Squeezing his package she helped him ease his pants down over his hips with her other hand. He pushed her back against the blanket, hiking up her dress.

He dug into his pockets, fumbling a little and produced a foil packet. She took it from him, opened it and sheathed it over him. “I always loved this part,” she whispered to him.

“Are we sure what we’re doing here?” he asked.

“Ask me if I’m ever sure about anything, Zak. Are you?”

She felt and tasted some nervousness from him as they kissed. Before long, the heat came up between them and she was gasping for air. She noticed his breathing had shortened. His hands were smoothing over her breasts, her shoulders, her back and up the long ridge of her thigh.

He pressed himself against her opening and waited. Bending down to kiss her again, he said, “Amy, you know this is goodbye, right? I just want to be sure you are okay with us this way.”

She smiled as he pressed, beginning to breach her opening, agreeing with him. “Why, what were you thinking?” She raised her knee, allowing him to slide inside. Looking into each other’s eyes, he entered fully to the hilt. His thumbs smoothed over her cheeks. He dipped his head down as their lips barely touched for a couple of tender, soft nibbles. She grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down and deepening his kiss. She arched, first to accept him fully and then releasing as their familiar rhythm began to pulse. His hot breath in her ear, the kisses he covered her neck with, the way he lifted her buttocks up and hiked her knees above him urgently telling her of his need ignited the fire in her soul.

He let out a small groan as his breath hitched. She pressed her chest against his, feeling the strength of his heart beating against hers, loving the feel that her arms could not fully encircle him. Her hands moved up and down the bulging muscles of his back. She held his hips as he undulated into her, pressing himself up and deep inside her.

Her natural instincts were to be urgent with him, but she let the rhythm build between them, long and slow, each coming together and parting approaching that oneness they used to feel as they made love. She never wanted it to end.

Already her body was spasming to his penetration, her muscles milking him. The familiar tingling sensation began spreading all over her body. Her spine became warm and liquid. Her knees hugged his sides as her legs crossed over his back. His rough kiss matched the urgent cry coming from deep inside his chest as he stilled, arched and she felt the familiar pulsing of his buried cock.

“Oh, Zak. Not yet.”

“I can’t help it, Amy. Ah! So sorry.”

She found herself laughing lightly, snuggling with him as he kissed her chest, laughing too. “Oh, I remember this. I remember how wonderful I felt afterwards,” she whispered to the stars.

“I do too. I remember it all. It comes back to me in dreams all the time.”

“Really?” She looked at him askance. She felt him lurch and then sharply inhale. She lowered one leg to the side, but kept the other one crossing his rear.

“Well, not every time, but a lot of times. Those were good days, Amy. Crazy, but good days. I spent a lot of time being angry at you.”

“I remember. I liked making you jealous.”

“But I couldn’t stay away.”

“Yeah. And I was glad. I didn’t want you to.” She remembered how intensely she had felt. “You scared me. How I felt about you scared me. Like it was way too soon.”

“It was too soon. Hell, we were just kids.” His thumbs caressed her cheeks again. He kissed her tenderly. “Amy, you know what I mean about it being too soon?”

“Correct,” she said as she pinched his nose. “Playing grownups, but not having a clue what it was all about.”

She inhaled, as something hurt inside her heart. She turned her head to the right to distract herself, watching the smooth green of the course round the top of a small hill, the blades of grass shining in the moonlight. She knew she was on borrowed time.

“You okay?”

“Of course, never better.” She giggled, hoping it would cheer her up more than it did.

“What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinking that whenever I see a golf course, I think of these times we had. I think of you.”

“Obviously you haven’t taken it up.”

“Never. I’d bust a gut. Honest. I couldn’t do it.”

Zak rolled to his back, hiking up his jeans and stared up to the stars. His hands were threaded across his chest. She folded her dress against her thigh and assumed the same position. It was a nice feeling having his warm body along the length of hers. There was something clean and honest about the way she felt, unlike before.

She could tell he’d fallen asleep so she turned carefully and watched him for a few minutes before he opened his eyes again. She wondered what he was thinking and dreaming of, if she was part of that vision.

“Sleep. I won’t be getting much of it very soon now.”

“Part of the training?”

“After the initial few weeks, we have Hell Week. We get like forty-five minutes sleep in five, six days.”

“I know you’ll make it, Zak.”

“Less than ten percent chance. I doubled up on my PT before coming up here, but I’ve missed a couple of days.”

“I believe in you, Zak. I always have.”

“Thanks. I’m ready. Ready to start my life.”

The comment shouldn’t have hurt her, but it did. He was ready to start his life, and she wasn’t really a part of it. But an agreement was an agreement, and they’d decided it would be no strings, no long goodbyes. Just a send-off.

The comforter was getting damp in the night air and despite her trying not to, she shivered. Zak immediately leapt to action, pulling one corner over her shoulder, holding it down with his long arm. She felt comfortable leaning against him, listening to the sounds of his breathing. She never wanted the moment to be over, but after several minutes she felt Zak stiffen. He uncrossed and stretched his long legs, squeezed her shoulder and said, “You ready?”

Was she ready? Hell no. But it was what she’d agreed. She’d done all the begging she would do. He was going to go off and challenge himself to do something no human had a right to think they could do. That meant that despite how she felt, she’d be strong, show him her strong side. But inside she wanted to beg him to never leave her side.

She knew the only possibility she’d get him back was if she looked like she was strong enough to let him go.

Chapter 7


Z
ak’s focus abruptly
shifted the first time he hit the cold water during the early phases of the BUD/S training. His swim time was good, but his running time sucked, landing him in the bottom third of the class during several initial runs. He deemed this to be unacceptable.

At night, all he could do was take a quick shower, stretch out a bit and then hit the sack. He tried not to be noticed by the instructors. Tried not to even make eye contact with others, since that one could be gone the next morning. As he looked over the class of recruits, which had dwindled down to less than half, he couldn’t tell anymore who would make it and who wouldn’t. He didn’t even know if he’d make it or not. The only thing he thought about was not quitting.

A friend of his had to be medically rolled due to shin splints. Another recruit shattered his shoulder when one of the telephone poles came down on him. He was forced to DOR and not allowed to return with that type of injury. The helmets lined up as the colors changed through all the phases of the training.

He’d developed a swim buddy who helped his times as they swam drag for each other and then one day, Dan just wasn’t there anymore. Only thing left was his red helmet with their class number on it in white and Dan’s last name: Snyder.

After BUD/S, he relaxed. The instructors still gave him trash talk, but they looked at the recruits differently. He didn’t know what exactly they were looking for, so Zak decided it wasn’t any of his business, he’d just stay quiet and do his job. It pissed him off when he saw a foreign trainee receive special favors from the instructors. He caught himself harboring malicious thoughts, reeling them in after hearing some of the other guys complaining too. He couldn’t afford to be indignant. This wasn’t the time for that.

Eventually his aloof attitude got noticed, and for the first time he felt they were looking to pick a scab. A couple of the other recruits started referring to him as the Gentleman Frog, as if he was from a privileged background.

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